The Marauders are starting their fifth year at Hogwarts; Remus is starting with a massive scar across his face - a byproduct of the increasing severity of his furry little problem, which is a definite cause for concern despite his insistence that it it's fine. Sirius is starting with the memories of a certain morning at 12 Grimmauld Place in August: memories that he might not ever forget, yet is desperate to cloak underneath the facade that every is fine at home and that he and his parents just sometimes encounter minor disagreements. James is starting his fifth year, yes, but more importantly, he is starting phase five of his plan to woo Lily Evans: somehow his friends seem doubtful that he might succeed, but James, being James, is in no lack of confidence. And Peter, well, Peter is starting to wonder just why he puts up with these people, and if he should really be feeling sorry for Lily Evans, and maybe if he should have asked to have been sorted into Hufflepuff.

The markings scattered his back, interlocking and over-layering to weave a tapestry of anguish and indescribable pain. As she opened her eyes, the comforting smell of coffee and parchment filled her nose. For the first time in 5 years she had opened her eyes. She saw. Not just what she had seen before, now she understood. The arguments, secrets, falling asleep on each other, reading, sharing food, laughter, hugs, punches, chases, tears, silent treatments, kisses. It all combined to make one beautiful friendship. 5 years. 6 months. 4 days. 13 hours. 26 minutes.

"You're the goodest bad girl I've ever met."

"Cry! Take that whip cream out of your mouth this instant!" The loud and fake obnoxious voice echoes across the Gryffindor table. The intended girl, Cry, laughs and yells back, "Shut up, Padfoot!" - She frowned. Her dress dampened with water and her feet sunk into the sand. My rage grew the more I looked at her. How can she be so untouchable? When she looks like me? Why can't I? I leaned in, my hot tears dripping from my jaw and teeth slightly bared. My temper seethed the longer I reside here. "I would burn everything and anyone until I get him," I spat.

One gloomy night after quidditch, Harry Potter walked into an old bathroom to find Draco Malfoy crying in front of a mirror. Harry doesn't know what to feel, they've been enemies for forever. He needs to help, but he can't let his real feelings show. What does he decide? He decides to take the Gryffindor way out.

When two rivals are forced to speak, so as to not die of boredom, a mutual friendship is born. But when Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter both reveal secrets that not even their friends know, they strive to help each other in any way possible. It starts off on the train ride home after 6th year (This is a story my friend and I made together by role play texting, but I'm going to make it in bookish form. This is an original story) Btw abuse alert at the beginning of the story I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR PLOT JK ROWLING WAS AMAZING, IM JUST ADDING GAYNESS

Harry decides to prank Draco after a game of Quidditch. Desiring for Draco to go mad, he waits for him in an empty classroom. However, as soon as he realizes Draco wants to vent his anger in different way, he appears to be rather withdrawn and insecure - despite the fact he highly likes it. Does this mean Draco has more guts than Harry, after all? They decide to create a distance between them. After not seeing each other for months, they meet by utter chance. They are tensed, confused, and ready for a fall now school starts again. How will they manage, now shadows are trailing behind them? Draco, obnoxious and knocked with daddy issues. Harry, now insecure and put on edge - knowing he's the chosen one. EDIT: The first few chapters were written when I was around the age of 13. My English has developed over time. The first story is finished and ready to read throughout. The sequel is currently added and being updated as frequently as possible. Please enjoy!

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This story is a sequel to my first story: Scared Potter? After Harry's accident he's been living in another world. Haunted by dreams he loses track of time and reality. Though his relationship with Draco Malfoy feels real, he has no idea whether any of it ever happened. Is he really losing his mind? Was it all just a dream? Or are greater forces behind it all? Cover made by the talented ajmxkenna