Secrets Unveiled

Chapter 1

Harry's POV:

Summer was coming up, everyone in the dorm was packing up excitedly. Everyone but me. I knew what awaited me when i got "Home" and I was looking for any excuse to stay at the school.

"Harry!" Ron's voice interrupted my thoughts.

Sighing I figured he wouldn't leave until I answered him, "Yes Ron?"

"Have you seen my Gryffindor scarf? it was sitting right here a minute ago...? his voice trailed off as he gestured to his cluttered bed.

"No Ron, I Haven't see your scarf, it's probably under that pile on your bed." I turned back to my own space, where nothing had been placed back into my discarded trunk.

"Thanks for the help mate." his angry and sarcastic voice didn't faze me in the slightest. I was used to his mood swings by now. Ron eventually just started to pile everything into his trunk without care. Clothing was mashed into obscure corners, books were piled on to of each other with no care that they're pages were now smashed and dented, parchment and old homework where shoved in until he could get the lid closed. "Well, it's dinner time, you were so much help Harry." his glare was hard to mis, but i wasn't worried. Once he began to eat he would forget why he was mad at me.

I still hadn't started my own packing, and i was now alone in the gryffindor boys dorm. There was no use avoiding the inevitable. I began to slowly pick up and fold the discarded clothing from the floor where i usually through it when changing. It was mindless work, leaving me to my thoughts. All i had to do was survive the summer, that's not hard. Why did I kid myself? surviving the summer? There's no way i could do that alone. After i got into Hogwarts and the Dursleys learned that i couldn't do magic outside of school, they made my life there hell.

Eventually i ran out of laundry to fold, so i started to make pile's of books, parchment and other school items on the desk, clearing out the drawers as i go. The bottom one was all that's left to clean out.

I double checked that i was alone, then began to undo the complex locking charm i had on it. The first thing inside the magically expanded drawer was my invisibility cloak and Marauder's Map, placed there when i found Ron snooping around my stuff one day. Once those items were removed you would find vials upon vials of different potions. Each one was labeled with a steady hand that read what the potion was, what it did, and what dosage to take and when.

If someone were to snoop into this drawer and find them, they would assume that i'd been nicking them from the hospital wing, never in their right mind would they think that I, Harry Potter, had spent countless hours brewing them in one abandoned classroom or another, writing out each label by hand in my best handwriting. No, because I was Harry Potter, i'm not supposed to be good at potions, and especially not enjoy the way each concoction reacted with each new ingredient. No I'm the golden boy, everyone has an opinion of me weather or not they've met me or even seen me.

I began taking each bottle and setting it carefully in a magically extended box with cushioning charms placed to keep them safe. I put the pain relievers at the front, knowing i would need them most, behind it went the bruise cream, 4 large glass jars of it, next went the skella-grow for his broken bones, the blood replenishing for when Uncle Vernon's in a bad mood, Burn ointment, a multitude of dreamless sleep potions, and finally rolls and rolls of bandages. I'd nicked those.