So here's chapter 2… you people better not get used to this, you're getting far too spoiled as it is.

Plot Bunny Whisperer's Defying Gravity: 100 Prompts

Chapter 9: Prompt 98: Autumn (Writer's Choice) (First in the Season Quartet.)
Word Count: 100

"Autumn was many things, but for a teenager it was the start of a new school year. Harry had had many autumns before, but none perhaps so nerve-wracking as this one. Not only was he starting a new school year, it was in a new school, a new country, and a new set of social norms to get used to. He was insane to have decided to leave the magical world, even if staying in England was no longer an option.

Laying eyes on David "The Fury" Karofsky for the first time, however, made him reevaluate his opinion of autumn."

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Harry took a deep, somewhat shaky breath of crisp morning air and glanced up morosely at the intimidating muggle building in front of him. A muggle High School, if the administrator said school was to be believed. Why Harry had chosen to go back to the muggle world and not only that, the American muggle world, after the defeat of Voldemort was escaping him at the moment. He blamed it on the rather impressive chorus of honking, jeering, and crowds of students loudly greeting each other in the parking lot before they reluctantly filtered inside.

With autumn came many different things, but since Harry was eleven, he had looked forward to the season above all others… Usually. Harry usually enjoys this season because it meant he could return to Hogwarts, the place he'd come to call home in his seven years of attending the school.

But this year was by far the most nerve-wracking autumn he's had to experience to date, and Harry is including his first year at Hogwarts in that comparison. Not only was he starting a new year, it was in a new school, in a new country, and had a totally different set of social norms that he had to get used to.

Yeah, Harry's still kicking himself for going against his gut instinct that told him to not listen to Hermione's idea of a fresh start. Holing himself up in Grimmauld Place and becoming a hermit with only Hedwig to keep him company was sounding better by the minute. Why on earth had Harry thought that enrolling in a muggle High School in Lima, Ohio, America for his Senior year would be a welcome and inviting change from the hordes of demanding fans and eager marriage proposals. Why on earth had he listened to Hermione when she suggested that he might enjoy seeing what muggle education had to offer.

Merlin, Harry knew better than to let that woman talk to him when he was tired and a little too amiable.

He was clearly insane to have decided to leave the magical world even if staying in England was no longer an option for him.

Harry gave another gusty sigh, cast a longing glance back toward Sirius' old motorcycle, and then squared his shoulders and entered William McKinley High School like he did everything else… head on.

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Harry pasted a bored expression on his face. He'd been ignored, shoved, stared at, or blatantly drooled on all day and he'd had just about enough of it. He wasn't going to become a floor mat for a bunch of ignorant teenagers whose definition of a dramatic crisis involves the phrase 'They aren't serving tots! What has this world come to?'

So when he got stopped in the hall by way of big black paw wrapped around his upper arm in a non- too- friendly grip, Harry started looking for somewhere to throw his fist.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the criminally bad threat, Harry took his time to glance around and look his "captor" up and down before shoving his own threat back in a brilliantly cutting manner. Though he much rather used his fist or say his wand to resolve the problem, Harry figured he had better behave.

Smirking, Harry looked over the "big, bad wolf's" shoulder and was at first slightly taken aback, but the second it took Harry to recover, was all he needed to change his rather hasty opinion of declaring this "trip" a failure.

Harry had a type. And the teen that was staring him down was definitely it. Big, strong, with delicious arms, and heat in his gaze. One word… Yum.

Though judging by all the homophobic slurs and racial remarks he'd heard throughout the day so far, Harry's guess would be that he was looking at a closet case… a bad one. Harry's smirk just deepened. Harry could totally do that as long as he got to do him.

Yeah, his opinion of autumn had been fully restored there was little to no doubt left in Harry's mind.

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Even getting shoved into the lockers hard enough to bruise wasn't enough to ruin Harry's good mood. As luck would have it, Harry had seen David "The Fury" Karofsky's little smile and pink cheeks. Oh, Harry knew that David knew he was gay, he just didn't want to accept it. Harry could work with that.

Now, earlier that day in French (a class Harry wasn't sure how or why Hermione had gotten him enrolled in because Harry hadn't ever taken/spoken a word of French in life), Kurt had mentioned something about a gleeee club. The only thing that the pale boy had really said was that they were the club of misfits and would accept anyone. That sounded good enough for Harry, now he just had to find the damn room.

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A/N:

I'm sure you've all realized how this is going to go. I'm taking a drabble(in any order that I deem appropriate) from The Plot Bunny Whisperer's Defying Gravity: 100 Prompts and am turning it into a chapter for my story.

If you haven't gone and read her drabble set, I would recommend it. She has more than 24 chapters with more on the way and they're all very good. I'm just hoping to keep up and give her a story with actual chapters! She's been more than willing to help when I'm stuck on a plot point ;)

On another note, I just wanted to say thank you to those who have left reviews, they truly do help to fuel a writer's drive to work on a story!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy!

Triden