Here's the next chapter, Chapter Five! I am so pathetic. I finally got around to explaining why Harry acts the way his does. The Question of why he was named Harry will come up in two or three chapters. It's actuallly kind of interesting. So read and review.

On the subject of reading, I've started writing my own novel, The Split Side. If you want to read the first chapter, I'll post it on fanfiction. But only if I get a sutable number of reviewers who wish to read it.

Love, Keta.

Chapter 5: The Truth Hurts

Harry's POV

My eyes open just into tiny slits to an unfamiliar room. An arm thrown across my chest stops me from jerking up in fear. Instead it comforts me, drawing me closer to its owner, my cousin. "Draco," I murmur, shaking him awake."

"Uhh…" He opens his metallic pools, linking his gaze with mine. "Good morning, Harry."

"Good morning. We need to get up."

"But I don't want to."

"We still should. Classes start today."

"They do?" he questions, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I nod. "Crap. I don't wanna go to class."

I smirk. "Well I do!" I grab his hand and pull him from the bed as I stand. I disappear into my closet and pull on my school uniform: electric blue and forest green tights, a short black pleated skirt, a dark green vest over a white undershirt and black high heels. I grab my outer cloak and slip out of my door leaving Draco to get dressed on his own.

I walk up the steps from the dungeon; Kali clutched to my chest. I don't want to lose her like I did last night. She's my angel; I love her so much. If only my mama was around to help me keep track of her. "Isn't that right Kali? If Mama was still around, she'd make sure I'd never leave you."

I pad into the Dining Hall, glaring at those who throw me worried glances. I'm not strange; I'm just different. I can't help what happens to me. And they better remember that, or I'll kill them. I scowl and sit down, cursing when I realize that my medication is still downstairs...

"Harry!" Draco comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. "Please don't leave your meds behind."

"I didn't mean to Dray," I murmur, feeling abashed.

"It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I'll never be mad at you."

"Why do I have to keep forgetting things? Why can't I be normal?"

"You are normal."

"I am not! You don't forget things! You don't freak out over the smallest things! You're normal!"

"So are you. Now, you need to eat so we can go to class. Can you do that for me, Harry?" he asks, squeezing me tighter.

"Uhh huh. Do I have to eat a bunch?"

"No, just some eggs and a piece of toast."

"Okay."

Under his watchful eye, I eat until he's pacified while Severus walks around handing out the schedules. "It's good to see you're eating, little one. Here's your schedule. Yours too, Draco." I peer down at our schedules, smiling when I see that my cousin and I share all of our classes.

Harry Lestrange

Year One

Monday

-Potions (first period)[1]

-Defense Against the Dark Arts (second period)[1]

Tuesday

-Charms (first period)[1]

Wednesday

-Potions (first period)[1]

-Herbology (second period)[1]

-Astronomy (midnight)[2]

Thursday

-Charms (first period)[2][1]

-Transfiguration (unknown)[2]

-Flying (3:30 pm)

Friday

-Double Potions (first, second period)

I bid my cousin goodbye and walk out of the hall without looking at anyone else.

Draco POV

I watch Harry walk out to make sure he makes it out okay. I know I worry a lot, but if I didn't, who would?

"Draco?"

I turn around to find Hermione and the twins looking at me with concern. "Yes?" Hermione looks ashamed, burning a bright red. But the twins are more to the point.

"What's wrong…"

"-with Harry?"

I scowl. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes!"

"He has an Anxiety Disorder on top of mild Narcolepsy. I need you to help me watch out for him. If he gets really scared, he'll pass out like a fainting goat or have a severe panic attack. Can you do that?"

"Yes." Hermione is the first to answer. The twins soon follow.

"Thanks, I didn't know what I was going to do this year."

"It's no problem." Fred smiles.

"We really like Harry," George responds.

"He's really cool." Hermione.

"Still thanks."