Hey, so I'm trying to write a new story. This time it's a Harry Potter story and also slash. That means male x male. I don't know the pairing yet and I'll try to update 1 chapter every week or so... The story take place at the beginning of book 5. That means Harry is not yet 15.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to our dear J. not me (or else many wouldn't have died and there would be another ending)
Thoughts 'Speak' /Parseltongue/
He ran as fast as he could, but unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough. Dudley and his little gang thought it funny to hunt him. One would think that they would get bored of punching him so often, seeing as their attention span was usually quite lacking, but fate seemed to spite him. He should have known that it wasn't a good idea to go outside and sit on the swing in the playground.
Usually the playground was empty at this time of day, but Harry suspected that Dudley had some sort of 'Harry radar,' or else it wouldn't make any sense how the fat boy could find him so often.
Sadly, it wasn't long before they caught up to him. If it was a normal day, he would have been fast enough to hide somewhere, but his body still hurt from his uncles last 'punishment'. The only thing he did wrong was doing his chores in the garden, and trying to listen in to the news, when suddenly a loud bang was heard. It seemed like Vernon blamed him again so here he was, trying to run away with a sprained ankle and a hurting throat because of the strangling. But that's family for you…
Oh how he hated his so called 'family,' and to think, he still had to come back to this hell every year. He had asked Dumbledore to stay anywhere else so many times, but he always just talked about the 'blood wards' and how they protected him from Voldemort.
Why couldn't he stay at Hogwarts? Or Grimmauld Place? They should be safe too. Ok, Hogwart's safety wasn't the best when you really think about it, but Dumbledore himself praised the school. Grimmauld Place on the other hand really was safe. It was under the fidelius for God's sake!
Back to Dudley and his brainless friends, they seemed to be proud with themselves for catching the 'freak' and wanted to have some fun now. This was going to hurt.
Hurt it did. Harry groaned as he slowly came back to consciousness. It hurt like a bitch. Harry slowly got up, but stopped immediately upon feeling a sharp pain in his chest. Seems like they broke a bone or two... Harry thought and tried to get up again. This time more slowly.
When he finally stood, he looked around. It was already dark, and the only source of light were the few street lamps. He didn't know why, but his neck hair stood on end. Something wasn't right.
He should probably hurry and get back 'home'…
Suddenly there was a small noise. It sounded quite similar to Snape when he rushed past you. Then it clicked in his mind. Someone must be near him, and that meant he wasn't alone. He wasn't in the protection of the blood wards either.
Quickly he reached for his wand, but it was too late. The only thing he felt was the pain of his body as he was struck by the red light of a stunner.
I hope you like it so far and please comment.