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

Parseltongue

Hey babes, I know it's been forever, but I'm finally updating so please don't kill me. Not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I'm just gonna go with the flow and hope it isn't too bad.

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Harry was thankful that he had put up the silencing charm because he woke up in the middle of the night screaming. He remembered the contents of his dream and ran to the bathroom, barely making it before he threw up stomach bile and water. He could still hear Vernon panting above him and the pain he had felt. After sitting in front of the toilet for a little bit longer to make sure he wouldn't throw up again, he got up to brush his teeth. He stopped short when he turned around because there stood Blaise, watching him with one eye up and a questioning look on his face.

"Um, h-hi, what are you doing up," Harry barely managed to stutter out as he tried to find a way out of the situation.

He started to panic when Blaise finally spoke up, "How about you brush your teeth, then we can go and talk."

Struggling to stay calm, he went and brushed his teeth. Then he followed Blaise down to the empty common room and watched Blaise put up a silencing ward around them. They sat in silence until Blaise finally spoke up.

"So… what was that all about? I was finishing up my essay when all of a sudden you're crying and running to the bathroom to throw up."

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off, "and don't even try to use being sick as an excuse, I want the truth."

"It was nothing, I just had a nightmare."

Once again Blaise's eyebrow raised up, "What was so bad about your dream? Maybe it'll help to talk about it."

"Nothing, it's personal," Harry quickly shot back.

"Harry, we can all tell that something is wrong and it looks like its getting worse. I hate to do this, but either you talk about it or I go to Snape."

With his mouth dropped open in shock, Harry found that he couldn't even talk. He couldn't believe that Blaise would do this to him. 'You shouldn't be so shocked; you deserve it if you thought he was really your friend.'

Blaise grimaced and spoke up again, "I'm really sorry Harry, I don't want to do this but you need help."

In the end, it wasn't a hard choice for Harry. There was no way he'd let Snape find out and he could always lie about his dream. And that's exactly what he did.

"The dream was the night Voldemort killed my parents, I can still hear my mother screaming my name. Now that I've told you, I hope you'll keep this between us, I'm going back to bed."

Harry stood up before Blaise could respond and went back to bed, though he knew he wouldn't be falling asleep. He couldn't believe what Blaise just did and felt hurt; he thought he could trust his friends, but this only serves to prove that he can't trust anyone. 'You're always going to be alone… well except when you're being a slut for Vernon.'

Another thing that bothered him was how he used his parents as an excuse. It was the most reasonable thing he could think of at the moment, but he like he just disgraced his parent's memory. 'They'd be so disappointed of you.'

He spent the rest of the night thinking, he wanted to cut, but was afraid that Blaise would still be up. As morning came, he made sure to get up and ready before the other boys could wake up. He headed down to the Hall to get some water, not even glancing at the food he didn't need. The Hall was nearly empty still and no one was at the Slytherin table so no one noticed as he smeared crumbs and other sorts on his plate. When the rest of his dorm mates came down he was immersed in a book all about glamours. He knew the basics, but wanted to make his stronger. He jumped slightly as Draco sat beside him asking what he was reading.

"Oh nothing important, just a random book about the history of Hogwarts," he said quickly as he put it into his bag. Looking up, he saw that Blaise was sitting across from him and gave him a nod when the Italian boy sent a weak smile in his direction. 'They don't want to be your friends, they pity you.'

If Draco noticed the exchange, he didn't mention it. "Hey where were you this morning?"

Turning to look at Draco he apologized, "Oh sorry, I was hungry so I came down early to eat."

That seemed to please the boy and they all started to talk about the troll last night. Harry noted that Snape looked at his plate when he passed by on his way to the professor's table, he hoped this would help get him off his back.

Dumbledore stood up and addressed the students, "As you all know, we had a situation last night involving a troll. A student was injured last night and Miss Granger will be staying in the infirmary till she heals. Any of her friends that wish to see her can go as long as it doesn't interfere with your classes. That is all for now." He sat back down and conversations flared up at all tables, discussing the new topic.

Draco sneered, "I personally don't care what happens to that mudblood."

The table seemed to go quiet and all eyes looked to Harry who was confused. "What's a mudblood?"

Blaise was the first to speak up, "A mudblood is another name for witches and wizards that are muggleborn, which means that their parents were both muggles."

"So it's an insult? But I'm a halfblood and my mother was a muggleborn." 'They don't care, this only proves that you're beneath them.'

It seemed as if Draco had forgotten that little fact, but Harry didn't see the flash of regret on his face because he was already standing up.

"We still have some time before class starts, I'm going to the library, see you later," and with that, Harry was gone.

Harry had conflicting feelings on the way to the library. On one hand, he felt upset that Draco had insulted his mother, but he could also understand. Draco thought all muggles were crude and Harry couldn't argue with him on that fact. So it would only make sense that he would think muggleborns were beneath him, after all Draco is pure. 'Unlike you, filthy freak.'

Harry spent the rest of his free time practicing his glamours and found a way to change the way it would affect him. That way he could slowly change his appearance to look better and it won't be too sudden of a change, which would be suspicious.

Before leaving the library, Harry dropped the glamours for a second before putting them back up with a little more power behind them. He picked up his stuff and headed out, not noticing the eyes following him that twinkled brighter at this new revelation.

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Alright babes, I hope this chapter wasn't too dreadful. In case it wasn't obvious, it was Dumbledore watching him at the end of the chapter. That's pretty much it and I promise to try to update more.