Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter all rights goes to J. K. Rowlings.
Title: Where is Here?
Summary: What will become of Harry after the great war with the death of those who believed in him. All that's left are those who want his demise and glory. Bashing of Hermoine, Ron, and a few others. OC, Slash, and maybe a bit of a romantic twist.
Italics: One of the voices in his mind
Italics/Underscore: Another voice, but is really blood thirsty.
Gasping in the hot air that lingered in his dwarfed apartment, he slowly absorbed his terrible dreams. The fragments of his dreams tantalized his dark thoughts. Rolling off his dirt matted mattress, he stumbles through the dark dingy apartment and into the broken bathroom. Having lost water and electricity for the past three weeks he walks over to a cracked window to allow in a slip of light in. The sunlight illuminated the bathroom partially, which revealed the poor state it was in. The light lingered on the broken mirror that the man was standing in front of. He slowly looked up and saw how distorted he had become to himself. Wondering how he can stand seeing himself everyday in this state. He looked closely at the mirror image of himself.
"Why does my life have to be like this?"
"Shut it!"
"But why?"
"I said shut it!"
"But!"
"Don't even try it! Just end your life already."
"I don't want to end it."
"Then why are you talking to me?"
"Because your me or I'm you or or…"
"You're pathetic."
"I know, I want Mommy."
"Then go find her."
"I think I will!"
He glances down from the mirror and sees a rat scurry into the bedroom. He quickly looks up at the mirror. Giggling like a school girl to himself he rushes into the main part of the apartment.
"I found Daddy!"
"Whatever."
"But I want Mommy!"
"Go now!"
He spots the rat, now dubbed Daddy, climbing onto his dirty mattress. Jumping onto the mattress as well, he grabs Daddy and pets him against his chest. The he suddenly drops Daddy and walks back into the bathroom.
Looking back at the broken mirror he sees himself even more so as the sunlight comes in periodically.
"I couldn't find Mommy!"
"That's because you're weak."
"No I'm not."
"You wish you were not."
"Stop being mean to me!"
"I'll stop when you grow up or die for me!"
"But I don't want any of that."
"Then I'll still be mean to you and wish for your demise!"
Being unable to look at his reflection anymore, he reaches out and touches his reflection. Allowing his fingers to trace the contours of his gaunt face he becomes angry. Light flashes across his face, which intensifies his anger. The anger swelled quickly and was beginning to boil over, when out of nowhere a loud knocking reverberated through the apartment.
Frantically rushing out of the bathroom, he runs into the front door. Falling down onto the floor, he knocks his head against a wooden crate. He quickly clutches his aching head and gets up to see who was at the door. Reaching out toward the door he peaks out the peak-hole, and sees the landlord glaring at his door. Looking down at the doorknob he debated over whether of not to open up for the landlord. He reached out and grabbed the doorknob and jiggled it, but it wouldn't budge. Growling in frustration he clenched his jaw and shook the doorknob.
"Hey you little dirt-bag unlock the door!" the landlord yelled out at him.
He jumped away from the door when he heard the landlord yell out at him. Clutching his head in agony from the quick movement, he felt something wet and sticky on his hand. He lifts his hand up and brings it in front of himself. Seeing the blood dripping from his fingertips he begins to laugh hysterically out of the insanity of his life. He takes his hand and smears the dripping blood onto his face. He then calmly walks back into the bathroom and notices that the once cracked window was now halfway open. Seeing sunlight drenching his rundown bathroom he twirls around and stares at his reflection.
He notices blood dripping down his temple. He then lifts his fingers and smears the blood into his skin. He moves closer to the mirror slightly bumping into the cracked sink he suddenly stops all movement.
An insane crackle swarms the entire apartment and then instant silence. He could hear the landlord banging on the door, but he refused to answer.
"Look at you, you're still as pathetic as ever."
"I may be, but you're me as well."
"Look at all this blood. Can you taste it? Give me more!"
"Who are you? Are you me?"
"Shh… don't cry… just give me some more of this pretty blood."
"But it hurts!"
"Just ignore the hurtness. Now give me more. I want more right now!"
Giggling to himself he places his hand next to his face. Balling it into a fist he hits himself repeatedly until the skin broke. He suddenly stops and stares intently at his reflection.
"I don't like this. I want Mommy."
"Look at how pathetic you've become. Just end it all already."
"No don't do that. Me want the pretty blood! So no bye bye!"
"This hurts… everything is becoming fuzzy."
He suddenly grips the broken sink and then crashes onto the floor. Pain laced through his body and it exploded in his head. Slowly dragging his body out of the bathroom, barely halfway out a rat comes up to him.
"Mommy, you came back for me!"
"I hope she eats your flesh."
Quickly grabbing Mommy, he takes the rat and brings it close to himself, but right when he did that the rat bit him. Feeling the pain in his hand he tightens his grip on the rat. Noticing that Mommy has stopped moving, curiously he looks at his hand. He saw how Mommy had become limp, he tried to make her move, but she just didn't move. Then out of no where hunger ripped it's weary head out. Looking at Mommy made the hunger intensify.
"I'm so hungry."
"Then eat her."
"Yes do eat Mommy"
"But that's bad."
"Just do it already!"
"Yes, I want to see the pretty blood from Mommy."
"But I can't eat her raw."
"Oh, but you can. That way I can see more of the pretty blood."
Lifting the dead body of Mommy toward his mouth he tore a limb off. Taking the torn flesh of Mommy he quickly ingests the piece without tasting anything. Soon after taking the first bite, he went through a moment of insanity and gobbled up the body. Feeling somewhat satisfied he sits up. Then a churning pain ripped through his body. Not being sure as to what sparked the pain he hefted himself up by aid of the broken sink.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the broken mirror and noticed that the entire room was bathed in sunlight and then he began to convulse. Falling down from the sink, he begins to foam at the mouth and his whole body convulsing, and then there wasn't any movement. Not even the sound of breathing.
Author's Note: Well I haven't updated in a long time. I think it's been well over four years now, so I do believe it is time to come back and write up some more interesting stories you all to read. If you've read some of my later works, you definetly be able to tell that my writing style has matured and is totally different from what it was than.
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