Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize. The only thing I own is the story and the OC's (who are not based off of any real people). All credit to JKR.
AN: I'm back. Here's another chapter of the story. Sorry for the wait but my internet has been down.
Kairan1979: I agree. However, I wasn't thinking about Dumbledore when I made Harry a chaser. In my mind Harry looks and acts just like I do. I like chaser better so I moved him there.
Leigh: Thank you for taking the time to write those long reviews. I realized that I botched the time change but it makes no difference really in the story. I also realize that they are throwing their money away but if I suddenly became a millionaire I would have some fun. Also I wrote in the summary that it was set in 2013.
Harry was tied to the gravestone. There was nothing he could do but watch as Voldemort climbed out of the cauldron. Then the Death Eaters came. Cedric rose from the ground and joined them, his lifeless body standing there like an inferi.
"You killed me," it said.
"No, it wasn't me, I didn't kill you," Harry said.
"You led me to my death. It's your fault I died!" Cedric yelled as all the bodies from the graves rose and attacked him.
"NOOO!" Harry screamed.
"Eli wake up!" someone yelled. Eli was suddenly doused in water. Coughing he looked up to see all of his room mates standing there watching him curiously. Johnny had his wand out and was pointing it at him. They asked him if he was okay and Eli said yes. He looked at the clock and saw that it was only 11:30. This has been going on for a month and he was averaging four hours of sleep each night. This time he only got one. He laid back down and tried to sleep. After ten minutes of tossing and turning he got up and went to the bathroom. Conjuring a glass of water he sat on the bathroom counter looking out the window and swirling the water. He hadn't really thought about his life until now. He would always keep busy to block out the memories. Quirrell's death, the basilisk, the dragon, the lake, and the graveyard dominated his thoughts. In every single one he had help. Dumbledore pulling him away from Quirrell, Fawkes bringing him the sword and hat, Moody telling him exactly how to beat the dragon, Dobby bringing him the gillyweed, the spirits of hiss parents protecting him from Voldemort. But what would happen when that help ran out. He resolved to do more, study harder, build strength. Anything he could do would help him. Then a pretty face from his classes invaded his brain. Sarah hated him and he didn't know why. He was always nice to her. He would only prank others who made him mad, like Brian. Brian was the fourth chaser on the team. He was just like Malfoy but more powerful. Sarah always seemed to side with Brian when they got into confrontations. They were neighbors for years until Sarah's dad died and she had to move. Apparently the same thing happened with Lily, James and Snape minus Lily's dad dying. His thoughts then shifted to his parents. Would they be proud that he ran away from the manipulations of Dumbledore? No, probably not, but it is his life and his struggles. From now on he wouldn't care about public opinion. He kept brooding until he heard a knock at the door.
"Eli, are you okay in there?" Caleb asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" Eli replied.
"Because it's 6 AM and you're usually the last one to wake up." Eli looked at the clock. So it was. He got down stretched and gulped down his now warm water and went to open the door.
"You look awful," Johnny said.
"I bet." Eli went to the bathroom and looked at his reflection. There were dark circles under his bloodshot eyes and his hair had lost its usual shine. He splashed some cold water on his face and that didn't help at all. Sighing he got dressed and waited for the others before going to breakfast. He ended up falling asleep in his pancakes and was woken up shortly before they were to go to class. Luckily they had Transfiguration first and were watching a movie for the last day before Thanksgiving break so he could sleep. He zombied his way into class and fell down in a chair. Michael came and sat down next to him.
"Hey bro what was that last night?" he asked.
"It was nothing. Just a bad dream."
"No. A bad dream is being chased by a bear. You were mumbling for ten minutes before we could wake you up, talking about murduring professors and killing snakes. Then you mumble about not having your soul sucked out. You need to go to the infirmary, get a dreamless sleep potion and sleep for twelve hours."
"I think I'll do that," Eli slurred before falling back asleep. Michael responded by clapping right next to his ear.
"Hey! Some of us are trying to watch a movie," yelled a voice. Eli stood up to look at the person. Sarah was staring back at him waiting for his witty reply.
"Sorry." She suddenly looked horrified at his appearance. Eli didn't say anything more and walked to the back of the room where the professor was sitting at his desk grading papers.
"Mr. M, could I go to the nurse?" Eli said.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"No," Eli slurred being too tired to talk properly. He was allowed to go and left before the teacher finished signing his name on the note. Walking into the hallway he noticed two things he desperately didn't want to see right now. One was Brian Connors and the other was his friend Ed. They were talking animatedly about something when they noticed him.
"Well, well, well. Look who we've got here."
"It appears to be a lone Eli Ramsey," Ed said. "We grow tired of your crap and we feel like you need to be taught a lesson in humility." They quickly attacked him, punching and kicking him. Eli tried to fight back but he was tired and outnumbered. They kept at it for a good ten minutes until they decided to call it off. Then they left him lying in the hallway to be found later.
Eli woke up in the infirmary. He sat up and realized that he was not alone. Next to him was another student. He did not recognize the other boy.
"Hey," Eli said. "What time is it?"
The other boy turned and looked at a clock on his bedside table. "It is 7:30 PM."
"Okay thanks." A nurse then came over and looked at him sternly.
"Mr. Ramsey. How many times have you been here this year?" she asked.
Eli thought for a minute before saying: "Seven."
"And how long have you been attending this school?"
"Twelve weeks." Eli said after a minute.
"Exactly you are here more often than anybody I've ever met. Do you like being stuck here?" Eli shook his head. "Then take better care of yourself." She had him drink another dreamless sleep potion and then left.
Eli woke the next morning and was cleared to leave. He put his clothes on and walked to the cafeteria. He found his friends at their usual spot and began to eat. They filled him in on what happened while he was gone. Then the President of the school got up to speak.
"I only have a few words to say," he began. "Firstly, the next Quidditch game will be the Saturday after we return. Second, and most important, have a safe Thanksgiving break and stay out of trouble. Thank you."