Farther
By Reanne080
Rated R
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Hello, everyone. Well, I have decided to write another story. I
hope that this will be a long one, but I will not guarantee anything.
This is also going to be unlike anything I have written before, so
please bear with me. I am doing a couple of different things in
this story. The main one is that this is probably not going to have
a lot of romance in it, which every story I have written so far has
been. In addition, this will deal with "mild" child abuse. I say mild
because it is not going to be nearly as bad as a lot of the fics I have
read. I am not going to have Harry totally traumatized over this.
There is cussing, too. In addition, I am hoping to make this story
be a response to the Severitus Challenge. If you do not know the
details of this, look up the penname "Severitus" There is a link there.
^_^. I hope this will be on par with some of the ones I have read so
far. Thanks and enjoy!
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Wish I was too dead to cry
A self affliction face
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochist to which I cater
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won't let go 'till it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason
My thoughts are open season
For this I gave up trying
One good time deserves my dying
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won't let go 'till it bleeds
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shelf forgotten with it's memories
Diaries left with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won't let go 'till it bleeds
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be, yeah
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, once I hold on
I'll never live down my disease
~ Corey Taylor---Bother
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Harry lay in his bed, tears running down his face. It was all he
could do to keep from sobbing aloud. The events from the end
of last year were still fresh in his mind. They never left him alone,
those memories. They tormented him, night and day. A part of
him knew there was nothing he could have done, but he still felt
over whelming guilt.
It did not help that his relatives, the Dursleys, were being even
more horrid to him this summer, if that were possible. He had
even more chores to do, since he was going to turn 15 this summer.
He did not get much sleep, either. He was having two different type
of dreams and neither allowed him much rest. It was either
Voldemort, who was a lot busier now that he had a body, and the
ones that dealt with the third task. In addition, the punishments for
"misbehaving" were worse, too. If he did not have his chores done,
he was punished. That happened almost daily, since he did not get
enough sleep or to eat to have the proper energy needed to do them.
At first, it was just a smack on the back of his head. Then it was a
smack to the face. Eventually, it was a closed fist to the face and
as summer progressed, it got steadily worse.
Around mid-summer, Harry was not looking all that good. He was
thin, pale (despite having to work in the yard to keep the Dursly's
yard up to par with their neighbor's), had large circles under his
eyes from lack of sleep, and bruises covering a lot of his body. He
did not know how much more he could take. He knew he should not
feel sorry for him self. At least he was alive. Cedric did not have that.
That was what made it impossible for Harry to end it all, even though
he was sorely tempted at times. He could not go visit Ron this summer
because the threat was too much and he did not want to burden the
Weasly's, who were more of a family to him then his own blood
relatives.
As the sobs subsided, Harry looked out his barred window to see the
first hint of the dawn. He sighed deeply, knowing that he was going
to have to get up and start on breakfast soon. He wiped his face with
his overly large tee shirt and got up. He quickly and quietly went to
the bathroom and took a birdbath. He was not allowed to take a full
show, as water cost money. He briefly looked into the mirror and
sighed. His hair, which had never grown before, was now at his
shoulders. He did not know if this was because he was too tired
after a day of chores, for whatever reason, or if he just did not
care anymore. He did not know how he was controlling his hair
growth anyway. He also noticed that because of his lack of food
and appetite that his cheeks had lost some their fullness and his
face seemed a little longer and features a little more sharper.
He just shrugged and went on to do his day of chores.
*************************************************************
Severus Snape was very pissed off. He was stalking down the
hallways to Dumbledore's office, a letter clutched in his hands.
His face was a mask of barely controlled anger. He growled
out the password and the statue jumped aside very quickly.
He stormed up into the office.
Albus was sitting at his desk when he heard the statue's opening.
He was startled at the commotion, but quickly composed his face
to reveal nothing. He was not too surprised that the person
storming into his office was Snape.
"Ah, Severus. What can I do for you?" His eyes dancing merrily.
Severus made a harsh sound at the back of his throat and slammed
the letter on Albus' desk and glared at him.
Albus raised an eyebrow and picked up the letter. As he read the
letter, his eyes got wider and wider. At the end of the letter, Albus
looked up at Snape. "You know what has to happen now, don't you?"
At this, Snape sank into the chair in front of Albus' desk in shock. It
was simply too much information for his to take in. After a few silent
few minutes, he looked up at the older man and whispers in a
disbelieving tone, "You mean it's true? It's not a cruel joke?" There
almost seemed to be hope shining in his eyes.
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Well, there you have it. The first chapter. I will warn you that
I have a short attention span. So I will need a lot of reminders to
post new chapters. The more you bug me and the better the
reviews, the faster I will post. ^_^. Nothing like a little blackmail.
Also, if I feel I get a flame that I don't deserve, then I will flame
back! And I do have a nasty little temper. ::smiles serenely::
Thanks for reading. Please leave a review!
By Reanne080
Rated R
*************************************************************
Hello, everyone. Well, I have decided to write another story. I
hope that this will be a long one, but I will not guarantee anything.
This is also going to be unlike anything I have written before, so
please bear with me. I am doing a couple of different things in
this story. The main one is that this is probably not going to have
a lot of romance in it, which every story I have written so far has
been. In addition, this will deal with "mild" child abuse. I say mild
because it is not going to be nearly as bad as a lot of the fics I have
read. I am not going to have Harry totally traumatized over this.
There is cussing, too. In addition, I am hoping to make this story
be a response to the Severitus Challenge. If you do not know the
details of this, look up the penname "Severitus" There is a link there.
^_^. I hope this will be on par with some of the ones I have read so
far. Thanks and enjoy!
*************************************************************
Wish I was too dead to cry
A self affliction face
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochist to which I cater
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won't let go 'till it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason
My thoughts are open season
For this I gave up trying
One good time deserves my dying
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won't let go 'till it bleeds
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shelf forgotten with it's memories
Diaries left with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on
I won't let go 'till it bleeds
You don't need to bother
I don't need to be, yeah
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, once I hold on
I'll never live down my disease
~ Corey Taylor---Bother
*************************************************************
Harry lay in his bed, tears running down his face. It was all he
could do to keep from sobbing aloud. The events from the end
of last year were still fresh in his mind. They never left him alone,
those memories. They tormented him, night and day. A part of
him knew there was nothing he could have done, but he still felt
over whelming guilt.
It did not help that his relatives, the Dursleys, were being even
more horrid to him this summer, if that were possible. He had
even more chores to do, since he was going to turn 15 this summer.
He did not get much sleep, either. He was having two different type
of dreams and neither allowed him much rest. It was either
Voldemort, who was a lot busier now that he had a body, and the
ones that dealt with the third task. In addition, the punishments for
"misbehaving" were worse, too. If he did not have his chores done,
he was punished. That happened almost daily, since he did not get
enough sleep or to eat to have the proper energy needed to do them.
At first, it was just a smack on the back of his head. Then it was a
smack to the face. Eventually, it was a closed fist to the face and
as summer progressed, it got steadily worse.
Around mid-summer, Harry was not looking all that good. He was
thin, pale (despite having to work in the yard to keep the Dursly's
yard up to par with their neighbor's), had large circles under his
eyes from lack of sleep, and bruises covering a lot of his body. He
did not know how much more he could take. He knew he should not
feel sorry for him self. At least he was alive. Cedric did not have that.
That was what made it impossible for Harry to end it all, even though
he was sorely tempted at times. He could not go visit Ron this summer
because the threat was too much and he did not want to burden the
Weasly's, who were more of a family to him then his own blood
relatives.
As the sobs subsided, Harry looked out his barred window to see the
first hint of the dawn. He sighed deeply, knowing that he was going
to have to get up and start on breakfast soon. He wiped his face with
his overly large tee shirt and got up. He quickly and quietly went to
the bathroom and took a birdbath. He was not allowed to take a full
show, as water cost money. He briefly looked into the mirror and
sighed. His hair, which had never grown before, was now at his
shoulders. He did not know if this was because he was too tired
after a day of chores, for whatever reason, or if he just did not
care anymore. He did not know how he was controlling his hair
growth anyway. He also noticed that because of his lack of food
and appetite that his cheeks had lost some their fullness and his
face seemed a little longer and features a little more sharper.
He just shrugged and went on to do his day of chores.
*************************************************************
Severus Snape was very pissed off. He was stalking down the
hallways to Dumbledore's office, a letter clutched in his hands.
His face was a mask of barely controlled anger. He growled
out the password and the statue jumped aside very quickly.
He stormed up into the office.
Albus was sitting at his desk when he heard the statue's opening.
He was startled at the commotion, but quickly composed his face
to reveal nothing. He was not too surprised that the person
storming into his office was Snape.
"Ah, Severus. What can I do for you?" His eyes dancing merrily.
Severus made a harsh sound at the back of his throat and slammed
the letter on Albus' desk and glared at him.
Albus raised an eyebrow and picked up the letter. As he read the
letter, his eyes got wider and wider. At the end of the letter, Albus
looked up at Snape. "You know what has to happen now, don't you?"
At this, Snape sank into the chair in front of Albus' desk in shock. It
was simply too much information for his to take in. After a few silent
few minutes, he looked up at the older man and whispers in a
disbelieving tone, "You mean it's true? It's not a cruel joke?" There
almost seemed to be hope shining in his eyes.
********************************************************
Well, there you have it. The first chapter. I will warn you that
I have a short attention span. So I will need a lot of reminders to
post new chapters. The more you bug me and the better the
reviews, the faster I will post. ^_^. Nothing like a little blackmail.
Also, if I feel I get a flame that I don't deserve, then I will flame
back! And I do have a nasty little temper. ::smiles serenely::
Thanks for reading. Please leave a review!