Ok, this is very obviously an AU (alternate universe) fic…for starters, lets everyone just pretend that Harry Potter takes place in the early twenty-first century, right around the year 2015. Also, if you haven't seen Neon Genesis Evangelion, I'm telling you now that some things in future chapters will be a little confusing, however, it's more about Harry Potter with some Evangelion characters thrown in, so you can read it anyway.
Now, this story is meant to be funny, and hopefully it will be in future chapters once stuff starts happening…for now, its just sorta Harry being sad, but hey, who doesn't love that? So, please dear readers, R&R!!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, nor does Neon Genesis Evangelion.
Harry Potter lay on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. The almost full moon outside his window cast eerie shadows on the walls. Harry sighed. His eyes ached for sleep, but at the same time, he was afraid to let his subconscious take over. All summer he had been haunted by dreams of what had happened the night of the third task at the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Not to mention that his old dreams of Voldemort, the one's he had once assumed were of the so-called "car crash" that killed his parents, had grown ten times vivid as they had been half a year ago. Before he had only heard things; all he had seen was a green flash of light, but now that he had seen Voldemort, Harry's dreams were plagued by images of Voldemort torturing his parents before finally administering the dreaded curse which had killed them.
And Cedric…every time Harry closed his eyes, there he was. The shocked look on his face was frozen to the insides of Harry's eyelids.
As a child Harry had had a lot to cry about, more then most small children; however, he had learned quite early on that crying would get him nowhere, Aunt Petunia had made sure of that. But now, as a fourteen (very soon to be fifteen) year old boy, Harry was finding it harder to keep that in mind and not break down in tears on a regular basis. This of course delighted Dudley to no end. "What's the matter? No one likes you at that freak school either? They all found out that you're even more of a weirdo then them? Well, don't worry Harry, everyone here already knows you're bonkers!" He'd say at every given opportunity, which thankfully wasn't too often because Harry made a point if spending most of his time locked in his room, reading old muggle fiction. This was lucky for Dudley, because had Harry not been indisposed so often, Dudley might just have himself sporting the now long removed pigs tail he had received as a gift from Hagrid four years earlier.
As Harry thought about how much he really would like to give Dudley that tail back, he realized, it really had been four years, four years that night to be exact. As Harry glanced over at his alarm clock next to his bed Harry saw that he had been fifteen for approximately three minutes and forty-two seconds. Maybe fifteen will be better then fourteen, he thought to himself, pulling his thin blanket up around himself and preparing himself for the sleep he could no long avoid. But no sooner then he had closed his eyes, Harry heard a tapping at his window and turned his head to see five owls tapping the glass to get in.
Harry grinned for the first time since he'd found out that Hermione had caught Rita Skeeter and put her in a jar and opened his window. The five owls dropped their parcels, then all but Pig (who stayed because he was very small and needed a rest) swooped back out the window and into the night.
Harry examined what the birds had left on his bed. There was a lumpy package from Hagrid, something stuffed in a plastic bag from Sirius (Harry assumed this was because Sirius couldn't risk buying any sort of proper packaging), a neatly wrapped gift from Hermione, and a rather messy parcel wrapped an old copy of the Daily Prophet from Ron.
Then Harry turned his attention to a thin envelope, which had been dropped by a bird Harry had never seen before. He picked it up and looked at name on the return address: Shinji Ikari.