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 (in later chapters)
Self-harming
Other (drugs in this chapter)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot, and a few other things that will appear in later chapters.
PLEASE READ, IT MAY HELP YOU UNDERSTAND THE THINGS WITH RAGE AND SUNSHINE A LITTLE BETTER!
Note 2 Rage's name is Brian Kinney and Sunshine's name is Justin Taylor. They are from Queer As Folk. For those of you that watch the show, you should already know that. Lol. I doubt that I will have them actually show up in person, but I will have Harry mailing them and stuff. Also, when I right this chapter, I'm going to be referring to them as Brian and Justin, not Rage and Sunshine, lol, that's just obvious though. Also, for those of you who watch the show Debbie gave Harry his nickname (I'm too lazy to work that into the story, lol).
Chapter 9: Replies, Flashbacks, and Waking Harry
It was Monday night; Harry was sitting in the Astronomy Tower having a cigarette. It had been three days since he had written to Brian and Justin and he hadn't received their reply yet. He wasn't worried, though, because he knew that he would get it by tomorrow at the latest.
Harry had meet Brian and Justin at a gay bar called Babylon in Knockturn Alley this summer while he was staying at the Leaky Cauldron with Malfoy. Brian and Justin both knew who Harry really was and they didn't care, they like him for him, not because he was famous, Harry could tell that just by the way that they acted around him, they acted the same as they did around everyone else.
Over the summer break the three had hung out all the time, they were practically inseparable. Harry remembered the way that he felt when he had hung out with them, he didn't feel lonely or depressed, he felt like a normal teenage boy just looking to get laid. Over the summer, Harry had done some, for lack of better word, experiments with guys and girls. He had had sex with both genders; he had found that he had like guys more then girls, but he still liked girls. It was amusing when he had told Brian and Justin because Brian started flirting with him and Justin had gotten extremely jealous. In the end, though, Justin's jealously faded when Harry refused to do anything with Brian.
When the end of the summer neared, it was Justin's idea to write to each other and use nicknames incase the letters were intercepted, that way nobody would know who was who. Harry knew that he hadn't known Brian and Justin long enough to ask for any kind of drugs, but he was, in a way, desperate for them.
Harry took a long drag of his cigarette and started going over what had happened that day, it was somewhat difficult to process even though it was something so small.
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Harry was sitting in the Potions classroom waiting for the bell to ring and class to start. He didn't have to wait long, though, because a few moments later the bell rang and students started filing in, followed by Snape, whose robes where billowing behind him. Snape had stood in front of his desk, leaning on it, as he explained what it was the class would be doing that day, taking notes.
Snape waved his wand and the notes appeared on four different boards. Harry sighed as he took out a piece of parchment and quill; he knew that it was going to be a long class. He looked up at the board, the writing on it was so small, and then an idea struck him. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching him, then he flicked his wrist and, instantly, the writing on the board was copied onto his parchment.
Harry leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes and began to think about anything that came to his mind. Unfortunately, it was Dumbledore. The meddling old fool that could never mind his own business, especially when it came to Harry. He was a manipulative bastard and that was that; nothing would ever make Harry think differently.
Trying to think of something else, Harry was coming up with blanks. He didn't want to think of Dumbledore at the moment, he didn't want to think about the crazy old bastard at all. Harry was interrupted from trying to think of something else when Snape spoke.
"Potter, get to work,"
"I'm finished," Harry said emotionlessly.
"Impossible, you can't write that fast," Snape said, walking over to him. "If you used magic to copy it all down, I'll know."
It was true, if someone were to use magic to copy something down like Harry did, it would leave detectable traces. Of course, Harry had already known that. His wandless magic abilities were strong enough that he needn't worry about his magic leaving traces.
"He didn't use any magic, sir, I saw him copy it all down," Harry had heard Malfoy say.
"Are you sure, Mister Malfoy?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes,"
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Why had Malfoy lied to Snape like that? More importantly, why did Malfoy even defend him? Those two questions had bothered Harry all day. Harry couldn't understand why Malfoy had defended him when he could of gotten him in trouble. Was Malfoy playing some game with his mind, trying to make Harry lower his defenses so that he was an easier target? Harry didn't know anymore, this year, so far, was weird enough. He didn't want Malfoy making things weirder, though he had already done that.
Taking a long drag of his cigarette, Harry threw it out the window. He watched the red light fall until he couldn't see it anymore. Harry knew that this year was going to be eventful, but he when thought eventful; he didn't think anything like along the line of what was happening so far. Things seemed to get weirder and weirder. First, Remus was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again, and he had been acting a little strange, Harry had noticed. Second, Snape was nice to him, and even agreed to give him Occlumency lessons with being an asshole about it. And third, Malfoy had defended him against Snape.
Sighing, he now knew, that he was in for one hell of a year. Usually at the beginning of the year, the things that happen were the least unusual things. So, that meant that this year, many more strange and unusual things were going to happen, Remus, Snape and Malfoy would be the least of his problems. Sure, everything that happened at Hogwarts was strange and unusual, but that had become normal.
Harry was interrupted from his thoughts when he looked up at the sky and saw a black moving dot. It seemed like it was coming closer and closer to Harry. Finally, the black dot started to take form; it was Hedwig. Soon, Hedwig landed gracefully next to Harry and cooed happily, holding out her leg for Harry. Harry untied the parcel and note that was attached to her and pet her on the head. Hedwig cooed and looked at him, Harry smiled and flicked his wrist; a few owl treats appeared in front of Hedwig. Harry opened the note, it read:
'Hey Pain,
Always have to get right do the point, don't you? Anyways, don't worry about paying me; think of it as an early Christmas and birthday present. There's enough there to last you until the end of the year, of course. I know that you probably didn't want to have to roll some up, so I did half of them for you, well, Sunshine helped. Just don't except anything from me for Christmas or your birthday. But, knowing my luck, Sunshine'll talk me into getting something for you.
Anyways, It's Sunshine now, Rage is right, I'll probably talk him into getting you something. You know, sometimes I'm glad that we are wizards, or it would have taken us much longer to roll up half of what we gave you. But yea, we've gotta go, Debbie's yelling at us, well Rage more so then I, for something or another. Talk to you later, kid. Take care and write soon.
Love always,
Rage and Sunshine'
Harry chuckled; Debbie was always yelling at Brian for one thing or another. It was quite amusing watching a grown man cower at a woman half his size and almost twice his age. But, Debbie had that affect on people. Sighing, Harry looked at the parcel Brian and Justin had sent to him, he couldn't believe that they had sent him enough to last until the end of the year. He flicked his wrist and the parcel returned to its normal size. Opening it, Harry saw that it was divided into three sections. Harry reckon that Brian put everything in unceremoniously and Justin made him organize it, that was just Justin though, he like everything organized.
Looking back at the box, Harry reached into the middle section and pulled out a clear, plastic bag. He opened it and pulled out a joint. Harry jumped slightly when he heard the clock chime at the back of the school; it was ten o'clock. Smirking at his stupidity, Harry put the joint in his mouth and lit it. He took a drag and inhaled, holding it in for a longer period of time that a cigarette before he exhaled. He did this a few more times before he started to feel the affects of the drug.
His mind had become foggy and every emotion that he had felt prior to using the drug had vanished, he felt carefree and happy like nothing could spoil his mood. Depending on how much of the drug he did, nothing would be able to affect his joyous mood. Of course, if he started to think about things in a logical sense, then he would spoil his own mood, it wouldn't matter how much of the drug he had done prior to think about things.
Harry took a long drag of the joint and held it in until he felt himself getting light-headed because he couldn't breathe, then he exhaled slowly. He did that a few more times before the drug started to take full affect, and he was only half done the joint. Harry knew that he if smoked the rest of the joint he would be, for lack of an appropriate word, fucked up for the rest of the night and when he woke up, though, that would only last a few hours. He didn't care, he was in a deep state of depression that he would to anything to make all the pain and hurt disappear, even if that meant that he had to turn to drugs. Harry took a long drag and held it in until he became light-headed because he needed to breath before he exhaled.
Harry watched the smoke move and started to giggle, it was amusing to watch, especially when you couldn't see straight. Harry continued to take long drags of the joint and hold it in until he became light-headed, until he had finished the joint. By the time he threw the joint out of the window, he had a goofy smile on his face; he knew that he would be, again, for lack of an appropriate word, fucked out of his mind for the rest of the night and well into the morning. Considering how much drugs he had had, Harry flicked his wrist and the box folded up and shrunk back down to the size that it had arrived in. Harry smirked at the great job he did, before he started to giggle. He grabbed the miniature box and put it in his pocket before he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and took on out of the pack. He lit it and took a long drag.
As he had his cigarette, Harry watched the smoke from it move and curl, causing him to giggle uncontrollably. Harry quickly finished his cigarette before he started his trek back to the Gryffindor Tower. Of course, that wasn't an easy task considering the state that he was in. He had made it to the bottom of the Astronomy Tower on wobbly legs; they were weak because he couldn't stop giggling. By the time he was halfway back to Gryffindor Tower, he had leaned against a wall to support himself but ended up sliding down into a sitting position, giggling.
The flames from the torches on the wall made moving shadows, which caused Harry to giggle uncontrollably. Harry tried to suppress his giggles when he heard footsteps coming toward him, but it was no use, he couldn't stop himself. He knew that he was busted when he heard the person speak.
"Potter? What are you doing out past curfew?"
Harry looked up at the person with a wide smile on his face, he didn't care who he was dealing with, he was too stoned to care that Snape might figure out that he was stoned or give him a detention. Snape looked down at Harry with a raised eyebrow, a look that everyone knew needed to be answered, but Harry didn't answer it, he just stared up at Snape, smiling.
"Answer me, Potter," Snape said sternly.
"What was the question again?" Harry asked slowly, tilting his head the side.
"Follow me, Potter," Snape said.
Remus Lupin was sitting on a couch in front of the fire in Severus's private quarters, waiting for Severus to return from his nightly rounds. Remus sighed as he stood up and walked over to Severus's desk. Severus and he had been marking essays before it was time for Severus to start his nightly rounds. Grabbing the essays that he had been marking, Remus walked back over to the living room and sat down at the coffee table that was in the center it. He placed down the essays and flicked his wrist, a quill and inkwell appeared and he began to finish marking the essays.
Not even five minutes after Remus started marking, the door to Severus's private quarters opened and Harry walked in, followed closely by Severus. Remus could tell, just by looking at Harry, that something wasn't right. Harry had a goofy look on his face, and he couldn't walk straight. Remus had a vague idea what was wrong with the raven-haired boy, when he looked at Severus and Harry giggled, his idea became less vague. To confirm his theory, Remus raised an eyebrow at Severus and shifted his eyes to Harry then back to Severus. When Severus shrugged his shoulders, Remus sighed.
"Harry, come and sit down," Remus said; causing Harry to jump slightly, then giggle. Harry obeyed, though, and walked over to Remus and sat down on the couch. Severus followed and sat down next to Remus on the floor.
"Harry, why were you out after curfew?" Severus asked. As much as he acted like he hated Harry in public, he didn't. He had to act the way that he did to keep up appearances, like calling him Potter instead of Harry, even if the were in public and nobody was around he would, one could never be to sure of what was lurking round the corner.
"I was," Harry said, tilting his head to the side. His eyes widened as he gasped. "I don't know," He said incredulously.
Severus sighed and Remus pinched the bridge of his nose, they were in for a long night. They both had ideas of what was wrong with Harry, but one incredibly vague idea stood out from all the rest. Remus and Severus looked at each other; they were both thinking the same thing. Severus nodded and Remus smirked.
"Harry, what were you doing before Severus found out?" Remus asked, hoping to get some sort of answer to prove his and Severus's theory incorrect.
"I was heading back to the Gryffindor Tower," Harry said slowly, tilting his head to the other side, staring into the fire with a zoned out look on his face.
"And, what were you doing before that?" Remus asked.
"I…can't tell you," Harry answered, raising his eyebrows.
"Okay, we won't make you tell us," Severus said. He looked at Remus, whom nodded.
Severus snapped his fingers in front of Harry's face, causing the young boy to start twitching and giggling uncontrollably, which proved Remus and Severus's theory correct. The two older men sighed; they weren't going to do anything, because they knew that this was Harry's way of dealing with stuff. The thing was, they wanted to know what exactly he was trying to deal with, they wanted the raven-haired boy to talk to them, to trust them. The only thing was, they didn't know how to do so. Sighing, he looked at each other and nodded, it was a mutual agreement that Harry would stay with them until the affect of the drug wore off.
Draco Malfoy was sitting in his bed in his private quarters, with blood slowly running down his wrist. He had dreamed again, about his father and the things he had subjected Draco to. He still hadn't asked his godfather for a Dreamless Sleep Potion. Draco leaned his head bad against his headboard and closed his eyes; it hadn't been such a smart idea, though, because as soon as he eyelids closed, he saw flashbacks of what he had been subjected to as a young boy.
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Draco was fourteen-years-old, he was sitting on his bed, silent tears running down his face as his father yelled at him from the hallway. Yelling that he was useless and stupid, that he was pathetic and a mistake, that he hadn't meant for Narcissa to become pregnant.
"Fuck off!" Draco yelled. He couldn't take hearing all the things that Lucius was saying, he knew that they weren't true, but with Lucius yelling those things to him constantly, he began to wonder if they were, in fact, true.
Draco had instantly regretted saying that to his father because as soon as those two words had left his mouth, Lucius had came into the room. Draco quickly moved to the corner of his bed and curled up into the fetal position, but that hadn't stopped Lucius from getting to him. Lucius grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him forward, causing the young blonde to land on his stomach. Before Draco knew exactly what had happened, it took all his self-control not to scream out in pain, his father had hit him across the back with a leather belt.
After Draco had been hit, he moved back to the corner in the fetal position again. His father crawled across the bed to Draco and raised his hand, Draco's first reaction the to cover his head. His father's hand came down and hit him in the ear; Draco heard a ringing noise. Lucius raised his hand again and punch Draco in the leg; it took a lot for Draco not to scream out in agony.
'Stop it!" Draco shouted.
That had been a huge mistake, next second Draco found himself pinned up against the wall by the collar of his shirt, feet a few inches from the ground. He didn't have time to brace himself for what was to come next; his father slapped him across the face.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put you through the wall," Lucius spat.
Lucius then dropped Draco and kicked him in the hip before he left the room, laughing at the pain he had caused him only son.
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Draco opened his eyes, silent tears rolling down his pale cheeks; he hated his father for everything that he had put Draco through. In Draco's opinion, nobody should have to go through what he did, he shouldn't have had to go through that. Draco shook his head to rid it of thoughts about his father.
Draco leaned forward and looked at his arm, it was still bleeding slightly. Draco grabbed his knife that was beside him; he put the tip of it to his wrist, pressed down hard and slowly dragged it across his wrist. The skin slip open wide and it took a few seconds for the blood to start coming out, when it did, though, it gushed. Draco reeled in the blissful numbness that he felt, he heart stopped aching and his mind was blank. He started transfixed as the blood gushed out of the open mark in his arm.
The corner of his vision was starting to become blurry, but he didn't care. The more that he was away from the real world, the better. Though, he was haunted but his father and everything else even when he was in his own world, the only place where he was alone was trespassed by the real world. Draco felt himself become light-headed and his vision was becoming even blurrier. Soon everything went black and Draco was in his own world, which was, for once, not trespassed by anyone.
It had been two months he had received his letter from Brian and Justin, Harry had been allowed his Quidditch privileges back and he had become Gryffindor's seeker again. The only reason he had accepted to take the position was because he loved the game and he loved flying. Also, it had been two months since the incident with Snape and Remus, things between the three didn't exactly become awkward, just a bit tense at times. Harry had a feeling that the two adults had been monitoring him, watching what he was doing whenever they had the chance. Usually, when Harry had a feeling about something, it was right, so he had been careful when he did things, very careful.
Two things about that night still bothered him though. The first thing was, why didn't the ask if he had any more drugs on him or try and take what he had on him away from him? Maybe they reckoned that he didn't have anymore? Harry highly doubted that idea, he knew that they knew he had some on him. But, why didn't they take it? Why didn't they give him a detention or take any points from him? Where they both playing some sick joke on him? Where they trying to make him trust them and want to go to them if something were wrong? Harry reckoned that they were playing some sick joke on him, or at least waiting until his did something worse. But, Harry knew that the two old men could have had him expelled for the possession of drugs and being under the influence of them. Harry could understand Remus not doing anything, but Snape. What was Snape up to, from what Harry knew about the Potions Master, he would have jumped at the opportunity to get Harry expelled.
The second thing was, why was Remus in Snape's private quarters? Ever since Remus had returned to Hogwarts for the second time to teach, the Potions Master and he had been acting unusually strange. What was up with them? Harry had also noticed that whenever he looked at the Marauder's Map that Snape was either in Remus's private quarters or Remus was in Snape's private quarters. Maybe they were planning something, some way to get Harry into trouble. Harry doubted that because when he looked on the map the two seemed to be unusually close to each other. But, didn't they hate each other? Well, didn't Snape hate Remus? Why would Snape willingly be close to Remus? There were so many possibilities to both of the things that had been bothering Harry for almost two months.
Harry was brought back from his thoughts when the bell rang, signaling that classes were over for the day. Harry sighed as he stood up, it was Friday and he had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a pleasant evening. Grabbing his bag, Harry walked out of the classroom, ignoring Ron and Hermione, who were calling after him. He quickened his pace, trying to lose the two annoying people. Couldn't they take a hint? Harry sighed when they finally caught up with him.
"Harry," Ron said. "Didn't you hear us calling you, mate?"
"No, sorry guys," Harry lied.
"Oh, well, there's a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow, are you gonna go?" Ron asked.
"I dunno, probably not," Harry said as he turned the corner. 'Can't they take a fucking hint?'
"You should come," Hermione said.
"Why? There's nothing to do there," Harry said. He had a feeling that if he didn't go that the other two would reckon that something was up. He figured that he might as well refuse for a while before agreeing.
"Sure, there is," Ron said.
"Yea, like what?" Harry said coldly as he started to walk towards the dungeon, he had Occlumency with Snape as soon as classes ended.
"Like, loads of stuff," Ron said.
"Harry, why are we going to the dungeons?" Hermione asked as she stopped walking.
"We aren't going to the dungeons, I am," Harry said coldly as he rounded the corner.
Harry stopped for a moment to see if Ron and Hermione were following him, he sighed in relieve when he heard their retreating footsteps. As Harry walked down to Snape's office, he cleared his mind of all thoughts, which was hard considering the fact that he had so many things running threw his mind. Like always, though, Harry managed to clear his mind of all thoughts by the time that he reached Snape's office.
He didn't bother knocking when before he entered; he just walked in. Harry tried not to smirk at the sight before him, Remus had been leaning over Snape's shoulder with his hair covering most of his face and Snape seemed to be laughing softly at something. When the two adults had heard the door open, they jumped away from each other.
"Harry, have you ever heard of knocking?" Remus asked, his cheeks tinted pink, though, it wasn't noticeable until one looked closely.
"Yes, we could have been-" Snape ever had the chance to finish his sentence because Remus put his hand over the potions masters' mouth. Harry raised an eyebrow, now he was intrigued.
"Never mind, the point is, next time knock," Remus said as he took his hand away from Snape's mouth and wiped it on his robes. From Harry's point of view, it looked like Snape licked Remus's hand.
"Okay, are you going to be here for the lesson, sir?" Harry asked politely.
"If you want me to," Remus said.
"Doesn't matter to me," Harry said.
"Okay, Harry, are you ready to start?" Snape asked as he stood up and walked in front of his desk. Remus sat down in Snape's chair.
"Yes, sir," Harry said as he quickly tried to clear his mind.
"On my mark…one – two – three. Legilimens! " Snape said.
Harry was in the Gryffindor Tower arguing with Ron and Hermione…He had just arrived at Platform 9 ¾ and had just met up with Ron and Hermione. The three walked onto the train and Ron and Hermione started to yell at Harry…Harry was sixteen, he was at the bar with –
"No," Harry said.
"Better, only three memories," Snape said. "Ready? Okay, Legilimens!"
Harry could feel Snape trying to enter his mind, but he had a strong feeling that the first memory that Snape would see would be of him and his razorblade. Harry tried as hard as he could to stop Snape from entering his mind, after what seem like hours, though; Harry managed to throw Snape off completely.
"That was great, Harry," Snape said, he looked a little shocked and slightly tired. Harry reckoned that he took Snape just as much energy to try and enter Harry's mind as it did for Harry to throw Snape off.
"How about a ten minute break? After the experience, I reckon you both could us some tea," Remus said as he waved his hand and a tea set appeared on the desk in front of him.
"Fine," Snape said as he waved his wand and conjured up two comfortable looking chairs.
Snape sat down in one of the chairs and motioned for Harry to come over and sit in the other, Harry obeyed. Remus had Snape and Harry a cup of tea and they both accepted, saying their thanks. The three sat in silence for a moment drinking their tea before Remus spoke.
"So, what's going on between you, Ron and Hermione?" the lycanthrope asked.
"Nothing," Harry said stiffly. Snape and Remus didn't need to know anything that was going on between him and his so-called friends. "Let's get back to the lesson."
"Harry, you've barely touched your tea," Snape said.
"I don't care, Snape, I want to continue the lesson," Harry said emotionlessly.
"Fine, but, call me Severus," the potions master said.
"Fine," Harry said as he stood up and took his position at the other end of the office.
"On the count of three…one – two – three. Legilimens!"
Harry was in the hotel room with two men and Malfoy had just walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel…Harry was in the backroom of Babylon with some guy…Harry was five, he was crying because he hadn't eaten in 7 days and his uncle was laughing at him and teasing him…Harry was sixteen, it was dark and the only light was coming through a barred window, and there was a beautiful song playing in the background. Harry was just about to look down at something –
"Enough!" Harry shouted.
"What happened, Harry? You went from throwing Severus off to four memories," Remus said.
"Wait…you can see them, too?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Remus answered.
"Joy," Harry said sarcastically.
"Harry, can I ask you something about your memories?" Severus asked.
"Depends what it is," Harry said coldly. He didn't like people asking him about personal stuff, but he reckoned that it would be better if he say maybe and then choose not to answer afterward.
"What were doing in the same room as Draco?" Severus asked. Harry reckoned that that wasn't too much of a person question seeing as the fact that Malfoy was there and he was with Brian and Justin.
"Well, as you know, I ran away from the Dursley's this summer. I had rented a hotel room for the rest of the summer and it happened to be the only room available. Needless to say, I had to share it with Malfoy," Harry said simply.
"Fair enough reason," Severus said. "I think that that's enough for today,"
"Fine," Harry said.
It was Saturday morning and Harry was awoken from a, for once, peaceful sleep by the light that was shining into his bed. Harry rolled over onto his side away from the light and pulled the blanket over his head. He wasn't a morning person, especially since he had been up all night finishing his homework. The blankets had been pulled off of him and he shivered slightly before he curled into a ball and grabbed a pillow, putting it over his head. When that pillow was taken, he took the one pillow that was left on his bed and put it over his head.
That pillow had been taken to. Sighing, Harry stood up and blindly walked over to the next bed and lied down, pulling the hangs shut. He put a pillow over his head and then pulled the blankets over the pillow. Harry then felt something move from the bed that he was lying in. He reached forward blindly and pushed whatever was moving out of the bed, it happened to be Neville who landed with a thump.
The hangs had been pulled open and the blanket was ripped off of him, along with the two pillows that were on the bed. Harry stood up and walked blindly over to the next bed and lied down, pulling that hanging shut and wrapping the blankets tightly around him. Soon, the hangings were pulled open and the pillows were gone, someone was trying to unwrap Harry from the blankets, which they succeeded in doing.
Harry stood up and walked blindly over to the next bed and lied down he crawled under the blankets for what he hoped to be the last time. It looked like luck wasn't on his side today, though because the hangs were, once again, opened and the blankets and pillows were removed from the bed. Harry knew that there was only one more bed left in the room as he stood up and walked blindly over to it. He lied down, closed hangings, and waved his hand, putting a locking charm on the hangings. He had just about fallen back to sleep completely when the hanging were opened again and the blankets and pillow were removed from the bed. Harry stood up and blindly walked around, trying to find a pile of pillows and blankets. When he found it, he lied down on top of it and wrapped himself in the blankets.
"Fuck off," Harry said when someone removed the blankets. He felt around for them but they weren't in he reach.
"Harry, it's time to get up, it's Hogsmeade today," Ron said.
"Fine, fine. Go downstairs, and let me wake up," Harry said.
"Okay," Ron said and left the dormitory.
Harry hadn't opened his eyes throughout the entire episode that had just gone on. When he was sure that Ron had left the room, Harry crawled blindly over to a bed, and then went under it. Harry was almost back in dreamland when he heard the dormitory door open.
"Harry?" Ron called out. Harry heard Ron walk over to the showers and then walk back over to where the beds were. "Neville, where's Harry?"
"Under the bed," Neville said sleepily. Ron started to look under the beds until he found Harry. When he found the raven-haired boy, he pulled him out from under the bed his the ankle.
"Get up," Ron shouted in Harry's ear.
"I'm up, I'm up!" Harry shouted, sitting up straight. "Go away, let my get dre – shit! I'm not wearing anything!"
YAY! I'M DONE! I thought I'd be nice and update early. lol. Before I get to the reviews I've got two things to say. One, Draco's flashback is something that actually happened to me, except it was my mother that did it…
and two, I HAD to add the last section because that had happened to be this morning. I was sleeping in my grandmother's bed (because I live with her) and my grandfather turned on the lights and I went under the covers…he took the blankets away from he so u put the pillows over my head…he took those away from me too (evil fucker…he woke me up at NOON! I don't get up until at least 4 pm until I have too…of course I had to get up because it was a school day…but that's not the point) anyways…I kept my eyes closed and walked to my room…after walking into a few things (the fish tank…the SAME wall four times…my chair…my dog) anywayz…I shut the door, crawled into my bed put the pillows over my head and put the covers over the pillow…my grandfather came in, turned on the lights and took my pillow and blankets away from me and put them on the floor. I stood up and lied down on them…then he took them away from me so I crawled under the bed…then he pulled me out…the only thing was I was dressed…lol
Also, I wrote the last section because I am REALLY hyper right now and because I reckon that you could all use a good laugh AND because I couldn't think of anything else to write…lol.
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I'd like to thank my WONDERFUL reviews:
Walking-From-Omelas: (Notice) Thanks, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
(Chapter 8) OMG! That is the SWEETEST thing ive ever heard! It means SOO much to me that you said that! gives you a hug! anyways…thanks for the review and I hope that you enjoyed this chapter!
WrittenWords: (Notice) Thanks, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
FroBoy: (Notice) Thanks, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
(Chapter 8) Thanks. Lol and thanks for the review!
(FINALLY! This one won't be the same as the first three! Lmao!)
Hermione1208: (Chapter 1) I don't know what to say to that but…Thanks, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
(Chapter 8) I don't know what to say to that either but… Thanks, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review! Lmao D
(Never…¬ ¬)
Leader of the 'track down Peter Pettigrew and kill him in a horrible way' hunting squad: (Notice) Love the name…it's long and cuteD lol. Anyways…thanks, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
TammyLynnSlark: (Chapter 6) Yes, I know, it's a really bad habit; I'm trying to quit. OMG! That's sad!
amsterdamsbitch: (Notice) Thanks, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
OneWhoSitsWithTheTurtles: (Notice) lol. For a chapter with like 30+ pages it takes be about…30 mins…I'm reading this one fic where the chapters are like 50+ pages and each chapter only takes me like an hour D lol. They might be after you too! With ALL that homework and tests! Anywayz…THE WAIT IS OVER! Lol. I hope you enjoyed with chapter and thanks for the review!
(Chapter 7) lol. Don't worry…Harry and Draco will be having an encounter around Christmas, which should be in about a chapter or two P I everyone can wait that long! lol
(Chapter 6)lol…I never get in trouble for being on too long cuz I've got my own computer in my room P lol
(Chapter 5) lol. Thanks for point that out to me…I'll fix it when I edit the entire chapter P lol.
(Chapter 4) lol…I love HP/DM tooP lol…obviously D and yes, Remus loves Harry…but Harry doesn't know that…yet.
(Chapter 3) lol thanks for the compliment it means a lot to me…lol D.
(Chapter 2) lol…I think everyone wants to know how Kyra is P lol.
(Chapter 1) lol thanks P
Laurina Lalaithe: lol. I don't think that you're being nosy, its just curiosity it's a part of human nature P lol. Anyways…it relates to be because everything that Harry and Draco have gone through (expect for curses and rape) I've gone through the exact same thing…that's what its based on…in a way lol…I smoke n I cut too…both are VERY bad habits trying to stop them…actually I'm having a cigarette as I'm replying to all these wonderful review! Lol anyways…thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed with chapter!
The Dark's Desire: lol. Thanks! I LOVE it when people tell me their fave part of my story or chapter! It makes me feel even MORE loved! D lol. Anyways…I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
Crying these bloody tears: lol. Sorry if im a trigger. But DON'T become anorexic, PLEASE! It can kill you! The only reason that people don't notice anything in Harry is because they don't want to, their too wrapped up in their own lives to care. Anyways…if I think that Harry was normal in the last chapter...what do u think of him this chapter? At the last part? Lol..anyways…Don't be anorexic! Please! I used to be and I was hospitalized for almost two months! It's NOT fun.
Charl1e: Thanks, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
DarkerHeart: lol. I forget…lmao..anyways…I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
Hittocerebattosai: LMAO! Thanks P I hope you enjoyed this chapter too and thanks for the review!
Ruby-sama aura-chan the neko-jin's yami: Thanks! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the review!
MidnightsRose: lol. Thanks. Did I ever tell you that I have a dog named Midnight and whenever I see your and I think of her? Lol…anyways…thanks for the review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Myniephoenix: lol thanks. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter too and thanks for the review!
Jujube15: LMAO! That's brilliant U.A.D.O.W! I LOVE IT! lol…I know that Harry's gonnacrash and burn…but he's gonna be saved…so…I a few chapters or more…lol…anyways…thanks for the review and I hope that you enjoyed with chapter!
Wow…that took me about a half an hour just to answer ALL those reviews! Lol! Also, for the thing with Harry not eating and not being dressed and shit…Ron never noticed because 1) he thinks that Harry always looks like that and 2) because he's too stupid to realize that anything is wrong. Anyways…I SEE YOU ALL NEXT CHAPTER! BYEBYEZ
-Wykked As Syn
