Serendipity
Chapter 1: In Harry Potter's Eyes
By: Rosekeet
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Harry Potter walked slowly past the desolate, empty houses on Privet Drive. He stopped in front of number 4, thinking of past days when the flower beds would have been over flowing with color, when curtains would have fluttered in the breeze, and when the lawn would have been neatly trimmed and well kept; but not any more. The flower meds were over wrought with weeds, the windows were boarded up and the front door lay on the lawn, completely torn from its hinges.
He could go in if he wanted. No body was home. But no good memories would await him there. There weren't really any good memories to a wait him anywhere. He thought about looking for food, but he knew there wasn't any there. He had taken it himself long ago, before everything had went down hill. Or in Harry's case, more down hill. Things had been downhill for him for 12 years.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a young teenage girl walk around the corner clutching a loaf of bread. Harry made a mad dash for her, hunger winning him over. She screamed and turned to run away. Harry felt a surge of anger behind his eyes. The girl cried out. She couldn't move. Ignoring his strange power, he ran towards her and pried the loaf from her frozen fingers; it was every man for himself. Tears trickled down her cheeks and Harry felt a pang of guilt. He grabbed three pieces out of the bag and dropped them at her feet. "Sorry." He whispered. "It's the hunger talking." He turned and dashed away as he felt the freezing hold on her lesson. For once he was grateful for his mysterious power. He turned sharply and plopped down in an alleyway. After he had caught his breath he grabbed a piece of bread and started eating it, having to force himself to eat it slowly. He was still hungry but he didn't eat anymore. Who know how long he might have to live off this…
Chapter 1: In Harry Potter's Eyes
By: Rosekeet
~*~
Harry Potter walked slowly past the desolate, empty houses on Privet Drive. He stopped in front of number 4, thinking of past days when the flower beds would have been over flowing with color, when curtains would have fluttered in the breeze, and when the lawn would have been neatly trimmed and well kept; but not any more. The flower meds were over wrought with weeds, the windows were boarded up and the front door lay on the lawn, completely torn from its hinges.
He could go in if he wanted. No body was home. But no good memories would await him there. There weren't really any good memories to a wait him anywhere. He thought about looking for food, but he knew there wasn't any there. He had taken it himself long ago, before everything had went down hill. Or in Harry's case, more down hill. Things had been downhill for him for 12 years.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a young teenage girl walk around the corner clutching a loaf of bread. Harry made a mad dash for her, hunger winning him over. She screamed and turned to run away. Harry felt a surge of anger behind his eyes. The girl cried out. She couldn't move. Ignoring his strange power, he ran towards her and pried the loaf from her frozen fingers; it was every man for himself. Tears trickled down her cheeks and Harry felt a pang of guilt. He grabbed three pieces out of the bag and dropped them at her feet. "Sorry." He whispered. "It's the hunger talking." He turned and dashed away as he felt the freezing hold on her lesson. For once he was grateful for his mysterious power. He turned sharply and plopped down in an alleyway. After he had caught his breath he grabbed a piece of bread and started eating it, having to force himself to eat it slowly. He was still hungry but he didn't eat anymore. Who know how long he might have to live off this…