Midnight: this is the first fanfic im posting
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Ash: SO AM I!
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Midnight: whatever
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by: xxxmidnight-ashxxx
It was so cold. He felt as if all the warmth had drained from his body. He stared down at his blood soaked hands. He wanted to cry, to scream to feel anything that would make him feel human. But he couldn't. The pain had gone a long time ago and all he felt was numb. He felt empty. His eyes did not shed tears, he could not pull a sound from his throut. He was so tired. Tired of the years of decite, of lies, of fake smiles and false pleasantries. At the age of six Harry Potter had seen more than a full fledged adult.
He sat there in his cupbourd, in the dark and thought of what had perspired that day.
flashback
Harry had woken up that morning and was excited for his first day of kindergarden. He tried not to let it show on his face though. To the Dursley's this was punishment. He had to act like he didn't want to go. He had considered himself smart for his age. He had proven himself smarter than Dudley at least. He didn't know about other kids his age. He had naver asossiated himself with others do to his "freakishness" as his uncle Vernon like to put it. He had spent most of his days doing housework or sitting in the nearby public library. He had been going to libraries and bookstores since he was four. Aunt Petunia had taken Dudley and was force to bring harry along. Since then any place that had books was like a haven to him. The librarian had taken a liking to him and taught him reading, writing, math, music, language and other things.
He had not expected that he would be smarter that the other kids by leaps and bounds.
When he walked into the class it was filled with other kids idly chatting about everything and nothing. He noticed the teacher and certain students were looking at him funny. He rased an elegant eyebrow. What were they staring at.
What he didn't realize was that he was absolutely stunning. His long dark black locks fell in choppy layers down his back. It raised slightly at the ends as if it were trying to fight the laws of gravity. His bangs covered the lightning bolt scar and framed his petite face and contrasted nicely with his pale complexion. His features were soft yet strong, kind but feral. He had pink pouty lips, high cheekbones, a cute button nose but the thing that stood out the most was his eyes. They were bright emerald green with small flakes of gold sprinkled in. his pupils were slightly cat like and made his face so much more defines. If that weren't enough He was a bit short for his age with a petite lithe body.
The years of ridicule from his relitives warpped his perception of himself. he thought he was ugly and a freak. But in reality he held an unearthly beauty.
He sat through his classes being as quiet aas he could compaired to his cousin who was loud and obnoxious. The teacher seemed to love him for that and smothered him with attention.
That night Harry had been carrying plates to set the table and Dudley felt the need to trip him as a form of payback for getting more attention that he did. He fell to the floor the plates shattering and the shards lodged into his arms. Blood covering the floor. Aunt Petunia was livid she had screamed at him for being worthless and stupid. When she finally tired of that uncle Vernon had dragged him by the hair into the upstairs bathroom and proceded to beat him bloody. Then he dragged him back downstairs and threw him intothe cupboard yelling about how he was a freak that didn't deserve to live.
end flashback
Harry gave a humorless laugh as he closed his eyes, imagining that he was healed that there was not a scar or bruise on his skin. He felt his body heat up and tingle. He loved that feeling. The feeling of his magic comforting him like the mother he never had. He had learned he could use magic when he was five. Last year he had been crying behing a large tree in "aunt Petunia's" garden. He was so upset that a rock ha dfloated off the ground right in front of him. He quieted his crying and the rock suddenly dropped.
He focused on the rock and willed it to float again, it did. Soon harry was experimenting with the extent of his powers. it was hard at first but soon he could just think of something and willed it to reality. It was an absolute high but he had to keep it a secret. He didn't want to give his relitives any more reason to hate his guts.
Harry quickly cleaned himself and his matress of any signs of blood. Then he quietly went into a dreamless sleep.
Harry opened his eyes blearily the next morning. He groaned and forced himself awake. He looked the toy watch he was using as an alarm claock. it was only six in the morning but harry knew that if he didn't wake up now while the Dursley's were asleep he wouldnever be able to clean himself up properly.
Now at eight years old Harry had quite a solid grip on his magic and was considered a prodigy by his teachers. Though he asked them not to tell anyone, they reluctantly agreed. He was up to collage level reading and writing, AP calculus (though he didn't really enjoy math), He enjoyed forensic science and leaning about history. He also had other talents though. He was now fluent in French, German, Japanese, Russian, Spanish, Chinese and some other lesser languages he found interesting such as Hawaiian and Filipino. He was currently learning Latin.
He aslo enjoyed music and learning new intruments. He had mastered violin, viola, chello, piano, guitar, flute and the harp. He loved any form of art from contour drawings to clay scuptures. He couldn't really do anything but sketch and color in his small cupbaord but some days he would go to school and skip classes (with permission) and just sit in the art room doing anything he felt doing that day.
Harry chuckled silently as he unlocked the cupboard door with his magic. He made his way silently to the guest bathroom with a towel he stole from aunt Petunia's closet. He took a shower, brushed his teeth and brushed his long, dark hair. He dressed in cloths three times his size, Dudley's old ones. He didn't care to much about what he wore.
He finally left the bathroom and locked himself back into the cupboard. About an hour and a half later aunt Petunia opened his cupboard and yelled at him to make breakfast. He stepped out of his cupboard and into the kitchen. He gracefully manuvered through the kitchen, this caused Petunia to boil with jealousy. She huffed and stompped out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Harry sighed and continued his work.
Midnight: Okay so im keeping it short to see how you all like it
Kit: If you like it then we'll keep writing
Ask: if you don't then we'll still write but the pplz who dont like it don't have to read
Midnight: so review but no flames plz