Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to J K Rowling, Warner Brothers and its associates; it does not belong to me, okay.

Rating: M.

Warning: The coming next few chapters will contain situations that are slightly sexual in nature, which intended for adult audience. Read it at your own risk. (I'm, however, not much of an expert in writing SLASH scenes).

Thoughts are in italics.

Important Note: This is a revised version of the original chapter 5; after reading the original, uploaded chapter 5, I didn't like it very much, so I have changed most of the parts of the story to make it better, while keeping some of the other parts same as the original. Now on with the story…

Chapter 5: The Breakfast Incident

"Finally came out of the bathroom, eh, Ron?" Harry said after he was finally done combing his hair."

"You see, Harry…" But before Ron could continue, Harry interrupted

"No need to apologize, Ron."

"B- but… still Harry…"

"Answer me what made you awake so early in the morning. After all, you're a late riser..." interrupted Harry slyly

"What? Why is it so important for you to know when I wake up or not…" Ron stuttered as he said that. He was completely flushed.

"Is it because of what happened last night," he asserted with a stifle and soft laugh.

"Shut up, Harry."

"So it's because of what happened last night," Harry said with a full-blown laughter.

Ron (who was completely red in the face) soon came running after Harry just after he finished saying that. Since their sleeping-bunk were next to each other, with a narrow slightly-long space between their beds, and Harry's bed cabinet was on the left side his bed, and Ron's was on the right side; it provided some distance between both of them.

So when Harry commenced to run, he was ahead of Ron. However, Harry wasn't triumphant in trying to prevent Ron from catching him, even though he was faster and slender than him Unfortunately, for Harry, he lost his balance and fell his bed in an awkward position.

Ron was soon on top of Harry, on his bed, almost trying to suffocate him with his own pillow.

"Stop… please stop…" Harry pleaded to Ron while gasping for air. "I… can't… take… it… anymore, please."

"Then promise, you aren't going to talk about last night," Ron huffed.

"Okay! I promise! Now please get off of me now!" Harry said dreadfully.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Ron questioned after looking at Harry's strange jumpy behaviour. "Why are you so afraid, mate?"

"I'm not, Ron." Harry lied.

When Harry saw Ron coming towards him like a frenzy maniac he was scared. He assumed that Ron would actually harm him, just like that man did every week, and therefore his reaction and his voice-tone was laced with panic. It was an automatic reaction; an involuntary reflex that he had developed over the months to protect himself. But he couldn't say all that to Ron; therefore, he tried lying his way out.

"Yes, you are. Don't lie to me. I've seen you past few months, and you aren't yourself," Ron told in a matter-of-fact tone. "Is something the matter, Harry?

"Iie! It's nothing, Ron," I said as normally as possible.

"Are you sure, mate?"

"Yes!!" Harry said in a slightly forceful and reserved manner.

"By the way, why did you scream in the bathroom?" Ron pressured on "Not to mention why were you taking bath so early in the morning, Harry?"

"Uh… um… a r- rat. Rat. There was a rat in the bathroom, you see." Harry sputtered.

However, Ron was skeptical, and he continued, "But still, when did you start to take bath so early?" He was utterly oblivious to Harry's uneasiness.

Luckily, Harry was prevented from answering Ron's question by a sudden growling sound coming from his stomach.

"Let's go and eat breakfast. I'm hungry."

Ron didn't want to press the subject anymore, thinking that Harry would tell him when he felt comfortable. Therefore he agreed with Harry's suggestion to eat something before going to the class.

"Let's go."

After ten minutes, Ron finally decided that he was prepared; both of them got out of their dormitory, and started climbing down the magically moving staircase and advanced towards the Great Hall.

Unfortunately, for Harry, who was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that something bad was going to happen.

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Shock and distress clouded his entire face and mind, even though Harry didn't let it show outside.

Have I changed so much within past few months? Harry thought. If Ron can see my subtle changes, is it possible that the others might have noticed it also. Iie, it's not possible.

And if it is, then I must be more careful from now onwards. I can't let others find out.

I did everything possible, within my reach, to hide my abuse and defilement. I used glamour's and charms to hide violated body, took dreamless potions, which doesn't even work anymore, and placed silencing spells and various other charms …

Oof! Ouch! And various others noises of distress and pain suddenly echoed around him.

"Huh!"

"Can't you look where you're going, Potter?" A cold voice said.

As Harry was walking, he didn't see another boy coming out of the Great Hall and he collapsed into him.

"I'm sorry; I didn't see you…" As Harry raised his face to get a better look at the person he knocked, his face became completely pale.

It was him. Michael McDreamy.

Michael McDreamy, a seventh year Ravenclaw, always hated me with a passion for some reason. I don't know if I ever wronged him in my life or not, but he really enjoys to watch me suffer Michael and Snape are like two peas in a pod, especially, when it comes to me. They both like to insult and torment me whenever feasible, as well as to make my life as miserable as possible.

But now I'm afraid of Michael for another reason. He knows my secret as well. He found out about my secret by chance; and now he blackmails me with it. In certain ways, Michael is exactly like a cunning, crafty Slytherin. Using a private, disturbing knowledge of others for his own benefit.

"What are you? Blind?"

"Michael, I'm really sorry. Are you okay?"

"I don't need your pity, Potter." Michael spat venomously and then shoved Harry backwards forcefully. Harry fell about three feet back on the floor, and his head smacked with the nearby stele.

"Hey, Michael, what's up with you? Harry apologized and this is how you show thanks." Ron retorted spitefully.

A crowd began to form on the doorway, and teachers, who were sitting on the high teacher's table, looked uncomfortable as the student chanted, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

A fight broke out between them; Draco, Neville, and Hermione rushed in the middle to prevent the showdown from going any further. Both Professors Flitwick and McGonagall came outside the door with angry expressions on their faces.

"Potter, are you alright?" both Professors McGonagall and Flitwick inquired.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall."

"Michael, how could you do this? Apologize to Harry right now. Forty points from Ravenclaw and detention, for your disobedient conduct." Professor Flitwick said sternly.

"Moreover, the students who incited the fight-riot will have twenty points taken from their houses. Any other punishments will be deemed by the Professors of their respective houses." McGonagall declared in an incensed, fuming tone.

"We'll meet later, Potter. You know where" Michael whispered in Harry's ear. But because of the crowd, no one noticed Michael's warning.

"Weasley, take Potter to Madam Pomfrey for a check up" Professor McGonagall stated and then went on her way to the first-year transfiguration class.

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Wait for me, Ron," Hermione hollered. She quickly met up with Ron and Harry, and they all went to the Hospital Wing, where they met up with Madam Pomfrey.

"Let me have a look at you, Harry," Madam Pomfrey repeated as she tried to check his head for any signs of concussion and anything broken.

"I'm alright, Madam Pomfrey," Harry insisted.

"Fine! But if you feel unwell or hurt, come to me immediately, alright?"

"Okay." Harry said with a dejected voice as Hermione and Ron stood up. He thanked that his charms and glamour prevented Madam Pomfrey to discerning Harry's actual condition.

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"Harry!" a male voice shouted.

"Are you here on earth or not?" This time a feminine bawled.

"Huh? What happened?" Harry looked into the faces of his two accompanying friends.

"Where were you, Harry? We were calling your name for such a long time." Hermione said admonishing-ly.

"It's no wonder that you bumped into Michael. If you walk with your head in the clouds, then next time you might collide with Snape, mate. And that would not be a very nice picture to look at..." Ron said while conceiving mentally a picture of a chibi looking Harry bumping into a chibi looking Professor Snape, with a scowl on his face. Ron could help but to chuckle at the image

"You've become distant lately, Harry. Is something the matter?" Hermione demanded.

"I just need some peace and quiet, please guys" Harry pleaded.

"Fine!" Both of them said at the same time, although they looked somewhat troubled.

"But you should tell us what's bothering you soon, Harry" Ron told and Hermione agreed with him.

As Harry, Hermione, and Ron continued walking along towards the Great Hall, Harry had a distant look on his face.

"We'll meet later, Potter. You know where?" Michael's threat loomed over his head.

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Author Notes: none for now.

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