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eighteen | flashbacks

BRO EXACTLY A YEAR AGO I SOBBED OVER LOSING MY FAVOURITE PERSON

just unnecessarily talking ab my life cuz why not x

this chapters fr sad guys 

~no pov

Harry was lucky that it was only a minor burn. Within a week, his hand had healed. His left hand was more burnt than the right, but luckily he still got out of a weeks worth of writing in school.

He stayed home for a few days, finally getting a little bit of sympathy. It wasn't really sympathy, it was more 'wait till it heals, i'll beat the shit out of you'. 

Harry ignored it and took it as a win.

When he got back in school, after three days off, he found out that Malfoy was absolutely livid, as well as Snape. They both got in trouble for negligence as neither helped Harry.

Ron snitched, because pettiness and vengeance, why not? But also because his best friend deserved better than to be ignored whilst literally burning.

Crabbe and Goyle convinced Malfoy that Harry snitched on him and his family friend/teacher, so they were planning something.

Harry didn't know what, but he was afraid to walk alone for a while.

By the end of October, he thought the situation was blown off, and went back to going on walks in school whenever he felt like it. 

"Come on, Draco. It's just a dare." Goyle nudged the blond.

"You like it up the ass, it shouldn't be a big deal." Crabbe joked.

Malfoy looked the two up and down and considered punching them. However, they were both stronger than him, so he chose not to.

"I don't really-"

"He got you and Snape in trouble. Come on." Crabbe was pressuring the blond, and honestly it was fear that was convincing him.

Malfoy wasn't aware that Crabbe tripped up Harry, creating the mess in the first place. So, out of peer-pressure and fear, he agreed to the dare.

He didn't really want to, but a dare's a dare, right?

Harry walked into school on the first Thursday of November after being roughed up by both his uncle and cousin. He didn't mean to break the plate, Dudley pushed him.

It seemed like everyone just liked getting Harry into situations where he would get screwed over by the consequences. He thought life had it out for him most of the time.

By the end of the day, he had been thrown into detention with Snape after breaking a set of beakers. It wasn't his fault, Goyle tripped him up, like Crabbe did a month prior.

what did i do to deserve all of this shit?

Harry asked himself that as he walked through the eerie hallways of Hogwarts after his detention. He felt like he was being watched, and it scared him.

His anxiety was peaking, and felt like history was about to repeat itself.

"Hey, Potter." A low voice whispered in his ear, scaring the shit out of him.

Within seconds, he'd been pinned against the wall. "Malfoy, what the fuck?"

"Oh come on, Potter." He grinned. "Thought you liked it up the ass? You're a faggot, aren't you?" 

The Boy Who Lived, lived under a rock, and wasn't aware that Malfoy was out and proud. Meaning he could say that. But to Harry, he stressed and was insulted. And scared.