Chapter 1
The winds whipped sharply at the old, dying trees that looked as though they had been set a blaze millions of times over. If they could speak, they could tell you the history of this now darkening world, but alas they cannot from years of smog and acidic smoke.These trees belonged to a once throughly protected land which many used to call a happy place, a place for the youth of the wonderful world hidden by a vail of magic to learn and experience life to its fullest. This place was deemed Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Once bright and cheery this huge castle though still lit with a soft mellow glow of lanterns wore a dark swirlling, growing cloud over its crown, and the people that lived here looked ghostly and parinoid.. not something you would expect from the memories you have heard. One boy however seemed more depressed than all the others as he shuffled through a cold, dank corridor on his way to Potions class.
'The boy who lived', 'Golden boy', 'The eighth wonder of the world'. So many names given to him by so many people and yet all he longed for was to be called by a regular name, treated like a regular person.. not being followed around by professor and student a like afraid that he may vanish or combust at any moment. Harry Potter quickened his pace down the hall trying to widden the gap between himself a hoard of fifth year gryffindor fangirls. Harry froze and sighed when one of the girls called out his name and then took advantage of his courtesy by pouncing on him, 'H-hi Harry.. h- how are y-you feeling?' The brunett asked in a quavering voice that made even her eyes shake with anticipation and anexity, Harry sighed and raked a hand through his jet black, tousled hair causing the girls no less than three feet away to sigh. 'I'm fine.. now if you'll excuse me..' Harry rounded sharply and made for a hasty retreat that was only blocked by the fifth year annoyance once more, 'Are you sure? You look awfully pale, maybe we should take you to see Madmade Pomfery, or maybe-..' Harry was forced to suffocate a growl as he balled his hands into fists at his sides shaking his head just slightly *Bloody broad sounds like 'Mione on a quiz day..* his mind drawled as he let her finish not even catching half the words she said, Harry then simply replied.. 'No, that's quite alright. I'm fine thanks.' He took a few brisk steps forward which were only stopped when the girls outstretched arm blocked his path. Harry's fists now became clenched so tightly that his knuckles went white as the moon and his own anger began to boil.. if the girl didn't leave now she was going to be left in little peices on the floor. 'Your not going anywhere until you tell me the truth!' She squeaked, trying to sound commanding but failing miserably. Harry closed his eyes and was seconds from exploding when a icy, drawling voice cracked his demenor and made him stiffen.. 'Look you little half-breed can't you see that Potter doesn't wish to play twenty questions with you? Sod off wont you, the boy will be late for class..' Harry mouth hung wide open as the girl scuttled off, passing the owner of the voice and rejoining her friends as they squealed and gossiped vanishing around a corner.
Draco Malfoy struted with his usual powerful essence toward Harry and placed a chilling hand on his shoulder before he lent in and whispered, 'Now you owe me Potter.. keep that in mind wont you?' Malfoy passed him in a flourish of black robes and disappeared leaving poor Harry thunderstruck at Draco's 'polite' attitude, shaking his head he regained composure and sprinted quickly off to Potions.. now fifteen minutes late. *Snape's going to let me have it..* Harry thought groaning at the oncoming slaughter that awaited him when he slowed and finally stopped in front of the 'Gaint Bat's' classroom. Harry took a deep breath and clutched the handle pushing it open entering the moldy, musk scented classroom.. he now stood there with a raidence of power ready to face his fate as he stared into the rage filled eyes of his most hated professor.. Severus Snape.
The winds whipped sharply at the old, dying trees that looked as though they had been set a blaze millions of times over. If they could speak, they could tell you the history of this now darkening world, but alas they cannot from years of smog and acidic smoke.These trees belonged to a once throughly protected land which many used to call a happy place, a place for the youth of the wonderful world hidden by a vail of magic to learn and experience life to its fullest. This place was deemed Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Once bright and cheery this huge castle though still lit with a soft mellow glow of lanterns wore a dark swirlling, growing cloud over its crown, and the people that lived here looked ghostly and parinoid.. not something you would expect from the memories you have heard. One boy however seemed more depressed than all the others as he shuffled through a cold, dank corridor on his way to Potions class.
'The boy who lived', 'Golden boy', 'The eighth wonder of the world'. So many names given to him by so many people and yet all he longed for was to be called by a regular name, treated like a regular person.. not being followed around by professor and student a like afraid that he may vanish or combust at any moment. Harry Potter quickened his pace down the hall trying to widden the gap between himself a hoard of fifth year gryffindor fangirls. Harry froze and sighed when one of the girls called out his name and then took advantage of his courtesy by pouncing on him, 'H-hi Harry.. h- how are y-you feeling?' The brunett asked in a quavering voice that made even her eyes shake with anticipation and anexity, Harry sighed and raked a hand through his jet black, tousled hair causing the girls no less than three feet away to sigh. 'I'm fine.. now if you'll excuse me..' Harry rounded sharply and made for a hasty retreat that was only blocked by the fifth year annoyance once more, 'Are you sure? You look awfully pale, maybe we should take you to see Madmade Pomfery, or maybe-..' Harry was forced to suffocate a growl as he balled his hands into fists at his sides shaking his head just slightly *Bloody broad sounds like 'Mione on a quiz day..* his mind drawled as he let her finish not even catching half the words she said, Harry then simply replied.. 'No, that's quite alright. I'm fine thanks.' He took a few brisk steps forward which were only stopped when the girls outstretched arm blocked his path. Harry's fists now became clenched so tightly that his knuckles went white as the moon and his own anger began to boil.. if the girl didn't leave now she was going to be left in little peices on the floor. 'Your not going anywhere until you tell me the truth!' She squeaked, trying to sound commanding but failing miserably. Harry closed his eyes and was seconds from exploding when a icy, drawling voice cracked his demenor and made him stiffen.. 'Look you little half-breed can't you see that Potter doesn't wish to play twenty questions with you? Sod off wont you, the boy will be late for class..' Harry mouth hung wide open as the girl scuttled off, passing the owner of the voice and rejoining her friends as they squealed and gossiped vanishing around a corner.
Draco Malfoy struted with his usual powerful essence toward Harry and placed a chilling hand on his shoulder before he lent in and whispered, 'Now you owe me Potter.. keep that in mind wont you?' Malfoy passed him in a flourish of black robes and disappeared leaving poor Harry thunderstruck at Draco's 'polite' attitude, shaking his head he regained composure and sprinted quickly off to Potions.. now fifteen minutes late. *Snape's going to let me have it..* Harry thought groaning at the oncoming slaughter that awaited him when he slowed and finally stopped in front of the 'Gaint Bat's' classroom. Harry took a deep breath and clutched the handle pushing it open entering the moldy, musk scented classroom.. he now stood there with a raidence of power ready to face his fate as he stared into the rage filled eyes of his most hated professor.. Severus Snape.