one year since my lifesaver decided to block me
felt the need to publish a chapter so i can express my emotions somehow
HELP THAT SOUNDS SO DUMB
gna kms tbh tho
~no pov
When Harry got home that night, he didn't have to worry about making an excuse for the blood pouring down his arm. His uncle made a pretty mess for him, and just ignored the red thinking it was his own doing.
Harry went upstairs, grieving and sore. And bleeding.
But luckily, his own extensive first-aid kept the wounds uninfected and treated- as much as a fifteen year-old could.
Falling asleep with a dead arm, he cried.
why me?
"Alright, Harry?" Ron asked the dead-looking boy as he walked into form the following Monday.
"Peachy." Harry smiled, devoid of any emotion, and rested his head against the desk. He had double science, and wanted to avoid any more detentions for sleeping. So, despite his form tutor being his second biggest hater, he slept for twenty-five minutes.
"I can't wait for science today. It's a practical." Hermione smiled as they walked to the blasted lesson.
Harry groaned. Practicals were better than theory lessons, but it's still science. "Hermione, did you ever get laid. Because this attitude is terrible."
"I did, actually. I've got a boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?" Ron caught up with the two once he heard that.
"You've had sex?" Harry asked. "No way I'm the only virgin here."
"Yeah, multiple times." Hermione grinned. "So fuck you two. Lame virgin and single ginger."
He hit the smart-aleck for that.
i have my reasons to not sleep with someone. no one would get it, and i'd never tell them why.
"I fucking hate you guys." Harry sulked and walked ahead of them to take a quick toilet break. He constantly felt like drawing. Usually, he could go a while without it.
"You good, mate?"
"Go to lesson man, I need to take a piss."
"Someone's crabby."
Harry sat on a closed toilet lid, and pulled out a small piece of silver, stolen from the party-guy's house. He had to be careful with this one. Only so much first-aid could fit in his bag.
The bell rang, and Harry realised he needed an excuse, because Snape was a pisstake when it came to lates. Even if you're a second late, the man would give you a detention. If you're lucky, it would be at lunch.
Harry, the sometimes-genius, in his rare moments, made a "paper-cut" and walked over to medical after wrapping up his arm.
"Madame Pomfrey?" He asked after knocking on the door. She was another one of those old-school teachers who liked fancy titles.
"Yes... Harry?" She rolled her eyes. "What have you done now? Another sports injury? You should really be more careful."
"I quit sports ages ago." He sighed.
"PE? You're always coming with a request for ice." She shook her head. "Sometimes I wonder if these injuries aren't just sports-related."
"What?"
Harry almost had a heart attack right there and then. Did she figure out his dirty little secret?
"Come on now, the fights? It's not a secret that you're prone to bullying."
should i be offended?
"I just need a small plaster.." Harry frowned. Did he scream 'pick on me I'm an easy target' or something? Is that what she meant?
"Alright." She brought one over. "Do you need a late note?"
"Yes please. It's Snape."
"Oh, dearie me. Better sign this one properly then." Madame Pomfrey joked. "Lord knows why that man has such a grudge against you."
She actually had a feeling she knew why, but it wasn't her place to say.
"Enjoy science!" She called as Harry walked away.
"Late. Detention, Friday. Sit down." Snape shouted as Harry walked into the classroom.
"Sir, I-"
"Don't care. Sit."
Harry huffed and forced the note into his hands before sitting next to the blasted ferret. When a photo of Malfoy and a ferret side-by-side went round, Harry got the blame. Rumour was that a crazy teacher actually made it.
That crazy teacher loved Harry, so naturally, Malfoy blamed Harry. And only him.
"You can begin the practical. Draco, explain to the insolent time-waster." Snape ordered.
Harry wondered how much trouble he would get in if threw a beaker at his science teacher's head. Would he get an isolation, suspension, maybe worse?
only one way to find out-
"Potter." Malfoy punched the brunet in the arm as hard as he possibly could.
He jumped back and held his arm. He was about to get a vivid flashback of the first time Vernon ever hit him, until Malfoy hit him again to get his attention, again.
"What the fuck?"
"You weren't listening. Sit."
Reluctantly, Harry sit down, moving his chair as far from Malfoy as he could. No normal human being enjoyed being hit, especially Harry.
"Stop being so dramatic."
i'm not being dramatic you stupid barbie wannabe with that stupid flawless skin and ridiculously bright blond hair and mercury eyes you absolute cunt dont ever touch me again ill literally rip out your goldilocks ripoff wig-
"Right, I don't care anymore, I'm going to break your fucking nose."
"Sorry." Harry put his hands up in defence. "Sorry."
"Let's start. Don't do anything or I'll tear out every strand of your ridiculous, knotted hair and put it on a Build-A-Bear to give to your cousin."
Dudley's friends were friends with Malfoy because of Crabbe and Goyle. Abusive assholes love abusive assholes.
jokes on you, my hair's falling out so you won't need to tear it off.
Harry frowned at that. Despite it being a mess, he loved his hair. He was going to steal some hair regrowth products soon and hope for the best. He did not want to become a GI Jane cosplayer.
Crabbe walked past the brunet and tripped him up, making Harry fall into Malfoy, spilling the acids all over the floor, and his own hands.
Harry hissed as the hydrochloric acid came into contact with his skin, and his self-inflicted "papercut". It burnt so bad, and somehow, he liked it.
"Potter!" Both Snape and Malfoy yelled.
it wasn't my fault. someone tripped me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't-" Harry hissed again, because this time the burns became painful. He was no longer enjoying it.
Hermione rushed over to her best friend and dragged him by the arm over to a sink. Cold water ran over his hands, giving him a temporary relief.
She grabbed the first aid and got out gauze to wrap up his hands after. "Wait a few minutes and let the cold water help. Don't move a fucking muscle or I'll pour a whole bottle on you."
Terrified, and in pain, Harry listened and waited, before later getting his hands wrapped up.
i want to try again. im so fed up.
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take my hoodie ✓
Fanfiction"keep it. keep the hoodie." "i can't-" "or i'll follow you home and wait outside until you take it." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ harry potter has been struggling for his entire life. he's gone through a lot for someone so young. and he doesn't te...
