What makes you think I'm so special?

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(*DISCLAIMER*) I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OR SERIES FROM HARRY POTTER. THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS ARE J.K ROWLING ANF W.B. STUDIOS.)

A loud thud hit the ice-cold ground. The body of Ron laid there, helplessly. Harry heard a cackle that made him shudder. Ron's eyes met Harry's. "Help..me..." Ron mouthed to Harry. But as soon as Harry opened his mouth to reply...

"Avadra Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled, his raspy voice echoed throughout the room.
Just then, Harry's eyes bursted open. He was drenched with sweat. He wiped all of the sweat off his face and laid back down on his bed. He could not sleep.

The sun rose. Everybody had left to go eat breakfast, except Harry. He could not get over that terrible nightmare he had.

He made his way to the Great Hall to meet Ron and Hermione. "Harry, you alright?" Hermione asked with a face full of worry. "I'm fine." Harry forced a smile out of him. "Are you sure?" Ron chipped in, with his mouth full of food. Harry nodded in response. "Just another nightmare." Ron scoffed. "Oh please, mate, you're the bloody chosen one! A little nightmare wouldn't hurt so bad, now would it?" Harry did not reply, but instead just looked down at the chair he sat on. "Ronald Weasley! That was incredibly rude. Nightmares are a very sensitive topic." Hermione smacked her boyfriend's arm. "Ow! That really hurt, 'Mione. And sorry, mate." Replied Ron. Harry chuckled.

The day past as quick as ever. But Harry was somewhat lucky; he didn't see a sight of Malfoy, anywhere. Although it was odd, he felt relived that he wouldn't be around to tease or make fun of him.

Before he knew it, it was already evening. Harry had chosen to stay in the boys' dormitories to get some sleep instead of going to dinner. He had already told Ron and Hermione about this, so atleast he didn't need to worry about that. He climed into his bed, heaving a sigh. Why couldn't he just...disappear? If he had died together with his parents, he wouldn't have had to fight to live at this point. He could've rested in peace. Harry felt a tear fall down his cheek. He started sobbing uncontrollably,just wanting to hide away. Forever.

He headed straight to the Astronomy Tower. It was the only way he could take his mind off of things. But once he got there, the heard...humming. Who could that be?

Harry stepped closer toward the humming stranger. But then... he saw a boy with platinum blonde hair in a slytherins' robe. "Malfoy?" Harry thought to himself. "Merlins beard, I need to get out of here!"