Changes and Secrets

Chapter 2 - Classes

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On the morning of November 27th, Harry woke up with a pounding headache. Last night had been the full moon, and Harry had finally managed to crawl into bed just two hours before everyone else had started waking up for classes. Ron grumbled about having Double Potions first thing on a Monday, and Harry resisted the urge to grasp his head and yell at everyone to stop talking. 

"Hey, mate, you getting up?" Ron asked. "Yeah...give me a minute." The green-eyed wizard replied in a tight voice. "Everything alright?" Ron's eyes sparkled with worry. "Yeah, everything's fine." Harry said, frantically searching through his pain-riddled brain for a decent excuse. "It's just the nightmares, you know." Harry cursed himself for his statement; Ron would tell Hermione, and then she would worry, and all the attention would make it harder to hide the symptoms left over from his lycan excursion. 

Ignoring Ron's concerned gaze, he waved him away. "I'll meet you at breakfast, ok? Everything's fine, honestly. It wasn't even one of those nightmares, just one like a normal person would have, ya know?" Ron snorted at this; both males found it quite funny to refer to other people as 'normal', because Harry was anything but. Ron didn't know how accurate the statement was, though. And it's going to stay that way. Harry thought firmly. "Alright, then. Do hurry, though. I don't want to spend all breakfast waiting on you and one of your half-hour showers, you hear?" Harry smiled and nodded. 

Once Ron had left, the dormitory was empty except for the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry peeled off his pajamas and inspected the scrapes and bumps on his body. Last night he had wrestled with another werewolf – perhaps it had been Lupin, perhaps someone else. Werewolf Harry hadn't really cared. It was an Omega who thought that he could just waltz onto Harry's territory like he owned it. The Alpha in Harry wasn't going to take that sitting down, and had challenged the lone wolf. The intruder had failed to retreat, so Harry had attacked. It was a brief scuffle, but both wolves had been seriously injured. Harry had come out on top, sending the other wolf running off with his ears flat back and his tail between his legs. 

The wounds had been deep just last night. Now they could be passed off as papercuts, if one got papercuts on their torso and thighs. Harry still marveled at his newfound healing ability. It had first manifested shortly after his fifth transformation, when he had broken his wrist and it had healed within the week. Now that he knew about this gift, Harry was resolute in his determination to spend a hospital-wing free year. Not just because of his dislike for the place, but also because Madame Pomfrey would surely notice his fast healing and notify the Headmaster. That was a stress that Harry did not want to handle. 

He stepped into a steaming shower, washing his hair and body in record time, ignoring the sting of the hot water on his injuries. He got dressed and towel-dried his hair enough that it wouldn't drip on him while it dried. He knew that it would dry messier than usual, but he really didn't care. He dressed sloppily, cast a glamour on the cuts that still showed on his arms and neck, and walked down to the Great Hall. He managed to slip in without being noticed, and sat next to Ron and Hermione. The bushy-haired witch immediately began fussing over Harry's appearance.