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five | fine

j saying in future chapters i literally vent in half of them

going into 2023 without my lifesaver

i think i'll be okay without her

happy new year my loves

~no pov

Harry, sore from the beating he graciously accepted, took a full minute to climb upstairs. By climb, I mean quite literally crawl. Once he stood up at the top of the stairs, he almost blacked out. He felt like he was going to empty his guts out.

Instead of curling up into a ball and dying right there, which he would much rather have done, he sucked it up, and walked to his room, biting down on his lip until it bled to avoid crying out in pain.

Being used to it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"OI FREAK."

Yet another lovely nickname that was not his birthname.

"HAVE FUN WALKING."

Every first day, Dudley would leave Harry at home to walk, whilst his older friend drove him to school. Harry was sure this was some shady, drug-dealing friend, but he didn't care.

In primary it was okay; the walk was about five-ten minutes long and not too tiring. However to secondary, it would be about forty-five, maybe fifty minutes walk and incredibly tiring, especially after getting beat.

His head ached after it had a rather short and sudden conversation with the wallpaper. His entire torso was surely bruised and even a single movement hurt like a bitch. Despite him abiding his uncles wish and going upstairs after he was told, Vernon still decided to step on Harry's left leg and right arm as he went upstairs.

A great day to be right handed.

Every move Harry made walking was absolute pain. When he left, school was to start in thirty minutes. Form time would end twenty-five minutes after. First period started in an hour.

Harry was naturally a fast walker, perks of being bullied by his own cousin and his friends "for fun". Despite that, his body was shutting down on him and not only because of his uncle.

He was sure to get to school about an hour late. There was the risk of getting a ride with his friends, but they were sure to ask questions. He could ask a stranger for a lift- how bad would being kidnapped be compared to his current living situation?

Harry sighed and picked up the pace, ignoring his limbs screaming at him. In an attempt to get to school quicker, he took a shortcut through the dodgier part of his city.

He could've sworn he heard someone scream, but he ignored that as he did with his own body's rough reminders that he needed a break.

Harry got to school at five past nine. He left at eight. First period started at nine. He was screwed. His form tutor hated him and his head of year had been getting fed up of his constant absences and lateness. She was sure to stop being so kind eventually.

His first lesson was chemistry, with Professor Snape. He had a rather peculiar name and was hell-bent on being called professor. A few other old-school teachers went by professor too. No one knew why.

The moment Harry set foot in Hogwarts, a strange name for a school but a well-rated one nonetheless, Snape instantly had a problem with the boy.

No one knew why, but everyone saw it. The "dungeon-like" teacher with a soft spot only for students in his own house did not try to hide his obvious hatred towards the Boy Who Lived.

Speaking of, in secondary people started to not believe Dudley's rumours about Harry. In fact, they were intrigued. That was, until, Harry picked a fight with an obvious bully whilst defending his new friend. Suddenly, Harry's popularity disappeared.

He walked into his chemistry lesson quietly in an attempt to not be spotted by his number one hater. He was spotted.

"Fifteen minutes late to my lesson now, are we?" the tall man yelled, towering over the shorter boy.

"Respectfully, it was five, sir." Harry replied, trying to be polite.

"Talking back as well? That's a detention after school and fifteen points from Gryffindor." he turned away, his rather long coat swaying behind him.

"But sir, it's only the first day." Harry pleaded. His house was sick of him losing points and, if they could, they would've kicked him out. He could be the divergent of Hogwarts.

Gyrifflepufferinclaw.

"Twenty."

Harry groaned loudly and sat at the back next to a random boy. He didn't want to attract any attention to his awful state.

Once Snape had turned and began to teach something that Harry absolutely did not understand, his friends turned around to talk to him.

"Blimey Harry, you've been here for less than five minutes and already have a detention and gotten us to minus twenty house points." his redhead friend whispered.

"Why were you late?" the brunette asked.

"Sorry Ron, Mione. Dudley left without me. You know how he is." He half-smiled.

"Are you okay Harry?" Hermione looked at him with a worried glance. She always knew when something was up, yet she never found out what. Harry was incredibly secretive.

"I'm fine." He smiled. To his friends, it looked sincere. Masking his emotions was one of his biggest flexes- not that he flexed it to anyone.

"You sure?" Ron asked.

just double-checking out of friendliness. they wouldn't check a third time. maybe the day they do, i'll be honest.

"I'm fine."

"Cool. How was your summer Mione?" He turned around and began talking to Hermione. Harry heard the entire conversation, so if he wanted to, he could've joined in.

He chose not to. Turning around, to him, was a sign they didn't need his input.

Bored and feeling left out, he pulled out his refurbished iPhone seven. He bought it about two years ago before the lockdown, needing some sort of portal to the world outside the Dursley's house.

In year seven, he'd convinced his "family" to let him have a phone in case of emergencies. He was given Dudley's second-hand, quite cracked iPhone five.

Harry eventually needed something better, so he worked his way into getting his own phone. Whenever he had free time, he would go and do chores for neighbours. Luckily, they were all rich and generous. Since Harry was incredibly polite, he managed to make more than he'd ask for every single time.

Of course, he never let the Dursley's know about this. They would either take his own, hard-earned money and break his phone, or sell it and keep the cash.

So, he began writing about life in his I Am Sober notes.

today started off as expected. absolute shit.