Emerald Flames And Draco Malfoy
Harry: well so far he has abandoned the story for months then someone decides to rewrite the story.
Draco: he owns nothing but his own ideas or lack thereof in some cases
Storm: I am here you two gits and if you don't behave you won't get any treats even longer then I plan
-Harry tackles Draco and duct tapes him so he won't say anything, then turns to the crowd with an innocent expression- Harry: Let no one say I can't handle Malfoy.
Storm: ON WITH THE STORY YOU TWO PRATS!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~An explosion rocked a small cottage containing three people. As soon as the explosion occurred a male ran for the door his hand clasped around a length of wood, his wand. The door came down and a young female ran carrying a small child his brilliant green eyes matching hers both seeming like sets of emeralds. She ran for the nursery hearing her husband shouting spells hex's and curses anything to stop those from harming his wife and child. She slammed the door closed and put up a few quick wards as she placed her baby boy in his crib and turned her wand drawn. While she was distracted she turned with grimace shuttering as a green glow emitted from her eyes she grew angry and the house shuddered and the ground below her feet turned from the hardwood to pure emerald as the wards she put up came down and the door flung open in walked the one they had been hiding from. "Let harry go take me instead." The creature laughed and shouted with a flash of green the woman disappeared from sight of the baby falling to the floor. Harry started crying as the creature stood before him and laughed coldly "Avada Kadavra" the flash of green and the…
"Wake up you freak, time to make breakfast." A shrill voice was heard through a door, a small boy of ten started awake trying to cling to the already fading dream. "Yes aunt Petunia."
Harry's eyes glowed softly, a shade of green only able to be called emerald. He stood up, and promptly hit his head due to the uneven ceiling of the stairs; Harry emerged from the cupboard and headed for the kitchen.
'I wonder if I'll be allowed to eat today.' He mused. Setting up a pan of eggs and another for bacon he cooked it and listen to his uncle Vernon grumble about the new.
Harry's eyes had stopped glowing and he set the plates for the Dursleys. "Aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon, Dudley." Just then the mail banged open, then closed. "Boy, go get the mail." Said Vernon as he continued eating. Harry went and picked up the mail, seeing his name on the top of the first letter he slid it in a pocket knowing the Dursleys' would take it if they saw it. He handed the remaining letters to his uncle. "Go back to your cupboard freak." Harry turned and headed towards the cupboard but as he did his eyes flared again brighter this time making an unusual breeze whip around him. Vernon started turning red, then purple with rage. "Stop it! Stop this freakishness right this instance!" Harry started to tremble before his uncle lashed out with his meaty fist and hit harry hard in the stomach causing him to double over in pain, his uncle started raining blows on him and soon harry was curled up in a fetal position dripping blood and crying silently. During Vernon's attack the letter had fallen out of Harry's pocket and Vernon caught site of it and began shouting. "You dare steal from us freak when we treat you better then you deserve!" Vernon gave a crippling kick sending harry sailing violently into the wall. Vernon picked up the letter and turned pale, then ripped it to shreds as he grabbed harry by his hair dragging him to the cupboard and throwing him in. He locked it and went to burn the remains of the letter, had he paid closer attention he would have noticed it was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs.
Harry's stomach growled as the morning slowly turned to noon, his Uncle had long since left for work and his aunt would be letting him out soon to start the chores. 'Wonder how many presents Dudley will get tomorrow he always gets a ton I just get old clothes.' Harry thought to himself as his aunt let him out.