I havent written anything for awhile. I guess I was in a funk. Im back know and better than ever!
Harry did not have a good night sleep. Nightmares flooded his head like a flood through a town. How he loathed the constant reminders of the past he tried to forget. They were like the cruticus curse again and again but with no thought of it ending. They were what hell he knew would be like for him. Constant reminders of what he lived through.
He tried not to sleep with all his might with little luck. The lack of sleep showed on his already sad appearance. One would say he was a character from a Tim Burton cartoon. This showed with the permanent look of black eyes, from less than four hours of sleep a night. Regular people would be scared of his image, that's why he wore a glamour.
It was the fault of the ministry. They wouldn't give him sleeping drault, afraid of him becoming addicted. Like this kept him from getting what he needed. He knew how much to drink while not becoming addicted. One day a week he would go and buy this potion for a nice night of sleep. That helped immensely when Albus Dumbledore intervude him for the spot as defense against dark arts teacher.
Getting out of his bed and moving to the bathroom he tripped on the gigantic amount of laundry that had pilled up in the last few weeks. He would have to do laundry before he would pack for Hogwarts. Moving inside of the bathroom he headed to the shower and turned on the heat. Peeling off his clothes and dived in, putting his head under the shower cap. He sat there a second before mentally groaning about his life pathetic life.
Once he got out of the shower and dried off, he picked his laundry up and decided that the laundry could wait until Hogwarts. With a wave of his wand the room was emptied into his suitcase. Looking at the room he gave a sigh and headed out the door back to the life he tried to escape.
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He made his way to the train with no accidents but plenty of flashbacks. This made him feel even queasier of his return. He found a spot near the back to sit down, far from anyone that would want small talk. As soon as he closed his eyes and tried to relax. The door opened and he spotted someone he did not want to see.
"Malfoy," Harry said in a bewildered voice. He had grown to look a lot like his father. Which did not surprise Harry, since he knew the cocky blonde. He made a quick decision to be nice to his school nemesis, which would make Alex so proud or him. "Sit, and tell me what you've been doing."
"Okay," with a look of suspicion he sat down.
"Why are you going to Hogwarts," Harry asked.
"I took over history when Dumbledore figured Professor Binn's shouldn't teach," He replied politely, "you?"
"Defense," He said without happiness in his voice that Draco thought would be.
"Why did you leave," Malfoy said bluntly.
"Long story," Harry replied sharply. "I'm back, and that's the only thing that matters."
"Fine potter, be secretive but I'll find out."
"Don't be a prick," Harry said, "were not in school any more."
"Your right, truce," Malfoy pulled his arm out of his pocket and presented it to Harry.
Harry thought about it a half or a second before shaking the Slytheryn's hand. Feeling quite happy with the sudden change in there relationship. This could work to his advantage in many ways. He was close to Professor Snape, as he being his godson. What has Snape been up to?
"Is professor Snape still at Hogwarts," Harry asked.
"Yeah, he has become a little softer," Draco replied. "It happened three years ago," Draco thought for a second before asking. "Did you leave because of him?"
"No," Harry replied perfectly. Lying had become a strong point of his. Why had Malfoy think that Snape was the rason he had left. He hopefully would not press on the idea. Going back to hogwarts was hard enough as it is.
What do you think? I know very short chapter! The next will be much longer!