Harry
Eventually I cried myself to sleep and woke up to someone coming in the room. I sat up and peeked through the hangings of my bed and saw Ron. I watched as he walked past my bed and to his own. He opened his trunk and started rummaging through his things. I wanted to talk to him but at the same time I didn't. I opened the curtains a bit and peeked and looked around the room. "Ron?" I whispered after I saw no one. He didn't turn around he just stopped moving. "Ron!" I whispered a bit louder. After a bit he got back to going through his things. "Ron?" I asked feeling tears spring to my eyes. "Class is in a bit, you should get ready" he said stiffly and left the room. I watched him go shocked and a tear slipped. "Ron" I whispered when he closed the door. My best friend. My closest friend. My first friend had just ignored me. Had just refused to talk to me. He doesn't want you. Nobody does or ever will. If you weren't a freak before you definitely are now. Stop it. You know it's true. Shut up. I closed the hangings of the bed again and slowly laid back down. I laid there for a while and then got up again. I crawled to the edge of my bed and opened the hangings from there. I crawled out of bed and climbed onto my trunk then onto the floor. I opened my trunk and started moving things around looking for the box. I found it and took it out. I dug around more and found my wrap around bandages. I climbed back onto the bed and opened the box. I took out one of the blades and started. I ended with 4 cuts on each arm and wrapped the bandages around. I crawled back over to my trunk and put the things inside. I crawled back over to the bed and laid down in the middle and fell asleep.
I was woken up by whispering around me. I opened my eyes and saw some Gryffindor boys I'd never seen before had opened my bed hangings and gathered around my bed. "Oh look! The freak's awake!!" one with dark brown hair said and the others laughed. I looked around in fear and tugged my sleeves down to cover my hands to make sure. "You sure you weren't meant to be a Slytherin, snake boy?" another one with curly brown said. "Not so much of a golden boy now are you, you're more of a green boy now" another with dirty blonde said. I crawled backwards still fearful until my back hit the headboard of the bed. There was three of them and they were on each side of my bed. "Aw look, the little snake's scared" the boy with curly brown hair said with mock pity. "These scales do shine" the one with dark brown hair said leaning forward from my right. He brushed his finger against my cheek where some scales were and I flinched away. "Get over here" he hissed and forcefully grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I felt my face pale as he turned my head around to inspect my face from different angles. He looked at me face to face and shoved me backwards. I let out a yelp as I tumbled back into the arms of the boy with dirty blonde hair. The boy then pushed me forward onto the bed and I let out another yelp and then hiss of pain that had come from my wrists. "Oh look, snake boy can hiss" the boy with dark brown hair said with a chuckle. "H-how did y-you get i-in" I stuttered out. "Walked in, it's our free hour" the dirty blonde said. "Look he has fangs" the curly brown haired boy said. I shut my mouth tightly and decided I wouldn't say anything else. "Really?" the dark haired boy said as he grabbed my head and turned it to face him. "Open your mouth" he said sternly to me. I kept my mouth closed in response and he narrowed his eyes at me. "Fine then, I'll do it myself" he said and pried my lips apart with a lot of force. I let out a whimper as he looked at the fangs that had sprouted. "Wow!! You really are a freak now!!" he said as he let me go. They all started laughing and I felt tears build up and start threatening to spill. "No one's gonna want you now" the curly brown haired boy said in between laughter. I clenched my fists and a few tears slipped. "Awww, look the little snake's crying" the dark brown haired boy said mocking me. "It almost makes me feel sorry for you" he said starting to recover from his fit of laughter. "Almost" he said when he had recovered. I felt anger boiling up inside me and sat up and slapped the dark brown haired boy hard across the face. His head whipped to the side and his friends stopped laughing to gasp. The dark brown haired boy turned to me with a look of anger on his face. His cheek had a red mark and I was breathing heavily. "Oh? Getting violent?" he said. In a flash he brought his hand up and scratched my cheek a few times and I hissed as pain exploded and I put my hands over where he had scratched me. I felt blood start to seep into my hands. "Don't try that ever again" he said getting close to my face. In that moment I felt like biting him. In the neck, arm, cheek, anywhere. I just wanted to hurt him. I restrained myself from biting him and it took a lot of effort. "Let's go guys, our free period is almost over" he said and they all walked away, slamming the door behind them.
I let out a choked sob as I fell sideways onto the bed. I started crying and kept my hands on my cheek. It was only day one of me being like this. I didn't want to go class anymore, I didn't want to have to go to the Great Hall to eat, I didn't want to face people. I weakly got up after I had cried and went to my trunk again. I opened it and took out the box and bandages again. I sat back on the bed and pulled up my sleeves, I unwrapped the bandages and opened the box. I took out a fresh blade and started again. This time I had 7 on each arm in total. I put new bandages on and put the things away in my trunk again. I crawled back into bed and closed the hangings again. I curled up with my hand on the cheek were the boy had scratched me. The boy's nails had been sharp enough to break through my skin in a couple scratches. It made sense since he used a lot of force in his scratches. I let out another choked sob at the throbbing pain coming from my right cheek. I scrunched my eyes shut and tried to think of something else. Eventually I fell asleep again crying silently alone.
I woke up again and looked at my watch. 7:38. It was dinner. I got out of bed and opened my trunk again and this time took out my invisibility cloak. I wrapped it around me and left the bedroom. There was a pain in my stomach and I decided I would eat something small to help decrease the pain. I walked down from the tower to the Great Hall and waited near the doors. I checked my watch again, 7:49. The doors swung open and a flood of students came out heading for their dormitories. I slipped in past the students and went to the nearest table and grabbed something small very discreetly to the few people there. I saw Draco sitting alone at the Slytherin table and poking at his food. I nibbled on the biscuit I had gotten from the table as I walked over to him. I knew he couldn't see me, but I just wanted to see him. He won't want you, you're the reason he got into the snake mess in the first place. It's your fault he's all beaten up. Shut up. I stood at his side and looked his face over. There was cuts and bruises scattered all over his face and his stormy grey eyes looked sad and dull. I shook my head as he sighed and got up. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away. I sighed and walked out of the hall too. I walked up to the tower only being able to think about Draco's face. I waited for someone to open the portrait hole and finished the biscuit when someone finally did and I slipped inside. I looked around the common room and saw Ron and Hermione talking by the fire with a bunch of parchment out. They were probably talking about homework. I climbed back up to the dormitory and went straight to bed again.
A/N: Thank you to @That-Enby-Mess on Chapter 16 for giving me some ideas!! Thanks a bunch!! Also, should I have Harry grow a tail?
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