Fic I somehow suddenly thought of, I'm not even sad now, I'm just writing this.
"Truth of Pain"
-Wink At J00
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Pottter and I am not making profit off of this.
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No one will know the truth of pain. In fact it is something that I beleive I have learned because, indeed, I learned to accept pain, almost to welcome it. This statement would make any soul beleive I am insame, right? Well, if only I caoould explain what I think: to zap my thoughts into your own brain, for you to fully understand me. I beleive then you could understand me, and understand pain. But since I cannot do this, for there is no spell or potion that I am aware of that does this, I shall simply converse this to you.
As a infant, I watched my parents die at the hands of a Dark Lord. Certainly, this was only the very beginning of *true* pain. Now, do not think of Voldemort firing the Killing Curse at me just yet, just at my parents. I was a baby, very young, and incabable of doing anything to stop him. As an infant, like all babies are when they are so young, I was highly aware of things. I could sence them, sence my mother's and father's love seeping into my body, their courage, their humor, I could sence their soul. While Peter Pettigrew ever came around, I would cry, his immence evil and betrayal to my parents hurt me. Truely, my parents never understood why I cried then, but I did.
Are you laughing now? Saying, oh, this guy is nuts, he can't sence things as a child, and if he could he wouldn't remember either? I assure you are wrong, my friends. My remembering this is a different story of my life, one that I am sure to come across while I tell my story of pain. But beleive me, I do not lie in my telling of my life. Why should I, I have no reason, shurly I am famous enough. Hah, more pain, but that is much later.
But I got off track, back to when I was a baby. Pettigrew upset me for I senced his soul. And an evil soul it was, and it hurt my "light" soul. The night Voldemort came, I could litterally feel him about a mile away. I could feel the hatefulness, his wrath, and I knew what he would be doing. But I was, a baby, an infant, helpless and speachless, I could not prevent it. That is a taste of Fate's wrath. I had not known that Voldemort would attack me after, I was a baby, and as a baby I hadn't cared what happened to me much, I didn't know any better to what would happen, but only to what would happen to my parents. While the "evil man" as I thought then, for I did not know who he was, drove nearer, I had cried, and wailed. I frightened my mother so much. I beleive that this extrea caring for me also caused some of the backfire on Voldemort. When he did come, my father tried to hold him off, telling my mother to leave and live on, taking me with her. However, she did not do this, if James were to die then so would she. My mother held me to her heart till the very second she died. Spying me, Voldemort smiled so cruely. Oh, the pleasure to kill an infant in his mothers dead arms! Yes, the corrupted man thought that. And he fired, just as he wanted to, the horrible, elegant, powerful, acid green curse twisting and made it's way towads me. Voldemort had great aim, that is why there is a scar in the middle of my foreheard, perfect aim, used for wrong-doing. What happened next, people would never know for many years to come. But somehow, the curse back-fired and lead Voldemort into years to recover and years of pain. With people thinking Voldemort was dead, only having this scar on my head to remember, I was brought to the Dursleys.
Ah, my relatives! There they were, I had a life to live yet! But when I awoke to that infernal woman's screams I senced her soul and it was not evil, but I could tell, my life with these people would be horrible. And it was. I was beaten, starved, malutritioned, emotionally a wreck, and they caused it all. They caused suffer upon me, shadowed me, never let me with people, even tried to kill the magic from me..but that would never happen. Ah, but that's for tomarrow, I leave off tonight, and we will begin again later.
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Did ya like? was it too much..? meaning his additude? I hope you've enjoyed. I plan on updateing this peice really fast. it's suprisingly easy to write! hehe! Well please reveiw, tata!
"Truth of Pain"
-Wink At J00
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Pottter and I am not making profit off of this.
~*~*~*~*~
No one will know the truth of pain. In fact it is something that I beleive I have learned because, indeed, I learned to accept pain, almost to welcome it. This statement would make any soul beleive I am insame, right? Well, if only I caoould explain what I think: to zap my thoughts into your own brain, for you to fully understand me. I beleive then you could understand me, and understand pain. But since I cannot do this, for there is no spell or potion that I am aware of that does this, I shall simply converse this to you.
As a infant, I watched my parents die at the hands of a Dark Lord. Certainly, this was only the very beginning of *true* pain. Now, do not think of Voldemort firing the Killing Curse at me just yet, just at my parents. I was a baby, very young, and incabable of doing anything to stop him. As an infant, like all babies are when they are so young, I was highly aware of things. I could sence them, sence my mother's and father's love seeping into my body, their courage, their humor, I could sence their soul. While Peter Pettigrew ever came around, I would cry, his immence evil and betrayal to my parents hurt me. Truely, my parents never understood why I cried then, but I did.
Are you laughing now? Saying, oh, this guy is nuts, he can't sence things as a child, and if he could he wouldn't remember either? I assure you are wrong, my friends. My remembering this is a different story of my life, one that I am sure to come across while I tell my story of pain. But beleive me, I do not lie in my telling of my life. Why should I, I have no reason, shurly I am famous enough. Hah, more pain, but that is much later.
But I got off track, back to when I was a baby. Pettigrew upset me for I senced his soul. And an evil soul it was, and it hurt my "light" soul. The night Voldemort came, I could litterally feel him about a mile away. I could feel the hatefulness, his wrath, and I knew what he would be doing. But I was, a baby, an infant, helpless and speachless, I could not prevent it. That is a taste of Fate's wrath. I had not known that Voldemort would attack me after, I was a baby, and as a baby I hadn't cared what happened to me much, I didn't know any better to what would happen, but only to what would happen to my parents. While the "evil man" as I thought then, for I did not know who he was, drove nearer, I had cried, and wailed. I frightened my mother so much. I beleive that this extrea caring for me also caused some of the backfire on Voldemort. When he did come, my father tried to hold him off, telling my mother to leave and live on, taking me with her. However, she did not do this, if James were to die then so would she. My mother held me to her heart till the very second she died. Spying me, Voldemort smiled so cruely. Oh, the pleasure to kill an infant in his mothers dead arms! Yes, the corrupted man thought that. And he fired, just as he wanted to, the horrible, elegant, powerful, acid green curse twisting and made it's way towads me. Voldemort had great aim, that is why there is a scar in the middle of my foreheard, perfect aim, used for wrong-doing. What happened next, people would never know for many years to come. But somehow, the curse back-fired and lead Voldemort into years to recover and years of pain. With people thinking Voldemort was dead, only having this scar on my head to remember, I was brought to the Dursleys.
Ah, my relatives! There they were, I had a life to live yet! But when I awoke to that infernal woman's screams I senced her soul and it was not evil, but I could tell, my life with these people would be horrible. And it was. I was beaten, starved, malutritioned, emotionally a wreck, and they caused it all. They caused suffer upon me, shadowed me, never let me with people, even tried to kill the magic from me..but that would never happen. Ah, but that's for tomarrow, I leave off tonight, and we will begin again later.
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Did ya like? was it too much..? meaning his additude? I hope you've enjoyed. I plan on updateing this peice really fast. it's suprisingly easy to write! hehe! Well please reveiw, tata!