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"Hey Ron, Hermione!" Harry called after the feast was over.

With slightly pained expressions, Ron and Hermione turned. "Hi Harry," Hermione said with fake enthusiasm.

"Hey mate," Ron said and half-heartedly clapped him on the back.

"Where have you guys been? I didn't see you on the train."

"Oh…we were in the Prefect's Compartment for a meeting. It took longer than we thought," Hermione explained.

Harry nodded. "Right…so how were your summers?"

"Bloody great! 'Mione and I went to Romania to help Charlie with his dragons," Ron exclaimed.

"Yes, a very busy summer," added Hermione.

"Probably why I didn't hear from you guys all summer."

"Yeah," Ron said somewhat apologetically.

"So-" Harry started.

"Well Harry, Ron and I need to go to the library. Isn't that right Ronald?" Hermione asked and elbowed Ron in the side.

"Err…right 'Mione," Ron agreed as he was dragged to the library.

Harry frowned. 'Why would they need to go to the library if they haven't even gotten their schedules yet?' Harry walked down to the grounds, becoming more and more saddened by the thought of his two 'best' friends. Eventually, Harry found himself at the lake. He sat down lost in thought. Suddenly, Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He crawled into a ball and covered his face with his arms.

"Stop…no, stop…please no," Harry sobbed.

"Harry it's just me, Draco. Calm down. Harry, come on."

Eventually Harry came out of his panic attack. He opened his eyes and realization hit him. 'There goes another friend' he thought.

"Sorry about that," he said, staring adamantly at the ground while getting up.

Careful not to touch him, Draco got up and followed him. "Harry wait!"

Reluctantly, Harry turned. "Yeah?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"You still want to be in the-"

"Harry, just because you have a few problems, which by the way, we will talk about later, doesn't mean I want out. I mean it when I said it Harry. I want to be your friend."

"Oh…OK," Harry said, slightly surprised.

"Do you still want to be in the truce?" Draco asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Harry replied immediately.

"Good…then come back here and sit by me."

Once seated, Draco started, "Harry look-"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"But you need to."

"No, I don't"

"But-"

"Stop it, or I'll leave."

"Alright fine," Draco relented.

From that moment on, Harry and Draco sat by the lake, simply enjoying each others' company. Eventually, though, both Harry and Draco knew that they would have to leave their safe haven. To go into the real world. To face real problems.

"I think I'd better go," said Harry.

"OK."

As Harry got up to leave, Draco stopped him. "If you ever wanted to talk…I'd be there."

"Thanks Draco."

"Sure and Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to do this again tomorrow, same time, same place?"

"Sure."

"Good."

"Night Draco."

"Night."

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"Take off your clothes," demanded a quiet, but deadly voice.

"Please no, I'll be better…just no."

"Take off your clothes," the voice repeated impatiently.

So, Harry did. He took off his shirt first, then his too big jeans, until finally he was down to just his boxers. Harry heard the man take off his clothes also.

"You're a freak. You deserve everything you get," the voice whispered.

The voice belonged to a Mr. Vernon Dursley.

Harry awoke, drenched in sweat. 'It's just dream. It's just a dream. He's not here.' Harry knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep, so he got up and went down to the common room. He sat on one of the over-stuffed, red couches and thought about his life. Harry knew he didn't like his life. He didn't like that he was famous. He didn't like that he was called the 'Golden Boy' and the 'boy who-lived'. He didn't like the burden of having to defeat Voldemort. He didn't like any of it.

And now, one top of all that, his friends and the whole Gryffindor house were deserting him and he was being raped by his uncle. Needless to say, Harry Potter was not a happy camper.

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