All rights to Harry Potter belong to J.. The rest is my idea only.
Hi. This is my new story. Read and tell me if it is worth to continue this story. If so I have a couple more chapters written and I will update them soon if you like it.
In small bedroom that was few years ago second room of Dudley Dursley there was nothing that would catch your eye for even for a second, but if you were with the intent of finding something, you could see a boy sitting on his bed with his legs close to his chest, that was still as a stone. He didn't move at all. The only thing he seemed to do was looking at the window.
The said boy was starring at something outside again with unseeing eyes. When he looked outside he saw nothing and it was just like inside him. Nothing. He felt nothing and it was like that for a long time. He stopped taking care of anything. Of his friends, of his dead family, of Voldemort, of Hogwarts, and most of all his own life. It was worthless. Nothing was important anymore. Because everything was a lie. There was nothing he could feel, not after what happened.
At the moment the boy whose name was Harry, felt that someone was shaking him and then slapping him. He turned his face to see red face of his uncle yelling at him. He didn't care what Vernon was saying, but to his mind come few words that he understood. Kitchen. Breakfast. Chores. Garden. Cleaning.
Harry stood and walked to the kitchen. His day passed just like the day before, just like any day since he returned from Hogwarts. At that thought he stopped thinking. It brought every memory that he didn't want to remember. After doing everything he was supposed to do he returned to his room. After closing the door, Harry leaned his back on them.
Today was last day of summer. Tomorrow he was supposed to return to the hell. Hogwarts. Dumbledore. Voldemort. War. Sirius. Ron. Hermione. Death Eaters. All of it was hell. Those he thought that were friends turned to be something other. Enemies still were them, but there were even more reasons to hate them.
In that moment Harry who for the first time since the beginning of the summer thought of the last year events, felt something. At the first he could not name it. But then it come to him what that feeling was called. It was frustration. Then came irritation. And anger. In few minutes loads of emotions came to him. And he could name them. Disgust, rage, loathing. For the first time in months he knew what he felt and he understood that in all summer he had feelings. But he could not name them, because of them. All holidays he was depressed , he felt helpless by dishonesty of his so called friends.
Even if he didn't want to think, he knew he had to. After return of Voldemort last year, everything changed, every lie that was told to him was now known to him. He could not go back there as if nothing happened. If only he was brilliant actor, he would have played like he didn't know, he would act so they didn't even suspect he had knowledge of every lie. But that wasn't possible, Harry knew, that if he saw even one person that was on his hate list right now, he would lose his temper. And that he could not do. The consequences would be to serve. There had to be some other way.
Everyone wanted something from him and they would do anything to get it. By any means. For greater good, for pureness, for money, for liberty… The list was long. The so called good wizards had their needs and image how the world should look like, just like dark wizards. The both groups would do anything to see that it went their way. And that meant that they would have to use Harry. It didn't matter for either organization that he would suffer, be in pain, die or go mad.
Although it wasn't like it matter to him. His own life or well-being. In that moment he blew a fuse and drew himself up and … smirked. He had a purpose. He had an idea He will not allow any of them to use him and what more he will do anything to see all of them fail, to see them all crushed when their dreams will fall apart in front of their eyes. He will take one after another. First he will take the small ones, then a little bigger and in the end he will take everything from them. And by doing that he will take his revenge. Neither Dumbledore and his followers nor Voldemort with his Death Eaters will win. He will. And after that he will take his own life, because it was his only and it was possession that was precious to him and others. It was his and only he will take it from himself. And by that he will further burry their dreams. Because there will be no turning everything back after his death.
Yes all their dreams will be buried five meters under the ground. He will give them not only taste of their own medicine, he will give them whole goblet. They will drink every single drop from it. He would see to it.
Once again I am asking if this story is good and worth to update more. And by the way I am looking for beta for this story if you deem it good enough.
Yours
Lady Azaria