Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter cause if I did, Ginny would have died in the CoS, Dumbledore would have choked on a lemon drop, and Harry and Draco would have been friends and/or lovers.
"Dialogue"
Harry's Thoughts
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Harry barely acknowledged that someone was yelling his name before his cheek was stinging in pain. He shot out of bed, holding his hand against his cheek, trying to forget the particularly sadistic rape he had been dreaming about.
"Sorry about slapping you mate, but you were practically screaming bloody murder and wouldn't wake up."
Finally realizing that his uncle couldn't hurt him, he glanced around to see his roommates all watching him in concern. Harry started to get out of bed to get ready for the day, but hands were pushing him back down.
"You can't just get up and act like this didn't happen. What the bloody hell were you dreaming about that would make you act like that?"
Harry could tell that Draco was really worried about him. It made him happy to see that someone cares about him, but Draco could never know how filthy he really was. When Draco finds out, he'll never want to be around a dirty whore like you again.
"It was nothing important, I was just having a nightmare," Harry chuckled nervously before continuing to say, "Now can we please get ready so we're not late?"
His other roommates seemed to accept this, but Draco looked at Harry suspiciously before getting ready. On their way down to breakfast, they met up with Pansy and a girl who introduced herself as Daphne Greengrass.
When they entered the hall, all conversation seemed to end and whispers broke out all about Harry. Realizing this, Harry hunched over, unconsciously trying to make himself seem smaller. In doing so, he didn't see the curious eyes of Snape or the calculating eyes of another.
Once they were seated, Harry made sure to angle his body away from Snape, hoping he won't realize that he wasn't eating as he used the same method from the night before. Feeling someone's eyes on him, he glanced up to see Ron sneering at him before whispering something to his friends that made them all laugh, looking at Harry.
Breakfast passed quickly and suddenly Snape was handing out their schedules. Draco took one look at it and scoffed, "It's bloody unfair to have our first class on Monday with the Gryffindors."
Monday:
Double Potions w/ Gryffindor
Charms w/ Ravenclaw
Transfiguration w/ Gryffindor
Tuesday:
Transfiguration w/ Gryffindor
DADA w/ Gryffindor
History of Magic w/ Ravenclaw
Charms w/ Ravenclaw
Wednesday:
Herbology w/ Hufflepuff
Transfiguration w/ Gryffindor
Flying Lessons w/ Gryffindor
Charms w/ Ravenclaw
Thursday:
DADA w/ Gryffindor
History of Magic w/ Ravenclaw
Transfiguration w/ Gryffindor
Charms w/ Ravenclaw
Friday:
Potions w/ Gryffindor
Herbology w/ Hufflepuff
Charms w/ Ravenclaw
Transfiguration w/ Gryffindor
Harry was completely nervous about his first class as he never got to read any of the books because they were all taken away when he arrived home. When everyone finished their meals, they all got up and headed to the potions class.
Slytherins were the first to arrive and they all sat on one side of the room, making it clear that the Gryffindors would sit on the other. Draco and Harry sat next to each other while Crabbe and Goyle, Pansy and Blaise, and Theo and Daphne sat together. The Gryffindors shuffled in later and they all sat down waiting for the professor to arrive.
Professor Snape entered, banging the door open, and with his robes swirling out behind him. He started off with roll call and then made it clear that he didn't believe most of them would pass the class. Snape took off 5 points when Ron snickered at his speech.
"Ahhh… Mr. Weasley, I had the unfortunate pleasure of teaching your elder brothers also. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"I don't know sir."
"Well then, where would I find a bezoar?"
"I don't know sir."
"How about an easy question then. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I don't know sir."
"10 points from Gryffindor for not even bothering to open up your book before class, Mr. Weasley. Together, powdered root of asphodel and an infusion of wormwood form a powerful sleeping potion known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone found in the stomach of a goat that can cure most poisons. Finally, there is no difference between monkshood and wolfsbane; they are the same thing, also known as aconite. I suggest, Mr. Weasley, that if you want to be successful in my class, that you open up the book and read the provided chapters.
The rest of the potions class seemed to pass quickly, with Snape taking points from Gryffindor and giving points to Slytherin. As they were finishing their brewing, a loud hissing sound filled the classroom and clouds of smoke began pouring out of Neville Longbottom's cauldron. The whole class was standing on their stools, with the exception of Neville who had been drenched in the potion and was now covered in painful boils.
"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, disappearing the potion with a wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
Longbottom just whimpered as more boils began to pop up all over him. He was barely recognizable and Harry felt a bit sorry for him.
"Take him to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Weasley, who was Longbottom's partner, "And 10 points from Gryffindor.
When class ended, everyone started to head up to go to lunch, but Snape asked Potter to stay behind. Harry was thankful that he could avoid lunch and wouldn't have to pretend to eat, but was nervous about being alone with Snape. Maybe he decided that you'd be a good fuck.
Harry slowly walked towards Snape's desk, keeping his head down and wondering what he did wrong.
"I know you're wondering if you're in trouble and the answer is no. I just wanted to tell you that though I seem harsh, you can come to me with any problems that you have. These problems could be academic, personal, or bullying. My door is always open to one of my snakes."
Harry gaped at Snape who held him in a steel glance as he finished his small lecture. He realized that he would have to be more discreet about any problems if he didn't want Snape to find out. When they find out how messed up you are, you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts.
"Thank you Professor, but everything is alright. I mean, it was a shock to suddenly learn about magic, but I'm adjusting well."
Snape seemed to look Harry up and down, appraising how truthful he was being, before he sighed.
"Alright , you better hurry down to the Hall to get any lunch."
And with that, Harry set off in the direction of the library, where he could avoid lunch and his friend's questions. They're not even your friends, they just pity you.
Harry spent the rest of the day in the library, completing his work and insulting himself, while trying to come up with more excuses to keep Snape and dorm mate's off his back.