Hi everyone, sorry for the YEAR of nonexistence in the ff.net world. I've
just lost interest in my Tri-heir story, but I think I might take up
writing again. This is a new pet project I'm just starting on, it's a
Harry In Azkaban For Something he didn't do story and one where he goes
dark, not a he goes back and forgives everyone after apologies type of
thing.
Please don't count on me for frequent, systematical updates, they're not me, but it anyone would like to take over my old story, they can. I formally give permission to use all my ideas and plot and characters to whoever wants them, I'd be honored in fact, if anyone does.
So here it is, my new story, dark and kinda confusing, but happy reading.
Pottermania22
Locked Away- Chapter 1- Musings from the Prisoner
It was dark, very dark...
That's the thought that had been running through my mind for the last...oh I don't even know how long. I might have gone blind, I do not know. I might be dead... no, I've worked too hard to prevent that, and I refuse to die.
Is it sunny today? I hope it rains, storms for all the suffering I've gone through. They deserve it; they all deserve it, and much, much more.
I'm innocent; I'm not a murderer. That's all that's been keeping me going for all these years, that and my magic, which strangely seems to thrive here, in the dark. Ironic isn't it? The supposed savior of the light, vanquisher of the dark, thriving magically on the dark, damp, gloomy atmosphere.
I would laugh, chuckle at the irony, but this place seems to have sucked all the life out of me, and all I managed was a bitter snort.
I don't feel much now, and fear is just a distant memory. I've been through too much, I am too strong, too powerful, to feel fear. The dementors I've kept alive, the other prisoners need to feel pain, but not me, I'm immune.
I cannot love, I'm incapable of that, but I feel...like...trust...I don't know what else, but anything positive in my body for my parents. They're the only people who ever truly cared for me.
Everyone else lied, betrayed. They turned their backs on me in a second, never pausing to ask questions, never stopping to give me a fighting chance. All of them, my supposed "loved ones", all a lie. Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, main witnesses. Even Sirius was disgusted with me... No matter, they will all pay, the whole magical world will pay, they'll be sorry.
My magic is getting stronger, day-by-day, I can feel it growing. It's feeding off my anger, my hate. Wandless magic is a piece of cake, Animagus, been there, telekinesis, done that. I've been ready to escape for ages, but I will bide my time, until I am at me strongest.
Voldemort is not dead, but when I get out, I will destroy him, not for the traitors, but for my parents, for revenge. I don't care for the magical world, or the muggle, but it's my revenge, and he will not take it away from me.
It's almost time, I can feel it, my final talent is being awoken...yes, I feel nature and it feels me... I am almost ready, ready to get my revenge, but until then...
It's still dark, very dark.
My name is Harry Potter, and this my story...
Please don't count on me for frequent, systematical updates, they're not me, but it anyone would like to take over my old story, they can. I formally give permission to use all my ideas and plot and characters to whoever wants them, I'd be honored in fact, if anyone does.
So here it is, my new story, dark and kinda confusing, but happy reading.
Pottermania22
Locked Away- Chapter 1- Musings from the Prisoner
It was dark, very dark...
That's the thought that had been running through my mind for the last...oh I don't even know how long. I might have gone blind, I do not know. I might be dead... no, I've worked too hard to prevent that, and I refuse to die.
Is it sunny today? I hope it rains, storms for all the suffering I've gone through. They deserve it; they all deserve it, and much, much more.
I'm innocent; I'm not a murderer. That's all that's been keeping me going for all these years, that and my magic, which strangely seems to thrive here, in the dark. Ironic isn't it? The supposed savior of the light, vanquisher of the dark, thriving magically on the dark, damp, gloomy atmosphere.
I would laugh, chuckle at the irony, but this place seems to have sucked all the life out of me, and all I managed was a bitter snort.
I don't feel much now, and fear is just a distant memory. I've been through too much, I am too strong, too powerful, to feel fear. The dementors I've kept alive, the other prisoners need to feel pain, but not me, I'm immune.
I cannot love, I'm incapable of that, but I feel...like...trust...I don't know what else, but anything positive in my body for my parents. They're the only people who ever truly cared for me.
Everyone else lied, betrayed. They turned their backs on me in a second, never pausing to ask questions, never stopping to give me a fighting chance. All of them, my supposed "loved ones", all a lie. Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, main witnesses. Even Sirius was disgusted with me... No matter, they will all pay, the whole magical world will pay, they'll be sorry.
My magic is getting stronger, day-by-day, I can feel it growing. It's feeding off my anger, my hate. Wandless magic is a piece of cake, Animagus, been there, telekinesis, done that. I've been ready to escape for ages, but I will bide my time, until I am at me strongest.
Voldemort is not dead, but when I get out, I will destroy him, not for the traitors, but for my parents, for revenge. I don't care for the magical world, or the muggle, but it's my revenge, and he will not take it away from me.
It's almost time, I can feel it, my final talent is being awoken...yes, I feel nature and it feels me... I am almost ready, ready to get my revenge, but until then...
It's still dark, very dark.
My name is Harry Potter, and this my story...
