Title: I Devise My Own Demise
Author: Kyra aka Demon-childe619
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so please don't sue! The song used in chapter 1 is 'I Devise My Own Demise' by Papa Roach.
Summary: Harry's tired of everyone expecting him and him alone to save the world, or die trying.
Spoilers: Through Book 5, takes place the following summer.
Warnings: Slight slash, nothing hardcore though, mostly just hints of it for now.
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Chapter 3:
Harry quietly slipped back into the room he shared with Ron and gently closed the door behind him. Glancing over he made sure that Ron was still sound asleep, the sound of the redhead's snoring reassuring him that he wouldn't be questioned by his 'friend.' Harry quickly made his way over to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a belt. He pulled the jeans on and pulled the belt tight, disgusted that he had to wrap the belt around himself twice to get it to fit. 'Note to self: Buy new clothes, ones that actually fit.' Harry thought to himself before shrugging slightly, 'Well, at least my shirt fits today.' He pulled on a pair of socks and his ratty shoes and made his way back to the door and downstairs to find some breakfast.
As he entered the kitchen Harry noticed that Draco had dressed in black slacks and a grey sweater and was already sitting at the table quietly eating. Harry slid into the seat across from the blonde and smiled slightly as Mrs. Weasley placed a plate in front of him and proceeded to pile it high with bacon, eggs, pancakes, and toast then poured him a glass of pumpkin juice. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Harry murmured as he took a bite of the eggs. "Morning, Draco." He said with a slight nod to the other boy.
Draco glanced up at Harry and returned the nod, "Morning."
"Harry dear, this came for you this morning." Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a thick parchment envelope on the table in front of Harry, not noticing the exchange between the boys. "Oh, and there was one for you as well, Mr. Malfoy." She added, placing another envelope on the table, this time in front of Draco.
Both boys murmured a quick 'thank you' as they stared at the envelopes and Mrs. Weasley turned back to the stove. "These are our OWL results, aren't they?" Harry questioned sparing a quick glance at Draco.
The blonde nodded, "That would be my guess." He replied, not taking his eyes off his envelope.
"I guess we'd best get this over with, huh?" Harry asked as he slowly opened the envelope and looking at the contents, vaguely aware that Draco was doing the same thing.
"Well," Mrs. Weasley spoke up startling the two boys as they had forgotten that she was even in the room, "Don't keep me in suspense, what did you get?"
Harry answered first. "Um, I got a D in History of Magic, a P in Divination, an A in Astronomy, E's in Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Herbology, Potions and Transfiguration and an O in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Oh, Harry Dear, that's wonderful! Seven OWLs, that's more than Fred and George got together!" Mrs. Weasley gushed, giving Harry a tight hug. "Well, how did you do, Mr. Malfoy?" She questioned.
Draco looked slightly surprised that the red-haired woman would even care to know his scores. "Oh, um, seven Owls as well, pretty much the same scores as Harry. Except that I got an O in Potions, an E in Defense, an A in Magical Creatures, and a P in History."
"That's pretty good, Draco, though I can't say I'm surprised about your Potions score." Harry said.
"Harry's right, Mr. Malfoy. You did very well." Mrs. Weasley said as she made her way back over to the stove again.
A few minutes later Ron stumbled into the kitchen, followed much more gracefully by Hermione and Ginny. Draco was the only one who noticed that Harry's expression darkened a bit at the sight of the three of them. Ron flopped down in the seat on Harry's right, Hermione taking the seat on the other side of Ron and Ginny taking the seat on Harry's left.
"Here you three go," Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a plate of food in front of each of the newcomers as well as a Hogwarts letter for each of them.
Hermione stared at her letter in something akin to horror. "Oh no! Oh no! These are my OWL results! Oh, I just can't look at them! I just know that I've failed everything!" She practically wailed.
Her reaction caused Harry and Draco both to snort, though they both quickly covered it with a cough. Ron glared at Draco while reaching over to pat Harry on the back, thinking that Harry had somehow managed to choke on his food. "Oh, sod off, Malfoy! I bet you Hermione did better than you did!" He exclaimed.
Draco merely raised a brow, "I don't doubt that she did. You see, I actually have a life outside of the library. I don't live and breathe books like she does. So, honestly I won't be surprised to find out that she got more OWLs than me." He stated.
Harry hid a small smile behind his napkin, though he couldn't stop his amusement from showing in his eyes. He cleared his throat a bit to make sure he wouldn't laugh before turning to Hermione, "So, how did you do?" He asked.
Hermione stared at her results, "I – Not bad." She said.
Ron snorted as he looked over shoulder, "'Not bad' she says. She got ten O's and an E in Defense." He stated.
Draco smirked at Harry, "See, I knew she'd do better than me."
Harry smirked back at the blonde. Moments later his attention was pulled away by the sound of Mrs. Weasley's voice.
"Well, Ron, hurry up and open yours, I want to know how you did." She said, standing behind her youngest son.
Ron paled drastically and slowly opened his results. He quickly scanned his results and let out a bit of a relieved sigh. Only failed Divination and History and who really cares about those anyway?" He said, showing his results to Harry and then his mother.
Harry gave the parchment a quick glance and was unsurprised to see that there were no O's on it.
"Oh, seven OWLs, I'm so proud of you Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley gushed before pulling her son into a tight hug causing Ginny to roll her eyes and Draco to pretend to gag, which in turn caused Harry snicker.
After Mrs. Weasley had let go of Ron Harry turned to look at her. "Mrs. Weasley," He started, "I was wondering if we could go to Diagon Alley today and get our supplies? And maybe Muggle London as well, I need new clothes."
"Oh, can we, Mum? Please? This house is so depressing and I think we could all use the fresh air. And Muggle London sounds like it could be fun. Please, Mum?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know," Mrs. Weasley hesitated, "I think it's too dangerous. If you children will give me your letters, I can go pick up your supplies for you, though."
"No offense, Mrs. Weasley, but it's not going to get any less dangerous and I'm tired of sitting around in this house all the time, it's depressing, it's dark, and it does nothing but remind me of Sirius. I need to get out of this house, even if it's only for one day. And if you want, I'll even let you put a glamour on me for while we're in the Alley, but I refuse to wear one in Muggle London. I highly doubt that we'll run into any Death Eaters in there, what with them hating Muggles and all. I need new clothes, which means that I need to go shopping." Harry argued.
"Harry Dear, I'm sorry but it's too dangerous, if you need new clothes then I can pick some up for you when I get your supplies." Mrs. Weasley said, a sympathetic look on her face.
Harry scowled at Mrs. Weasley, "No, you won't. I'm going to go to Diagon Alley and get my supplies myself and I am going to go to Muggle London and get some new clothes." He stated, voice flat and tight with barely controlled anger. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were looking back and forth between Harry and the Weasley matriarch nervously while Draco just watched the two with amusement.
A look of frustration and anger crossed Mrs. Weasley's face, "Now, Harry, I won't have you speaking to me like that. It is too dangerous and I will not allow you to-"
"You won't allow me? You have no say in what I am and am not allowed to do. No offense Mrs. Weasley, but you are not my mother. Nor are you my guardian; he's dead, remember?" Harry spat, "Now, I will be going to London. I will be going to Diagon Alley. And nothing you or anyone else says will change my mind. And don't even think of trying to get Dumbledore to tell me that its forbidden for me to go, I don't give a flying rat's arse what that man thinks at this point in time! Also, he can't forbid me from going, he's not my father or my guardian. He's my headmaster and well, I'm not at school right now, am I? I'm going, whether you like it or not. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get my stuff." With that Harry grabbed his supply list and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving behind a wide-eyed Mrs. Weasley, three very stunned Gryffindors and a chuckling Slytherin.
A few minutes later, Draco stood and picked up his supply list, "Well…I'm off to get ready," He said as he turned toward the door.
Mrs. Weasley snapped her attention to the blonde, shaking off a bit of her shock at Harry's outburst. "Ready? Ready for what?" She questioned looking quite confused.
Draco smirked at her before heading out the door, his reply drifting over his shoulder as he left the room, "Why, to go to Diagon Alley and Muggle London, of course."
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Well, what did you guys think? I wrote this in several sittings instead of just one like normal, so if things don't quite flow right, that's why. Also, if you notice any mistakes please let me know so that I can fix them.
Anywho, please, please, please, please, please leave a review! I really wanna know what you guys think. If I don't get feedback then I think that no one likes it and if I think that no one likes it then I get depressed don't feel like writing and if I don't feel like writing then I have nothing to post and if I have nothing to post then there aren't any updates! So, pleeeeaaasssse leave a review, pretty, pretty please!!!!! See, I'm even begging here!
Also, if anyone cares, this chapter was 1,650 words long.
Until Next Time,
Kyra