Title: The Colour of Hate
Author: Mistress Potter
Pairings: implied Harry/Vernon, Vernon/Harry
Rating: R (You'll have to email me at to ask for the Nc-17 version)
Warning: This is the edited version of the Nc-17 version, so yeah, not much to say just a bit of violence, angst, and a bit of hatred towards blondes.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling (my hero), various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Blond is the colour of hate…there's a reason why Harry doesn't like blondes, like Draco Malfoy. The colour of hate…
Author's Notes: Please, if you are a blonde or a relative/boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife is a blonde/blond, PLEASE do not get offended. Given the fact that I was born a blonde and I have not hate towards blondes or blonds. Harry of course does not hate blondes, but this is my fic with JK's characters and it is not true! I'm just trying to have a bit of fun.
P.S. I wrote this fic before my accident, and I know what you are thinking right now "What happened to Such Sweet Innocence" and "No Choice at All"? Such Sweet Innocence was erased from but not "No Choice at All". It's still here but I'm working on the next chapter, meanwhile I decided to post this fic for a long time but I didn't have the time and you already know why. Enjoy!
THE COLOUR OF HATE
The first time I saw him before my first year at Hogwarts started, before all this angst started, I felt that you could probably be the only one, the only blonde, whom I didn't have to hate. You were beautiful, you know, with your short silvery blonde hair and those feral grey eyes and that sinister smile of yours. I wanted to touch your soft-like hair, running through my thin bony fingers and for the first time, you returning the favour. But I knew it couldn't be that way…the way you act, arrogant, confident, viewing everyone you saw as if they were below and you elevating from all of us.
Yet I couldn't taake back your smarmy comments, but just stayed silent until the day at the train when you insulted my best red-haired friend.
You were just like that person…that person who took a hold of my body before I started my first year at Hogwarts…my own uncle.
He disgusted me above all others; Snape, you, even Voldemort.
Flashback:
! (Edited Version, sorry!)
End of Flashback
Blonde is the colour of hate, I always knew. It may not be considered a colour, but at least it is a real colour unlike black or white. You're silvery blonde hair is the colour of hate…you are the colour of hate. I hated you with so much passion burning through my heart the moment I laid eyes on you.
You didn't look like my uncle, but you still had that same hair colour, that colour full of hate. But yet, you're not my uncle…you're just a snobby, blonde haired little bastard. Someone who would do anything just to get attention.
But who am I to judge…you're just someone of my age. We may have pale creamy skin like the snow and our heights are almost the same. But your hair colour makes you so different from me.
You're the colour of hate.
Blond is the colour of hate.
The End