Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The strong and robust figure in the doorway cast a long shadow into the room; the light shone from behind him, leaving him naught but a shadow at the entrance. He was a shadow casting a shadow. It left Harry with the feeling that the man at his door – strong and healthy, a solid form of bone and muscle – was just as intangible and formless and vulnerable as the hopes and dreams Harry once held onto in the darkness of his cupboard. Hopes and dreams that had been repeatedly dashed and broken and shattered that nothing but the invisible scars of trying to keep them together remained as evidence that even Harry had been a child at some point in his life.
The figure took a step forward, solidifying and becoming more real as the light fell more readily upon his features and form. Harry could not contain his flinch at the realization that those dark, dark, dark eyes had been perusing his own broken form and pitiable surroundings. He regretted it when those normally apathetic eyes flickered up from his numerous injuries to his eyes and blazed.
"Well, it seems the accounts of your luxury and pampered childhood were fallacious, falsehoods that did nothing but harm you and your reputation," the figure said, his normally monotone voice smooth and full of emotional nuances.
Harry swallowed.
A/N: This is the start of a series of random drabbles that may or may not be connected. I may decide to expand on the ones I like at a later time. This is really just a way for me to practice my GRE vocabulary, to be honest.
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