Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. So put down the pitchforks, torches, and...is that a pike?
A/N: I'm bored, my life (or lack thereof) is catching up to me with school, work, games I am forced to complete, making amvs, mmvs, writing my other story, currently making a rough draft of another story. That is the reason for the slow update rate Ark says as Ark hopes readers will believe in the amv and mmv lie. I will try to speed it up, but in the meantime this is something that will stick in my head till I write it out, your opinions?
Train of Thought
In a small cupboard silently sobbing boy of ten named Harry Potter, or also known as Freak, Boy, or whatever his uncle decided to call him whenever he was drunk, heck, Harry didn't even know his real name till he went to school. His life is just that bad. Now little Harry is crying because of a crumpled piece of paper next to him. It showed glimpses of a ninety four out of a hundred, quite a good score for anybody and the family should be proud...key word is should. His current "family" despise him and all he will ever do, so when he received a better grade than his cousin coughthirtyfourcough, they claimed he cheated and somehow robbed Dudley of what should have been his score, yeah, we are dealing with these kinds of people.
Then something happened, something that shouldn't have happened until he was sixteen or so, Harry snapped, maybe it was all the beatings, maybe it was the indentured servant treatment for the last six years, maybe it is because of the disgusting view he has to face everyday during breakfast and dinners, or maybe it's because of the fact that he is completely alone in this world with no one to shared his misfortune, but not anymore, out of all the things in his cupboard, which included him, a small blanket, small creatures, that piece of paper, a backpack, and now, a voice only he can hear.
"Hello Harry my name is Tom. Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Hate it? Love it? Disgusted with it?
Tell me all of your opinions.
R/R
