HARRY POTTER AND THE POLICY OF POLITENESS
-By Satyam7166
Two great warriors of legend were seated around a kindly old priest. The gallant king Arthur decked in golden armor had his sword sheathed to his side, so brilliant was the sword's sheen that if one were to look at it, one would see a divinely golden hue surrounding the sheath, so unearthly was the sword that no sheath could ever hope of trapping its brilliance. To his side was seated Snow white, the most beautiful princess of her time, her beauty so radiant that all men and woman alike would find themselves frozen in her presence. Her gaze so alluring, one couldn't help but get enraptured by her hazel eyes which were full of warmth but also grace, a grace so otherworldly, it would make great queens of old die of shame. The smiling old priest on the other hand was adorned in simple white robes.
"Hear me, great warriors of old, I have summoned thee so-"
"BOY ! Bring your ass down here." Vernon Dursley calls out to me.I cringed from the inside but the polite smile plastered on my face did not waver,it will not waver.
You see, it did not take very long for me to realize that you could do the impossible with politeness. In my case the impossible was surviving with my uncle till my eighteenth birthday. I was roughly seven years away from accomplishing this . I had the usual orphaned sob story, parents dead in a supposed accident, 'evil' relatives taking custody and blah blah you'd think that I would be a lonely , sad abused child with no friends ,Nope I'm better than that, I am a lonely, sad abused child who thinks of his 'friends' as pawns to keep up his reputation in town …
When I think about it, I actually got it pretty bad ,huh ! Well, I'm not really lonely, I'm surrounded by people all the time,Also abuse is a slight exaggeration, A slap here, a belt there and that's all. When he's had a bad day at work, that fat pig who happens to be my uncle just tries really hard to find any reason to 'teach me manners'. And when he finds none, well, he makes one, the flimsiest of reasons with that tiny mush he calls a brain. The reasons he creates sometimes are so ridiculous; I don't even need to force my smile that particular day while practicing my expressions in front of the mirror. Ah ! Fond memories."BOY! You don't want me to come up there."
Aand he rudely interrupts my thoughts AGAIN. Uggh! …Just so you know, he's bluffing, he can't climb the stairs. I mean its physically impossible for him to climb the stairs,I wonder what he was talking about. I guess he is thinking of his clone of a spawn as himself, again.He really does that when he's drunk or high or both. Believe me when I say this,you do not want to see a Vernon dursley who is both drunk and high.
"Coming,uncle" I reply in the perfectly respectable and slightly shakable tone of voice I know he expects.
"Well, see you in a bit" I say to the wannabe warriors(Is snow white even a warrior..meh doesn't matter, the Drama teacher is quite lenient so I guess it's cool) .What's the name of our Drama by the way ?Ah,I keep forgetting, maybe Petunia's frying pan is getting to me. Amy gives me what passes for a disappointed shrug, Brad just huffs and puffs, annoyed that our little wannabe playtime got paused. He was always the overactive one. I give the sulking brats an apologetic smile and hurriedly change out of that cheesy 'kindly old priest' costume which screams 'clichéd manipulative old bastard' .I wonder what our drama teacher, Miss Jane was thinking when assigning me, the epitome of innocence and politeness , this questionable role?...Yeah right. Innocence was something I lost way back.I head for the door.
Anyways,Let me introduce myself. I am the tragic orphan, master manipulator (in my very arrogant opinion by the way).I am an exceedingly polite 11 year old trying very hard to live a perfectly normal life to appease a bunch of boring people of a lackluster community.I live with a sorry group of people who are way too overzealous in trying to appear normal. I am Harry Potter and this sort of sums my life.
AN:
Welcome to this story,this is my first one,so expect some errors. Your reviews will be greatly appreciated.I am also open to suggestions for the plot etc. But please PM me if that's the case.I have also heard that first timers tend to write mary sues.I am wholeheartedly trying not to do that .My Harry Potter has a few advantages: the first one is his politeness which may also translate as charm,if you squint at it hard enough. He also has one special power which I will not spoil for you(worry not,it is not some form of power which can level cities. Hint :A power from the marvel universe which is not unheard of in the HP universe).Harry will also lack certain morals and emotions as is normal for any child in his position, I think. Anyways I'd better get going.
AN2:
I need a little help here,newbie's right just so you know. After publishing my story,several of the words just vanished.I mean,is it normal ? I corrected it so let's see if this will repeat.
AN3: It has repeated,so many times that I think I now have a newfound respect for fanfic authors if this is what they go through. Or maybe this site is screwing with me.
