Ugly Truth

Chapter 1

Third person POV

Harry sat on his bed, anticipating the train ride back to Hogwarts. He was currently packing his trunk, this summer had been the worst yet, he felt horrible, he felt weak. And that's something the famous Harry Potter should never say.

"Oi! Harry go!" He heard his uncle gruffly yell up at him, to which Harry didn't disobey. He grabbed his trunk (and Hedwig) and practically ran down stairs. However he was hit, with sausage like but rough fingers, right in the nose. Harry yelped out with pain, his nose pissing with blood.

His aunt let her cackly evil laugh out, and just watched him. Harry got up, clutching his nose and dragging his trunk out the house. The door was slammed shut and Harry started on his trek to the train station. Hedwig, his owl, was in her cage that was in his hand. He almost left her! He cursed himself as he continued walking.

About an hour or so later, he got there and walked through the wall to platform 9 3/4. He exhaled with delight.

"HARRY?!?!" Hermione yelled as she ran over to him, "What happened to your nose!?!?" She caressed his face, pulling out her wand to fix it in case it was broken. After all, Harry was almost immune to pain so he felt not that much difference.

"I just bumped it." He murmured, keeping a overly large grin in his face. He wanted to see his Uncles, or rather Godfathers, as soon as possible. He hadn't seen them all summer due to being locked in his room whenever he wasn't doing chores or being beaten by the Dursleys.

"Bumped it? Harry you look like you've been beaten with a metal pole!" She hissed, grabbing a tissue and cleaning his nose that had started pissing with blood again.

"Sorry 'Mione..." He mumbled, fiddling with the lock on Hedwig's cage. She sighed, "Its fine. Just be more careful. Come on, let's get on the train. And they did just that.

Harry fell asleep, he was so tired, but terrified to sleep. His mind quickly clouded with memories of the summer, and all the summers before. He woke up, sweaty and panting, "Harry mate, what's wrong?" Ron asked, looking just as confused as the rest of their friends.

"N-nothing.." Harry whispered, mainly to himself. He scooted away from Ron and looked out the window, for the remaining hour of the train ride.

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An hour and a half later everyone's things were in their respective dorms and all the students were in the great hall. Dumbledore was doing his fancy speech and sorting the first years into their houses. Harry noticed a selection staring at him, mainly girls but a few boys. He soon got distracted yet again and felt his eyes wander to his hands, thinking over his summer.

"Stop it..." He muttered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut and grabbing at his hair. He felt the tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He was not going to cry. No, not Harry Potter. No crying today thank you.

He was going to cry, he couldn't help it. He got up rather abruptly,  running out the hall, causing people to stare. "What's up with him?" Ron asked quietly, and Hermione shook her head, "I have no idea... Maybe he's just in a bad mood." She concluded, sticking her nose back in her book. Ron knew something was up, he just couldn't shake it. 'Maybe he is just in a bad mood...' Ron concluded for himself.

Later that night, Harry was sobbing his heart out in his bed, too many emotions overwhelmed his head at once, he couldn't think straight. He needed Sirius, or Remus, better yet, the both of them. Now. He had to tell someone. He just cried harder.

"Harry? What's wrong mate?" Ron asked, pulling Harry's curtain back. Harry curled into himself harder, crying into his knees. "Harry? Answer me? Please?" Ron pleaded, rubbing circles into Harry's back. "S-sirius.." Harry managed to choke out through sobs.

Ron knew what he needed, and left Harry, shutting the curtain and running into the main hall, where all students were piling out.

"Professor!" Ron yelled, getting Snapes attention, not who's he needed right now. "What?" Snape snapped, sharply. "I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore!" Ron gasped once he'd managed to push his way through the crowd. "Not now Wea-" Snape started, but was cut off by Dumbledore, "Yes Ron?" He asked, calm as ever. Ron was still panting however.

"Its Harry, sir. He needs Remus and Sirius." He spoke confidently, "Absolutely not!" Snape yelled, slamming his hands down into the table. "Severus!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "Why is this, Ron?" He asked, composing himself once again. "He's crying, I think something happened but he won't talk to anyone, and when I went to see him he asked to see Sirius." Ron explained, and Dumbledore nodded in understanding. "As it is, I will get in contact with them as soon as, your job is to make sure Harry is okay until they arrive. Thank you Ron, you may go back to your dorm now." He finished, still in a posh fashion. Ron nodded and went back to his dorm, to see how Harry was.

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