Haunted

Harry awoke with a jolt, pain serging through his body. Somehow last night he had managed to

find his was back to his dorm room. He rolled over in his four poster bed, feeling as if hed been

slapped many times in the face, and thrown into the wall over and over. When in all actuality

he was. He reached for his glasses on his night stand only to find out that they had been

smashed into two different pieces. Fumbling for his wand Harry magicked his his glasses

whole, as he placed his glases on his nose the memories from last night suddenly came flooding

back into his mind. The sharp pain that cut through his body as his attacker ripped through

him. The cold voice that must have belonged to someone that hated him, and wanted to harm

him terribly bad. Tears formed in Harrys eyes as he tried to magic his wounds away. He

managed most of them, but some would have to stay as a permanat reminder of what had

happeto hto him...


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His friends tought he seemed distant ,he bearly spoke a word to anyone throughout breakfast.

He told thin he had falling out of bed last night due to his dreams. And that that was where the

marks came from.

He kept playing the events over and over is mis mind until they blurred together. He thought of

telling Professor Dumbledore but embarrassment stopped him. He couldn't even began to

process the look on his Headmasters face when he went though the details of his attack. He

thought of telling Ron and Hermione. As soon as he thought it he pushed that thought to the

back of his mind. Ron would want to find the bloke and fight him, rather or push Harry away.

Harry didn't think Ron could handle that fact that his attacker was a male. Let alone that he was

attacked. And Hermione, she tell him to go straight to Dumbledore and make a big fuss until he

did... No, no, hed have to keep it a secret until he figured someone he could talk to about it.

Harry kept quiet though his Defence Against The Dark Arts class,was was unusally odd because this was his favorite

class. He kept his head down not talking to anyone as he walked down the cold hallway to the

dungeon for his Double Potions with Professor Snape and the Slytherins, who just so happend

to be his least favorite people... He could already hear the comments from Malfoy on he

stranger than usual behavior. But there werent any commenst from Malfoy beacuse Malfoy

didnt turn up to Potions until it was half over...

" Ah Mr. Malfoy, finally come to grace us with you preasence." Snape called out as Malfoy

took his seat at the front of the room with his croonies Craand and Goyle.

"Im sorry Sir. I awoke late" Was Malfoys out of character reply. Snape just mearly

nodded at him.

" It never ceases to amaze me the way Malfoy gets away with everything. Its like Snape

and him are a couple" Ron said with his lip curled in discust. " Are you listening to me mate?"

Ron said nudging Harry softly. Harry shook his head slowly in response. Ron patted his

shoulder softly. " you alright you look kind of sick."

"Im not feeling the greatest today, I think it was the dinner we had last night, something

wasnt cooked right." Harry said softly. " Please try and pay attention Ron, we dont need Snape

taking tons of points away from Gryffindor for us talking, I'll be ok, really," Harry added noteing

the sceptical look Ron was giving him. Harry sat thought most of the rest of the class thinking of

who could possibly have attacked him last night. Nobody had seemed to beatinating him

different or acting strangly. Well there was Malfoy,but who knew about him anyway. Harry

slowly looked over in Malfoys direction just as Malfy quicky looked away from Harry. Harry

looked harder. Why was he staring at me Harry thought. He finally looked away and continued

to write doen his Potions note. A little while later he senced someone looking at him again. He

look up and this time he cought him. Malfoy was hardcore staring at him. Harry stared back

whith the same intensity. Malfoy slowly licked his lips, his famous smirk nowhere to be seen. The usually snotty look on his face was replaced with a look that Harry couldnt place. Then it hit him, like the first blow from his attacker. Harry stood up

slowly. Realization dawing on him in a sick morbid way.

"Professor Snape" Harry started not taking his eyes off of Malfoy, who was now

swollowing hard.

" What is it Potter?" Snape asked irratedly, turning to look coldly at Harry.

" I feel Im going to be sick." Harry said weakly.

" Very well," Snape said gruffly. Go on the the Hospital Wing. I will send someone to

accompany you" Ron and Hermoine jumped up quickly. " I dont think so, thats all I need, three

Gryffindors roaming th hallways. Merlin knows what will happen next. No, I'll choose one of

mine." Snape decied looking around. Harry began to panic, before Snape could chose he

begain to quickly walk out of the classroom.

"Ill be fine on my own thanks." He called back as he left the room."

"Oh Gods no, that just someting else I need, a dieing Harry Potter in our hallways. No,

Malfoy, since youve missed most of this class anyway, you go with him."

"Yes Sir," Malfoy replied softly. Which was very unsual for Malfoy for he never did anything softly.
Harry turned and took one look in Malofys direction.

There he saw it writtenall over his face as if in a journal or someting. Guilt. As Malfoy steped

outside of the classroom, he looked at Harry. " Potter" he wispered. Harry stayed no longer. At full speed he

turned and took off running, the sounds of his attacker following close behind ...