Hey, people this is my first attempt at any type of fan fic so bare with me ok!
I do not own Harry Potter. I am just borrowing him for a while. :)
Chapter 1 – True feelings…
It was the summer leading up to Harry potters fifth year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. This summer had been the worst summer of his life.
After Harry had returned to the Dursleys, after the worst year of his life, he had felt cut off from the wizarding world, his world.
Harry could not eat, he could not sleep and most of all he could not tell anyone of the pain and despair that had been eating away at him, he did not want to sound in anyway weak.
These feelings had been with him for as long as he could remember, but had only come to the surface after he had watched the death of Cedric and the return of lord Voldermort, the person, no monster he had been fighting for most of his life.
Harry was not afraid of Voldermort, but he was afraid of what the dark lord would do to his friends and loved ones.
Harry had fought these images of his friend's mangled bodies, with that cold heartless laugh biting at his very soul, but also he saw the death of Cedric repeatedly.
Every night he had awakened in a cold sweat, breathing deeply. Harry really could not take the images of his friends dieing or the looks of admiration of those of believe in him.
All Harry wanted to do was escape the pain of this world, to leave the pain of what that evil twisted bastard had done to him, had put him through, all he ever wanted to be was a…a normal person, to of had parents that loved him and just to deal with teenage problems like getting a girl!
But deep down in side Harry knew he was the only one who could stop and kill the dark lord, he, Harry had been the one who had watched the death of Cedric, then had been tied to a tombstone, had been slit open to add the final ingredient to let the dark lord live again.
Harry had watched Voldermort walk out of the cauldron, and walked right up to Harry and had tormented him.
Harry would have his revenge for everything that had happened, he would make sure everyone who was killed by him, would be brought to justice, no matter the cost to himself.
Harry lay on his bed in his new room (which thanks to Sirius, he had) and thought of all the injustice that had fallen upon him, all the pain.
Why me? He thought.
Harry curled up into a ball; his eyes began to prickle with suppressed tears. However, just as he was about to let all these feelings flow away from him…
'Harry, come down here right now!' shrieked his aunt Petunia.
Harry wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and tried to put all his feelings and thoughts into a box in the back of his mind. If Harry could help it, he would prefer to only deal with the thoughts and then the Dursleys, both things he could do without.
Well there is the first chapter so read and rate and I am open for any pairings! Any type of pairs! Well I hope you like it!