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Through My Green Eyes
A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
25 April, 2010 Anno Domini
Tarnished Silver Things
I stood over the body, and no tears fell. I remembered Dumbledore's words, cautioning me to never revel in death, lest I turn Dark. I snorted. I had none of my former mentors' reluctance to turn towards power. My mother hadn't either. When I went to Godric's Hollow for the first time, it was quite the surprise to find dozens upon dozens of journals by my own mother detailing her experiments in Dark Magic, and the ways she fought addiction to it. And the kicker – they worked. I toed the snake-like body. Such a foolish man, Tom. He could have gotten all he wanted with some lovely old-fashioned bribery, but he took a violent route. His loss.
The dead man twitched. I glared. Bastard. "So Potter," he rasped. "You've beaten me, have you? Good job." He laughed. "Now now, we can't have the hero's adventures end, now can we? My last gift, vado tergum ut prothoplastus…" Voldemort wheezed, and then his eyes closed in triumph. He was really and truly dead.
I felt a tug on my sleeve, what in the world? The world was mixing around me, funny colours, all mixing together, but still separate, like paint and glue. The colours drained away, and I woke up.
"Potter!" yelled Uncle Vernon. "Get up! Your Aunt's taking you shopping!"
Oh, damn.
...
I was four again. Oh, damn. The Dursleys hated me as a kid! Well, not always. Until I performed my first accidental magic when I was four and my hair turned green they were fine. When I was four… vado tergum ut prothoplastus…
Mold face returned me to the start of it all. My first magic at the Dursleys! That was before Dumbledore blocked of my Metamorphmagus powers, so… I could fix it. I needed to plan, though…
"NOW!"
I jumped. Okay, what had happened when they saw my hair? I said I liked it, it was just like magic… and Uncle Vernon threw me into the cupboard. So… I had to act scared and like a Dursley. I hated to trick them when, at this pint in time, they had been nothing but good to me, but I had to. I would not lose my family again. Aunt had always had a weakness for my mother, no matter how much she tried to rid herself of it.
Nodding to myself, I willed my hair red, just exactly like my mothers' had been. I pulled my hair up and plastered a grin on my face. Dursleys here I come. Running down the stairs, I called out, "Au' Tuney! Au' Tuney! Unca Ve'non said we gonna go shopping! Can we go to the shoppin' centre wif de playg'ound? Pleeaase?" By the time I finished talking, I was in the kitchen, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were staring at me like the world was crashing down around them. I gave them an innocent, curious look, and asked, "Au' Tuney? Unca Ve'non? Wha's w'ong? Why you sad?"
Aunt Petunia shook her head and asked, her voice low and dangerous, "What. Did you do. To your hair?"
I cocked my head. "What you mean, Au' Tuney?"
"Look in the mirror and see if you don't know!" she said, her voice turning shrill. I widened my eyes and ran to the hallway, and looked in the mirror. Then I screamed. "Au' Tuney! Make it go 'way! I wan' it ta go 'way Au' Tuney!" I shouted, forcing tears down my face. I hated this. I felt like Dumbledore, manipulating them. I looked at my Aunt, and her face softened. She came over and wrapped me in her arms.
"It's okay, sweetheart, shh, it'll be alright. Just… think about your hair turning back to normal, okay? It'll stop."
I nodded and whispered, "otay." I closed my eyes and concentrated on my normal hair, black like my father's, and silky and straight like my Aunts.
I heard her sigh in relief. "See, sweetheart? All better. Now, we can't go shopping today, but tomorrow I'll take you and Dudders to… the Zoo, okay?" I nodded. "Good, now go play with Dudley, I want to talk to your Uncle." I ran up the stairs, and stopped at the top, turned myself invisible with one of Mother's spells, and silenced myself.
"-Knew it would happen, Pet. What now?"
"I don't know, Vern. She doesn't seem to like magic, so at least she wants to be normal, but… I swear, I thought I was looking at Lily's ghost!"
"Well, she's not normal, we know that now. I think…"
"That we should treat her like she's normal?"
"Yes. She's fine, and if anything, whatever she did to change her looks will help her to hide from that lot."
"I suppose… I'll take the children to the Library, then, and they can look at books. Hurry up, now. It's almost eight thirty."
"Goodbye, love. Be home at six."
The front door closed and Aunt Petunia stood there a few moments before starting up the stairs. I ran into the bathroom and flushed the toilet, coming out just as she reached the top of the stairs. "Oh, Hadri, I'm taking you and Dudders to the Library, get your bag." I nodded and ran to my room to get my red knapsack. I wasn't going to slack off this time.
Author's Notes/Author's Rants: This has been lying on my computer for over a year now; thought I'd put it up. :D
Mercy. 7/21/2010