Jacob Black was sitting upright in front of the fire and tracing his fingers over the scar on his arm. Freak, it read. He reached behind him and put a tattered muggle book in his lap.
"The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank," he read aloud. He spent the night reading it over and over again.
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"Harry, how are you already up?" Ron asked as he walked into the common room, still half asleep.
Jacob looked up, "Hm? Were you talking to me?"
Hermione frowned but Ron was too tired to notice the fact that his voice was much deeper than it should be for a 12 year old boy.
"Well, duh! How many other Harry's do I know?" Ron replied sarcasm lacing his voice. Jacob just rolled his eyes.
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"Well, Mister Potter, if you can afford to fall asleep in my class, you must be a genius! In fact why don't you come up and answer this question?" Snape motioned towards the black board. Harry gulped, panic settled in. He stood up and froze.
Snape's P.O.V.
Potter stood up and froze. Okay, that's normal. His eyes glazed over and fluttered closed for just a second, before walking towards me and looking at the board. He tentatively picked up the piece of chalk and wrote his answer.
Wolfsbane
Correct, "Back to your seat then Potter."
Hermione's P.O.V.
Harry sat on the windowsill with his legs up against his chest. He was reading the Muggle book Hollow City for the millionth time this month. It's literally all he reads. Not to forget about Diary of a Young Girl.
"Harry?" I say. He doesn't respond. I walk over to him and sit down next to him. I wave my hand in front of his face. He snaps his head towards me.
"Oh, Hermione, hi!" his voice was too high. It wasn't a he.
"What's your name?" I whisper in her ear. She gasps before whispering back.
"Harry."
I roll my eyes, "Not the host's name. Your name. You have DID, don't you?"
"How did you know?"
"I'm not stupid you know. Anyway, name?"
"Oh, right. Sunflower Addams." she smiled at me.
"Well met, Sunflower. Who else is in your system?"
"Harry, Jacob, Deena, Rory and I!" Sunflower grinned. I smiled back before grabbing her wrist.
"Come on! We are going to the pine tree by the black lake!"
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Alters
FanfictionHarry Potter has been physically, emotionally and mentally abused for as long as he can remember. With the trauma that the Dursley's have caused him, Harry develops DID (dissociative identity disorder).