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Chapter three Harry's Pov

Finally before I knew it was Halloween. There was going to be a great feast in the hall but I didn't fancy going. Everyone else would be there and would laugh at me who would of course be sat by myself. I was unsure about why I didn't tell anyone. I could have. I guess my stupid pride got in the way. George kept asking me whether I was okay, but I just told him I was, every time. I wasn't though. I hated living at Hogwarts, and if it wasn't for the rare time I spent with George, Lee and Fred, I would have left, and if I had anywhere to go.

" I bet Potters parents would be glad they are dead if they could see him now." Malfoy said clearly walking past me on the way to transfiguration after charms on Halloween.

I couldn't take it anymore and I retreated to a cubicle of the boys bathrooms. I slid in and brought out my glass that I had taken to carrying around with me. I cut twice before sliding down to the floor. Was that true? Would my parents hate me? I could see why if they did. I was a disappointment. I had no friends nor any particular talents. I hadn't stuck up for myself, and I should have.

I lay back against the wall of the cubicle tears running down my face. I hated school. No one spoke to me and no one liked me. There was no point even trying any more. I heard the bell go, letting us know it was the end of transfiguration, and I was surprised I had been in this cubicle for a whole hour. I had potions, but I couldn't bring myself to go. I just lay back against the cubicles wooden wall again.

Georges Pov

" Where's Harry?" I asked Ron.

" Why would I know where the freak is?" He asked.

" Why are you calling him a freak?" Fred asked.

" Why aren't you?" He replied.

" Because he isn't a freak."

" He is didn't you notice he has no friends?"

" What?" Fred and I asked sharply in unison.

" Only that guy that works on the grounds what's his name?"

" Hagrid." Lee said.

" That's the one."

" So he what hangs out by himself?" Fred asked in disbelief.

" Yep, I mean just because he is famous doesn't mean that he gets to miss out on the first days of classes." Ron remarked snidely.

" Yeah and if you knew better you would know he was in the hospital wing unconscious."

" Yeah bet he was."

" Of course he was as was George."

" Humph." Ron snorted before turning away.

" I feel awful I should have spoken to him more." I said.

" It's okay George we will speak to him."

" Seamus do you know where Harry is?" I asked.

" He was crying last I heard Malfoy said something about his parents."

" What was it exactly?" Fred asked.

" I don't know something about them being disappointed in him. I mean come on he has no talents and no friends, why would they want someone like that." Seamus said before turning away.

Lee was watching horrified and shocked. I was fuming myself. How dare anyone say that to anyone? How dare anyone say it to my Harry. Fury boiled in the pit of my stomach and I wanted to make all those who hurt my Harry hurt themselves. Why were they belittling him? What had he ever done to them? I knew the answer to that. Nothing. Harry didn't pick fights with people

" We need to find him." I said.

Just then however Quirrell burst in screaming about a troll that was found in the dungeons. Fred, Lee and I all cast each other worried looks. Had the troll got any chance of getting to Harry? Percy was leading us all out of the hall but we managed to slip away. Percy wasn't particularly paying attention to us, mainly focusing on the first years, and even then not noticing he was missing one of them.

We started to run towards the bathroom at a frantic speed when Lee pulled us behind a statue as Snape came hurrying round the corner. Where on earth was he going? Shouldn't he be going to the dungeons with the other teachers? However my thoughts were interrupted when I felt dull pain in the back of my head and I knew as it wasn't Fred it had to be, Harry.

Harry's Pov

I heard a grunt and was startled out of my state. What on earth was going on? I peered around the edge of the cubicle and I froze in horror, when I saw it. It was a massive troll. It had crooked teeth and a large nose. Its skin had a greenish tinge, and had a massive thick club in its hands. I had no time to do anything, I felt something smash at my head with terrific speed even if the aim was a bit sloppy. I had no chance to duck or move before it smashed against my skull with a sickening crack.

"Oh no." I thought to myself before everything went black.

I didn't want anyone to find out about my wrists, but I knew that if I ended up in the hospital wing, there more than likely would be seen. I didn't want them to be. I didn't want anyone to know.

Georges Pov

" HARRY!" I shouted.

Fred and Lee started and stared at me worriedly, and I wondered how I was going to explain this, but I knew Lee would understand because of Katie.

" What?" Fred asked worriedly.

" I don't know I just felt a dull pain in the back of my head and if it isn't me or you its..."

" Harry." Lee finished.

" Yes."

Lee knew how I felt as he had found his soul mate a while back in our second year. His soul mate was Katie Bell who was a year younger than us. They had met by bumping into each other in the corridor, and had been mesmerised and the castle had let Dumbledore know that there were some soul mates in the school and he had called them to his office to explain. She was also on the Quidditch team with us. He had found out about Harry and I when Fred told him as he had been curious as to where I had disappeared to for four days.

" We need to hurry." Fred said.

We ran to the bathrooms as fast as we could possibly run and there was Harry. He was laid down getting repeatedly hit by a massive troll that stunk to high heaven. I nearly gagged at its stench but at that moment I was busy making sure Harry was Okay. Blood was leaking out of the side of his head and his face was puffy and swollen. I screamed, accidently alerting the troll to our presence. It turned on us with a glint in its eyes.

" Harry?" I asked collapsing on my knees next to him, trying to stem the flow from his head without moving him too much and harming any further. I don't even know why I bothered calling his name, as it was obvious that he was unconscious. His arm was bent at a funny angle and he was dreadfully pale and panic rose up in me like a volcano about to erupt.

" LEE GO GET A TEACHER!" I yelled, I hadn't meant to yell, but that was how it had come out.

Normally we would have battled the troll ourselves and hopefully won against it, but this time we couldn't. If we did that Harry could end up dead from his wounds which were pretty serious. We had the game of quidditch the day before so I knew Harry wouldn't miss it and the next game wasn't until after Christmas. We had played a fairly normal game, Dumbledore had wanted to call the first game off as Quirrell was visiting London, but McGonagall and all the other teachers over rode him, and he couldn't do it if everyone else disagreed.

Lee ran off and Fred and I blocked Harry from the troll. We managed to distract the troll from Harry's bleeding figure and make it stare at the far wall where we had thrown objects. We managed to pick up Harry's limp figure and carry it from the bathroom and lock the troll in where it caused havoc and roared with all its might. We made sure to be really careful with Harry, as we laid him against the wall opposite the bathroom. Both of us were listening intently for the footsteps of the teachers and Lee as well as breathing heavily from nerves.

I bent down beside Harry trying to stem the blood flow pouring from his head. He was frighteningly pale and his pulse rate was weak. I held the hand on the normal arm tightly, pleading with any God or deity that was listening that Harry would survive. I could feel my heart beating against my chest, as if it was trying to escape. Either out of my chest or up into my throat.

" Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin." I muttered to myself. His raven hair was now drenched in blood. His breathing was growing shallower and shallower as we waited for the teachers to arrive.

Just then the teachers rushed around the corner and gasped at the sight. McGonagall rushed over looking frantic and Snape even looked pale. Professor Flitwick looked terribly worried and I felt as if I was going to pass out. Fred and Lee stood at the side as the teachers tried to get me to leave Harry's side so they could see him better. I understood they needed to get to him, but my first instinct was to not move anywhere away from him.

" We need to get him to the hospital wing. Fast!" McGonagall exclaimed.

She picked him up and frowned. What was she frowning at?

" Now I believe it is time for you to go back to your dormitories."

" I'm staying." I said.

" Mr Weasley..."

" George can stay." Dumbledore said.

" But Professor Dumbledore...!"

" It will help him get better trust me Minerva. Now Mr Jordan, Mr Weasley I think we need to speak with the rest of the houses. Now if you can follow me and tell you what you know." He said.

" Yes sir." We replied.

" Good, now can you please follow me."

We all went off in the opposite direction to Fred, Lee and Dumbledore, and I knew that he would want to know what had happened here. Why had Harry been in that bathroom in the first place.

Fred's Pov

" So that's what we were told happened." I explained.

" So Mr Potter has no friends?"

" Well except us and Hagrid."

" What about young Ronald I believe they talked at the feast and sat on the train together?"

" They did Sir however Ron thought that Harry just skived off his first couple of days."

" Did no one explain to them?" He asked.

" Well we were unsure whether or not we were allowed sir."

" Yes I believe now is the right time to reveal it to the Gryffindors, however Mr Weasley I want to ask you how you think your twin would react to this?"

" I think he would be fine with it sir." I said truthfully.

" Very well."

We walked into the common room where everyone was sat. Hardly any of them noticed as we came in. They hadn't even realised we were missing, but the few that had noticed thought we had done something really serious and that was why Dumbledore was here.

" Attention." Dumbledore called.

Everyone gasped. Dumbledore never came to a common room unless it was tremendously important as normally it would be the heads of houses. They knew that something big had happened, by his presence here. He called for attention once more as people had begun muttering to themselves.

" Now I am afraid Mr Potter is in the hospital wing and it is unknown whether he will recover." Dumbledore announced.

A lot of the first years burst out laughing and I wanted to beat them to a pulp how dare they make fun of the guy who in about ten years time would be my brother-in-law. I felt fury erupt in my stomach, the fury that only one sibling could feel for another.

" Why the hell are you laughing?" The head boy asked confused.

" Everyone knows Potters a freak I mean have you seen his muggle clothing and how he skipped the first four days of classes." Ron called.

" A week of detention Mr Weasley." Dumbledore said.

" What for?" He asked.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at him, as if asking was he really that stupid to not know. I had to agree with Dumbledore.

" Now I have heard lately rumours have been going around causing Mr Potter to be bullied about many things." He said.

" Yes." Seamus called as if boasting.

" That is not the way we treat other pupils at this school. On the first day of the school year Mr Potter discovered his soul mate. For the bond to be complete he had to witness his soul mates life and vice versa causing them to be unconscious."

I realised that while most of the boys in Harry's dorm bullied him, Neville didn't. The thing is Neville didn't stick up for Harry either. He was too afraid of the other boys in his dorm, but I knew that when he was brave enough to speak to Harry, then Harry would forgive him. It was the impression that Harry gave off. He could forgive those who had not been hurting him so badly.

" You mean its George?" Percy asked.

" Indeed."

" Queers." Ron called.

" Two months detention Mr Weasley with Professor Snape and fifty points from Gryffindor." Dumbledore called.

" That's not fair." He called.

" Mr Weasley you do not belittle other students. I have heard rumours stating that you and the rest of the first year Gryffindors have been causing Harry lots of pain."

" He deserved it." Neville called.

" Mr Weasley you have loving parents I believe?" Dumbledore stated and I worked out where he was going with this yet I had a feeling Harry wouldn't like it.

" Yes." He answered.

" What would you do if you didn't?" He asked.

" Everyone has loving parents or guardians." Ron answered.

" No Mr Weasley some people don't."

" Who?"

" Mr Potter is at the moment an orphan with no guardians. His guardians didn't want him and what do you reckon might happen to a child that is never given hugs or love from their carers?"

" They will find it hard to love others and make friends." He answered hesitantly.

" Right and if your guardians hated you and didn't want you there what might happen?"

" You mean they... hurt him." He whispered.

Nobody else in the common room seemed to hear this, understanding that Dumbledore was talking to Ron here not to the rest of us, but Lee and I could hear. Lee knew Harry had been abused. George had told him.

" Indeed Mr Weasley."

Dumbledore was about to continue but just then a patronus flew through the portrait hole.

" Professor signs of self harm and depression. Concussion and broken bones." Rang through the room and everyone was thinking the same thing. Self harm? Had Harry found it too hard to cope that he had taken to physically harming himself. Had we all been that dense that none of us had noticed.

" Now I need to go and check on Mr Potter however a word of warning. If Mr Potter would to have killed himself by self harming and he had thought most of the school hated him how would you have felt. That could have easily happened. Now if I hear of anyone belittling Mr Potter, Mr George Weasley or anyone else for that matter you will have me to speak to and getting suspended will be the least of your worries." He said before leaving.

People rushed over to me to apologise for belittling Harry. I hated them. Or at least most of them. They only felt shame because of what Dumbledore had told them if it had been anything else they wouldn't have cared. Maybe they would have if McGonagall had said it, but apart from that they wouldn't have bothered,

" STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! YOU ALL MAKE ME SICK! YOU BELITTLE ONE PERSON AND WHY? BECAUSE HES DIFFERENT! YEAH YOU MIGHT HAVE NOT CONTRIBUTED TO THE BULLYING BUT YOU IGNORED IT. YOU DIDN'T BAT AN EYELID TO HELP HIM. NOW ONE OF MY FRIENDS COULD BE DYING AND ITS YOUR FAULT! SOME OF YOU ARE HEAD BOY OR GIRL OR PREFECTS ISN'T IT YOUR JOB TO LOOK OUT FOR THE YOUNGER YEARS? TO MAKE SURE THEY ARE HAPPY? TO MAKE SURE THEY FEEL SAFE HERE? NONE OF YOU CAN DO YOUR JOBS!" I screamed before storming off.

Lee followed me after glaring at the quiet and shocked common room. Hardly any of them had heard me scream before. We were meant to be the happy-go-lucky Weasley twins who were always joking and laughing and playing pranks. Never had most of them seen us or one of us go off on one like that. But is they hurt someone close to us, they would be seeing that side of us more often. Especially from George when it involved Harry.