No
Such Thing as Black or White
Chapter 1
Spoilersseason one of BTVS books 1 through 4
Takes place after a made up book five and I'm saying that Dudley is a year older then Harry. Also I don't know how much pounds are worth but I'm saying that a galleon is about $20. I apologize beforehand for my abysmal grammar and spelling. It has never then my strong suit.
I don't own anything
Harry's POV
It was cold, so cold. I could see it rather then feel it. It was like someone else was sitting there in front of me on the ground, shivering on the wood floor.
Like someone else was slowly dying there before my eyes. But it wasn't someone else dying, it was me. And even though I knew I should feel something, fear, hate, anger, cold, remorse, anything, I felt nothing.
I don't exactly know when it came about. Not feeling anything, simply existing.
I think it probably came about over time, like a shadow just before dark. You know it is only a shadow now, but slowly the dark will come in, over powering the light. Coming over you and swallowing you whether you want to be taken or not.
It doesn't happen all at once though. It takes you down slowly. Swallowing you as to savor your fear. Allowing you to see all the monsters inside the shadows; the ones that are real and the ones that your fear creates.
For me in the beginning I welcomed the darkness and the numbness that came with it.
Hiding in it when there was no were to retreat to, no friends or loved ones to turn to and to me it was much more then these things.
It was my soul and the way I survived and had always survived when I had nowhere else to turn but in. And now when I am so scared that my death will be sooner than even I anticipated, it is my life.
I don't know exactly when it came to this. Probably right after the death eater incident.
You see last June during the last week of school one of the slytherins, Blaise Zabini to be exact, became possessed by Voldemort. He caught me off guard in the back during potions and a giant duel followed.
Running out of spells I decided to turn to the dark arts and doing so won the duel while Voldemort fled back into his own body.
The only bad part was that now every one once again feared me thinking I might be the next dark lord and once I defeated Voldemort I would rule far worse then even he ever did at his peek in power.
This of course is crazy but people like much more to classify people as black and white then ever consider that gray even exists.
Dumbledore being the fool bastard that he is wrote to the Dursleys telling them all this and the Dursleys scared that I could kill them now that I know some of the dark arts threw me in the cupboard and have me bolted in.
The only time any of them come in is to beat me. They've decided to use all sorts of tortures to try and get rid of my magic.
Their favorites are trying to beat it out, burn it out, starve it out, and whip it out of me. They even assume it is working because they are not dead yet. It isn't though. The truth is my magic is sustaining me. If it wasn't for my magic I would be in a much worse condition then I am now.
It has only been one weeks since I came home from school and already my body is covered with burn and whip marks, most of which still have blood covering.
It was hard to concentrate at first. I have never endured this much pain from them before and I didn't know what to do. However now that the numbness is so complete it is easier to think.
It should be pretty simple to escape. In two day it'll be Dudley's birthday, he is sure to want to try to beat me up some since it is his highest form of entertainment now that he broke the new TV.
I'll start cleaning myself up the best I can and get into some better clothes. I should be finished when he comes in, then all I have to do is trip him and run out. Should be simple enough, the Dursleys never lock the front door.
He'll be in here soon. I can smell the bacon frying and Dudley already came down the stairs, counted his birthday presents, and yelled at his parents because there wasn't enough.
I already have all my stuff packed in my trunk and I have it all planed out. When Dudley trys to pull me out I'll go for his ankles. That should nock him down, then I'll grab my things, find my wand, and run outside to flag down the knight's bus.
After that I'll go to Diagon Ally exchange some gallons for pounds buy a few books and supplies then live in the muggle world until school starts up again.
Now once I get to school is I don't know. My friends will feel betrayed because I didn't tell them about studying the dark arts and why would I?
They don't know me and wouldn't understand that there is such a thing as gray. All they know is black and white, bright and dull when in reality there is a whole world in between that they refuse to acknowledge.
Dumbledore, the manipulating bastard will try and get me to work for him and if I don't will make sure everyone turns from me.
I won't work for him though; he knew they would beat me when he sent the letter.
He knew what they would treat me like when he left me here and it wasn't so I wouldn't get a big head like he says. It was so that when I met him I would think of him as my savior, my true hero. And it worked for a while. But I know better now and I wont let him fool me again.
I don't get it? What happened?
There is no way any human being could possibly have that much strength.
With or without magic. It didn't feel like magic either.
It wasn't the warm glow of white magic or the cold shadow of black magic. It was just there; existing, right bellow the skin, like it had always been there and I had just let it out for the first time.
You see everything didn't go according to plan. I had everything ready but instead of just pulling me out, Dudley knocked me out and pulled me down stairs.
I woke up locked in the basement with that freekin psycho. But I wasn't going to take another beating.
Even though I was healing fast, much faster then any normal person, I was sure one more beating would kill me and though I knew I would feel nothing because of the numbing darkness that I had let my life become, I still had enough feeling left in me to know that I still wanted to live, even if it was only from the fear of dying.
I pushed his legs out from under him but he fell on me instead of the floor as I had planned.
You have to understand that Dudley has grown a good deal over the years and when he was 15 he became bigger then even his father, Uncle Vernon, who is a very large man. So at the age of 17 Dudley was nearly as large as Hagrid and him falling on you was nothing to laugh at.
This is when the strength kicked in.
Some how I was able to push him off of me, kick down the basement door, run upstairs and grab my stuff out of the closet with out breaking a sweet! The rest of my family was obviously out and I started searching for my wand. I finally found it sitting in the electric fireplace. It had a few scorch marks but it was no worse for were.
I went outside and called down the knight's bus telling the man to take me to Gringots and who the fuck cares what my name is. Thankfully it wasn't Stan driving. And that's were I'm now wondering were in the world all that strength came from and why it hadn't come before this summer.
Giles' POV
So here I am back in England after all this time. I've got to tell you it wasn't as nice as I had hoped it would be. The council called me back to inform me on all the advents that have taken place since I joined Buffy.
Buffy had defeated the master yes. But there was still a lot of stuff out there that goes bump in the night and she would have to face it all.
Though not alone, as it seems another slayer had been raised when the master killed Buffy.
This made an astonishing thing come about, two slayers; both with as far as we knew full power were existing at the same time.
But even more curious then was that it was a boy who had been chosen to become the next slayer. That's right a boy. And even more surprising then that was who the boy was. His name was Harry Potter and while that might not mean anything to the rest of the bloody council I know better.
After all I went to Hogwarts like most young wizards and know the stories of the young man who had defeated Voldemort before he was even a toddler.
I'm not quite sure what I think about this though.
After all this would mean Buffy would have help against the vampires and such but the council wants me to be this boys watcher too and that would mean Buffy and I would have to go to Hogwarts since the boy can't leave his school and I'm not quite sure what Buffy would think about that.
She'd probably say something like "Giles! I just killed the master! Why can't I take a break?!" And I had to admit; I was asking the same question.
Harry's POV
Finally off that stupid bus though I do admit it comes in handy.
Of coarse so does the 20 gallens in my pocket and pounds in the other. As well as a new bankcard for both the wizarding and muggle world. I do so love money. After years of going without it there is nothing better then to be able to spend as much as you want.
I am heading to the leaky cauldron now. After all I haven't eaten a proper meal since I left school and wasn't about to miss out on one now.
Once I got to the bar Tom immediately struck up a conversation with me. "How you doing Harry?"
"Fine Tom could you get me a steak and mashed potatoes?"
"Sure Harry but you might have to join someone's table though we're pretty full."
I saw a man's eyes looking up at me strangely. He looked right in to my own as if he recognized something that was right there that no one else could see. I self-consciously checked my bangs to make sure my scar was covered.
He then seeming to make a decision came over and offered me the seat on the other side of his table.
I quickly accepted. There was something in his eyes that spoke of darkness and conflicting thoughts, but I pushed my thoughts on his eyes away as I sat down.
After all I was starving, literally and eating was my first priority.
The man introduced himself as Giles and started talking about some vampire named Angel who was apparently good and had a soul. Just then the food arrived and I began to chow down.
Giles' POV
This boy had to be Harry Potter. He didn't know why he thought that. There had to be hundreds of boys his age with black hair, but the boy's eyes. They were just like Buffy's eyes except his were greener but they still held the same darkness of seeing too much and bearing the wait of the world on your shoulders. Also he just resembled Buffy. "Maybe all slayers are related in some way." he thought to himself. Then quickly dismissed the notion, as the council would have noticed by now.
But Yes. This had to be Harry Potter no one else besides Buffy could have eyes with that much darkness even when they were shining in happiness. Now how to tell him?
"So any ways, have you ever felt something like a power surge but not magical more strength wise?" He flinched inside at just how strange that sounded but tried not to bang his head against the table at his own incompetence.
Harry looks up at this. "Why, have you?"
"No." I answered "But my friend Buffy has and you have the same kind of darkness in your eyes that I see in hers."
Harry looks very surprised for a moment, but only a moment before his face goes back to usual. That is the first time I've seen any emotion on his face I realize.
"Can I meat her?" "Not right now right now she's with her father but I will tell you why she has them."
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