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Harry POV:
"That's impossible," Ron claims, shoveling soup in his mouth at an insane rate. "No way did Snape kill a second year."
We are sitting in the great hall, eating lunch. We are halfway through our second day, and I'm enjoying myself so much. I'm still getting used to the rules here, I am still shy about talking to people and eating as much as I would like, but my new friends Ron and Hermione have been a big help. Ron's loud and often obnoxious, but he's loyal and funny and the perfect fit for me. Hermione is the voice of reason, and makes sure we make it to class on time. We're the perfect trio.
Fred and George are sitting with us, telling us stories of all the professors and about Hogwarts years ago. I can't tell what is true and what isn't with these guys.
"Yes he did Ronnykins", Fred says with a smirk.
"Right in his classroom", George adds, looking a little too serious.
Ron looks scared, while Hermione looks annoyed.
"There's no way", she begins, "He wouldn't still be allowed to teach here. In fact, wouldn't he be in that wizard prison? I've read about it in a book I borrowed from the library."
"The library?" Ron looks bewildered. "Hermione we've been here two days."
Hermione just shakes her head. "I'm a fast reader, and besides, it was interesting."
This leads Fred and George into an exaggerated story about a place called Azkaban, claiming they've been thrown in multiple times for one thing or another. I never can tell if they're being serious.
I drown them out and start thinking about what they told us earlier. About Snape.
He acted so hostile towards me today and I have no idea why. I'm certain i've never met him before, so I can't imagine why he would dislike me already. But then I think back my years with the Dursleys. They didn't like me either. Maybe i'm just dislikable. But the other professors have been nice enough, and no one, except a lousy slytherin as seemed to hate me. I continue on with these thought until i'm pulled out of my head by Hermione.
"Come on, Harry, we've got flying next, and we mustn't be late to our first lesson."
I get up to leave with them, when Fred and George stop me.
"Harry, you have barely touched your food." George says to me, quietly enough so Ron and Hermione don't hear.
I see a touch of concern on both their faces at George's words, but shake it away.
I DID eat. In fact I ate enough to make me feel very full. Due to the lack of food at the Dursleys, my stomach has shrunk, and I only have to eat a few bites before I start to feel sick. I can't tell them this, of course.
"Oh yeah", I say offhandedly, trying to look indifferent. "I'm not very hungry right now, but I bet i''l be starving for dinner." I force out a chuckle.
The twins get this look on their face, similar to Ron's earlier, and I know I haven't fooled them.
"Okay", Fred drawls out. He and George look at each other for a minute and have a silent conversation with their eyes.
But then they seem just as jolly and happy as ever.
"Well my young children, enjoy the rest of your classes," and with that, the twins make a dramatic exit, and we hear them telling jokes and laughing all the way down the hall.
Ron just rolls his eyes. "Lunatics, those two, I'm telling you."
I feel a little unnerved at their words, but I shake it off. They don't care, they were probably just wondering why I would be ungrateful and waste all this wonderful food.
The twins are the two people I feel most comfortable with, aside from Ron and Hermione, and it's only my second day. They always joke and make fun of Ron, but I can tell they care about him. Ron just seems constantly annoyed by them, and for some reason it makes me upset. What I would give to have two people who care about me. Two brothers who would help me and joke with me.
I shake it off and join Ron and Hermione as we make our way outside for flying.
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I'm currently standing outside Professor Quirrell's room with Professor McGonagall. She is asking for a student named Woods to come outside.
I don't know who Woods is, but I know i'm in a lot of trouble.
I just couldn't help it. That Malfoy boy is so mean, and I couldn't let him get away with stealing Neville's remembrall. He thinks that just because he rich and has wizard parents that he can do whatever he wants. I hate people like him, they remind me of Dudley.
Anyway I just wanted the remembrall back, and being on the broom felt so natural, like second nature. I didn't think twice about going after it.
On one side, I wish I had listened to Hermione. I can't be expelled. I've been here two days and feel more at home than I ever did with the Dursleys. If they send me back i'll run away.
But on the other hand, it felt good to stick up to Malfoy. The surprised look on his face almost made up for the trouble i'm about to get in. Almost.
I wonder if Woods is like a code name for a stick or something. I know I deserve some sort of beating, but I had a fleeting thought that Hogwarts didn't do that. But, I know I must accept responsibilities for my actions. If there was one thing I learned from the Dursleys, its to take my punishment silently and without tears.
I am prepared to do the same with whatever "Woods" is, but I am very surprised to see a young man come out at McGonagall's request. He looks to be a bit older than me, but can't be more than 16 years old.
"Professor", he nods in greeting at Professor McGonagall, and then turns to me with an inquiring look on his face.
"Woods," McGonagall begins, she looks very excited for some reason, "I have found you a seeker."
Wood's eyebrows shoot up and I am more confused than ever.
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That night I am the only one awake in my room. I can't help but go over everything that happened today. My body aches from old bruises and being on the broom today and engaging in that much physical activity has tired me out. I open the bandage I have so expertly put over the worst cut on my stomach and find it to be infected. I don't know what to do. I don't have any supplies here, and am almost running out of bandages. I can't tell anyone because then they'll ask how it happened, and that's something i'm not ready to tell people. I can't tell people. It was the Dursley's first rule, and I can't imagine what they would do if they found out. I decide to try and find some old paper or cloth that I can use to rewrap the cut until I can figure out what to do with it.
I quietly make my way out of my room and down the stairs to the common room. It is late, so no one is up.
I look around for awhile, but find nothing. My stomach is really hurting and i'm exhausted, but I know I can't go to bed with this open, festering wound, because it would get all over my bed sheets and I would probably get in more trouble.
I quietly open the door to the hallway, and shut it slowly.
Maybe, I think, I will just try and find something in a classroom, or perhaps the library. There has to be something I can use.
"Where are you going, mister," The fat lady says as I shut the door.
She takes one look at me holding my side and a frown forms on her face.
"You should probably get that looked at," she starts, "It doesn't look good."
"Thanks," I mumble, "I didn't notice."
She just looks at me with sad eyes before drifting back to sleep.
Blood and pus are slowly making their way out of the cut on my side and I wander through the hallways, in search of something I can use. I tried toilet paper, but it was no good.
Finally, I am about to give up and spend another sleepless night trying to clean it up with my old shirts, but movement catches my eye.
"Ahh, Mr. Potter," I hear, and turn around slowly.
Professor Snape stands there, wand giving off a source of light. He has a glint in his eye, as if he was waiting for something like this to happen.
He smirks, "What do you think you are doing?"
OKAYYYY so yeah. There is this. Anyway some action is coming up but be prepared for greasy git snape because he can't be all caring or loving or yada yada right off the bacK. But for real I love Fred and George so get ready for a lot of them because they rock amirite. Please leave me some comments on ideas or other things you want to see in the story, or just tell me what you like or didn't. Anyway I'll get the next chapter up soonish. ILYALL - mack