Disclaimer: Yeah, I wish I owned Harry Potter. But I don't, so I'll wallow in self pity :P
A/N: I've always wanted to write a fic for Harry Potter, and yay, I did. I'm not even sure of the plot yet. But I'm just starting off where J.K Rowling stopped on the 4th book. So this is my version of the fifth. It would be mainly about romance and angst.
Cancel My Heart
~~Prologue~~
The silver moonlight was shining in on Harry's window. The silver light poured down on the wooden floor. Harry was on his bed, knees brought up to his chest. The Dursleys' were fast asleep, snoring. Hedwig was out hunting.
Uncle Vernon was giving Harry quite a harsh summer. Ordering him to do this and do that. Just today, he had been pulling weeds out of the garden all afternoon. The sun was burning him. He's been getting darker day after day.
In the middle of the night, Harry couldn't sleep. His bright green eyes were fixed on the night sky. He had just turned fifteen, but not feeling much of anything. He felt quite empty. Still, Cedric's death made him feel very depressed. And knowing Voldemort was out there, plotting some other evil plan to kill him wasn't making it any better.
Every now and then, Harry would have a nightmare. He wished he could have a dose of dreamless potion everynight. Harry dreamt of his own death more and more. Sometimes even feeling the pain. Picturing Voldemort's hideous grin and those cold red eyes in his every dream.
Harry wanted the power to revenge for Cedric. Or maybe this was only an excuse to make himself feel better. Cedric's parents didn't blame Harry for Cedric's death, but there was always that bad feeling within... it would haunt Harry forever.
Would it be too eye-catching to fly on his broomstick at this time of the night? Harry wondered to himself. He really needed that to take his mind off things. But riding on a broomstick at this time of the night wouldn't be really smart. He could get caught and thrown into Azkaban. Even better, Harry thought.
That was only a thought, and it couldn't come true. He knew better than to put his life into jeopardy. After sighing to himself, he decided to write to Hermione, and walked to his desk.
Harry thought for a while and dipped his quill into his ink.
Dear Hermione,
Hullo. How are you? I figured you've made your transfiguration essay four times as long as it should be, don't worry about me. I'll get it done. Anything new lately?
You haven't forgotten that its my birthday have you? You better send me some food. Dudley's diet isn't getting any better. I'll be stuck with half a lettuce sandwich everyday.
And by the way, I was just writing because I'm left with nothing to do right now. Yes, except my homework, but I don't feel like it. It's 1 in the morning, I can't get any sleep.
How's Viktor doing? Was his place any fun? I hope he taught you how to fly a broomstick. I guess I'll see you at Diagon Alley. Take care.
Harry.
Writing to Hermione made Harry feel a bit better. Just to know that he had a friend to write to. Ron must be worrying about what Hermione was doing at Viktor's. Hermione had spent a week over there. She didn't give any details yet, but Harry personally hoped not anything that would make Ron feel jealous.
Yet again, even if Hermione was only talking to Viktor, Ron would still get angry anyway.
As Harry waited for Hedwig to return, his thoughts flew to Cho Chang. He wondered if she saw the beautiful silver moon as he was seeing right now. He wondered if she was still feeling depressed about Cedric. Well, of course she would be. Cho had been the most close to him just before his death.
Harry suddenly hated himself. For taking Cedric away from her. Even if he really wanted Cedric out of the way, so he could take Cho to the Yule Ball back then, Harry didn't want him dead. If only Harry could die and take Voldemort with him. That was Harry's wish right then.
Hedwig flew back into the window, went to her cage and started drinking. Harry got up with Hermione's letter.
"You want to deliver a letter tonight?" Harry asked Hedwig as he brushed his fingers agaisnt its white feathers. Hedwig nipped Harry's fingers as a yes. He attached the letter to her leg and after a little more rest, Hedwig took off.
Harry flopped on his bed, tired of his own thoughts. Decided to return to his sleep. He took off his glasses and yawned. After a few minutes, the raven-haired boy fell asleep.
A/N: How'd I do? Should I continue? Give in a review to tell me. Ok, I'll be putting Hermione and Ron together, for starters, then I'll pair Harry up with someone later on... Remember, I'm still not sure of the plot.....ok........ hasn't that made things better? Anyways, just tell me what you think about this chapter. But I promise I'll put better things in the next chapter.
A/N: I've always wanted to write a fic for Harry Potter, and yay, I did. I'm not even sure of the plot yet. But I'm just starting off where J.K Rowling stopped on the 4th book. So this is my version of the fifth. It would be mainly about romance and angst.
Cancel My Heart
~~Prologue~~
The silver moonlight was shining in on Harry's window. The silver light poured down on the wooden floor. Harry was on his bed, knees brought up to his chest. The Dursleys' were fast asleep, snoring. Hedwig was out hunting.
Uncle Vernon was giving Harry quite a harsh summer. Ordering him to do this and do that. Just today, he had been pulling weeds out of the garden all afternoon. The sun was burning him. He's been getting darker day after day.
In the middle of the night, Harry couldn't sleep. His bright green eyes were fixed on the night sky. He had just turned fifteen, but not feeling much of anything. He felt quite empty. Still, Cedric's death made him feel very depressed. And knowing Voldemort was out there, plotting some other evil plan to kill him wasn't making it any better.
Every now and then, Harry would have a nightmare. He wished he could have a dose of dreamless potion everynight. Harry dreamt of his own death more and more. Sometimes even feeling the pain. Picturing Voldemort's hideous grin and those cold red eyes in his every dream.
Harry wanted the power to revenge for Cedric. Or maybe this was only an excuse to make himself feel better. Cedric's parents didn't blame Harry for Cedric's death, but there was always that bad feeling within... it would haunt Harry forever.
Would it be too eye-catching to fly on his broomstick at this time of the night? Harry wondered to himself. He really needed that to take his mind off things. But riding on a broomstick at this time of the night wouldn't be really smart. He could get caught and thrown into Azkaban. Even better, Harry thought.
That was only a thought, and it couldn't come true. He knew better than to put his life into jeopardy. After sighing to himself, he decided to write to Hermione, and walked to his desk.
Harry thought for a while and dipped his quill into his ink.
Dear Hermione,
Hullo. How are you? I figured you've made your transfiguration essay four times as long as it should be, don't worry about me. I'll get it done. Anything new lately?
You haven't forgotten that its my birthday have you? You better send me some food. Dudley's diet isn't getting any better. I'll be stuck with half a lettuce sandwich everyday.
And by the way, I was just writing because I'm left with nothing to do right now. Yes, except my homework, but I don't feel like it. It's 1 in the morning, I can't get any sleep.
How's Viktor doing? Was his place any fun? I hope he taught you how to fly a broomstick. I guess I'll see you at Diagon Alley. Take care.
Harry.
Writing to Hermione made Harry feel a bit better. Just to know that he had a friend to write to. Ron must be worrying about what Hermione was doing at Viktor's. Hermione had spent a week over there. She didn't give any details yet, but Harry personally hoped not anything that would make Ron feel jealous.
Yet again, even if Hermione was only talking to Viktor, Ron would still get angry anyway.
As Harry waited for Hedwig to return, his thoughts flew to Cho Chang. He wondered if she saw the beautiful silver moon as he was seeing right now. He wondered if she was still feeling depressed about Cedric. Well, of course she would be. Cho had been the most close to him just before his death.
Harry suddenly hated himself. For taking Cedric away from her. Even if he really wanted Cedric out of the way, so he could take Cho to the Yule Ball back then, Harry didn't want him dead. If only Harry could die and take Voldemort with him. That was Harry's wish right then.
Hedwig flew back into the window, went to her cage and started drinking. Harry got up with Hermione's letter.
"You want to deliver a letter tonight?" Harry asked Hedwig as he brushed his fingers agaisnt its white feathers. Hedwig nipped Harry's fingers as a yes. He attached the letter to her leg and after a little more rest, Hedwig took off.
Harry flopped on his bed, tired of his own thoughts. Decided to return to his sleep. He took off his glasses and yawned. After a few minutes, the raven-haired boy fell asleep.
A/N: How'd I do? Should I continue? Give in a review to tell me. Ok, I'll be putting Hermione and Ron together, for starters, then I'll pair Harry up with someone later on... Remember, I'm still not sure of the plot.....ok........ hasn't that made things better? Anyways, just tell me what you think about this chapter. But I promise I'll put better things in the next chapter.