Hey! The Blood Sucking Vampire is here! So, this is the first of many fanfiction I'm going to write here, and I hope you'll like it. And just so you know, I will not be that good at updating my stories, because I don't have a lot of free time, but I will try my best ^-^ But let's get started on the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, he would be shagging Draco Malfoy ALL THE TIME!
Warnings: Can be some scenes with sexual themes, and violation. Mention of abuse. Suicidal thought and tried suicidal.
~llTheBloodSuckingVampirell
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Harry was pissed and confused at the same time. And the people who knew him, knew that it wasn't a good sign.
Harry hadn't talked, and no matter how hard his friends tried to make him talk, it just didn't work. They would ask him a question and he would either look at theme with a blank face, ignore them, or just give them a glare. They had been close to get him talking at one point, because he had actually opened his mouth for two seconds, as if he was about to talk, before it looked like he remembered something and just shut his mouth again.
He had been like this, since the last challenge in the Triwizard Tournament, and he had gotten back with an unconscious Cedric Diggory and had fainted himself after ten seconds. When Cedric then woke up before Harry, he had told everyone how Harry took a curse instead of him, and that Harry knocked him out, so that the Death Eaters would think he was death, but even thought he was unconscious, he could still hear everything.
He also told them he couldn't hear Harry a single time after the curse hit him. The only thing he could hear was Voldemort, his followers and a hissing sound that was probably from a snake. And when Harry woke up, they wanted to know if what Cedric said really was true. Harry didn't say anything just nodded, as if saying that he was right. Cedric thanked Harry from saving his life, and promised to, no matter what, be there for him, if he ever needed it. And that promised was soon set to work.
Because when they found out that Harry didn't want to talk at all, they started to panic. In the start they had thought that he just didn't want to talk about what happened, but as two weeks passed and he hadn't said a word, they all started to worry. And Cedric was the first to confront him.
But what nobody knows is that Cedric actually got an answer out of Harry.
Harry couldn't speak. Or at least he couldn't speak normally. He could only speak in Parseltongue. The curse that hit Harry made it so he could only speak a language other than the language he could his whole life. But Cedric understood, and when he asked Harry if he could tell anybody, Harry just shook his head. He didn't wanted anybody to know. He just wanted to go home, even if that home was at the Dursleys. At least the Dursleys would just tell him not to talk. But no, Dumbledore wouldn't let him go unless he started talking again. So what does Harry do? He don't talk. And what does Dumbledore do? Send him home at the end of the school year, because he doesn't really have a choice. And when Harry was back at Privet Drive, he was happy.
Until Dumbledore came at Privet Drive and took him, after a fight with Harry who wouldn't let go of his little bed, with him to the Burrow were the Weasleys lived. And that is the reason why Harry, in this moment right now, is sitting at a table surrounded by people, who is either family, close friends or from the order, and is looking as pissed and confused as ever. It wasn't that he didn't knew what they wanted. It's just that he didn't understand why the order members had to be there. And where the hell is Cedric? Cedric was the only one who knew what had happened to him, and understood why he wanted to keep it a secret, as long as possible.
"Harry, please talk to us," Hermione said. 'There it goes again,' Harry thought. 'If they keep saying that, I going to kick them. I don't care if they are a boy or girl, old or young, or if they're just a little baby, I will fucking kick them, no matter what they say!' But to answer her, Harry shook his no head while not taking his eyes of the table. He didn't want to see the hurt in her eyes. He knew how much it hurt them, but he didn't really care. Because he knew what they would say and possibly do if they found out, what had happened to him.
"Harry, you can't keep doing this to us," Ron said. 'Ron,' Harry thought. 'He always try to make it seem like it's my fault. It's not my fault that I don't trust them!' And that was true. Harry didn't trust them. How could he, when they always turned their backs on him, when everything was at it's worst for him. And how could he trust Ron who didn't believed in him, when he told him that he didn't put his name in the goblet? Or Hermione. How could he trust a person who was afraid of being between friends and therefore choose the one, who isn't unpopular in that moment? Or Dumbledore. How could he fucking trust a man who has been the reason, for four years now, that he has been close to death. He know Voldemort also had his share in this, but Dumbledore could have protected the school much better.
Like the Philosopher stone in first year. Why hide it on a school full of students and NOT protect it so no FISRT YEAR STUDENT can come through at least the first door. And in the second year. The school wards should be able to keep ANY THING OR PERSON WITH MURDER INTETS OUT, but Tom Riddle aka Voldemort's diary got onto school ground. And even if the book did make it to Hogwarts and the wards didn't stop the book, the wards would still tell Dumbledore THAT THE BOOK WAS THERE! And then there's the third year. Why wouldn't he give Sirius a trial? I know he could have done it, but he didn't. He just sat back and watched two students risking their life's to save a man, who could have been saved with a trial. And what about last year. How can you not know, when you are as power full as you are and can see through an invisible cloak, that one of your teachers is a fucking DEATH EATER and is NOT the real teacher!? That's just unreal!
It just made him angrier that they thought he would trust them so easy. Couldn't they see he just wanted them to leave him alone? If he had a choice, he would hide in a hole together with the only beings he could talk too. Even being with Voldemort would be better than this. Maybe he should do that. Maybe he should just go to Voldemort and ask to either die or ask him to make him talk normally again. It's not that he didn't like to talk to snake, it's just that he didn't like being only able to talk to snake and no other beings. But what could he do.
All of a sudden, there was a loud bang as if an explosion just had got off. Harry looked up and saw Cedric. He also saw something shiny in Cedric's right hand. A key. His eyes widened as he figured out it was a porky and ran over to him and the second he touched it, all he could see was swirling colors.
When they landed on safe ground, Harry looked around and had no idea where he was. He looked at Cedric but before he could ask him in sign language, he noticed his expression. He looked like he just saw a ghost.
Harry looked at where he was looking and became just as pale as he was.
In front of him stood no other, than the Dark Lord Voldemort.
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So, what do you think of that? I know it may not be the best, but at least it something.
And before you start commenting: UPDATE SOON! I will just tell you to stop. I have many things to do every day, but I will write every day for thirty minutes and that should be enough for a chapter maybe every week. And I have another fanfiction on the run, so that's a lot of things I need to write.
But there is soon summer break and that is six weeks, so there will be a lot of time to write ^-^
Bye bye and see you next time!
~llTheBloodSuckingVampirell
