Author's Note: Hi! Before you read this is my first Harry Potter fanfic so please let me know if I make any mistakes with the lore, or anything. I love constructive criticism so review :) This story is a sort of tribute to my favorite band IAMX. Every chapter title will include a song from them. I suggest you listen to each song I name the chapters after to get the full experience. I hope you enjoy the story! :D This chapter's song: IAMX-Trials
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC which hasn't been introduced yet!
Harry already missed Hogwarts, and the first week hadn't even passed yet. Truly, his relatives were frightful, horrid beings. As Harry picked at the weeds, and tended to his Aunt's garden he reminisced about his past year at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Between Ron and Hermione he was never bored. They were the best of friends he could ever ask for. They helped stave off the dark thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him at times. Hermione, the knowledgeable one, figured out most of the problems they faced when finding that blasted stone. He shuddered remembering how that thing whispered to him sweet promises of meeting his parents again. Luckily, he wasn't so easily fooled, and managed to disintegrate Quirrel. He can still remember the ashes that caked his fingers.
He sighed, wondering when his friends would send him letters. They promised they would write, but it seemed they forgot about him. He wished he could just fly above the clouds, and soar through-
"Harry! I don't feed you to daydream in the garden, boy!" His aunt's shrill voice shrieked.
Immediately, he jumped up and apologized. "I'm sorry Aunt Petunia, it won't happen again."
"It'd better not or else I will let Vernon teach you another lesson."
Harry silently prayed his Aunt would not tell Uncle Vernon. His "lessons" consisted of beating him till he was bruised and bloodied all over. Some days, he could barely stand or walk which got him another "lesson" until they finally let him rest.
Everyday passes the same for Harry, an endless list of chores until he can sleep in his tiny cupboard. The spiders, dust, and nightmares usually mean he doesn't sleep at all sometimes. He remembers red snakelike eyes staring at him, and he is afraid that Quirrell's ash form will pop out of the darkness. He hopes that one day these trials will end. Maybe he will have a quiet next school year with no threatening monsters both physical and mental.
Author's Note: Sorry it was so short, but think of it as an introductory chapter! :)