Ohmyrowling, I am soo sorry, I've been soo busy, between school, indoor track, girl scouts, and college stuff. please forgive me, I give this chap as a peace offering:) now read it
For once Harry was excited for recess. For once it didn't mean a time without teacher supervision. A time where Dudley and his gang would try to kill him once again. No, now it meant he was going to see Kelly again.
He had spent the entire night in his cupboard, thinking about what she had said "never abandon your friends." He had never had a friend before, they had always been scared off by his cousin. But Kelly had stood up for him.
His heart suddenly twinged. What if Dudley really had scared her off? What if she wanted nothing more to do with him? Another thought was dragged to the surface. What if it had all been a joke? What if she was really Dudley's friend, and they had just been making fun of him?
He shook the thoughts from his head. Piers had hurt Kelly, and even they didn't hurt their friends like that. Besides, another voice in his head said, Kelly was too nice to do something like that. Wasn't she?
He look up at the clock just as the teacher let them go for recess. The other students rushed towards the door. Harry made sure he was in the center of the pack, in order to hide himself from Dudley.
As soon as they were at the playground, Harry made his way to the bench. Kelly wasn't there. He sat down, and scanned the area. She may have been the last to leave her class. Or, the teacher may have wanted to speak to her.
No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see the American red-head anywhere in the crowd. He stood up on the bench to get a better look. Still no Kelly, but he was spotted by Piers.
The rat-faced boy pointed him out to Dudley, who grinned and nodded. Within seconds, the entire gang was heading in Harry's direction.
Harry's eyes grew wide, and his stomach sunk. He jumped off of the bench and speed off.
"What? No girlfriend here to protect you today, Potter?" Piers laughed at him as the group chased him.
Harry's trainers made no noise as he leaned into a turn as he passed the building. He could still hear the pounding of the other boys feet as they chased him, but the noise was slowly growing quieter and quieter.
He skidded to a stop, and took in his surroundings. He was now behind the main building. He tried to control his breathing as he assessed where he was.
"C'mon, Potter" Dudley's voice brought a sense urgency to Harry's being.
He spotted the dumpsters and, without a second thought, jumped behind them.
He closed him eyes mid-jump, focusing on getting to safety. He felt an odd squeezing sensation, but passed it off as wind and being out of breath.
When he landed, he stood as still as possible, his eyes still closed. He listened for Dudley's footsteps, but heard none.
Relieved, but still on edge, he felt behind him, and sat down on what ever was there. Whatever it was, it was uncomfortable, and circular. Just a pot, he told himself.
He finally opened his eyes, in order to figure out what to do next.
Fear filled him as his situation presented its-self. He was on the roof.
Mindlessly, he crawled over to the edge. All of the other kids were playing below him, unaware that he was...on the roof? Wait...
How was he on the roof? How was it even possible? He couldn't be on the roof!
The wind! Yes, that must have been it. The wind must have caught him mid-flight!
But, would anyone believe him? He barely believed him. Sure, it was really windy. Sure, he barely weighed 60 pounds.
But... it was a two story building. Not even the strongest wind could carry a person that high up.
"Harry Potter!" a sharp voice was carried over to him with the wind.
Harry flinched and turned away from the edge. The deputy headmistress was watching him from across the roof. Her arms were crossed, and one of her middle fingers was tapping the arm it rested on. The wind blew her blond hair around her face, making her even scarier.
"Headmasters office, now" she ordered.
Harry solemnly followed her.
"Climbing the bloody building, what will he think of next?" Uncle Vernon ranted.
Harry listened from his cupboard. He had sought its refuge the minute he had walked through the door. Aunt Petunia had taken the letter from the headmaster, and had given it to Uncle Vernon when the large man had gotten home.
"He's been suspended for the rest of the week" Aunt Petunias shrill voice spoke up.
"Oh, has he now" Uncle Vernon growled.
Harry shrunk further back into his cupboard when he felt, more than heard, his uncle walking in his direction.
The door was slung open, reveling the man. His face was on its way to turning purple, and his eyes were wide.
He grabbed Harry by the neck of his shirt, and pulled him out of the small space.
"What did you think you were doing?" he breathed in Harry's face.
"I didn't cli..." Harry started to protest.
The man slapped the boy across the face. Harry fought the tears that threatened to fall. If he cried, it would only be worse.
"Don't lie to me boy" Uncle Vernon growled. "The deputy headmistress found you on the roof, how else would you have gotten up there?"
Harry knew it was a rhetorical question, the sneer in his uncles voice told im that much, but he had to get the truth out.
"I jumped behind the bins and ended up the roof" he quickly put in.
Uncle Vernon's face turned an even darker shade of purple.
"Get in your cupboard, no meals till you go back to school on Monday" he ordered.
With that, the small boy was thrown back into the closet; the door locked behind him.
Harry curled up in the darkness. Of course no-one would have believed him. They never did. Why should they, he was nothing but a freak. An orphan whose relatives were kind enough to take him in.
A boy with nothing. No money. No parents. No friends.
His heart twinged at the last thought. No friends. He hadn't seen Kelly at all during school. It gave him hope. She might have just stayed home. She had been bleeding pretty bad.
Oh, no, he thought. What if she had to go to the hospital because of me?
He didn't want her to get hurt, she was too nice. What if she didn't want to be his friend after what happened? What if her parents told her to stay way from him?
As long as she doesn't get hurt, he thought.
He leaned against the back wall, only to feel pain shoot though his face. He held back a yelp as he jumped away from the wood.
He gingerly felt his face. It was already swelling from where Uncle Vernon had hit him.
Giving a low sigh, he laid back on the thin mattress and slowly drifted to sleep.
So, it's longer, I think. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed so far, I did not expect this story to be this popular, less than five chaps up, and it already has nore alerts than any of my other stories, wow. Thank you, soo much:)