Some Days.
A/N: Okay, so this is a rather interesting new work I am working on. I think that this will end up being interesting...
This chapter is somewhat like a prologue. Mentioning all of the main characters. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Ron, Nadine Thompson(an OC. DON'T WORRY!), and Blaise. Though their will be more important characters in this, mentioned in passing, some of which not taking place until lateron. (Tonks, Remus, Sirius, an OC(which is NOT mine, info down below) Neville, Theodore Nott, Astoria, Daphne, Ernie, Justin are some of the mentioned.) The former characters are the MAIN characters. Though the latter characters will have a VERY LARGE part in this story.
WARNINGS: AU. NO MAGIC. MUGGLES. LANGUAGE. ABUSE. ANGST. DARK HUMOR. OOC BEHAVIOR, REASONABLY. THIS IS LIKE AN AU TO 'Whydoyouneedtoknow's 'Dangerverse'.
Main Pairings: Harry x Ginny. Ron x Hermione. Draco x Luna. Blaise x OC. Remus x Tonks(in the future.)
DISCLAIMERS: Nadine is mine as it the plot, while Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling. While I am using one of the awesome 'Whydoyouneedtoknow''s characters, Danger, a little in this fanfiction, with her permission.
Chapter 1: Turning.
They prodded at her skin, sticking needles in her skin in the process, injecting some new drug in her system, like she was their test-animal.
But then again, that's all she was. Wasn't she? It had been this way for as long as she could remember. And she couldn't remember much. The first thing she remembered was rain. Rain falling. Rain washing away everything. Washing away problems.
Rain unknowingly bringing new ones in.
He placed a hand on his stinging cheek, rubbing it slightly. It was sure to bruise fast, seeing as his uncle had been the one to slap him. And his uncle was no pixie. He was large. Very large. It was as if it was two walruses had become one.
He had been slapped, because he had dropped a plate, after his huge cousin had tripped him, making him fall and, in the end drop the plate.
It wasn't HIS fault. But of course he would be blamed for it, like always. He was used to it. It had been that way for years.
It had been like that since his mum and dad had died fourteen years ago, when he was a year old, and he had been sent to live with his Aunt and Uncle, whom were his only living relatives, apparently. The only thing he knew about his parents were that they were dead.
Not their faces or names.
Nothing.
But that was soon to change.
He watched in disgust as his mother cringed away from that man, as he raised his hand in passing.
He couldn't put it in words how much he loathed that man. He had abused his mother, constantly. Though never hurting him in his fourteen years of life.
That man was, unfortunately, his father.
That man was an abuser. He abused his wife, abused his money, abused his power.
He didn't think it was possible to hate another person so much. But it was.
He wanted his mother to run away. Leave. To safety.
But she never would.
He supposed it was to protect him, seeing as he wasn't old enough yet. Newly fifteen. A child in his mother eyes.
Unknowingly, that child would be able to prove himself, soon.
The paint spread across the canvas. Reds and yellows and oranges mixing.
Turning into fire.
It was just like that day. The colors that had ruined her life.
She dipped a new paintbrush into the blue.
She would wash away the fire.
Wash it away with the rain. The ever seeming rain.
Maybe it would work. Probably not.
The fire would tear. Burn. Kill. Slaughter. Take away everything. Leaving nothing but ash in it's path.
She laid the flowers down on the grave stone in silence, her protuberant eyes scanning the funeral home quickly.
It had been a while since she had visited, leaving something in return.
Guilt bubbled in her stomach. Would she be forgiven? Would it all turn out in the end.
She looked up at the sky as rain started to fall from the dark clouds, falling on her skin. Making her hair wet.
She would have to get home soon then.
Hopefully her father was still managing.
If only she knew that soon, her father would be soon be departing from her.
Leaving her. Alone. No one.
Or so she would think.
He watched in silence as his mother placed the black veil over her beautiful face, her eyes puffy from sobbing.
Her 7th husband(his 6th step-father) had just passed away, just like all of the others.
He felt bad for his mother. People would call her names, say that she had killed them all, but it was obvious that she couldn't of killed all her past husbands. Heart-attacks, sicknesses, and violent passerby were the main problems. But those people couldn't ever see the anguish that his mother went through.
And he had rather liked this one. It was upsetting to see the man go, not that he would say it aloud.
It wasn't that he couldn't talk. He just choose not to. He didn't have a 'mental problem' he just didn't see the allure in talking. It seemed worthless. He would talk every now and then, to his mother, or his home-school teacher, or a friend. That was it.
He followed his mother silently as the funeral march began, ignoring those whom were sending trivial glances towards him and his mother, the pair seemingly impassive to the rest of the world.
Soon though, everything would be different. Very different.
She licked her dry lips as she flipped another page in her book.
It was an interesting read. But then again, 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' would probably always be a favorite of hers.
Her brown eyes looked up quickly, as to not waste any reading time, to look at the clock.
Her sister was late... That was unusual in its self, seeing as her sister was like her, and liked to be on time. But then again, her sister did go out without telling her, every now and then, it wasn't like she was her keeper or anything.
Little did she know, her sister wouldn't be coming home that night.
He watched as his father rubbed his mum's back soothingly, as tears fell down both of their faces.
It was the anniversary of one of the saddest times in their family. The time where she had been kidnapped. That had taken place when he was 12, and he was currently fifteen. That didn't make the pain any worse.
He watched his five older brothers comforting each other, the oldest with an arm around his fiance's waist, the French girl crying slightly, even if she hadn't known her.
His mother buried her head in her arms, her body racking with a new round of sobs.
He didn't want them to hurt anymore. He didn't want to hurt anymore. But most of all, he didn't want her to be in pain.
He didn't know it yet, but he was close to finding what he missed.
It was on this very day, a hot August 3rd, 1995, where these eight lives twisted together, unknowingly.
It was on this day, where everything would start anew.
It was this day, where fate started to twist for a wrongly accused man.
It was this day, where fate started changing for a lonely man.
Where fate started to twist for a young boy, who longed for the parents whom he never got to know.
Where fate twisted once more for a rebellious young woman with dreams.
Where fate changed for a teen whom had ambition to succeed.
Where two sisters turned began to turn their backs on their family.
Where two boys met and became something like brothers.
Where another pair of sisters would be separated.
Where a certain man would begin to meet the fate that he deserved.
Where a pair of deceased would cry for their only child beyond the grave.
All of the characters were in place and the show was starting to begin.
Next update: Tuesday, July 12th, 2011.