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AN: Uh...I apologize before hand for this amazingly short chapter. As I said before, my computer is being a major pain in my ass and I haven't been able to even access any of my documents. I figure, everyone has waited long enough and, although rushed, what's here is better then nothing...

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Chapter Two

Harry groaned and attempted to
roll over in the small space. He was no
longer shivering with a fever, but rather annoyingly overheated in the confining
room. He watched the shadows shift in the corner of the tiny cupboard as his
Aunt made her way to the kitchen. His blurry vision made everything shift in
and out of focus.

For almost
three hours, Harry had lain awake that morning after discovering his body
surprisingly bereft of marks. The pain had toned down dramatically and proof of
the abuse he had received was now almost non-existent. The wounds were nothing
more then dark bruises and faint scars you would expect after weeks of healing.
Unfortunately, this meant the hand shaped marks on his thighs were still
present and looked rather ugly against his pain skin. While he was glad he was
no longer in immense pain and could sit up relatively comfortably; Harry feared
his Uncle�s reaction to his body�s natural defenses and prayed he wouldn�t want
a second go. He shivered at the thought.

Thirty
minutes had passed and Harry listened as his Aunt and Cousin left together. The
sound of car doors slamming and an engine starting up alerted Harry to their
departure. Not long after, heavy foot steps could be heard above him as his
obese Uncle made his way down the steps.

Harry shakily
put his shattered glasses on his face, although they did very little to help
his vision. The cracks caused the image of the room to distort cryptically.
Harry shrank further into his corner, as a shadow flitted over the cupboard
doors slots. The hollow sound of the locks releasing made the hair on the back
of his neck stick up.

�Alright
boy,� his Uncles red face poked into the small space followed closely by a
meaty fist. Harry yelped as he was hauled through the door by his collar and
tossed indifferently to the side. �Follow me.� Making no room for argument,
Uncle Vernon began his slow wobble back up the stairs. Harry followed him with
trepidation.

They
reached the top far sooner then Harry would have liked. His body tensed
immediately as his Uncle grabbed his wrist and tossed him into the bathroom.
Harry�s head collided with the side of the tub and he blinked back stars as his
Uncle spoke to him in a displeased tone.

�You have
five minutes to take a shower and get back downstairs.� The door slammed before
him and Harry finally took notice of the pile of clothes sitting on the toilet
seat. They were hand-me-downs as usual but seemed even larger then previous
outfits had been. He assumed it was an outfit Dudley had
only recently grown out of.

Harry hastily
took his shower, not wanting to anger his Uncle. The shirt was easily thrown on,
swallowing his tiny frame, but the pants refused to stay up. Searching the
drawers of the vanity, Harry hoped he could find a solution. Stuffed into the
back of the bottom drawer was a thin, black, nylon rope. Without asking
questions as to why it would be there, he quickly wrapped it several times
around his waist, thankful when the pants stayed in place.

After
realizing how long that had taken him, Harry swiftly left the bathroom, taking
the stairs two at a time. Almost missing the last step, he righted his self
shakily and nearly fell backwards at the distorted form of his Uncle standing
before him. His arm was grabbed roughly once more and he was hauled out to the
car and thrown into the back seat. On impact, is broken spectacles landed in
his lap. He sighed and stuffed them in his pocket, seeing as they weren�t doing
him much good.

The trip to
Kings Cross was disturbingly silent and Harry was more then happy to oblige
when his Uncle barked out the order to �leave�. He shut the door and jumped
away as the car sped off once more.

He made his
way to the platform and shuddered at all the stares that greeted him on the
other side. He glared at a first year that was doing a bad job hiding his
ogling. So, he looked different; did everyone else have to make it so obvious? He
was far paler and beyond skinny; the clothes his Uncle had given him to wear
only made him look even smaller. His hair had grown out as well, now slightly
past his chin. Harry took advantage of his long bangs letting them fall over
his eyes as a searched for an empty compartment.

Finally
finding one near the back of the train, he proceeded to lock the door and flop
down on the bench with a sigh. He let his head fall back against the seat and
closed his eyes, strangely relaxed and lacking any real thought. He let his
mind wonder freely for a moment, blessing the privacy. Unfortunately, his mind
began to stray from safe thoughts; worry settling down like a heavy rock. He
had no clothes, no books, no supplies; but most of all, he no longer had a
wand. What now? Would Hogwarts still accept him when he had nothing left? He
shook the thought off, knowing he could get a new wand later.

Regrettably,
one unhappy thought led to another and Harry was left in a state of panic. How
would he explain his missing materials to his friends; to his teachers? Would
they let him go to Diagon Ally to get new supplies?
No one could know what had happened. What would they think of their hero if
they knew the truth? He couldn�t even fight off his own Uncle. He wasn�t pure
and wonderful like they all thought.

The new
thoughts over took him like a tidal wave and he was unable to answer them with
simple reasoning. He clenched his eyes even tighter and tried to fight off the
oncoming depression, willing his mind to go blank and pushing everything back.
He almost shouted out loud when a harsh knocking and rattling reverberated
throughout the compartment.

He let out
a shaky breath when he realized it was only the door; someone knocking on the
other side. For a moment, Harry wondered why they didn�t just come in before he
remembered he had locked the door. Had he been in a better mood, he would have
laughed at his poor memory.

He let the
latch fall open and cautiously slid the door to the side. Almost immediately he
was engulfed in a warm embrace. Instinctively, his body seized up and flinched
at the contact. He tried to relax when Hermione�s fuzzy image swam into view. Giving
him an odd, calculating look, Hermione released him and stepped to the side to
let Ron through the door.

In a
brotherly gesture, Ron clapped Harry on the back, completely oblivious to his
reactions. Hermione, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes slightly as she
watched the display with a frown. She grabbed Ron�s hand as he started to sit
next to Harry and pulled him to sit beside her instead. The look Harry sent her
bordered on thankful.

�Harry,
where are your glasses?� Hermione asked. Harry pulled them out of his pocket
and handed them too her as she rolled her eyes and pulled her wand out. �One of
these days, your cousin is going to find himself on the wrong side of karma. Reparo.� Ron snickered
to himself, obviously recalling the time Dudley�s tongue
had swelled to more then twice its normal size thanks to Fred and George.
Hermione handed the fixed glasses back and only half listened as Ron lent
forward and began animatedly describing his summer to Harry.

Harry was
in for a bit of Hermione�s well known inquisitional skills but she would wait
until Ron was out of earshot. Whatever was bothering Harry, she could tell he
would be much more comfortable not having to explain it to Ron at the same time.
Or, maybe she was reading him wrong?

�...oh man,
you should have seen the look on Ginny�s face!� Ron stopped his story and
looked around the compartment in bemusement. �Hey, where are all your things?� Hermione
looked up from a pleat of her skirt she had just been using her eyes to burn a
hole through. She hadn�t actually noticed before but Ron was right, the
compartment was void of Harry�s belongings.

�Oh,�
Harry�s mind flew through excuses, tossing one after the other into a pile in
his mind labeled �ridiculous�. �Um...I accidentally left my trunk sitting
outside. Everything was ruined in the rain.� Lame, yes, but it was marginally
better then the others. He knew Ron might have fallen for I donated everything but Hermione was more clever then that. Besides,
what other choice was there? Telling the truth wasn�t an option. Hermione
looked absolutely flabbergasted.

�Honestly!�
She proclaimed. �I can�t believe you didn�t have any charms put on your
luggage.� Her disproval turned into a rant on why everyone should always put
protection charms on their possessions. Harry silently agreed, thankful to
preoccupy the observant girl. He wasn�t na�ve enough to think she wouldn�t
confront him about it later, but it worked for the time being. Ron attempted to
change the subject several times and ended up going into his own rant about
Fred and George�s newest inventions.

When the
snack trolley came by, Hermione bought a handful of assorted candies for Ron.
He didn�t question her motives but Harry suspected she was trying to get him to
talk slower, or to stop altogether.

�Well, you
know what I mean, right Harry?� Harry hadn�t been listening in the slightest.
He nodded in agreement. �Speaking of, what did you think about Fred and
George�s birthday present? Wasn�t that brilliant?� Harry looked confused and
before he could stop himself, stuck his foot in his mouth.

�I never
got any mail.� He trailed off at the look Hermione gave him, realizing his
mistake all too late.

�You never
got any mail?� the disbelief was clear in her voice. Ron mistook Harry�s own
expressionless face for confusion.

�Bet the
Ministry�s behind that one, eh Harry?� Harry looked started for a moment then
nodded.

�Yeah, I
actually thought that myself when nothing showed up.�
The lie was effortless and he wondered for a moment if he should feel guilty
because of it. Hermione looked thoughtful and nodded her head.

�They have
been sticking their noses into everything lately.� She added. Harry almost
sighed in relief when she started a new rant about the Ministry. This time Ron
joined in and Harry was left in peace the rest of the ride.

The train
pulled to a stop, smoke billowing past the edge of the window. Hermione turned
to Ron questioningly. The boy actually looked as if he were about to make a run
for it. As if sensing his inner thoughts, Hermione glared.

�I was only
going to ask you if you had an extra set of robes for Harry.� Ron forced out a
laugh and cleared his throat when it sounded more like a squeak. Hermione
smiled in triumph.

�Yeah, I
do.� He made a face at the back of her head as she turned to give Harry some
privacy. Harry forced a smile as Ron handed him the robes and did the same. He
dressed quickly and tried not to notice how large the robes were. Hermione clicked
her tongue at his appearance. Harry had only a brief moment to wonder how long
she had been facing his way. She pulled her wand out and tried casting a few shrinking
charms on the fabric.

�It�s not
that big of a deal, �Mione.� He smiled slightly.

�We should
get going anyway.� Ron added. He assumed Harry was stopping her for fear of her
missing the cloth to hit other important bits.

The
carriage ride seemed longer then normal but Harry was certain it had something
to do with the strange silence that had descended on them halfway through. At the
entrance, Harry was pulled aside by Professor Sprout.

�Hello, Mr.
Potter,� She smiled warmly and waved to a few of her students as they passed
by. �Your head of house is a tad bit preoccupied with the sorting. She sent me
to let you know that the Headmaster would like to see you in his office after
the feast. The password is �Snickerdoodle�. I�ll see
you in class, Mr. Potter.� She smiled again, before starting towards the
castle, presumably making her way to the staff entrances.

Sighing,
Harry joined his friends as they too, made their way into the Great Hall. Ron
was pulled ahead by an irate looking Seamus and Hermione found it the perfect
chance to confront Harry.

�Is
everything alright, Harry?� Harry continued walking, seemingly not hearing her anxious
question. �Harry, stop.� He paused and looked back at
her, his face expressionless. It took all of her will not to gasp aloud; she
settled for repeating the question.

Harry
smiled at her. �Hermione, you need to stop worrying. You�re only sixteen-years-old
and you�re going to give your self ulcers. I�m better then I�ve been all
summer; promise.� While this was completely true it did very little to comfort
her uneasy mind. Harry was acting very peculiar but she didn�t have time to
consider it further as she was swept up into the hall to join her fellow
students.

Sitting
with the other Gryffindors that first feast was
usually a blessing in Harry�s eyes. In the past, he had never thought people
sat too close together but he was starting to see things very differently. It
took a lot of internal coaxing on his part to keep his legs from carrying him
out the large double doors to �safety�. Ron and Seamus sat on his right; they
continued to bicker back and forth. Harry could catch little snippets here and
there and unless Seamus had taken to calling homework �Quaffle�,
he was fairly certain they where arguing about Quidditch.
Hermione was sitting to his left; he could feel her nervous eyes watching his
every move.

�Harry, you
aren�t eating?� It was more of a statement then a question. Harry looked up at
her perplexed gaze and let another fake smile wash over his mask. He took a
bite of chicken as a way to ease her mind. Unfortunately, it did very little to
ease his stomach. The rest of the meal, he sat in silence, pushing his food
around to make it look as if he�d bothered.

Eating was
the least of his worries. His mind wrapped itself around his meeting with
Dumbledore. Did they know about his lost belongings? Was he going to kick him
out of the school? Is that why he was meant to eat first, because Dumbledore
was giving one last act of kindness before kicking him out on the street?

In the back
of his mind, Harry knew these were ridiculous notions but he had always taught
himself to fear the worst. It was better when things went bad, knowing you
hadn�t expected any less. For all he knew, something had developed about Voldemort and the war that Dumbledore wanted to discuss.
Harry thought for a moment, and realized how even more ridiculous that thought was compared to getting
kicked out. Dumbledore had a way of telling Harry nothing and expecting him to
know everything.

It took Harry
awhile to realize the tugging on his arm wasn�t just his imagination; Hermione
was trying to get his attention. All around them, students were standing and
making their way toward the Grand Staircase and their respective dorms.

�Harry, the
feast is over,� She looked over him with worry. �Are you alright?� He smiled
faintly and stood to join her.

�Of course, Hermione. Stop worrying about me. I�ll meet you
guys in the common room later.� She nodded warily and followed Ron back to the
dorms.

The common
room was just as she remembered it. It was fairly quite; most of the students
had immediately made their way too bed. The soft glow of the fireplace drew her
in like a moth. She sat down in a plush armchair with a sigh. Ron sat across
from her, finally realizing something was bothering his friend. The soft glow
of the blaze cast shadows over her features making her appear slightly older
then she was. For a moment, she reminded Ron strongly of Rowena Ravenclaw.

�I�m
worried about Harry.� Her expression never wavered.

�What do
you mean?� He asked.

�He�s
acting so strange. I�m worried something might have happened to him.� She
glanced at him before returning to her previous stance. Ron drew his eyes
together in confusion.

�I don�t
think so. Harry would tell us if something happened. He always does.� Hermione
wrung her hands and continued to stare into the dancing flames.

�Maybe...�
She didn�t agree. Harry was more secretive then Ron seemed to think. He told
them a lot, yes; but he was still human. Hermione had known Harry for so long
she could read him like a book. However, when she had looked into his eyes
earlier that day and asked him if he was alright, his voice had sounded
strangely hollow to her ears. His smile hadn�t quite reached his eyes; but what
had really thrown her, were his eyes altogether. The familiar emerald green
orbs appeared dull and foreign to her. Those eyes that had always been so
expressive were startlingly vacant. It was like attempting to see through a
brick wall, only to discover that there was nothing on the other side to look
at.
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