Hey! Enjoy please! **5th year**
This is a responce to Severitus's Challenge. Severitus, I do hope I get this right. I would like to make a more Snape father-figure, not the true father, but I won't change your challenge. Please tell me if you like it. Thanks
I'M GIDDY! ^^;; ^_~ ^^ hahaha! ::squeals::
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or this idea (this is Severitus's Challenge)
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I think I'm ill. That's all I need to say when my friends ask, right? I hope so. Speaking of my friends, I haven't owled them or recieved owls in a while. Somewhere in my mind, I'm glad. If they saw any hint of the abu...disapline I get, I have no doubt that they wouldn't be here as quick as they could be. But for truth to myself, I do think I'm ill. I often feel like vomiting, but never do. My skin is clamy and I'm weak and tired. I still do my chores, of course I do, if I didn't... I can't think about what they'd do..
I can hear Dudley's radio from here. I am hardly familar to the music, for I cannot sit and listen to it, but only hear the muffle of it from my own room. No it wasn't my room, it's Dudley's second room. Sometimes the music calms me, but this music was fast and ruff. Rap. I didn't have anything against it, but right now wasn't the time to hear it.
My stomache gives a quiver and I rush to the bathroom, thankful the bathroom was open. I lean over the toilet. Dudley walks in because he saw me run past his room. He mocks me with a grin on his face. I know he'd enjoy beating me up right now if I didn't vomit on him.
"Little green today, eh? Suits you, you alien. All strange and everything. I'm suprised that Mum and Dad didn't put you in the orphanage yet. Surely you don't think you'd get foster parents, nobody would want you. And when you went to the orphanage, and they found out your abnormalty,they wouldn't keep you. And you know those stupid birds wouldn't be allowed to fly around there," Dudley smirked.
I'm suprised he thought that much about this. I knew this, I frightened myself sometimes thinking of what would happen. But Dudley thinking of this, he must have thought of it earlier, he couldn't have just thought of that all just then. And he must've really wanted me out of there, to become an only chiled. Though, really I wouldn't think there'd be much difference for him. He would continue to be spoiled, continue to be fat. Honestly, my being here must bring the slightest amont of disapline to him.
When I feel that I would not throw up, I just walk past Dudley as if he wasn't there. I walk towards my room and become somwhat frightened. I can practically taste Dudley's anger at me. He doesn't like to be ignored. His huge body comes running after me. I try and hurry into my room. But not so fast, I was getting light headed just for the jog I put in to escape Dudley. I knew Dudley was going to play his favorite sport -- Beat Harry Up -- very soon. If I could have only been a little faster I would have gotten the door closed. But he easily caught up to me and tackled me. I had gotten taller, but certainly not bigger. In fact I think I'm smaller than I was last year, even if you include my (if you call it) growth spurt. I did loose weight. And I'm not sure how much, but when I fell, I could feel my ribs begin to be crushed. It hurt horible. I'm not sure if I screamed loudly, but nontheless, I screamed. Dudley must have gotten frightened when I screamed, thinking his father and mother would come, and got off of me.
I gasped for air. I knew the Dursleys were away, buying presents for Dudley, and had just told him that they needed to go grocery shopping. I thanked Merlin that Dudley had forgotten. I was fine. I knew some bruises would appear, but no broken bones. I scooted myself away from Dudley, too weak to accually get up and get away. Dudley remembered that the Dursleys had gone out nad smirked that evil grin that I so often found on Snape or Malfoy. He punched his fist into his other hand, indicating I was going to get beat up...big time. As if my loving uncle's beatings weren't enough. I'm sure, by this time, Dudley forgot why he was mad at me in the first place and just wanted me dead. Hah! Let's see who wants me dead - Dudley, Vernon, Petunia, Snape, Malfoy, and Volemort and the Death Eaters. Sure there was more, but these people *hate* me. My lungs are burning and hurt tremendously, and I realize I haven't breathed for some time. Was I that frightened from Dudley, a Muggle? When I breath, my breath is unsteady and I see my hand shake uncontrolably. I don't want Dudley to see I am frightened by him, and I move my, nearly numb, hand behind me and put a straight face on.
That mask. That same mask I put on when I am frightened, worried, and so much more. Why is it that even when I'm at Hogwart I wear this mask? Am I really too proud to admit that I can be frightened? Or is it that I'm so damn popular that if I were to be scared, that people would fill me with concerned questions. 'What's wrong, Harry?' And what am I to tell them? 'Volemort's going to kill me'? Heh! No, everyone knows that. Or are people to blind to think I am not all that strong, that I was guarded all these years?
I remember what's going on when I get punched in my gut. Oh god, it hurts. But I do not cry in pain. Nor scream. I can taste blood in my mouth, but I do not let it seep out my lips. The next blow to my stomache takes the wind out of my and the blood is coughed onto my legs. I see Dudley smirk in satifaction. He clenches his first harder and smiles broadly. His arm swings like a pendulum, two hard hits in my stomache and one last to finish his job on my cheek.
The last I remember before dark consumed me was Dudley's voice say, "I'll see you later."
Oh god, he was going to enjoy beating me up later! Please no, Merlin, don't let this happen...
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::Squeals:: I rather enjoyed writing Harry POV. That was fun! Severitus I hope this turns out well, and I'm so glad you challenged us writers! This is fun to write! Please, readers, tell me what you think! Any suggestions I *maybe* will take. I have ideas of my own, plus I'm following the guide lines of Severitus's challenge. Flames are accepted only if you give me a reason why you don't like something, really people you can't just say "you suck" and that really wouldn't make sence. would it? hehe I hope I don't get flames though, lol. Thanks for reading!
~Stephanie
This is a responce to Severitus's Challenge. Severitus, I do hope I get this right. I would like to make a more Snape father-figure, not the true father, but I won't change your challenge. Please tell me if you like it. Thanks
I'M GIDDY! ^^;; ^_~ ^^ hahaha! ::squeals::
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or this idea (this is Severitus's Challenge)
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I think I'm ill. That's all I need to say when my friends ask, right? I hope so. Speaking of my friends, I haven't owled them or recieved owls in a while. Somewhere in my mind, I'm glad. If they saw any hint of the abu...disapline I get, I have no doubt that they wouldn't be here as quick as they could be. But for truth to myself, I do think I'm ill. I often feel like vomiting, but never do. My skin is clamy and I'm weak and tired. I still do my chores, of course I do, if I didn't... I can't think about what they'd do..
I can hear Dudley's radio from here. I am hardly familar to the music, for I cannot sit and listen to it, but only hear the muffle of it from my own room. No it wasn't my room, it's Dudley's second room. Sometimes the music calms me, but this music was fast and ruff. Rap. I didn't have anything against it, but right now wasn't the time to hear it.
My stomache gives a quiver and I rush to the bathroom, thankful the bathroom was open. I lean over the toilet. Dudley walks in because he saw me run past his room. He mocks me with a grin on his face. I know he'd enjoy beating me up right now if I didn't vomit on him.
"Little green today, eh? Suits you, you alien. All strange and everything. I'm suprised that Mum and Dad didn't put you in the orphanage yet. Surely you don't think you'd get foster parents, nobody would want you. And when you went to the orphanage, and they found out your abnormalty,they wouldn't keep you. And you know those stupid birds wouldn't be allowed to fly around there," Dudley smirked.
I'm suprised he thought that much about this. I knew this, I frightened myself sometimes thinking of what would happen. But Dudley thinking of this, he must have thought of it earlier, he couldn't have just thought of that all just then. And he must've really wanted me out of there, to become an only chiled. Though, really I wouldn't think there'd be much difference for him. He would continue to be spoiled, continue to be fat. Honestly, my being here must bring the slightest amont of disapline to him.
When I feel that I would not throw up, I just walk past Dudley as if he wasn't there. I walk towards my room and become somwhat frightened. I can practically taste Dudley's anger at me. He doesn't like to be ignored. His huge body comes running after me. I try and hurry into my room. But not so fast, I was getting light headed just for the jog I put in to escape Dudley. I knew Dudley was going to play his favorite sport -- Beat Harry Up -- very soon. If I could have only been a little faster I would have gotten the door closed. But he easily caught up to me and tackled me. I had gotten taller, but certainly not bigger. In fact I think I'm smaller than I was last year, even if you include my (if you call it) growth spurt. I did loose weight. And I'm not sure how much, but when I fell, I could feel my ribs begin to be crushed. It hurt horible. I'm not sure if I screamed loudly, but nontheless, I screamed. Dudley must have gotten frightened when I screamed, thinking his father and mother would come, and got off of me.
I gasped for air. I knew the Dursleys were away, buying presents for Dudley, and had just told him that they needed to go grocery shopping. I thanked Merlin that Dudley had forgotten. I was fine. I knew some bruises would appear, but no broken bones. I scooted myself away from Dudley, too weak to accually get up and get away. Dudley remembered that the Dursleys had gone out nad smirked that evil grin that I so often found on Snape or Malfoy. He punched his fist into his other hand, indicating I was going to get beat up...big time. As if my loving uncle's beatings weren't enough. I'm sure, by this time, Dudley forgot why he was mad at me in the first place and just wanted me dead. Hah! Let's see who wants me dead - Dudley, Vernon, Petunia, Snape, Malfoy, and Volemort and the Death Eaters. Sure there was more, but these people *hate* me. My lungs are burning and hurt tremendously, and I realize I haven't breathed for some time. Was I that frightened from Dudley, a Muggle? When I breath, my breath is unsteady and I see my hand shake uncontrolably. I don't want Dudley to see I am frightened by him, and I move my, nearly numb, hand behind me and put a straight face on.
That mask. That same mask I put on when I am frightened, worried, and so much more. Why is it that even when I'm at Hogwart I wear this mask? Am I really too proud to admit that I can be frightened? Or is it that I'm so damn popular that if I were to be scared, that people would fill me with concerned questions. 'What's wrong, Harry?' And what am I to tell them? 'Volemort's going to kill me'? Heh! No, everyone knows that. Or are people to blind to think I am not all that strong, that I was guarded all these years?
I remember what's going on when I get punched in my gut. Oh god, it hurts. But I do not cry in pain. Nor scream. I can taste blood in my mouth, but I do not let it seep out my lips. The next blow to my stomache takes the wind out of my and the blood is coughed onto my legs. I see Dudley smirk in satifaction. He clenches his first harder and smiles broadly. His arm swings like a pendulum, two hard hits in my stomache and one last to finish his job on my cheek.
The last I remember before dark consumed me was Dudley's voice say, "I'll see you later."
Oh god, he was going to enjoy beating me up later! Please no, Merlin, don't let this happen...
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::Squeals:: I rather enjoyed writing Harry POV. That was fun! Severitus I hope this turns out well, and I'm so glad you challenged us writers! This is fun to write! Please, readers, tell me what you think! Any suggestions I *maybe* will take. I have ideas of my own, plus I'm following the guide lines of Severitus's challenge. Flames are accepted only if you give me a reason why you don't like something, really people you can't just say "you suck" and that really wouldn't make sence. would it? hehe I hope I don't get flames though, lol. Thanks for reading!
~Stephanie