Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, he and the rest of his wonderful world belong to the great J. K. Rowling.
A/N: This story takes place after OotP, only Sirius doesn't die (hooray!!). However, Neville Longbottom and Cho Chang do. Neville falls through the veil and Cho is hit by the killing curse. It was fired (is that the right word?) by Bellatrix Lestrange but it was meant for Harry. Cho pushed him out of the way and was killed instead. Oh, and Peter Pettigrew was at the Ministry. He was stunned and caught so Sirius is now a free man. Anyways, on with the story...
Chapter One: Harry's Choice
Harry Potter was currently sitting in his bedroom at his childhood home of Privet Drive and was staring indecisively at a bottle of pills that were on his desk. They were anti-depressants and were the highly addictive kind. Harry only had to look at his Aunt Petunia to know that this warning was a highly accurate one.
From what Harry had gathered, his Aunt Petunia had begun taking the medication some time during his fifth year at Hogwarts. She generally walked around the house in a state of euphoria; she was even nice to Harry on occasion much to his complete shock. However, as soon as the medication left her system, Aunt Petunia's moods were intolerable. She couldn't sit still, snapped constantly at everyone (although Harry was used to this) and even suffered from physical symptoms.
Despite all this, Harry was becoming more and more tempted to begin taking them. He had only been back at Privet Drive for a week and being separated from his friends and the wizarding world was already taking its toll. Nightmares of the deaths of his school friends Cho Chang and Neville Longbottom constantly plagued him. He just wanted to forget, to push the memories away and be a normal teenager for once.
'It's not like anyone needs to find out' Harry reasoned. He didn't even need to visit the Doctors because he had charmed the bottle that he had taken from the bathroom to continually replenish itself. Harry slowly unscrewed the cap and shook out a pill onto the palm of his hand. He studied it for a few minutes before finally giving in to temptation and swallowed it
'I won't take them very often' Harry told himself firmly, before pulling out his wand and charming the bottle not to rattle. He then stored the pills under the loose floorboard under his bed and prepared to go downstairs.
Just as he was about to, noises from outside caught his attention and Harry turned to look out of his bedroom window. A moving van had just pulled up outside the house next door along with a car. A man and woman about his Aunt and Uncles' age and a boy and girl all got out and walked up the path to the house.
'Must be the new neighbours' Harry thought to himself. 'That'll give Aunt Petunia something to occupy her for the rest of the summer...'
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, he and the rest of his wonderful world belong to the great J. K. Rowling.
A/N: This story takes place after OotP, only Sirius doesn't die (hooray!!). However, Neville Longbottom and Cho Chang do. Neville falls through the veil and Cho is hit by the killing curse. It was fired (is that the right word?) by Bellatrix Lestrange but it was meant for Harry. Cho pushed him out of the way and was killed instead. Oh, and Peter Pettigrew was at the Ministry. He was stunned and caught so Sirius is now a free man. Anyways, on with the story...
Chapter One: Harry's Choice
Harry Potter was currently sitting in his bedroom at his childhood home of Privet Drive and was staring indecisively at a bottle of pills that were on his desk. They were anti-depressants and were the highly addictive kind. Harry only had to look at his Aunt Petunia to know that this warning was a highly accurate one.
From what Harry had gathered, his Aunt Petunia had begun taking the medication some time during his fifth year at Hogwarts. She generally walked around the house in a state of euphoria; she was even nice to Harry on occasion much to his complete shock. However, as soon as the medication left her system, Aunt Petunia's moods were intolerable. She couldn't sit still, snapped constantly at everyone (although Harry was used to this) and even suffered from physical symptoms.
Despite all this, Harry was becoming more and more tempted to begin taking them. He had only been back at Privet Drive for a week and being separated from his friends and the wizarding world was already taking its toll. Nightmares of the deaths of his school friends Cho Chang and Neville Longbottom constantly plagued him. He just wanted to forget, to push the memories away and be a normal teenager for once.
'It's not like anyone needs to find out' Harry reasoned. He didn't even need to visit the Doctors because he had charmed the bottle that he had taken from the bathroom to continually replenish itself. Harry slowly unscrewed the cap and shook out a pill onto the palm of his hand. He studied it for a few minutes before finally giving in to temptation and swallowed it
'I won't take them very often' Harry told himself firmly, before pulling out his wand and charming the bottle not to rattle. He then stored the pills under the loose floorboard under his bed and prepared to go downstairs.
Just as he was about to, noises from outside caught his attention and Harry turned to look out of his bedroom window. A moving van had just pulled up outside the house next door along with a car. A man and woman about his Aunt and Uncles' age and a boy and girl all got out and walked up the path to the house.
'Must be the new neighbours' Harry thought to himself. 'That'll give Aunt Petunia something to occupy her for the rest of the summer...'