If this is shirt I'm so so sorry. Will be updated multiple times but bit by bit as I'm a slow writer and school and stuff makes me busy.
Harry sighed as he sat in his room at the leaky cauldron. He was just so.. bored. He didn't understand any of his homework. How was he supposed to know the effects stirring clockwise would do on a potion!? The book didn't say anything about that at all, just stupid recipes.
Harry glanced at his trunk, and then after some not-so-careful consideration, he stood up and wandered over to his trunk. Hedwig was off delivering a letter to Ron for him, and he spent the money he had from last year on all of his school supplies. He'd have to go to Gringotts again.
He should probably take more of his money and buy some more books to explain it to him. Harry hadn't really tried at all in school before to understand everything, but with this super difficult homework, he realised that he seriously needed it.Â
He undid the worn lock on his trunk and slid it open, picking up the shimmery grey cloak from inside. Harry grinned a toothy grin before he wrapped himself up in the soft fabric. It was always quite warm, like a big blanket that fit him perfectly and kept him away from everyone's staring.Â
Everyone always stared. He always hated the stares, the whispers, the way they quickly switched between malic and wonder as soon as one thing happened that he didn't even do, as soon as something was blamed on him.
 His house had always turned their back on him, the whole school had. Malfoy never changed, though. He was always the same, no matter the situation.
 Harry's mind started to wander by now. What Malfoy said befire the sorting, 'the wrong sort'? Ron kind of was the wrong sort for Harry to be friends with. He was loud, attention seeking, and so lazy. Harry used to be spending every day back in the library at private drive, and now he was just.. dumbing himself down.
 He didn't want Ron to see him as stuck-up like Ron had thought of Hermione. Harry didn't want to beat Hermione's grades either. She deserved them, and Harry never deserved anything but pain. Harry deserves to be hurt, and that's it. He knows that, but sometimes he just has to remind himself a bit more. Â
Harry wasn't dumb. He just didn't want his first friends to leave him.Â
He knew he shouldn't sneak off, but.. it was just too tempting. He creot towards the door but then remembered his invisibility cloak was judt slung on his shoulders so it wouldn't cover much important stuff, really.
I'll write more of this chapter later, sorry I just got busy with homework and stuff. 😅