The Impossible // DRARRY

Chapter 1

Harry woke up to to a chocolate frog sitting on his glasses. He yelled in surprise and sat up, blinking rapidly. 

Not the best way to wake up, he thought wearily.

"Sorry, mate!" said a very red Neville from the side of his bunk. The clumsy boy  grabbed the chocolate frog with a lopsided grin and it jumped out of his hands for the second time this morning. Its next unfortunate victim was his best friend, Ron Weasley. The mischievous frog landed on Ron's nose, causing the ginger haired boy to jump out of bed, spewing curse words that would've made Mrs. Weasley smack his backside with a broomstick and Fred and George proud.

Harry winced immediately. Just George now, he thought to himself. He sighed and pulled his blankets off of him. He checked the muggle clock perched on the wall across the room. Harry groaned, it was 6:15 in the morning. 

No chance of me being able to go back to sleep again, he thought. Remembering the sight of the chocolate frog sitting on his glasses temporarily triggered a small smile from the green eyed boy. It was nice, even if only temporary.

Harry got out of his bed slowly, rubbing his eyes with back of his hand and muttering a quick "Bathroom," when Ron raised an eyebrow. It was well known that Harry enjoyed sleeping in. 

Walking with no haste, he headed to bathroom in the boys dormitories. He mentally smacked himself, realizing he had forgotten his bathroom bag. He pulled his wand out of his pajama pocket and muttered a quick spell.

"Accio bathroom bag," he said. His bag, a gift from Hagrid, flew towards him and nearly knocked him off his feet. It hit him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him, but thanks to his Seeker reflexes he caught it before it hit the ground. Harry sighed tiredly and opened the door to the washroom.

He walked through the door and into the bathroom. He murmured the spell apparence factice and watched as his healthy looking body slowly faded away into a thin, skeletal looking frame with scars and bruises all over. The glamour spell had been amazingly convenient, he'd been using it since first year when he was looking in the restricted section in hopes of finding information of Nicholas Flamel and stumbled across a book with spells meant to deceive and hide one's body. All he had to do was say the spell and the glamour made his body look healthy, his dull eyes turning to a bright forest green. Say the spell again and his body returned to normal.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his hands on either sides of the sink. His ribs poked out and you could count each and every one with ease. His hip bones jutted out unhealthily, and he was covered in bruises in different shades of purple, black, grey, and yellow. His face was ghastly pale.

Harry felt numb. He knew he was ugly. His aunt and uncle made sure of it. Petunia always pelted him with insults, each one more horrible and degrading than the last. She hurled words sharper than knives at him whenever she saw him. It hurt him more than she would ever know. But what hurt the most was Vernon's idea of punishment. He would beat Harry often, using belts, lamps, or anything nearby. Dudley was oblivious to this of course, the Dursley's wouldn't want their ickle Duddykins to know that they were abusive. He no longer lived with the Dursley's but he would never be able to forget how they tormented him his entire childhood.

The very thought of them made Harry remember how much he loathed himself. He was ugly. He was annoying. He was a waste of oxygen. He was useless. Everyone hated him. He bit his lip nervously, remembering how he used to deal with it.

Harry reluctantly opened his bathroom bag and dug around for the familiar silver object, a blade that he'd gotten from an old pencil sharpener that Dudley had thrown out. 

He winced in pain as he found the blade, it had cut the tip of his bony finger. 

I deserve the pain, he thought to himself. I killed all those people... Remus, Sirius, Dobby, Fred, Hedwig, Mad-Eye, Cedric, Dumbledore, Tonks, Lavender, Colin, Snape... It's all my fault. Im awful, and everyone hates me. I deserve this. He dug the blade into his skin at every name that popped up in his head. 

There was blood covering the bathroom floor by now and Harry was growing dizzy. He'd never cut this much at once before. He pulled a bottle of Blood Replenishing potion out of his bag and unstoppered it, drinking it all. The effect was immediate. He felt faint for a moment and most likely would've fallen to the ground if he hadn't been leaning against the wall. After the world stopped spinning he felt much better. He had forgotten how cutting felt. I need it, he thought desperately. It's the only way I can deal with everything. And besides, I deserve it, he thought to himself. Hot, salty tears flowed from his eyes as he leaned against the wall.

"Oi, Harry, what're you doing in their? You're taking longer than Ginny does!" called a voice from outside the door. Harry jumped violently at hearing the voice, for a split second he could've sworn it was Mr. Dursley.

"I'll be out in a minute," he responded feebly. He then attempted to calm himself, saying over and over again in his head, That was just Ron, that was just Ron, that was just Ron.

Once his heart rate returned back to normal he cast the glamour spell, quickly brushed his teeth and exited the bathroom. He couldn't bring himself to look at Ron, who was just outside the door, for fear that he would look up and see Vernon Dursley.

A/N

Hey guys! I know this is really short but I have really limited time today. I promise future chapter will be much longer, and Darry will start in the next chapter hehehe... anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Constructive criticism is always welcome!