Summary: Harry has been beaten by the Dursley's his whole life. One night he comes home late and Vernon beats him. Harry lay in his bed thinking; finally, he decides to run away. What happens when he meets up with someone that is going through that exact same thing that he is? Will a relationship form? What about the person that Harry loves? What will happen to Voldemort? Who will win the war? Read to find out.
This story will be rated for the following reasons:
Violence (abuse)
Language
Nudity/Graphic Sex (Rape, not very graphic)
Self-harming
Other
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot, and a few other things that will appear in later chapters.
Chapter 5: Arguments and Nightmares
"Mister Potter," someone called. Harry turned around to see Dumbledore walking up to him.
Harry's mind was racing, 'Oh shit, what the fuck does that manipulative asshole want?' Harry thought angrily, but his expression remained neutral, his eyes held no emotions.
"Yes, sir," Harry said calmly.
"Please, follow me to my office," Dumbledore said, the annoying little twinkle in his eyes gone, which Harry was grateful for. Now that the twinkle in the old mans eyes was gone, though, Harry knew that he was going to be in trouble. Harry followed Dumbledore to his office, Dumbledore gave the password (Blood Lollipop) and they entered the old man's office.
"Harry, please, sit," Dumbledore said as he went and took a seat in the chair behind his desk. Harry did as he was told and sat down in front of Dumbledore.
"Did I do something wrong, sir?" Harry asked, playing innocent.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," Dumbledore said as he placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward slightly.
"What did I do?" Harry asked, trying to keep the smirk that wanted so badly to form off his face.
"Harry, what have you done to yourself?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"What do you mean, sir?" Harry asked, still acting innocent, he knew what was coming. Dumbledore was going to tell him to change back to the way that he was before the summer.
"You know what I mean, Harry. Your hair, the piercings, the clothes. Why have you done that to yourself?" Dumbledore asked, trying to keep the impatience out of his voice.
"Because I wanted to," Harry answered simply.
"No, you haven't wanted to before, so why all of a sudden?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Actually, I've always wanted this, just everyone was to busy to hear what I had to say," Harry said coldly.
"We've always listened to you, Harry," Dumbledore said. It took all Harry's self-control not to snort and say 'Yea, right.'
"Look-" Harry started but Dumbledore cut him off.
"Harry, if this is your way of dealing with Sirius's premature demise then, I want you to find some other way to deal with it,"
"This isn't my way of dealing with Sirius's death, I've dealt with it already," Harry said, trying hard not to snapped at the old man before him.
"Then, what is it?" Dumbledore asked.
"This is who I want to be, this is me, and there's nothing you can say or do that will make me change who I am," Harry said.
"No, Harry, this isn't you. I think that your subconscious mind is telling you to do this because it is, in fact, your way of dealing this Sirius's death," Dumbledore said.
"You're wrong, this is me and if you don't like it then too bad," Harry said.
"Harry, I want you to take out all of your piercings and change back into your regular clothes, if you still have your piercings in come tomorrow then you will serve detention until you finally remove them," Dumbledore said sternly.
"I beg to differ with you, sir. I refuse to remove them, and you cant give me a detention just for having a few piercings, I've seen student with just as many piercings as me, if not more, and you've never done anything about it, so why now? Because I'm your little Golden Boy? Well, guess again, I'm not," Harry said as he stood up and left Dumbledore's office, leaving the man to ponder what he had just said.
'Great,' Harry thought, 'I'm going to have to apologize tomorrow and say that I was in a bad mood. NO! Remember, no apologizes no regrets. Yea, but, the crazy old man might get suspicious, and meddle in my life even more. Fine, but this is the only time that you'll apologize to anyone.'
Harry walked all the way to the Great Hall arguing with himself some more whether he should apologize to the old man or not. By the time that he reached the doors to the Great Hall he came to a final decision that he wouldn't change, no matter what, he would apologize.
Harry opened the doors to the Great Hall and all head turned to look at him. People didn't recognize him but when a few people spook everyone started talking, Harry sensed, about his new look. Harry was walking over to the Gryffindor table when someone called out to him.
"Always have to make a dramatic entrance by being late, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy asked.
"Fuck off, Malfoy," Harry snapped.
"A weeks detention for vulgar language, Mister Potter," Snape said walking up to Harry.
"Screw off, Snape, I'm not in the mood for any of your bullshit right now," Harry snapped, most of the people within earshot stopped what they were doing to listen to what was going on between Snape and Harry.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor," Snape growled.
"You know, Severus, it seems like you're always taking points from Gryffindor but I've never seen you take points from any other house. Tell me, Snape, do you like to pick on us little Gryffindor's? I've noticed that you seem to give me the most detentions and always take the most points from me. Just because you hated my father, doesn't mean you need to take it out on me, I've never done anything wrong to you, aside from being born. The only time I get rude with you is when you're an asshole to me. So, fuck off and leave me alone for once in your pathetic, fucked up life," Harry was almost yelling by the time that he finished. Everyone in the Great Hall had stopped what he or she was doing to watch.
"Another fifty points from Gryffindor for talking to me in such a manner. And a months worth of detentions, every night, starting tomorrow," Snape growled lividly.
"And if I refuse to show up?" Harry asked, smirking.
"Then…then…ten points from Gryffindor for talking back!" Snape snapped.
"Whatever, I'm still not showing up," Harry said.
"You will, or else,' Snape threatened.
"Isn't it against the rules to threaten a student?" Harry asked calmly.
"It's not a threat, it's a promise," Snape growled.
"So, you're promising to do something that would hurt me? Isn't that against the rules too?" Harry asked.
"Another ten points from Gryffindor for twisting around my words," Snape said.
"See, what did I tell you, your abusing your powers to take points, just because I said something that was true," Harry smirked.
"You're just like your useless father, Potter," Snape growled.
"Yes, well, I'd rather be like my useless father then be like you. At least I wash my hair and I'm nice to people, unlike you. So really if you get down to it, you're the useless one, Severus," Harry smirked, enjoying watching Snape struggle for things to say.
"Fifty points for insulting a teacher," Snape growled venomously.
"Afraid you can't do that," Harry said, still smirking.
"Oh, and why not, Potter?" Snape asked.
"Because we don't have fifty points that you can take away, we've only got thirty left," Harry said simply.
"Fine then, thirty points from Gryffindor," Snape said, smirking because Gryffindor had no points left.
"See, your abusing your power," Harry said, smirk gone.
"Shut the fuck up, Potter, I don't need to listen to your little arrogant mouth, I had enough of your fathers," Snape growled the first part in a whisper so that only Harry could hear him.
"Well, my mouth wouldn't be arrogant if you were nice to me, but wait. I forgot, it's impossible for you to be nice," Harry said in fake cheeriness.
"Two months worth of detention everyone night starting tomorrow," Snape said as he turned around and walked away.
"I never thought I'd see the day, when Severus Snape walked away, it's amazing," Harry called to Snape's retreating form.
"Three months, Potter," Snape called as he walked out of the Great Hall.
"I'm not showing up," Harry shouted as he turned around to walk over to the Gryffindor table, then he noticed that everyone in the Great Hall was looking at him.
"What are you all staring at?" Harry snapped as he grabbed a piece of bread and walked out of the Great Hall.
Harry needed a cigarette and bad, he headed to the only place he could think of at the moment, the Astronomy Tower. Harry made his way where without running into anybody or any ghosts. When he finally arrived there, he walked over to the window and sat the ledge; there was no window. Harry pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and took one out of the pack and lit it. He took a long drag and started to think.
Why did he do that, talk to Snape the way that he did? He didn't regret it or anything and he wasn't sorry he it did, but he wondered why did. At first he was just angry because he wanted a cigarette, then he started to take some sick pleasure in watching the teacher struggle for things to say. It had landed him in three months worth on detention every night and caused Gryffindor to lose all it points, he didn't care, it didn't matter to him whether he had lost all of Gryffindor's point. He wasn't going to his detentions, either.
Of course, Snape deserved to be talked to like that, he was always such an asshole, especially to Harry. All Harry did, really, was put him in his place. It wasn't his fault if the teacher was to stupid to comprehend that Harry wasn't his father and shouldn't be treated like he was. Sure, he was his father's son, but there was a difference.
Harry took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowed before he sighed. He wished that people would see that he was more then the Boy-Who-Lived, that he was just like everyone else, an average sixteen-year-old boy. He wanted to be treated like one too; the only difference between Harry and then average sixteen-year-old boy was that Harry had the weight of the Wizarding World resting on his shoulders because he was the Saviour of the Wizarding World, after all.
With that weight, though, people expected Harry to dress, act and think a certain way, which Harry hated. He just wanted to think for himself, act the way that he wanted to act and dress the way that he liked. All his life Harry was forced to be someone he's not.
At the Dursley's he was forced to be their slave, basically, and act like he didn't exist. The when he found out that he was the Boy-Who-Live, the Saviour of the Wizarding World, he had to act like he cared, he had at first, but then he stopped. He started to become fed up with being the way that people wanted him to be when all he ever wanted in life was to just be himself. He knew that that would never happen, though, so that led him to become who he is today, an almost heartless shit who doesn't care about anyone other then himself, a boy the had no apologizes and no regrets, a boy that didn't care about the consciences of anything anymore, a confused boy in a big lonely world.
Sure, he would never act like he was lonely, or show his emotions anymore, but just because he didn't show what he was feeling didn't mean that he didn't feel something. Harry always acted like everything was fine, just so the suspicion didn't raise and people didn't try to meddle in his life, like Dumbledore always did. Dumbledore, Harry hated him almost as much as he hated Voldemort, the old man was always interfering in his life, always making him do things he didn't want to do, and treated him like some kind of trophy pet. Harry was fed up with Dumbledore and his manipulative ways; in Harry's opinion Dumbledore was just as manipulative as Voldemort was, if not more.
Harry sighed as he threw down his cigarette and watched the red dot fall until he couldn't see it anymore, then he took out another one from his pack and lit it, seeing as he had let the last one burn out because he was too busy thinking. He took a long drag and sighed; he wished someone in the world knew what he was going through.
Someone who was treated like he was growing up, someone who knew what he was always feeling, someone who he could talk to about everything and they would understand because they went and were going through it as well. He didn't expect anyone to know how he felt or what he was going through when it came to Voldemort and having to save the Wizarding World. With that, it was either kill or be killed.
Everyone was expecting him to defeat Voldemort once and for all, if he didn't do anything about Voldemort eventually people would shun him and if he did defeat Voldemort people would stop wanting to be near him because he was a killer and they would shun him for killing another human, though Voldemort was far from being human, in Harry's mind. Either way, after the whole ordeal with Voldemort was over, or if it ever were, Harry would be shunned, either for not defeating Voldemort or for killing him.
Harry sighed as he took another long drag of his cigarette; he knew that everyone was going to be frantic because nobody had seen him since dinner. Ron and Hermione would probably freak out on him when he returned to the Gryffindor common room, but he didn't care.
Harry quickly finished his cigarette and headed back to the Gryffindor Tower. He cursed himself when he arrived at the portrait and realized that he didn't know the password. He had nobody to blame but himself, if he hadn't taken off and instead stayed in the Great Hall, he wouldn't be in this situation.
"Harry," someone called, Harry turned around to see Ginny running towards him
"Hey," Harry said, plastering a fake cheerful smile and his face.
"What are you doing out here?" Ginny asked as she stopped in front of him.
"I just got back from…where I was when I left Great Hall," Harry said, almost telling Ginny where he had went.
"Oh, so you don't know the password?" Ginny asked.
"No," said Harry.
"Oh, well, it's Bleeding Heart," Ginny said as she walked up to the Fat Lady's portrait and said the password the same time she told Harry. Harry followed Ginny through the portrait and into the Gryffindor common room and was bombarded with questions by Ron and Hermione, mostly Hermione, though.
"Where have you been? We've been so worry about you, Harry! We thought that something had happened to you!" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry completely ignored her and kept walking, heading for the boy's dormitory. When he arrived, there was nobody in there, which he was thankful for, he would have and peace and tranquility. Even though he had already had some, he always wanted to be left alone. Harry walked over to his bed and sat down, taking off his shoes and walking over to his trunk. He grabbed his pajamas and razorblade; he put his razorblade underneath his pillow for later and quickly changed into his pajamas.
When he was finished changing he lied down on his bed and went to close the curtains around it when the door opened, Ron walked in, followed closely by Hermione. When the two were in the room, Hermione shut the door and cast a silencing and locking charm on the door. Harry sighed; he really didn't want to deal with his so-called friends tonight.
"Harry, where have you been? We've been so worried about you, we thought something awful had happened to you," Hermione said.
"Yea, I know, told me," Harry said coldly.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked as he walked over to his own bed and sat down.
"What's it to you?" Harry tried his best not to snap, he wanted to be left alone.
"We though something awful had happened to you," Hermione said worriedly.
"Yea, well, nothing happened, so you can be on your merry little way," asked Harry.
"Harry, what's wrong, talk to us," Hermione said softly.
"Nothing's wrong, now would you just leave me the fuck alone," Harry said harshly.
"Harry," said Hermione, softly. "Please, just tell us what's bothering you, we want to help."
"There's nothing bothering me, if there was, you know I'd talk to you," Harry lied. There was something bothering Harry, but he wouldn't talk to anyone about it, he refused, and even if he decided to talk to someone, it definitely would not be Ron or Hermione, they would blow things right out of preposition.
"Ok, but promise that you'll talk to us if there's something wrong," Hermione said.
"Yes, okay, now would get you out and leave me the fuck alone!" Harry shouted, his patients running thin, he just wanted to bed left alone, couldn't anyone understand that, obviously not.
"Okay, well, night Harry, night Ron," Hermione said as he took down the locking and silencing charms and left the dormitory.
Harry sighed, he closed the curtains around his bed and spelled them shut and put up a silencing charm, he didn't want anyone else to bother him. He was tired and wanted to sleep, obviously, God had other plans for him.
"Harry," Ron said.
"What?" Harry snapped viciously as his waved his and the curtains unlocked and flew open.
"Um…" said Ron, looking nervous, he had never seen Harry in such a mood before. "Don't get mad at me or freak out or anything, but I have to agree with Hermione, something's wrong, Harry, and you're not telling us what it is. What happened to before when you used to tell us everything? What happened to the nice, calm, gentle Harry that I used to know? You've changed Harry, and not for the better, either."
"First, I never you to tell you guys everything. Second, the nice, calm, gentle Harry that you used to know is still here, just with a way bigger attitude. I'm sick and tired of always listening to people berate me and treat me like I'm some trophy. I'm still the same Harry that you used to know, only now, I don't take shit from anyone, and that includes you and Hermione. If someone pisses me off or does something to me, I'm not gonna sit there and take it anymore, I'm gonna dish it right back out. Like the old saying goes: 'Don't dish it, if you can't take it.' I can dish it out because I can take it, it's as simply as that, Ronald. Now, if you'll fuck off, I wanna get some sleep."
After Harry said that, he closed the curtains around his bed and spelled them locked and put up a silencing charm, again. The next person that bothered him was going to have to deal with one very pissed of Harry Potter, and he wouldn't hold back, he didn't care who it was. People were incapable of grasping the fact that Harry just wanted to be left alone, no matter how many times Harry told them, he doubted that their incompetent minds could decipher what 'fuck off' meant.
Harry sighed; he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the material that went over top of his bed, though he couldn't see it. Harry yawned widely before he drifted off into a restless sleep.
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A four-year-old Harry trembled as he sat in the fetal position in the corner, Vernon was angry with him, again. Though, Vernon was always angry with Harry, so Harry hadn't a clue what he had done wrong this time. Little Harry had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out when Vernon's foot connected with his side. Even though he was only five, Harry was smarter then most children his age, he knew that if he did something like cry or scream in pain when Vernon was hitting him or yelling at him that things would become worse for Harry, he had learned that the hard way.
"You greedy little pig!" Vernon roared. "Are you trying to make Dudley starve to death? Just because you're hungry doesn't mean that you need to make other people starve so that you aren't! You're pathetic and disgusting, you're a fucking freak!" Vernon's foot connected with Harry's side again.
"I-I-I'm so-sorry, U-Uncle Ver-Vernon," Harry managed to choke out, while he tried to stop himself from crying. "Please, d-don't h-hit me, pl-please."
"You deserve to be hit and punished after what you just did, you filthy little pig! You deserve to be punished for everything that you do wrong, and you know it! I know you like it when I hit you, why else would you just sit there and take it? You know that you deserve what you get, you know that you deserve to be dead for ruining my life, you know that you deserve to be punished!" Vernon shouted as he kicked Harry once more in the side, before he picked Harry up but the collar of his shirt and threw him into the cupboard underneath the stairs.
When little Harry heard the 'click' he knew that Vernon had locked him in and that he would be in there for a long time. Harry lied down on his bed and quietly cried himself to sleep, while thinking that Vernon was right, he deserved to be punished, at least that was what his young five-year-old mind told him.
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A seven-year-old Harry stood in the middle of the living room, visibly shaking, shards of glass lay scattered around him. Vernon had come downstairs as fast as he could when he heard the sound of something glass break. Dudley was standing in the doorframe with a smug look on his face. When Vernon had asked Dudley what had happened, Dudley said that Harry got angry and smashed the expensive vase, and Vernon believed him.
Harry knew better then to say that Dudley was lying because he would get into more trouble for accusing Dudley of doing something so awful, he had learned that the hard way, too. Harry visibly flinched when he saw Vernon move.
"What did you do, boy?" Vernon growled.
"I didn't do anything," Harry said, he felt light-headed; he knew what was going to happen.
"Don't lie to me, you piece of fucking shit!" Vernon snapped.
"I'm not," Harry said; he felt like he would pass out at any given second.
"Clean it up, NOW!" Vernon shouted.
Harry got down on his hands and knees and started to pick up the shards of glass that were scattered around the living room, he was shaking, he knew that Vernon was going to do something, he just didn't know what. Harry soon found out what Vernon was going to do when he felt a sharp pain an inch or so above his temple. Harry knew better then to feel if it was bleeding or anything because Vernon would take a sick sadistic pleasure and cause Harry more bodily harm, just a few more hits at the most.
Harry continued to pick up the glass on the floor, but he started to panic when he saw red drops fall into his hand. Harry knew better then to cry for it would just make things worse from himself. Harry quickly picked up the glass, trying not to pass out at the sight of so much blood on himself, knowing that if he got any of his blood on the floor that he would have to pay the price.
Harry stood up and quickly put the glass into the garbage before he ran upstairs into the bathroom. The first thing that he did when he got there was throw up, the blood dripping from his head and into the toilet didn't help settle is stomach.
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A fourteen-year-old Harry sat curled up in a ball on his bed as he tried hard not to cry; Vernon had just entered the room, his face was red with anger. He stormed over to where Harry was sitting and slapped him across the back of his head, hard.
"You listen here, boy, and you listen good," Vernon growled. "You're a useless piece of shit, you're pathetic, you're unworthy of living! You should die, just like you're freak parents!"
At this point, Vernon had moved and put his hands around the young boy's neck. Harry tried to scream but he couldn't, Vernon's hands were wrapped to tightly around his neck and he couldn't breath. Vernon squeezed Harry's neck before he let go, Harry coughed as he tried to fill his lungs with oxygen. Harry inched over into the corner, trying to get as far away from Vernon as he possibly could. Before Harry had a chance to react, Vernon had picked him up by the collar of his shirt.
"I hope you fucking rot in hell, you're worthless, you're lower then dirt!" Vernon spat as he brought up his fist and punched Harry in the eye. Harry's glasses shattered, leaving cuts around his eye, and making a long deep gash down the side of his face, the blood flowed freely down his face. "I fucking hate you, I shouldn't have ever taken you in!"
After Vernon said that, he raised his fist and punched Harry in the stomach, hard, causing him to cough up blood all over Vernon. Vernon made a disgusted face as he dropped Harry on the floor before kicking him on the back of his head.
"You disgusting little asshole!" Vernon roared as he kicked Harry in the stomach, causing the small boy to cough up more blood.
Vernon picked Harry up by the collar of his shirt, again, and threw him on the bed. Harry was shaking violently as he curled up into a ball. Vernon kneeled on the bed and put his hands on Harry's hips, then he pulled down Harry's pajama bottoms in one swift movement. Tears started to flow down Harry's cheeks, burning his cuts, as he watched Vernon take off his own pants.
Vernon moved and flipped Harry into his stomach before he sat on the boy's legs. Harry's body shook with sobs as Vernon entered one finger into him. Soon, he added one more, then one more. Next, Vernon scissored his fingers, making Harry's entrance bigger. When Vernon was done, he withdrew his fingers from Harry, who was crying uncontrollably, and positioned himself over Harry.
"No…no…please, don't," Harry cried.
"Shut the fuck up you worthless piece of shit!" Vernon growled as he leaned forward and punched Harry in the back of the head, causing him to cry harder.
Harry screamed when Vernon entered him raw, no lubricant or anything. Vernon began pumping in and out of Harry, slowly. He began to quicken his pace when he was about to cum; he grabbed Harry's cock and started pumping it in time with his trusts. Not to long after Vernon quickened his pace, he came inside of Harry.
When Vernon recovered a little he withdrew himself from Harry, got off the bed, put his pants back on and left the room. Harry lay on his bed, crying.
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Harry woke up in cold sweat, he had wanted to forget what he just dreamed, but he couldn't. He wanted to believe that that had never happened, but it had. Harry sighed; he took down the silencing and locking charm on his bed, and reached under his pillow to grab his razorblade. He opened the curtains around his bed, stood up and went to his trunk. He searched through it until he found what he was looking for, his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map.
He put the cloak on and walked out of the room as quietly as he could, putting the razorblade in his pocket. He arrived at the common room and nobody was there, he looked at the clock, it read three thirty, people wouldn't start to wake until seven. Harry exited the common room and walked around, wondering where the best place to go was.
As Harry turned the corner, he heard something, quickly he said the password to the map, it revealed that Draco Malfoy was just around the corner and that everyone else in the entire school was asleep, including Filch and Mrs. Norris. Harry, knowing that he had nothing to worry about continued walking. He cleared the map and decided to go to the Astronomy Tower; he needed a cigarette, that's when he remembered that he had left them in the dormitory.
When Harry arrived at the Astronomy Tower, he waved his hand and his pack of cigarettes and light appeared in his other hand. He took of his Invisibility Cloak and set it down on the ground and walked over to the window ledge and sat down. He set down his razorblade and took a cigarette out of the pack and lit it. He took a long drag and sighed.
He wanted to forget what his uncle had done to him, for the longest time, he had blocked it from his mind, he couldn't remember it ever happening, that's how well he had blocked it. Harry had forgotten about it until tonight when he dreamed about it, he knew that it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him because he remembered how traumatized he was the next day when he memories had come flooding back. Rape was something that someone could get over easily; it was a psychological thing that could traumatize someone so bad that they would commit suicide to escape what had happened to them.
Harry remembered the day after his uncle raped him, Vernon had told him to clean out the shed and that was when Harry found the razorblades. He remembered taking the sharpest one he could find. He had heard that people would cut themselves to release the pain of what they were going through, even though they only experienced a pain free world for a few minutes. Harry had decided to try it that night when everyone else was asleep. The first cut he ever made wasn't very deep, but he still felt better, so he had done it a few more times. Ever since that experience with the razorblade he had cut, it made him feel better about his life.
Harry took a drag of his cigarette; he wanted to forget that night. Harry sighed; he finished the last of his cigarette and threw it off the tower. He rolled up his sleeves picked up his razorblade, just as he was about to put it to his wrist, ever detail about the night he was raped came back and hit in full force, every touch, sound, sight, smell, and emotion. A wave of helplessness washed over Harry as tears started to roll down his face, 'Why did I have to dream about that? The other two were fine, but that,' Harry thought as he pressed the razorblade to his wrist and slid it across, slowly, savoring the sting and bliss.
He slid the razorblade a few more times over his wrist before he set it down and watched the blood flow freely from his wrist, dropping onto the ledge with a light, almost inaudible, splattering sound. When the blood started to slow, Harry waved his hand over the cuts, cleaning the blood from his wrist, and then he waved his hand over the length over his arm and put a glamour charm on it. He rolled up the sleeve that covered his right arm, and waved his hand over the length of his arm, putting a glamour charm on his cuts and scars.
Harry took another cigarette out of is pack and lit it, taking a long drag. He stood up and put his pack of cigarettes and lighter in his pocket, then picked up his razorblade and put that in his pocket, too, before he sat down and took another drag of his cigarette.
Just as Harry finished his cigarette and three it out the window, he heard the chime of the clock at the back of the school, signaling that it was four o'clock. Harry sighed; he stood up, put on his Invisibility Cloak and grabbed the Marauder's Map before he left the Astronomy Tower and head back to the Gryffindor common room.
Wow! That was longer than the last few chapters. I hoped you all enjoyed it. Also, if you noticed Harry didn't get in shit about leaving the Dursley's that'll be in chapter seven, because the next chapter I'll be focusing on Draco. Anywayz, please review and let me know what you think.
I'd like to thank my WONDERFUL reviewers!
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FroBoy: Thanks, I hope you enjoyed with chapter.
Draeconin: (Chapter 1) Yea, I do no a lot about cutting because I am a cutter, who's trying to stop. Yea, you're right, I reread the note he sent to Remus and I see where you're coming from, but also, by the time that it gets to Remus then Harry wont be at the Dursley's anymore, so. It works either way, right? (Chapter 3) Really? I didn't know that…well I had read it somewhere but I forgot…lol…thanks for refreshing my memory…lol (Chapter 4) Yea, I plan on making it a little less sad, but not for a few chapters still. Thanks for the guess, only you and one other person guessed. Just to let you no, you were super close. lol. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Itsasledgehammer: (Chapter 1) its okay, lol. I love that song to, its one of my favourties. I'll check out the one-shot you wrote and I'll review it for you. I've never been to the US cuz I live in Canada, but I've flown over it when I went to Alberta this summer. lol. I'm glad you like me fic. (Chapter 4) lol… I'm glad to see that you like my story and want more, lol. Anywayz, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Neoshamanking212: lol…thanks, so I guess my story is the first that you've seen with Harry like that? lol…that's cool, I've seen a few. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Just to let you all no, that I'm going to try and update every Sunday. And at the end of next chapter I'm going to reveal how old I am, so for the people that didn't guess, this is your last chance! lol…anywayz, review and let me know what you thought of this chapter! Until next chapter, BYEBYE!
-Wykked As Syn
