Emotions
Chapter 1: Numbing
Harry Potter sat, forlorn, on his bed in Privet Drive. His owl, Hedwig, hooted softly in the corner, still asleep. As he had already read and reread all of his books, all he could do now was think. Surprisingly, that was what he least wanted to do. Images of the third task in the Triwizard Tournament plagued his dreams and the fear of his upcoming underage wizardry trial haunted his thoughts. As if it wasn't bad enough, his 'friends' were sending him vague letters that sounded as if a stranger had sent them. Now Harry was locked in his room while the Dursley's were at some place or another (he hadn't really paid attention), and not for the first time that night, he was utterly consumed by his pessimistic thoughts.
Two hours. Two hours he had been sitting here, doing nothing. Harry glanced at the clock. 10:00. 'Great' he thought. He slipped his hand underneath his mattress, his fingers searching for the only thing that could make him feel better, as it had since he was nine. Slowly he dragged the thin, smooth piece of glass out of the mattress and caressed it gently in his hand. Harry then smoothly slid up the sleeve of his shirt and proceeded to add to the array of cuts and scars that littered the upper parts of his arm. Rhythmically he sliced. For his parents. For letting Wormtail escape. For letting Cedric die when it should have been him. It should have been him. Cleaning himself and the shard off with a rag, he returned it to its hiding place and fell into an uneasy sleep.
The Order of the Phoenix cautiously entered Harry Potter's 'home'. A witch with shocking, bubblegum pink hair, known as Tonks, bumped into a coat rack which then knocked over a plastic bottle that fell on a can of soup that nudged a glass over the edge of the pristine counter and crashed on the floor. "Nymphandora, would it kill you to be a tad more cautious! CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" 'Mad-Eye' Moody said in a furious whisper. Everyone froze and looked up at the ceiling, waiting to hear if Harry would finally come down. Many were excited to see THE Harry Potter, so many had volunteered, but Remus Lupin, one of Harry's old professors and his parent's friend, knew that Harry was rather shy and wouldn't want an 'audience'.
"Remus, Nympandora, go up and check and check to see if the boy is here and bring him down." Ordered Moody. Both nodded and stealthily climbed the spotless stairs. Lupin was entirely focused on finding Harry, but Tonks was rather distracted wondering about the strange muggle home she was in. That was most likely the reason why she didn't notice when her fingers brushed a picture frame that went crashing on the floor.
It was a sheepish Tonks that the Order members first saw when they raced up the stairs to see who was being attacked. Needless to say, they weren't all too happy, but everyone then finished climbing the stairs together and began looking for Harry's room.
Remus Lupin was concerned. He knew Harry, and usually Harry would be the first one down the stairs, wand ready. But still, there was no sign of him, not even pictures, and this worried him. Finally, after checking all the other rooms, the wizards and witches came to the last door, but were appalled to see it was locked from the outside. Most shook of this minor detail, murmured a quick 'Alohmora', and opened Harry's door. The sight that greeted their eyes was a pale and sweaty fifteen year old boy thrashing in his bed. Everyone bowed their heads. No one so young should ever have that pained expression on their face.
Harry Potter was having a nightmare. A bad one. Voldemort was laughing his high, cruel laugh while saying "Bow to death, Harry". Then it shifted, dementors were gliding towards him, his fathers words, "Take Harry and run! I'll hold him off! Its him!" and his mothers, "Take me instead, please not Harry!" were smashing against his skull. Finally he saw Voldemort as a puppeteer, pulling the strings on dolls that resembled his friends, Ron and Hermione, and his godfather, Sirius. It was rather strange when he woke up to about a dozen people staring down at him with somber expressions on their faces.
Authors Note: HEY! This is my first fanfiction, and I would really appreciate any feedback or ideas. Please tell me if I should continue! THANKS! PEACE!