This is about Harry and it's in his p-o-v. It's very deep and hateful.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter. Duh.
Chapter One: Realizing Hate
This was so unfair. I'd lived ten years with three horrid people in one plain, annoying, wretched house. I'd made two best friends when I was eleven, but now I'm sixteen and I can't have just friends. I need more.
Yes I need a family but that ship has sailed. And no, I don't count my three "guardians" as family. There is no better antonym to fit them than "family."
Yeah I hate my life. I hate everything at stupid Privet Drive. I just want to go home. I want my best friends to take me home in a stupid flying car and not ever let me go back to stupid Privet Drive. I want to see the Weasleys again and Hermione and all the teachers and Hogwarts and even Malfoy and Snape and everything. Anything to get away from here.
Now I know I sound like a whiny little boy but you wouldn't get it unless you'd walked a zillion miles in my shoes. I feel like I haven't smiled in months; what's sad is that I'm probably right.
Every day I received letters from Cho Chang, my ex. She keeps begging and begging for me to take her back but she doesn't understand the meaning of "no." And that was all I'd ever right on my replies back to her too, "NO." But she still keeps sending me more and more. If my so-called aunt and uncle see that many letters coming through my window by owl, I'm dead.
*****
I opened my eyes to a blinding ray of light streaming through the window of my best friend, Ron's, room. I looked over to Ron's bed and saw he wasn't there. I really didn't feel like getting up so I closed my eyes again. It was only minutes until I had drifted back to sleep..
My godfather had vanished right before my very eyes.I didn't want to believe it. I really didn't. This couldn't be happening.he was all I had..There was nothing else left for me after this night.I could hear laughter from behind me. Who could seriously be laughing at a moment like this?! Oh yeah, my worst enemy, the one I'd hated ever since he tried to kill me when I was a year old. He'd killed my parents. He'd killed Cedric. I hate him. I hate everything-
I suddenly awoke with a strange burning on my forehead. I must have been suffering from a very temporary case of amnesia because I couldn't remember having a lightning-shaped scar on my forehead for several moments. Then the past came flooding back to me. Nothing of my past had at all gone the right way. I had no chance of getting to know my family, I had lived ten long years of pain, then finding only a few friends, then the one piece of family that I'd found was taken away.
I decided right then and there, lying in bed, barely awake, that I hate everything.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter. Duh.
Chapter One: Realizing Hate
This was so unfair. I'd lived ten years with three horrid people in one plain, annoying, wretched house. I'd made two best friends when I was eleven, but now I'm sixteen and I can't have just friends. I need more.
Yes I need a family but that ship has sailed. And no, I don't count my three "guardians" as family. There is no better antonym to fit them than "family."
Yeah I hate my life. I hate everything at stupid Privet Drive. I just want to go home. I want my best friends to take me home in a stupid flying car and not ever let me go back to stupid Privet Drive. I want to see the Weasleys again and Hermione and all the teachers and Hogwarts and even Malfoy and Snape and everything. Anything to get away from here.
Now I know I sound like a whiny little boy but you wouldn't get it unless you'd walked a zillion miles in my shoes. I feel like I haven't smiled in months; what's sad is that I'm probably right.
Every day I received letters from Cho Chang, my ex. She keeps begging and begging for me to take her back but she doesn't understand the meaning of "no." And that was all I'd ever right on my replies back to her too, "NO." But she still keeps sending me more and more. If my so-called aunt and uncle see that many letters coming through my window by owl, I'm dead.
*****
I opened my eyes to a blinding ray of light streaming through the window of my best friend, Ron's, room. I looked over to Ron's bed and saw he wasn't there. I really didn't feel like getting up so I closed my eyes again. It was only minutes until I had drifted back to sleep..
My godfather had vanished right before my very eyes.I didn't want to believe it. I really didn't. This couldn't be happening.he was all I had..There was nothing else left for me after this night.I could hear laughter from behind me. Who could seriously be laughing at a moment like this?! Oh yeah, my worst enemy, the one I'd hated ever since he tried to kill me when I was a year old. He'd killed my parents. He'd killed Cedric. I hate him. I hate everything-
I suddenly awoke with a strange burning on my forehead. I must have been suffering from a very temporary case of amnesia because I couldn't remember having a lightning-shaped scar on my forehead for several moments. Then the past came flooding back to me. Nothing of my past had at all gone the right way. I had no chance of getting to know my family, I had lived ten long years of pain, then finding only a few friends, then the one piece of family that I'd found was taken away.
I decided right then and there, lying in bed, barely awake, that I hate everything.