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A Boy Named 'Harry'	By : HeyDarlin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18793 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I�m back at last. Sorry about the wait but y�know RL and all that rubbish. Oh well I have returned and the next chapter is right here with me. Hope you alll enjoy and remember to review at the end.
Big thank you�s to my beta�s Bluetribalrose, Brittine (Flamin Vixen), Katie (quixotic_hope), Serpent Of Light.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters etc and nor do I own a �Child Called �It�.

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Harry gave a small cry of anguish and sank to the floor, only barely managing to cast the locking charm before he pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head into his arms.

�Why? I don�t understand. Why must I go though this? My life is hell. I live in pain��

Chapter 4 - It's In Your Eyes.

The train shuddered as it came to a halt, entering Hogsmeade station. Harry gingerly rose from the floor of the compartment he had been sitting in for the entire journey. Ron and Hermione had not come back, and he hadn�t seen or heard from anyone else, apart from Malfoy.
Harry wiped the non-existent tears from his face. He hadn�t spent long crying over his encounter with Malfoy; it just didn�t seem worth it; nothing did anymore. He wasn�t upset that no one had come to see him; he wasn�t angry or upset: he was just numb.
He had sat on the floor doing nothing, not feeling or even thinking. His mind was blank and his body was numb. However, he had to keep going because right at the furthest point of his mind was a small voice: the one that told him he had to keep going, he had to keep fighting, because he wanted to live. He couldn�t just give up.
Harry forced his features into a neutral expression. The last thing he wanted was for Ron and Hermione to think that something was wrong and stick their noses where they weren�t wanted. They would tell Dumbledore, and then he�d go to Uncle Vernon and then... �Oh god� Harry paled and began swaying slightly on the spot before he managed to compose himself enough to grab Hedwig from the seat and move towards the closed compartment door. The compartment suddenly seemed a whole lot smaller than it had previously, and Harry was beginning to feel somewhat claustrophobic.
Harry gave the door a pull, and to his horror it wouldn�t budge. He was locked in.
Harry peered through the glass panel in the door and saw no signs that someone was on the other side. �Maybe it�s just jammed� Harry pulled harder, but still nothing.
Harry spun around, pressing his back flat against the door; the walls of the compartment were moving in upon his shaking form, overwhelming, asphyxiating, and smothering him.
Harry�s breath began coming in short pants; he was unable to draw enough oxygen into his lungs. At once, Harry�s breathing became irregular, and he began to double over with the effort just to keep breathing. The world began to spin, and Harry felt light-headed; then he heard voices�in his head? �No.� They were coming from the other side of the door. Harry spun around, his school robes whirling around his ankles.
Through the glass, Harry could distinguish a distorted black figure inches from the glass that separated them. As Harry watched, a blurry hand was raised to tap on the glass right by his head, making him flinch backwards in a subconscious attempt to stop the hand from hitting him.
�Hello, anyone in there?�
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat as the voice pierced the walls of the compartment, making them widen, letting him breath again.
�Yeah, I�m coming,� Harry managed to say, keeping his voice as even and expressionless as possible.
�You�ve got a locking charm on the door dear,� the voice called out again. �A woman�s voice,� Harry thought. �Kind and sweet.�

�Oh shit.� Harry�s knees sagged slightly as he realised what he had done. He had put the locking charm on the door after Malfoy had left. �What an idiot.� Maybe Ron and Hermione had come after all and just couldn�t get in. �Na, I would have heard them,� Harry thought as he remembered he had put a locking charm up but not a silencing charm. So if they had come to the compartment, he would have heard them trying to get in.
Harry reached his hand, which wasn�t holding Hedwig, around to the back pocket of his jeans, which wasn�t there��robes� Harry reminded himself. Instead, Harry stuck his hand deep into his robes� pocket and pulled out his wand, giving it a small flick and staring at the door as it slid open with barely a sound.
�Only one carriage left, you had better hurry.�
Harry nodded at the women who gave him a small smile in return before continuing her trek down the corridor. Harry watched as she paused at each compartment, systematically checking if anyone was in there.
�Uh�miss,� Harry choked out. The women stopped and turned slowly around, a strand of her greying hair falling briefly into her eyes before it was replaced into the tight bun by a weathered hand.
�Yes dear?�
�Thank you.�
And with that, Harry turned, all but running out of the train door onto Hogsmeade�s deserted platform. Harry rushed up to the last carriage, eyeing the thestrals warily. They were staring with empty white eyes as they toed the ground and snorted, their hot breath causing the cold air to cloud over. �The only people who can see thestrals are people who have seen death.� Harry shuddered and wished he couldn�t see them; he wished that he could be like all the other students here that came from nice homes, with their mothers and fathers who love them instead of being dead.
As Harry climbed into the carriage, a solitary tear fell slowly down his cheek.
�Potter,� a familiar voice drawled and Harry looked up in shock. �Why the fuck is Malfoy still here?� Yet no matter how hard Harry wished the situation stayed the same, Malfoy was thrown in for some more fun.
He was seated in the far corner of the carriage, his winter robes wrapped firmly around his upper body, his blonde hair standing out in stark contrast to the darkness of the carriage surrounding them. A gloved hand reached out, grabbing the front of Harry�s robes and pulling him far enough into the carriage so the door could slam shut behind him.
Once the door was shut, the hand removed itself whilst its owner continued to observe the dark haired boy�s peculiar reaction to the small touch. Harry hastily brushed the tear from his pale cheek and tried to steady himself as he began to shake violently. The carriage gave a jerk as it began the trek up to the castle. Harry was thrown into the seat next to Malfoy, just managing to keep a hold of Hedwig�s cage to stop her from being dropped.
Harry�s eyes glazed over as the gloved hand reached out again and lifted the cage from his grip.
�Woah, Potter, what the fuck is wrong with you?�
Harry turned his head slightly so he could look directly at Malfoy who was looking him over with something that oddly enough wasn�t disgust.

�Nothing, Malfoy,� came Harry�s expressionless reply before he turned his head to look out of the window, watching as the world passed by, looking anywhere but at Malfoy. �What the fuck does he want?� Harry pulled his robes around his torso, his breath clouding the glass in front of his nose. He didn�t understand. Why the hell was Malfoy here? Alone. �What�s he going to do?� Harry tensed his shoulders, waiting for Malfoy to make his move and burying himself deep in his thoughts.

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Harry began to slowly relax as the carriage carried on trudging up the hill to the school. It felt familiar and this sense made him feel slightly more at ease. Malfoy hadn�t spoken, but Harry could feel his eyes on him which unnerved Harry, but Malfoy said and did nothing and eventually the carriage jolted slightly as it came to a halt outside Hogwarts. Harry hadn�t even noticed, but at some point a light drizzle had begun to fall from the now heavily clouded sky, and the school was looking blurry from behind the thin sheets of water.
Harry felt something being pushed into his hands and upon hearing it squawk a little, he realised it was Hedwig. �Malfoy had her all this time.� Without a word, Malfoy pushed the door open and climbed elegantly down from the carriage, holding the door open for Harry to climb out. Harry took the hint and stood shakily, tightening his hold on Hedwig�s cage for reassurance.
Once on the ground, both boys stood together and watched as the carriage jolted again and set of to the gamekeeper�s hut. Harry kept his eyes on the winged horses all the time. How he hated seeing them. �Death�

�You know what Potter?� Malfoy�s breath felt hot against his ear. Harry hadn�t noticed him lean in so there he stood, frozen to the spot. Before he spoke again, Malfoy spun Harry around so he was looking him dead in the eye. Silver met green.
�I see them too.� Harry�s eyes widened as he watched Malfoy turn his robes so that they swirled around his feet as he strode purposely towards the castle, leaving a very confused Harry standing alone in the rain.

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+ - �the only people who can see Thestrals are people who have seen death�

Hermione says this in OOTP.
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