All Harry potter characters and so forth belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers unfortunately I am neither and never will be.
Might use some content from the books, any content you recognise doesn't nor will ever belong to me.
All warnings are at the beginning of the story and to be used throughout.
Let's get this show on the road.
The week ended up passing Harry in a blur. He would stay up every night with the gang, then get back to his room on time to get his daily prophet. He would flick through the pages looking for anything about Voldemort. Then end up ripping it up, when there was nothing. He would go downstairs and do breakfast. Then start his chores whilst the Dursleys were eating. Luckily he didn't have as many chores these days, so he was usually finished by lunch. He had his godfather to thank for that.
He would then go down to the shop, taking his invisibility cloak with him. Using his invisibility cloak to knick fags and alcohol. Then he would sit down at the park and smoke a fag. Swinging on his favourite swing. During this time his mind would just keep on going over Voldemort, seeing him rise out of the ashes. Almost as if Voldemort was a demon rising from the dead.
Then Cedric who's dead form would never leave Harry's mind. Cedric would say stuff to Harry, like the fact Harry was the one who was supposed to die. He would ask Harry how many people had to die for him. He would tell him the boy who lived or do you mean the boy who murdered. These were the worst, he could never get those cold dead eyes to leave him. Those eyes which use to hold so much joy and emotion. Just cold and dead to his mind. He would then look in the bins scouring for newspapers, anything that could hold a connection with Voldemort. He felt so alone.
Then he would get back under his invisibility cloak and go to Dudley's gang's, so called hideout. It was really just a small den in the bushes by the bridge. He would knick some drugs and see what Dudley has been up to recently. He would sneak upstairs and try getting sleep. However his dreams usually seemed to be about some weird corridor. He preferred these dreams to the graveyard dreams. So he tried to focus on these dreams instead. He would then be woken up by Petunias screech for him to make dinner. Normally waking him before he had nightmares.
He would make dinner then go upstairs for a fag. Vernon would usually make a remark about Harry starving himself. But Harry didn't care. Then he would try to do some homework, but it was usually then that his comedown would hit. He would try to sneakily listen to the 10 o'clock news downstairs. The Dursleys however made that as difficult as possible. He would then go up to bed when Dudley came in, not wanting to see Dudley whilst he was on a comedown.
Then he would enjoy a spliff out of the window, until he heard snores from the Dursleys bedroom. He would then take his drugs and alcohol to Jake, Kane and Dani. Harry would spend the whole night experimenting with all the different Drugs. Whilst learning how you take them. Then repeat. That's how it had been all week.
However when Harry got down to Jake's front garden that day, he noticed they weren't in their usual spot on the bench. Seeing the front door wide open Harry knocked on it. He was soon asked to come in by Jake's mum. Harry had yet to meet Jake's mum, but on first sight she seemed really lovely and welcoming. He introduced himself as Hazza and felt really good when she said she had heard lots of good things about him.
He was pretty sure she had heard the story of him falling out his bedroom window. As she had an amused look and kept looking at his bruised cheek. He was told that they were all in the back garden, because they were arguing and didn't want to wake up the neighbors. Harry was a bit shocked at that, they were usually the ones trying to wake the neighbors. By chucking glass bottles at windows and setting off car alarms and generally being loud. Before long Dani came in and told Harry and Jake's mum that her and Jake had broken up. Apparently he had cheated on her. Harry decided to go out to the front garden with her. He knew she didn't have a very stable life and this was a big blow for her. He was just about to comfort her when he noticed something rather odd.
Over at Mrs Figg's house was what looked like Snape over at her doorstep. He decided to lean over and take a closer look indeed it was. It was then that the penny dropped, no way Dumbledore had people spying on him. How dare he. Noticing that he was angry Dani asked what was up. Harry explained that the Headmaster from his school had sent teachers to spy on him. She found this rather odd so Harry decided he would have to tell the gang what he done. Dread filled him, he almost felt as if he had been exposed to dementors.
He decided to go inside the house not wanting to be spied on, he told the gang that he accidental killed a classmate and they were obviously checking on him. He knew they weren't checking him for that reason, but it weren't far from the truth. To Harry's horror Kane and Jake said they understood.
Kane explained that one time he was angry and he couldn't get drugs, so went over the top with his knife and killed someone at a barn party. Jake said he accidentally ran someone over when he went on a joyride, without knowing how to drive. Harry was shocked, but felt a bit better about himself.
They all decided to go all out that night, Harry really wanted to forget everything. They done everything using up all their supply. Harry had a great laugh with them, until the others ended up passed out. Harry decided to use up the last of the weed and light himself a bong. After that he would force the gang to wake up. However it was only as Harry was doing his bong, that he realised something weird.
There was a certain part of the kitchen, in the corner, where the smoke wasn't going. Then it struck Harry, anger filled his whole being. Dumbledore had sent spies on him. Jakes front door was always wide open. He saw Snape at Mrs Figg's, actually that was very odd itself. What did Mrs Figg have to do with Dumbledore. That didn't change the fact however, that Snape was invisible and in this very room.
He had watched Harry inject himself, do pills, drink vodka and smoke all manners of substances. He now knew he was in trouble, big trouble. Even wizards must know what drugs were. Noticing all the others were passed out he supposed it was probably best if he went home. He didn't fancy Snape revealing himself and giving Harry a lecture. Heck he was too fucked to even think or see straight. However fucked he was though, he could figure out Snape was invisible, in this very room and he was in a lot of trouble.
He stumbled out the house, almost breaking the TV on his way out. It took him a good ten minutes to climb onto his window. He almost fell out around five times. As he was in bed, Harry supposed that at least he would hear something from the wizarding world now. Not even Ron and Hermione had sent him an owl. Harry realised it was only four and he might as well try to sleep.