I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, I just going to play with them for awhile
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Flash backs #flash back#
I reposted a reposted story, and changing it a little.. don't hate me please…
This is a male/male story... don't like don't read..
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In the dark and empty hallways of Hogwarts the sound of footsteps can be heard, and if you take care to look you can see a dark figure hovering above the floor. As you can imagine it's not the figure that's making the footsteps, it's a young man by the name of Harry Potter.
As many times before he wanders the hallway, but this time it's different. He is not out to hinder Voldemort from doing evil deeds. This time it's to clear his mind of other thoughts, something that bothers him and nobody else.
At this very moment thou he doesn't even know what he was doing out of his dorm. He just needed time, time to get it all sorted.
The curse was all he could think about. (Why did it have to happen, and why him?) He thought. Harry begins to run down the hallway, didn't know what to do any more. His mind was shouting at him; run run run like a mantra, and when he finally got to the dorm he shouted the password at the painting. Seeing the painting opening he rushed in, up to his bed and flung himself on his bed.
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The winter-break had just begun, and Harry was ecstatic. Having convinced his friends that he wanted to stay alone in the castle and not go to the Burrow with Ron and Hermione. He was just glad he could convince them to go, because if they had stayed he would gladly have given his allegiance to Voldemort.
(Why did this have to happen to me…… always me……? I have never asked about being average, but why can't I be like everybody else?) He thought.
He took of his glasses and put them on the nightstand. He undressed, and lay down on his bed again. He laid there in the darkness, with his eyes closed. He felt the combination of the silence and darkness closing in, suffocating him but also strangely comforting. He hated being alone, he felt so hollow when he was alone. He didn't want to spend his existents alone, he wanted the one person to make him complete.
The only thing he had left now was memories, the memories of the people he loved and cared about. His dreams were haunted by the people he lost, always screaming that he could have saved them. There were some nights where he had a break from the screaming.
The dreams always had the same comforting and loving embrace with eyes that could melt his soul.
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I'm sorry if the story is not as you expected that is should be, but I DO need your help to make it better you know.
I know it's a bit short, but I'm trying to make it a bit better…
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