Scarface- Harry's Sixth Year
Chapter One- Morning
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. He and his world belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, as does this prophecy
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies....
Light came streaming in through Harry's bedroom window and across his face, waking him up. It was another morning, another hot summer day at the Dursleys' house. His days were basically the same. He would wake up, get dressed and eat breakfast. Then he would try to find something to do until lunch. Then eat dinner. Then go to sleep. Once in a while he would get mail from Ron and Hermione. They had neither good nor interesting things to say. He never wrote back. Why bother? If they really cared about him, somebody would have done something by now.
He thought in most of his free time. He let his mind wonder what his life would be like if he was a more normal wizard, like Seamus or the like. Did he ever worry about Voldemort or Death Eaters coming to attack him or kill him? Perhaps being a Muggle-born like Hermione would be good. Then your family would not even know about Voldemort. But if you were a Muggle-born, then you were a target for Voldemort. How much did the Grangers know about the wizarding world? Was there such a thing as a normal wizard?
Actually, Harry was not upset about being at the Dursleys' this summer. They always ignored him, which he was fine with, but that was not the only reason why he was there. He did not want contact with the wizarding world. He was tired of everyone's crap. Everyone was always asking him questions and other junk that he didn't ask for. He was even tired of his friends. They were almost afraid to talk to him after what happened. They always seemed scared, like he was about to slit their throats it they talked to him.
Harry simply wanted to be alone. Why couldn't anyone understand that? Was it that hard to understand? He rolled out of bed to begin his new day. First things first, he washed his face. He abruptly stopped when he caught a glimpse of his scar, his curse. He studied it closely, something that he had never done before. He had always just accepted it as part of his appearance. Now, he hated it. It was a sign of his past, a past that he wanted to forget and have no part of. It reminded him of Voldemort and all of the people that he had killed, especially his parents. But now it reminded him of someone else, his dead godfather Sirius Black, the closest thing that he had ever had to a parent.
It was in that brief moment that Harry realized the truth. It was his own fault that his family was dead. Voldemort had triggered him, not his parents. If it weren't for him, his parents would still be alive. And if Harry wouldn't have believed his stupid dreams last year, Sirius would not have been murdered either.
Harry hated Voldemort, but most of all, he hated himself. He hated the scar on his head. He might as well have just killed those people himself. It was his fault that they were dead anyway.
The words of the Prophecy Dumbledore had shared with him reverberated in his head. He didn't ask for this. He didn't want it, and he shouldn't have to deal with this if he didn't want to. How could they expect so much out of him? He didn't have any special power. He couldn't destroy a dark lord. He wished that he had never found out about the wizarding world. Why couldn't he just be a Muggle like everyone else?
There only seemed to be one way out: suicide. He wanted to end his life, and he wanted to end it right here, right now. He reached for a bottle of pills under the sink.
Author's Note: Okay, I know that the chapter is short, but they will get longer. Please review only if you have good things to say. Just kidding. I value everyone's opinion. I only ask that you please be gentle because this is my first fanfic.