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Harry Potter; Year One: The Sorcerer's Stone	By : Chrysania Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: I�m sorry that it�s taken me so long to update, but I seem to have had a severe case of writer�s block. Here's the sixth chapter. I hope you all enjoy it.

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Harry unlocks and opens the door. She's greeted by a very strange, and somewhat alarming, sight, indeed.

Hermione, Daphne, Tracy, some girl Harry vaguely knows as Pansy, another larger girl that Harry recalls is named Millicent, the Slytherin Prefect Katerina, and an extremely disgruntled-looking Draco. Harry almost closes the door again to run and hide.

The large, blocky girl, that Harry recalls being named Millicent sees and grabs the door before Harry can successfully close it.

"I don't think so, Miss Potter."

Harry pales even further as she looks at everyone in the room. She tries to back herself into the bathroom so that she can hide, but Millicent grabs her. The grip is surprisingly gentle coming from the burly girl.

Everyone in the room is now looking at the pale, and shaking, Harry. Harry can't help but begin to shake. She starts mumbling something. Millicent, who's the closest, is the only one to hear what she's saying.

"They know. They know. They know about the wounds. They know about the scars. They know. They know. They're not going to want to be friends anymore. They know."

Millicent almost lets go of the girl in shock. Almost.

She doesn't say anything to the others in the room. She doesn't ask any questions of the female boy-who-lived. No. She's a Slytherin to the bone. If Harry doesn't want them to know, Millicent won't tell them. But, the rather larger girl resolves then and there, she's not going to leave her by herself either.

"Harry. What's wrong?" This comes from Hermione.

Harry looks at her longtime friend and steadies her resolve. She's still shaking and really pale, but she hopes that will only add to the illusion.

"I wasn't feeling well this morning. But I didn't want to miss the first day of classes." Hermione nods in understanding. Harry takes a deep breath and continues. She leans against Millicent slightly; taking comfort from the larger girl who seems willing to keep her secret. "It's why I didn't eat a lot at breakfast." This is aimed at Draco, who also nods. "And I thought I was getting better. My stomach didn't hurt anymore and I felt that I could stomach some lunch later."

Daphne nods to her friend. "So what happened?"

Harry sighs. "You saw me fall backwards, yes?" They all saw it. They all know that she was pushed. "I was pushed. I'm not, entirely, sure by whom. But when I hit the table, it jarred my stomach and I started feeling nauseous again. I don't know where there are any other bathrooms, so I ran back to my room." Harry doesn't mention closing the door in their faces. She hopes that they won't, either. "I didn't make it to the toilet, so I had to take a shower and burn my clothes. At least, the ones I couldn't salvage."

Hermione makes a note that Harry managed to salvage her robes and silver sweater-vest. She's not sure why that's important. Yet.

"You should go to the Hospital Wing."

Harry pales at Katerina's suggestion.

Millicent sees Harry's reaction and decides that she'll help. If only to get answers. "I'm sure that it's nothing. She looks to be getting better even just standing here." Katerina nods and Harry's friends look at Millicent strangely. "I can stay with her until she feels better. Later, I�ll walk her to class. We have the same schedule."

Hermione and Daphne immediately start arguing. "We can stay with her."

Draco looks at Millicent. He's known her for a long time and knows that something's up. He has a feeling that it has to do with Harry, but he knows that, though intimidating, the girl won't hurt a fellow Slytherin. "I think that Millicent is right." Hermione and Daphne look at Draco, betrayed. Draco sighs. "Think about it. We have a pretty good inkling of who pushed Harry." The two girls nod. "They're probably going to try again." Another nod. "If Millicent is hanging around with Harry, they're less likely to try, or succeed."

The two girls look Millicent over and begrudgingly admit that Draco has a point. Plus, Harry seems to be okay with her. Ron Weasley will, more than likely, piss his pants before messing with Millicent.

"Okay. Fine. But, Harry, if there are any problems and I mean any, I want you to tell us. We can help."

Harry nods and leans more heavily against Millicent as everyone leaves. As they depart, she realizes that Draco, as a boy, is in the girl's dorms. She opens her mouth to say something, but spots Daphne's shaking head and closes it. They'll tell her later.

Harry turns back to Millicent once the door is closed. She waits a few seconds so that they'll be farther away. "Why did you help me?"

Millicent shrugs. "I figured that, if you wanted them to know, you'd tell them. Who am I to tell your secrets?"

Harry sighs and leans against her harder. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. I want to know what you're talking about." Harry tenses and pulls away from her. "Don't even think about it chitlin. I want to know."

Harry pales, but doesn't pull away again. "Why?"

Millicent shrugs. "You seem to be very intent on not telling your friends about your wounds and scars. But I haven't known you long enough to be considered a friend." Harry tenses even further. "I won't tell anyone. I think I've proven that much."

Harry sighs. "You're not going to leave me alone until you know, are you?"

Millicent nods. "I'm curious and persistent." She smirks at him. "First things first. I want to know who attacked you in potions."

Harry just looks at her. "I-I don't know wh-who attacked m-me."

Millicent raises a single brow. "Don't lie to me, chitlin."

Harry pales even further, making herself look like the walking dead. "It was.... Ron Weasley."

Millicent's other brow jerks upward. "Weasley, huh?" She turns her head in thought and mumbles "I'm sure his brothers will be interested to know that." Harry is, now, confused. She opens her mouth to ask a question, but Millicent beats her to it. "Now, tell me about these wounds and scars."

Harry sighs. "I had hoped that you had forgotten about that." Millicent smiles and shakes her head. Harry closes her eyes and starts. "I've been punished for as long as I can remember. It wasn't this bad originally. A hit here; a smack there; a missed meal. As I got older, the punishments got worse. They'd take away food for a day, or days on end. The smacks and hits turned into full-blown beatings." Harry has her eyes closed tightly so she can't see Millicent's look of horror. "My cousin, he's a big spoiled brat of a boy, tried taking after his father. But, whenever he tried to attack me at the local school he was chastised for hitting a girl." She draws in a shaky breath. "That's why Hermione and Daphne are my friends. They were determined and stubborn. They refused to be scared away by him."

Millicent looks at the girl. She has no obvious wounds, injuries, or scars. Of course, a good glamour could cover that up anyway.

Harry continues. "I didn't even know about magic until I got my Hogwarts letter." She laughs derisively. "I was in the local park at the time. With Hermione and Pansy. But the letter was addressed to Harry Potter, Cupboard Under the Stairs, # 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." She laughs again. "I guess the owl flew overhead and decided to give it to me there. I went back to the Dursley's house later and found Hagrid scaring Piers Polkiss nearly to death. Apparently, he thought that Piers was me."

Millicent just looks at her. She doesn't say anything, but her eyebrows, which had returned to their previous placement just above her eyes, shoot back up to her hairline. Harry opens her eyes and laughs at the expression on Millicent's face.

She sobers quickly and continues her story. "He took me to Diagon Alley and I got clothes, robes, and an owl. I got Hedwig. You probably haven't seen her. She left from Hermione's. She decided that she didn't want to go on the train. To be honest, she doesn't like her cage. I understand. I can't stand cages either. But she may show up some time during the year to bring me something, or I'll need to send something out."

Millicent smiles at the way Harry talks about her owl. She almost forgets about Harry's worries and story. Almost. "Harry... You haven't told me about the wounds."

Harry looks at her and her smile dissipates. "Right. I didn't go back to my uncle's. But I had to be very careful while I was at Hermione's. Very careful." She looks down at the floor.

Millicent is curious about that. "Why?"

"I'm thin." Millicent doesn't say anything. She just waits for Harry to elaborate. "I'm too thin. I didn't get a lot of food growing up. I didn't deserve it. Just as I didn't deserve any clothes." Millicent looks Harry over. "Any decent clothes."

Millicent looks at her calmly. "Your clothes look pretty nice."

Harry's eyes glance to the clothes she's wearing and she blushes. "Yeah. I bought these clothes while I was with Hermes and Daff..."

"Hermes and Daff?"

Harry turns as even brighter red. "Hermione and Daphne." Harry takes a few deep breaths. "Anyway.... These are the first clothes that I've been allowed to wear that actually fits."

Millicent stares at Harry with curiosity. But she doesn't ask Harry anymore questions. No. Harry starts spilling her secrets all on her own. The only sound that Millicent makes for over an hour after that is a gasp of shock when Harry shows her the scars that adorn her whole body. Thankfully it was at the end of the whole story.

Millicent traces the scars on Harry's back. Millicent traces the bones sticking out of Harry's skin as well.

'Merlin! She's so thin. And those scars are everywhere. I bet that if she took off all of her clothes the scars would cover her from head to foot. Salazar Slytherin! It's a miracle she's still alive.'

Millicent stops touching Harry when said girl shivers. "Oh! I'm sorry! You should put your clothes back on." Harry nods and quickly scampers into her chosen attire. "We should head off to class." Millicent looks at a clock that's positioned above the fireplace. "It's almost time for..." She quickly pulls the already tattered parchment out of her pocket. "...Flying." She makes a face at that.

Harry looks confused. "What's wrong with flying?"

Millicent shrugs. "Nothing really. I just feel that flying in the air on little more than a stick is unnatural." Harry nods her understanding of that. "Plus. It's with the Gryffindors."

Harry shivers at the thought of meeting Ron Weasley again. She doesn't want to think about it. However, Harry can't help but think about what Ron Weasley is going to do. Harry sprints back into her room, over to her trunk, and digs through it.

Millicent follows after her immediately. She runs through the bathroom and into Harry's room with no problem as Harry didn't close the door.

She finds Harry almost entirely in her trunk digging through it. She almost grabs the other girl to drag her out of it; sure that Harry's trying to hide, when Harry jumps out of it herself.

Harry's clutching her most prized possession to her chest. Aunt Petunia gave it to her on what, she assumes, was her tenth birthday. It's her mother's ring. Not her wedding ring, but a ring given to her by her mother just before starting Hogwarts and she was never without it.

Harry slowly slides the ring onto her finger and looks at it. She can almost see her mother's love-filled eyes in the emerald setting and her calm, reassuring smile in the copper and platinum band. She rubs her finger, and the ring along with it, in reverence. She had never worn it before. Never dared to. But today she needs it.

"All right. Let's go deal with a weasel, shall we?"

Millicent smiles at her, but she can still see the fear and trepidation in the eyes of her new friend. Harry has already started towards the door to leave. "Harry." Harry turns back to Millicent. She opens her mouth to say something, but Millicent stops her. "If you want to leave, just say so." Harry nods. "And Harry. Call me Millie."

Harry smiles at her. "Thank you Mill...Millie."

With that said, the two girls head out to the field. They arrive just before the teacher, who introduces herself as Madam Hooch.

She gives them a basic instruction before leading them over to the brooms. "Find a broom and stand next to it."

Unsurprising, the Gryffindors and the Slytherins segregate, with Harry towards the middle, neutral, territory.

"Put your right hand over the broom and command it to come 'up!'" She looks around at them and motions for them to get on with it.

There's a chorus of "up!" from the first years. Several of the brooms remain on the ground. Harry is quite surprised to feel the hard shaft of the broom handle slap up into her hand.

�Very good. For those of you, who do not find a broom in your hands, pick it up.�

Harry hears several people around her grumble and then the rustling of the grass as they, not-so-gently, pick up the brooms.

�Now we�re going to learn how to sit on the brooms.� She looks around the group of first years and grimaces. �I know that quite a few of you already know how to fly on brooms. Some of you even think that you could be on the quidditch team; if we gave you a chance. But first years cannot be on their house teams. And to all of you, who already know how to use a broom, shut it!�

Harry looks around. Several of the students are grimacing. Whether it�s because they have to learn how to ride a broom, or because they have to relearn how to use a broom, Harry is unsure.

�Now I want everyone, and I do mean everyone, to straddle the broom.� She demonstrates what she means. Several of the girls blush while the boys merely look uncomfortable. Harry can understand why they would be uncomfortable.

�Once you have straddled the broom, kick off and hover about two feet in the air.� She looks around at the many confused faces and sighs. �To hover, you must kick off of the ground lightly and keep your weight down.� She shows them how to do it. Comprehension dawns on several faces.

�Go!�

All of the students manage to get off of the ground. Most hover for a few seconds and land again. One boy, Harry vaguely recalls him being in Gryffindor, can�t seem to control his broom. Harry watches as he gets higher and higher. She almost can�t see him anymore. Finally, he falls from the broom and hits the ground. Hard. Harry winces when she hears the crack signaling that something is broken and runs to him.

�Are you okay?�

Harry�s not the first one there, but she stops the person who picks up his hand. His wrist is limp, and his hand is flopping around loosely. The hand is grabbed away from her harshly and goes back to the boy�s broken wrist.

�Don�t touch him.� The person connected to the stupid hand looks up. It�s Ronald Weasley. Harry internally curses her luck. �His wrist is broken. If you move it, it could become worse.�

Ron sneers at Harry. �And what would you know about injuries.�

Harry glares back at the boy. She�s just about to say something else, when the teacher arrives. �Oh dear. His wrist is broken. Nobody touch it. I�m taking him to Madam Pomfrey.� Madam Hooch, and Harry, help the boy up. The teacher starts walking back towards the school, but stops. �If any one of you gets onto one of those brooms, you�ll be out of this school so fast, you won�t remember packing.� She then stalks away with the injured party.

Harry doesn�t even consider picking up a broom. She stands up and dusts herself off. She starts to move away from the annoying Gryffindor who seems to hate her, but he grabs her left hand harshly and drags her back.

�What is this?�

Harry looks down to see what he�s talking about. He�s touching her mother�s ring. Harry snatches her hand back quickly.

�Don�t touch me.�

She rubs the ring, as though trying to get filth off of it. She even takes it off to make sure that nothing�s missing. She doesn�t know why, but she doesn�t trust the boy. Not that he�s shown her any reason to trust him.

As Harry�s looking over the ring, Ron grabs it from her hand.

�What do you think you�re doing? Give it back!�

Ron laughs and runs away from her. He grabs a broom as he runs and stops about twenty feet away from them.

Draco stalks towards him. �You really are stupid. Give it back Weasley.�

Ron sneers at Draco. �No. I don�t think I will. In fact, I think I�ll keep it. My mother would love to get this for her birthday, or Christmas.�

Harry glares at the boy from between her best friends. Draco moves forward a few more feet and Ron takes off into the air.

Harry wrenches herself away from her friends, and picks up her own broom. Within moments, she�s in the air behind him.

Ron turns around and almost drops Harry�s ring when he sees her behind him. He manages to keep hold of it, and puts on a burst of speed to keep away from her. Harry merely follows.

�I thought this was your first time flying!�

�It is!�

�Liar!�

Harry ignores the boy as he insults her. They fly over the forbidden forest, the lake, halfway to Hogsmeade, and back.

Ron finally begins to slow. Harry catches up to him and sits almost two feet from him. She extends her hand. �Please give it back.�

Ron sneers again and then smiles in a triumphant manner. �You want it? You�re going to have to catch it.� With that, he throws the ring as hard as he can in the direction of the castle.

Harry immediately gives chase. She winds around towers, over rooftops, and under walkways in her attempt to get ahead of it.

The ring, however, manages to hit a tower and starts falling towards the ground. Harry stops the broom and angles downward to catch it. The dive is steep and seems uncontrolled. Harry gets to within inches of the ground and skims along it.

She winds her ways through the students and plant life in her pursuit. When she finally catches her ring the broom stops and Harry tumbles to the ground with it in her hands.

Harry sits on the ground for a few minutes simply staring at her ring. She turns it over and over in her hands, assessing the damage.

When she finally looks up again, she looks out over a sea of students and teachers. Harry blushes as they all stare at her.

She puts her ring back on and stands up to take her punishment.

Severus Snape glides through the crowd as though it was water and comes to a halt in front of her.

�Miss Potter. You have disrupted the class-day, taken valuable study time away from the students, disobeyed a professor, and could have killed yourself! What do you have to say for yourself?�

Harry looks into the eyes of her Professor, and Head of House, and can�t think of anything to say. She lowers her head to look at her feet. She knows what�s coming now. She�s going to be expelled. Even though none of it was her fault. Harry stands awaiting the verdict for her actions. One thing�s for sure, though. If she�s not expelled, or even if she is, Ron Weasley�s life is going to be HELL.

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Another cliffie! I�m sorry, but I thought this was a good place to end. I�ve already started the next chapter. Yes. Harry is going to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team. No. She�s not going to tell the teacher�s about Ron. Nope. But the Slytherin�s will know the story before the day is out. Ron Weasley is going to wish he had never heard of Harry Potter.

Thank you thrnbrooke. I dodn't remember the flying instructor's name and I was too lazy to look it up. So thank you for knowing your Harry Potter trivia. I give you a virtual cookie.
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