Do You Know How It Feels?
Summary
Evil walks the earth once more, and the only one to stop the evil can't even help anyone unless someone ask for help. But humans are all the same, they have to much pride to ask for help, they only know how to blame people. So what do they do? They blame the only one who can cave them, not only that but they push him away. Do you know how it feels to watch the people you care about suffer and you can't even do anything to help them. Do you know how it feels to have the people you care about blame you for their suffering and push you away?
Chapter I
All he could feel was pain and emptiness. This pain he was feeling didn't even belong to him. It belonged to the people who lived in the village below his little ledge. He looked down to the village with tears in his eyes as he watched the fire consume the small huts. He watched as the fire took hold of the crops the village people had worked so hard to produced. He watched as the village people ran screaming in pain and in fear as they tried to get away from the fire's deadly grasp. He could end this. He could end all of this. He could end all of their suffering, all of their pain, all of their fear. All they had to do was call upon him and ask him. But they wouldn't, they couldn't, they had too much pride, and that would be their down fall. Their pride was their weakness.
This emptiness was caused by them. They made him feel empty by pushing him away from him and took everything he had away from him. They took his happiness away from him, they tormented him, they blamed him for their suffering. They took his family away from him, they told his family lies and made them afraid of him. They took his love away from him. His love had not believed the lies they told him, he would not join them, and for that they killed him saying he had brain washed him and the only way to save him was to kill him. Just thinking about the past hurt him, he wrapped his wings around him trying to lessen the pain. Though they pushed him away, accused him of crimes he did not do, caused him pain, and made him feel empty he did not hate them. He could not and would not make him self hate them,
The sound of wings flapping behind him brought him out of his musings. He did not turn around, he did not need to, he knew who it was behind him. It was the one who was responsible for the destruction of this village and the human world, his twin brother. Though they were twins they did not look a like. He, himself, had short dark hair; his twin had long blond hair. He had bright green eyes filled with loneliness, sadness, and pain; his brother's eyes were a dark blue and were filled with hatred. his wings were black as night and though they looked rough to the touch but the truth was they were soft as silk; his brother's wings were white and looked to be soft and silky to the touch but the truth was that they were hard and rough.
"Beautiful isn't it?" His brother asked.
"No, it is wrong. How can you just sit there and watch as hundreds of people die?" he asked never taking his eyes off the burning village.
"How can you sit there and watch the people you say you care about die?" his brother asked with a smirk on his beautiful face.
"This is not my choice. I am cursed to sit here and watch them suffer because they could not and would not suck up their pride and call upon me to help them." He watched as a young woman caring a child pointed an accusing finger at him.
"This is all that demon's fault. We suffer because he will not get off his mountain and help us." She yelled he closed his eyes not wishing to see the burning village any more, but he could still hear the woman's cries. "We die because he does not wish to help us humans. He enjoys our pain." He heard his brother's deep laughter join the woman's cries. "Humanity will die because he will not help." the woman's cries and his brother's laughter were the only thing he heard. His eyes snapped open when he heard it, the cry of a small girl no older than 10. It was soft but he heard it none-the-less.
"Please Mr. Black winged angel, we need your help. Save us from our pain." and just like that the spell over him was broken. He stood up- his wings spread out behind him- and jumped off the small ledge he had been sitting on, He flew down to the village and with one swing of his arms the fire was gone. He flew around the village swinging his arms fixing all the broken huts and healing all the injured people. When he wa done with that he landed in the field where the crops were burnt and healed them. He turned around to come face to face with his pissed off brother.
"You shouldn't have done that brother." His twin said walking up to him, he put his hand on his cheek. "Now I'm going to have to punish you." The next thing he knew everything went black. "Sleep well my brother." was the last thing he heard before the sharp claws of sleep dug deep into him.
Harry sat strait up in his bed in a cold sweat, he looked around the room he was in. The walls were painted a dark Gothic purple, the window was covered with a thick black curtain that allowed very little light into the room. He was in a king size bed that had dark see-through curtains hang around it, the covers were dark colors. He sighed ans relaxed, he was in his room, he was safe. He looked over to the clock on his bed side table: 8:25, great! The maid would be coming around in five minutes to wake him up. He sighed, but this sigh was a frustrated sigh, and rested his head on his hands. For some unknown reason all the maids were afraid of him, and they never set foot in his room. Even his own mother hated to come into his room, but she did so any way. "I wonder it it has anything to do with the tattoo on my back?" He asked himself. On his back where his shoulder blades started was a tattoo of black wings. A knock on his door startled him enough to make him jump an inch or two.
"Harry, sir, time to get up." The maid said her voice was laced with fear. Harry started to wonder why the maids were afraid of him. "Sir are you in there?"
"Oh, uh, yes. Thank you, you may leave." Harry said then slid out of his bed. He walked over to his closet and opened it, not even turning on the light. He didn't need to, he could see perfectly in he dark with out his glasses. That was one of the reason why he tried to keep his room as dark as possible. The other reason was because the sun hurt him. . . okay, it didn't;t really hurt him, it irritated him. He could stay in the sun for hours but it was very uncomfortable.
From his closet Harry pulled out a black shirt that had red letters that read: 'I'm not suffering from insanity, I'm enjoying every minute of it', he had jeans with ripps on the knees. Suddenly his door opened his mother walked in. "How can you stand it in here? It is so dark." She asked flipping the switch for the light to come on. Harry had gotten tired of his mother coming in an turning on the light, so the night before he took the bulb out. So when she flipped the switch the light did not come on. His mother huffed then walked over to his window and opened the curtains. Harry closed his eyes trying to make the sun go away, but of course he couldn't so he was forced to open his eyes.
"Mum, what do you want?" He asked.
"Now is that anyway to talk to the person who brought you into this world?" she asked.
"Sorry mum." Harry muttered putting on his glasses.
"Your forgiven, and the reason I came in here to make sure you didn't fall back to sleep." Harry looked confused, "The maid told me that she didn't see a light come on." She said playing with the curtains awkwardly.
"Well as you can see I'm awake." Harry said messing with his jeans.
"Yes, I can see that. We'll be leaving for Diagon Ally in 10 minutes" She said than all but ran out of the room before Harry could ask why they were going to Diagon Ally. Harry sighed and then got dressed, when he finally got to the main hall way he saw everyone was waiting for him.
"Bout time you go here freak." a boy with short reddish-brown hair and light blue eyes -Harry's older brother Eric- said.
"Yeah, mum wouldn't let us leave you behind this time" A girl with long curly red hair, and dark green eyes -Harry's older sister Becky- said.
"Now that you're finally here, we can go to Diagon Ally." a boy with short light brown hair and dark blue eyes -Harry's twin Alex- said, Harry rolled his eyes but said nothing as he followed his family out the door and into the car that took them to the portal to Diagon Ally.
"Hurry up slow poke!" Becky yelled over the crowd. Harry was caring everything the family had bought and because of that he was falling behind because he couldn't really see. He ran into someone making them drop all their stuff which also made him drop all his stuff.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, here let me help." Harry said as he started to pick up the person's stuff.
"It's okay, it was an accident." A female voice said as a moonlight pale hand was placed on his making him stop. He looked up to see a beautiful woman with long white-blond hair and gray-blue eyes. Behind her was a handsome man with short blond hair and light blue eyes, next to the man was a handsome boy with short blond hair and gray-blue eyes. "Who in their right mind would make a young boy carry all of this stuff?" She asked drawing Harry's eyes back to her.
"I-I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." Harry whispered blushing a deep red.
"What if we weren't strangers? I'm Narcissia Malfoy. This is my husband Lucias and my son Draco." The woman said with a kind smile.
"I'm. . ." Harry started.
"Harry James Potter, just what do you think you are doing?" His mom asked walking over to him and pulling him up by his arm. "How many times do I have to tell you not to talk to strangers?" she asked while 'spanking' him.
"But I. . ." Harry stated with tears in his eyes.
"I don't want to hear it Harry." him mom said. While his mom was scolding him, his brothers and sister came over and started to laugh at him.
"This is what the little freak gets for not keeping up with us." Draco heard Eric say.
"Yeah, and fro dropping all our expensive stuff." Alex said.
"If any of the stuff is broken mum and dad should take it out of his allowance." Becky said.
"Now pick up all the stuff you dropped." Harry's mom said. Harry did as he was told and then followed them out of Diagon Ally leaving a shocked looking Malfoy family.
"Was that really Lilly and Jame's youngest son?" Narcissia asked picking up their stuff.
"It would seem that way." Lucias said helping her.
"Well if you asked me it seemed more like he was their slave than their son." Draco said as they walked out of Diagon Ally, his mother nodded her head in agreement.
"He was so nice and sweet, and I can tell you right now, no other Potter would have offered to help pick up our stuff." Narcissia said, "Not only that, he looked so cute and adorable."
"His eyes seemed so sad." Draco muttered.
"What was that Draco his dad asked.
"His eyes -when he looked at me- held so much pain and sadness in them that I had to fight a very strong urge to run over there and protect him. I wanted to make the pain and sadness go away, I wanted to see him smile." Draco said then blushed when he realized what he said.
Harry was tossing and turning in his bed, his eyes shot open and he sat up in his bed and looked around. He was expecting someone to jump out and attack in any second now, when nothing happened he relaxed and looked at his clock, 11:50, ten minutes until his 11th birthday. He sighed and tried to go back to sleep when the fluttering of wings caught his attention. Harry laid in bed eyes wide open fear clearly seen in them. He slowly slid out of bed and made his way to where the sound was coming from, his window. He drew back the curtains and jumped back in surprise, there -at his window- was a beautiful light brown owl. The owl cocked his head to the side, Harry saw a letter in his beck. Harry quickly opened his window and took the letter from the owl -who flew off once Harry had the letter- and opened it, the letter read:
'Dear Harry Potter,
I am Draco Malfoy, we met at Diagon Ally, remember? I am sorry is my family got you in trouble, my mother never intended to get you in trouble. But I did not write this letter to talk about my mother, I wrote this letter to ask you to be my friend. So would you like to be friends with me?
-Draco M.'
Harry had to think back to the trip to Diagon Ally, he did remember a boy with short blond hair and blue-gray eyes. He then remembered what his dad told him when they got back home.
Flash back-
Harry was in the library reading one of his favorite books, he was so absorbed in the book that he didn't hear the door open of see his dad sit down right beside him so of course he jumped when his dad started to talk to him. "Harry listen to me, I know your mother has never been that hard on you before about talking to strangers, but she had a really good reason to be that harsh, those people you bumped into at Diagon Ally today are very bad people. They like to torment and hurt people are not like them, people who are not pure bloods. That means they -and sometimes kill- muggles, muggle born, and half bloods. Your mother is a muggle born witch, and I am a pure blood wizard, that makes you and your brothers and sister half bloods. And to make things worse they are a Slytherin family. Do you know what that means?" Harry shook his head, "It means that everyone in their family has been in Slytherin, their son will most likely be in Slytherin. We are a Gryffindor family; I was in Gryffindor, your mother was in Gryffindor, your brother and sister are in Gryffindor and you and your brother will be in Gryffindor. So that makes them our enemy since Gryffindors and Slytherins are enemy. It would be best if you just stayed away from them, you get what I'm saying?" Harry nodded, "Good, dinner will be ready in 20 minutes." He said then quickly walked out of the room.
End of Flash Back
Harry sighed, pulled out a piece of parchment and his favorite quill and wrote back to Draco
'Dear Draco Malfoy,
I wish I could be your friend, really I do, but my dad told me to stay away from you and your family. He told me that we were enemys because you would most likely be in Slytherin and I would most likely be in Gryffindor. But I really do want to be your friend.
-Harry P.'
He opened up the door quietly and peeked out to make sure no one was around. It was -Harry looked to his clock- 12:20, way past his bed time, if any of the maid saw him they would go running to his mother and he would be in deep trouble. Once he made sure the coast was clear he crept up the hallway, up a few flights of stairs, and to the owlery that was once their attic. He walked to the center of the room and held out his arm. "Who wants to do me a favor?" he asked. Every owl in that owlery faught each other trying to be the one to get to his arm. Eventhough every maid seemed to be afraid of him, every animal seemed to love him and want to make him happy. A beautiful white owl named Hedwig was the one who won the spot on his arm, "Hello there beautiful, who you do me a huge favor?" Harry asked petting her under her beck, she gave a happy hoot, "Will you please give this letter to Daco Malfoy?" He asked, Hedwig gave him a gentle bit then took the letter and flew off. Harry smiled a soft smile, yawned then went back to bed and fell asleep without a single nightmare to wake him up.
TBC. . .