No More Hiding

AN: This is my first Harry Potter fic, and the first time I’m trying to do something besides a PWP. PLEASE REVIEW that way I know what I need to fix, what needs work, and what’s good.

I love me some Harry/Draco action.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the characters and all other things related to Harry Potter…the plots the only thing that’s mine and I’m definitely not making any money off it. (grr. Argh.)

CHAPTER 1

Harry had been home for two weeks already following his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most of it was spent grieving for Sirius and berating himself for his foolish actions causing his Godfather’s death. (In between chores and “punishments” from Uncle Vernon.)

Gradually, the grieving turned to self pity, and then to anger. Anger at the Wizarding world for so many things, such as stealing away his time that could have been spent with Sirius. When he entered that world, he thought it was his chance to finally be free and be himself. But no, he had to fit himself into this stupid mold that was already laid out for him by all the people who knew nothing about him. They wanted him to follow their rules and play their game. Do their work for them.

“No more, dammit!” he slammed his fist on the bed muttering, “I need to find out who I am and what I enjoy. I’m done being miserable. It’s ridiculous already!”

Knowing that he couldn’t just discover himself in five minutes, Harry decided to enlist some help. Who could he trust? Who would help him make decisions, actually listen to his desires and thoughts and feelings and not laugh. Someone who would take him seriously, but also give him wise advise? It could only be Remus. Remus who was also grieving for his lost friend, and would probably benefit from spending time with Harry instead of by himself.

Harry quickly penned off a note to Remus requesting some time to speak with him, and if possible could he come around to Privet drive for tea Tuesday afternoon. He made sure to stress that it was just for a talk and there was nothing wrong or dangerous going on. Tying the letter to Hedwig’s leg, Harry sent the letter off hoping for a quick response.

Grabbing a muggle notebook, Harry started making a list of things he might be interested in, and a separate list of things he wasn’t interested in. It was easiest to start with school subjects and clubs. “Well, I love quidditch, that’s for sure. And I love flying. I hate History, but Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration are awesome. Potions…” here he paused. “I’m going to put that on the undecided list. Snape is such a git he doesn’t’ really give me the chance to know if I hate it or not, or just hate him.”

Finishing his school topics, Harry branched out to other areas of his life and after a couple of hours, the lists were pretty long. Looking at the clock, he saw it was time to put his lists away and get ready for the day.

Being sure to miss all the squeaky spots, Harry crept to the bathroom before the Horrid Ones woke up. Last thing he needed was a couple more bruises before Remus showed up. Hopefully he could make it to tea tomorrow without any “punishments” being applied.

After finishing his morning ablutions, Harry put on some clothes and went downstairs to start breakfast. By the time he was done Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were sitting at the table waiting expectantly. “Cooking should be added to my list of ‘likes’, even if it’s for the Dursley’s, I guess,” thought Harry as he served them their food and then waited to clean up after them. By now, he knew not to expect any food at all. He had his own stash upstairs anyway, which he only picked at when no one was home but him. It wouldn’t’ do to be caught with food in this house if your name was Harry James Potter.

“We are leaving for Aunt Marge’s tonight after I get home from work and will be staying there until August 1st. You are not coming with us. There will be no funny business while we are gone!” Uncle Vernon was almost purple in the face by this point, wagging his finger in his scrawny nephews face. “This doesn’t mean you can go back to your lazy ways, boy! If I come back and find anything wrong or that you’ve been practicing your freakish ways, its back to the cupboard with you! I don’t’ care what those other freaks say, you hear me?”

“Yes Uncle Vernon.” Harry cleaned up the dishes and went out into the garden to start his chores. He waited until he was outside to breathe a sigh of release. This would make all his plans much easier to follow through with. Hopefully by August 1st, he wouldn’t still be in the house. “I can’t wait for the day that I can leave here and not look back.”

Two hours later, the raven haired boy was still working steadily in his Aunt’s garden, when Hedwig flew down to land on his shoulder with a note on his leg. “What do you have there, girl? Oh, Remus wrote back!” He ran his fingers through her feathers for a minute, to show his appreciation and then let the snowy owl fly off to hunt.

Harry,

Of course I’ll come to tea. Expect me at 2pm tomorrow. I hope you are doing well, cub.

See you soon,

Remus

The rest of the day flew by for Harry, and when the Dursley’s backed out of the driveway, he sighed in complete relief that he had two whole weeks free from his obnoxious relatives.


TBC...
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