Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the Harry Potter books and/or movies is not mine.
A/N: I decided to keep this note in here:
Okay, so Rudulo (RubberDuckyLoser) and I have been writing this story, and most of you, or all of you, have no idea of the upcoming storyline. Allow me to explain a bit of what will be coming up: For those of you who like 'mysterious' and 'unknown' things, such as phenomenal objects, places, and other articles containing those words, might just like this story. Here are a few key words that will appear in the upcoming plot: The Bermuda Triangle, Gaia, The Sight, The Island of Tartarus (you wont know about that, more than likely, as it's pretty much made up), and I'm pretty sure you all acquainted with 'Angst' and 'Action/Adventure', no? Well, this story will be an interesting one to write. Any questions may be asked, and either I or Rudulo will respond in the best way possible. Also, I'd like to note that this story will more than likely become SLASH. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but it's just the way the story is going to turn out. If the majority of you have a problem with it, we may change it. And I think I would also like to point out here, that I want to thank all the readers. It's always nice to know that people enjoy our work! And thanks for all the positive feedback, guys. It's great. - Min, xScenex
Anyways, thanks for reading, guys. It means a lot to me and Rudulo.
Preternatural
By: xScenex and Rubber Ducky Loser
Chapter Five: A Ferret's Insanity on Earth
The first day of lessons dawned bright and early for Harry. When the sun stretched across the curtains of his four poster bed, sneaking into the tiny cracks and landing annoyingly on his face, Harry finally gave up trying to sleep.
His sleep had been quite fitful, and when he did fall asleep, dreams and images flittered into his mind of Sirius falling and Dumbledore being blasted away from the tower. Once, he even woke up and swore he heard 'kill the spare' echoing into the darkness of the room.
Harry curled up tighter in a ball, wishing nothing more than for his Godfather to be there with him. A few nights at Sirius' home, he had woken up screaming, calling Sirius to his room where the older man would comfort him.
But he was at Hogwarts now, with almost no actual friends and therefore, he had no one to comfort him. It was odd, really, seeing things in a different light. Thinking back, he realized that Neville had never had any genuine friends and just sort of went along with everyone and everything, going along with the flow of life. If he ever went back to his own world, things would definitely change, Harry had thought to himself sometime in the night.
After a while, the sounds of waking roommates filled the air, followed by mumbling, cursing, and stumbling. At least that hadn't changed. Harry's stomach growled a bit, but at the same time, twisted unpleasantly at his nervousness. He wasn't looking forward to the upcoming day.
"Neville, hurry up and get out of the bathroom," Harry heard Ron whining from somewhere to the right of his bed.
The muffled answer couldn't be heard by Harry, but it produced an irritable sigh from Ron. "Oi, Seamus, toss me that shoe over there."
There was an exasperated sigh and a loud thump, followed by a long sentence of cursing. It was obvious that Ron had just gotten hit in the head with the shoe. Smiling a bit, Harry buried his face against his blanket, which he'd pulled up to his chin. His stomach once again twisted unpleasantly.
"Hey, Harry, you up yet?" Dean called out.
Harry's only reply was a muffled 'yes', which seemed to satisfy the occupants of the room. The raven haired Gryffindor listened to the morning noises, content in lying in his bed until the last minute when everyone else had left. He wasn't feeling his greatest, so he was just happy to be unbothered.
But just as Seamus and Dean left, he heard someone call his name out and soon, his curtains were ripped away from the bed. Light blinded Harry momentarily, but his vision was soon focused and he saw Neville and Ron standing in front of his bed.
"Alright? You've usually gotten up by now."
"I'm fine," Harry replied, pulling the blankets away and sitting up a bit. His pajama shirt had somehow unbuttoned halfway during the night, showing just how skinny he really was.
When he caught the other two boys staring, he glared slightly and buttoned it back up before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
"Aren't you two going to breakfast?" he asked sharply, his mood flaring up for almost no reason. He was beginning to hate his mood swings.
"We were going to wait for you," Neville said uncertainly, glancing from Harry to Ron quickly.
Harry just shook his head ruefully, his raven locks falling into his thin face and over his slender shoulders. "There's no use in waiting for me."
This caused the other two Gryffindor's to share a look. "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Silence reigned in the room for another moment before Ron said, "Harry, what happened to you, mate? Seriously, don't say it's nothing because I've learned with Neville here that when you say nothing, it's actually something."
Harry caught Neville glaring at Ron and chuckled a bit - albeit darkly; this caused the others to look at him oddly, even if it was a little fearfully. "Believe me, you don't want to know."
"But -"
Harry looked up at Neville and Ron, an almost crazed look in his eyes. He didn't know what was going on with him, but suddenly, he felt as if he wanted to show them that there was something about him that shouldn't be taken for granted. Since he'd arrived in that world, everyone thought him to be a weak boy - but soon, he would make them realize otherwise.
He stood up swiftly, brushing hair out of his eyes and stared up at the two boys who were each a foot taller than he. He smiled ruthlessly, a faraway look in his eyes while thoughts of Cedric, Sirius, and Dumbledore flitted through his mind. "You don't want to know…"
Brushing past the boys, he quickly rummaged through his trunk and pulled out a fresh uniform and stalked off into the bathroom. Just before the door shut fully, he heard Ron mutter, "What the bloody hell?"
After taking a shower and dressing, Harry realized that he wouldn't have time to actually sit down and eat breakfast, but he would have enough time to get down to the Great Hall before schedules were passed out.
Grabbing his bag and stuffing his books into it, he went down into the common room and out the portrait hole. The halls were practically empty, and he had no run-ins on the way to breakfast.
When he entered the hall, students were just finishing up their morning meal. He saw professor McGonagall handing out the schedules and walked over to her.
"Morning, Professor," he greeted.
She turned to look at him, and he knew she was taking in his appearance, but he ignored it. "Mr. Potter."
"May I have my schedule please?"
She nodded briskly and flicked through the papers in her hands until she found his. She handed him the parchment, "I'll see you after lunch."
He nodded and turned away. He stared down at his list and cursed to himself - double History of Magic with the Slytherin's. Is this day just trying to go against me? Harry reprehended to himself, staring at his schedule a bit longer. Two hours in class with Slytherin's would be pure torture.
Sighing melodramatically at his luck, he adjusted the strap on his bag and shifted it so that he could place his schedule into the pocket on the side before heading towards the doors that would lead him up a flight of stairs and towards the classroom.
Upon arriving, Harry found most of the Slytherin's and some of the Gryffindor's sitting about in the room, creating a type of barricade as the teen's all sat on different sides of the room.
Harry took a swift glance about, seeing that the best place for him to sit unbothered would be in a seat between both groups. He took a seat near the back, placing his belongings on the floor and sighed.
He hardly paid any attention as the class began to fill up more, but he did notice when someone began to walk towards him. He looked up and inwardly groaned when he realized that it was Malfoy heading his way.
"Potter," was the first greeting he received as the blonde strutted forward, staring in disgust at Harry.
"Malfoy," he deadpanned, shifting in his seat slightly.
"I think it's time to get even for what you did to me on the train," Malfoy snarled, attracting the attention of a few nearby Slytherin's. From the other side of the room, a few Gryffindor's stared questionably at them, and a few looked angrily at the blonde.
"Not this again," Harry groaned. He wasn't really feeling up to the whole fighting thing as his stomach was still twisting unpleasantly.
"Scared, Potter?"
"Not really," Harry rolled his eyes in frustration. "Just annoyed."
Fury shined within Malfoy's eyes, showing hatred for his very being. The blonde Slytherin pulled his wand out of his wand and pointed it at Harry's face.
Harry tensed a bit, not really enjoying the fact that he had a wand in his face. "Please remove your wand from in front of my face, Malfoy," the raven haired boy said trough gritted teeth.
"Why should I?"
"If you know what's good for you," Harry began but let the threat go unfinished, so as to let Malfoy use his imagination.
The Slytherin sneered angrily, "And what would you know about 'good' for anyone?"
Harry shrugged a bit and knocked the other boy's wand out of his face, feeling anger boiling up in his chest. Even though his depression dampened his mood swings, he still couldn't help it when he did get angry.
"I thought so, Potter. You know nothing about life, living happily with that idiot Black. You wouldn't know anything about the issues going on with The Earth. You're in your own little world, happy and pampered," Malfoy spat heatedly, surprising Harry greatly. What was the blonde so worked up about?
"What does this argument have to do with earth?" Harry asked, confused.
The Slytherin grimaced a bit, and drawled arrogantly, "The Dark Lord will rule one day, and as long as It doesn't get in the wrong hands, you'll realize your place here. Then you will finally know what it's like for those on The Earth."
Harry stared up at the boy, face flushed with anger and confusion, "There you go with earth again. What the bloody hell does that have to do with this argument?"
The boy sneered nastily before putting his wand away and walking away, leaving Harry confused. Malfoy wasn't acting his usual self - he seemed… insane. He had been babbling about earth and it's meaning. And what was that about it getting into 'the wrong hands'? Was he talking about Dumbledore? Or maybe even Voldemort?
The whole lesson passed by, leaving Harry confused and bewildered. Many of the Gryffindor's who'd watched the exchange stared at him but he just ignored it all, and doodled absentmindedly on his parchment used for notes.
By the end of the lesson, the only thing Harry had succeeded in doing was giving himself a headache, which he knew would last for the rest of the day unless he took something for it; but he didn't want to go ask the school nurse for anything, in fear of being examined for other things with the way he looked.
The boy sighed and headed off to Herbology, knowing that the day would just get even more complicating and confusing.
After all, he was suspected to be a wiz at Herbology. Oh boy…
A/N: Definitely one of the shorter chapters. I tried to find a way to lengthen it but I couldn't think of anything to slip into the chapter. I hope you guys don't mind. Please Review! I'll love you forever if you do. On another note, I'll get the next chapter up sometime this afternoon.. or today at some point. After that - it's the new chapter that hasn't been read by the old readers! Yay! Maybe.. just maybe if I feel like it, I'll put the seventh chapter up today? What do you say?