Disclamier: Does not own anything, of importance at least..
Secret defender
The pain spread throw his body, but of course it did not show, it never did, even if he was so weak that he could not walk. He had learned never to show any weakness. He was just going to cope with it, to make it. Not for his sake, but for the ones he cared for, not that they cared about him, they probably hated him. If he thought about it he could not think of anyone that did not held the deepest hate for him. But that made it just so much better, it made it easier for him to keep his dark secret.
But sometimes he longed after somebody that he could scream out his pain and torture to, somebody that at least could give him a look of understanding and maybe a little bit of compassion. But where come that silly thought from, he deserved it, he deserved to suffer more than any other, that had been beaten, whipping and tortured in him since he was a baby.
But when he slowly got on the train, others would see him walk in a superior walking stile, confidently sweeping, gliding throw the aisle. He had long trained for this, you just could not get the impression of being cruel, ice cold if you were dragging yourself forward. It worked because the students the stood in his way, pressed their body against the walls so he could walk past, some had a scared face, others faces showed a bit flashing anger. The few who did not move out of the way directly, did so after a look at his storming grey eyes, that were hard as stone, but it was not really the hardness that made them move, it was the total absent of any human emotions in them. Some girls of course looked once of twice at his face, even without emotions, that was beautiful and some brave once even glanced at his body before they got out of his way. Nobody sad a word to him, and he did not say anything, in fact he did not really noticed the people he passed.
He found a empty compartment, well it was not really empty but the fist years sitting there fled, he did not notice them. He sunk down on a bench, completely drained after his march through the train . He drew deeply after his breath, but that was a major mistake. The pain soared in him, God how were he going to make it, he quietly mumbled a spell. The pain sank a little, just enough to make him regain his cool expression and put on a superior smirk before the compartment door opened and in steeped They.
Harry looked at the person in the compartment with an angry expression, why should he of all sit there, that person he despised, that spoiled, rich brat. The anger boiled in him when he saw the ice-cold, emotionless eyes the turned to look at him and his two best friends, with a expressions of deepest distaste.
Draco signed mentally and made some nasty remark, something that just came automatically throw his mouth. When he saw the three all got red in there faces of fury he wondered what he could have sad, it must have been good, but how hard he thought he could not remember it. God he was so tired, he just wanted to lie down and sleep.. forever, but no he could not do that. He had to do something good before he disappeared from this world, but..
Secret defender
The pain spread throw his body, but of course it did not show, it never did, even if he was so weak that he could not walk. He had learned never to show any weakness. He was just going to cope with it, to make it. Not for his sake, but for the ones he cared for, not that they cared about him, they probably hated him. If he thought about it he could not think of anyone that did not held the deepest hate for him. But that made it just so much better, it made it easier for him to keep his dark secret.
But sometimes he longed after somebody that he could scream out his pain and torture to, somebody that at least could give him a look of understanding and maybe a little bit of compassion. But where come that silly thought from, he deserved it, he deserved to suffer more than any other, that had been beaten, whipping and tortured in him since he was a baby.
But when he slowly got on the train, others would see him walk in a superior walking stile, confidently sweeping, gliding throw the aisle. He had long trained for this, you just could not get the impression of being cruel, ice cold if you were dragging yourself forward. It worked because the students the stood in his way, pressed their body against the walls so he could walk past, some had a scared face, others faces showed a bit flashing anger. The few who did not move out of the way directly, did so after a look at his storming grey eyes, that were hard as stone, but it was not really the hardness that made them move, it was the total absent of any human emotions in them. Some girls of course looked once of twice at his face, even without emotions, that was beautiful and some brave once even glanced at his body before they got out of his way. Nobody sad a word to him, and he did not say anything, in fact he did not really noticed the people he passed.
He found a empty compartment, well it was not really empty but the fist years sitting there fled, he did not notice them. He sunk down on a bench, completely drained after his march through the train . He drew deeply after his breath, but that was a major mistake. The pain soared in him, God how were he going to make it, he quietly mumbled a spell. The pain sank a little, just enough to make him regain his cool expression and put on a superior smirk before the compartment door opened and in steeped They.
Harry looked at the person in the compartment with an angry expression, why should he of all sit there, that person he despised, that spoiled, rich brat. The anger boiled in him when he saw the ice-cold, emotionless eyes the turned to look at him and his two best friends, with a expressions of deepest distaste.
Draco signed mentally and made some nasty remark, something that just came automatically throw his mouth. When he saw the three all got red in there faces of fury he wondered what he could have sad, it must have been good, but how hard he thought he could not remember it. God he was so tired, he just wanted to lie down and sleep.. forever, but no he could not do that. He had to do something good before he disappeared from this world, but..