Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and all that jazz that accompanies him, that honor goes to the lovely J. K. Rowling. I do however own Nicole and some of the other randomness in here.
Alright, here's the thing. I got this idea of writing this Dark Harry fanfic but I just don't know if I really want to write it. So I decided I was going to just write the first chapter and see what kind of feed back I get. So here it goes, I guess…
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Dear Dairy/Journal type thing…
I do believe I have reached a new level of boredom. I have trained, showered and was about to go to bed. Now three hours later, I am still sitting here! How is this insanity possible? I keep saying that I should go to sleep but sleep just doesn't want to see me for some reason. Probably off shagging some other fellow…
The teenager's eyes widened.
Oh no, look, I'm personifying things. I'm so bloody bored, that I'm personifying things!
He rolled his eyes and continued his writing.
You know, Bella said that if I wanted to make myself sleepy that I should take it out on a book. Of course I'm sure this is not what she meant by it but I love to misinterpret her, its so fun watching her get her knickers in a bunch.
It's my sixteenth birthday and Nic is running late. How could she? She knows the tradition, the bloody tradition! We are supposed to sneak out and she is supposed to buy me all the bloody drinks I want. I did it for her when it was her birthday! Of course we weren't counting on father giving her an assignment out of no where but hey, she still got to kick my arse today so that should give me some drinks. And you know she loved it too, nothing like beating up your sibling to make the day go by. Everyone's done it too, don't even try and tell me you haven't or at least thought of it. Everyone with a sibling, doesn't matter age or gender, has wanted to beat the bloody hell out of their sibling at one point or another. And for all those blessed children who were an only child have thought about doing the same to one of their best friends that felt like family any way at least once. You know they thought about it at least once! Don't try and pull off the whole innocent bullshit either, you know you've thought about it at least once. You know someone has said something ludicrous and you just thought to yourself, 'damn, someone should smack you across the head for saying that'.
The teen snorted softly to himself and continued writing.
Lord look at me now. I'm writing in a dairy/journal type thing writing as if I'm talking to an audience while still feeling the same emotion. Guess what it is? You know you want to. You know it. You got it. That's right. It's boredom!
He chuckled softly while shaking his head at himself and continued.
Just take a moment out of your time and look at me. I am Harry Riddle, the Lord Voldemort's only adopted son, the Dark Lord's Prince. My father is the Dark Lord, number one enemy of the Ministry of Magic and terrorizer to all that is Light. Not to mention he is kind of out there in morbid land, I mean the guy's got an army following him called Death Eaters. How morbid can you get? My only blood relative is my sister, Nicole, and we all know she's secretly crazy, especially with some of the stunts she pulls. But I still love her and no one will ever know that I said that besides me and this lovely little black book. I only have two friends that are in my generation besides my sister, one's an arrogant blonde-headed Hogwarts student and son of a Death Eater. He's also a son of a something else but I'll keep that comment to myself...for now anyway. And the other's a bloody vampire, American living vampire at that, whose grandfather is a psychotic lunatic. No wonder father and him get along so well. Don't get me wrong, I love my father and all but he's still kind of loopy and probably residents in morbid land. Now Bella and Lucius are okay. Lucius is kind of annoying with that whole Dark Prince crap that he started and Bella has this motherly streak that really doesn't suit her. I think she might be jealous that her sister, Narcissa, has got a kid so that's why she treats me and Nicole like she does. Hell, after all that I think I have a right to be slightly insane. I wasn't always this way, they made me this way.
Harry's smile faded and now a content look of deep thought crossed his features.
It kind of makes me wonder what life would be like though. To not have been thrown out by your drunken and abusive mess of a father and orphaned at such a young age. To have lived and loved my biological family. To not be the son a one of the most feared wizards in the wizarding world. To be like Draco and just be a normal kid going to school.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not one to complain. I have a great life here at the Riddle Manor. Aside from the whole Death Eaters, murders and whole 'we're waging a war here people' thing, I love it. You get this certain independence that most kids probably don't. I love the Dark Arts, it's so fascinating and complex that it takes real dedication to learn and a deeper devotion to understand. Mind you I could never be so far off into the deep end like father and have red eyes and all but I still think it's great. The training is harsh and the assignments are even worse but the adrenaline rush that I get with it is incredible. I'm not fond of the whole 'sorry bud but looks like I'm going to have to kill you now' thing isn't great but I do get the chance to beat the bloody shit out of people and I'm cool with that. Call me an instigator but I love trouble and trouble loves me. (Shit! I'm personifying again!) All the fighting techniques I've learned are so amazing. Each one carrying their own legacy and lethal side to them. (I did it again!)
Harry looked up as he heard people talking just down the hallway.
Well looks like our time is up. Sorry lovely little black book but I've got places to be, drinks to chug and an unfinished agenda that says I should be drunk by now. Got to go.
Harry closed the book and put it, and the Never-ending quill, in his bedside table drawer. He was about to get up to see who had been talking down the hallway when the door opened. His sister stood there running a hand through her long wet hair. "Hey Harry, had to take a quick shower before we go. Father's already well asleep and Bella is the only one who's up really." Harry ran over to his wardrobe after taking his sister appearance in. She always had this funky but cool style of mixing witch and muggle styles together and somehow always managed to pull it off. Tonight she had on her robes that were open to leather pants, black dragon hide boots and a gothic tank top with straps down the front.
"Did the assignment go well?" Harry asked and motioned for her to come in and close the door.
She did as he gestured and turned around so that he could change. "Yeah, same ol', same ol'. Oh and Harry put on some muggle clothes, where I'm planning on taking you, you'll need 'em."
Harry sighed and threw the wizarding clothes back in the wardrobe and went to a different drawer. "How did you know I was going in that drawer?"
Nicole smirked, "Because that's the one that squeaks. Besides I know you."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah I know, that's the sad part."
"Hey! If I wasn't afraid that you were naked right now, I'd turn around and slap you for that."
Harry laughed and mocked her. "What? Afraid to see your brother naked? Now you know why I never come into your room!"
"No, you never come into my room because of what you're afraid you'll find. Besides you're my brother and my eyes would burn out of their sockets if I ever saw you like that." She laughed as she heard him mutter something that sounded a lot like 'stupid sister'. "Ah Harry you know you love me."
"Now that's the sad part, what makes you think I love you?"
"What? Never heard of woman's intuition?"
Harry laughed. "Because I would rather not come to any physical harm, I'm not going to answer that question."
Nicole smirked, "Smart man."
"Now are you going to tell me the real reason?"
"I thought I just did but if I must amuse you and since it's your birthday I'll tell you. I know you love me because you're writing in a diary that I'm apparently not supposed to know about that happens to be located in your bedside drawer that also happens to be opened to the page you last wrote on, I'm guessing from the weight you put on it, and it says so." Nicole smirked.
Harry's eyes widened and he looked over at the bedside table. He had forgotten to close the drawer! And now his dairy/journal type thing was opened and ready for anyone to see. Even though Nicole was halfway across the room she had always had excellent vision which in turn made her an excellent assassin. Harry pulled out a spare wand from his wardrobe and flicked it closed and locked it magically. "Why must you go through my things?" Harry exasperated.
"Dear younger brother, I did not go through your things because I would never do that, as you know I wouldn't. But I can not help but to read what is left out in the open."
Harry smiled slightly and finished tying his shoe. He walked over and put his hand on his sister shoulder. She turned around and smiled at him. "Happy birthday dearest brother, you're sixteen now."
"I've been sixteen for a while but thanks." He smiled at her and gave her a hug. "So where are you taking me?" The bubble of excitement had been slowly growing ever since that morning when his sister had told him of their little late night adventure.
She smiled at him and checked his muggle wear. He wore a tight black t-shirt that showed off his muscled chest, baggy black jeans held up by a silver belt, black tennis shoes, a silver chain around his neck and all caped like his sister in black wizarding robes. "Excellent, now we must hurry off before the concert starts."
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What do you think? Should I continue or not? Read & Review and we shall see!
