The Glass Walls of Limbo
Disclaimer: I do not own any Characters, Objects, Settings, and Spells that were placed in the infamous J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter Series... Nothing's mine, so don't sue.
Summary: After Sirius' death, Harry gets a will from Sirius that changed his life. Can Harry cope just by being the same old 'Gryffindor Golden Boy', or turned into the 'Slytherin Bad Boy'? Harry Potter and Tom Riddle have many similarities, But just how many? Dark. Spoilers. AU Book 6.
AN: Oh yeah, the little quotes/lyrics/poems are all mine, so don't steal them please.
Chapter One: Trickery of the Mind
"Every night I wonder how my life has gotten this far
With dirty vodka in the cracked mason jar
I stare at the ceiling of the room where it's so cold
Seeing the faces of joy's past - presently dead - so damn old"
It was a very dull summer at the Dursley residence.
The same old things happened almost every day. Vernon Dursley went to work as always. Petunia Dursley snooped around her garden trying to listen to the latest gossip around the neighborhood. Thier son, Dudley Dursley continued to eat 'healthy' in front of his mother, but always somehow managed to get in a piece of candy or junk food here or there, perhaps sixteen times a day.
But unbeknownst to the rest of neighborhood, the fourth and final resident of four privet drive wasn't very Dursleyish at all. No, this resident wasn't in the least bit normal for he was a wizard, but not just any wizard, this wizard just happened to be Harry Potter.
Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, The Boy Who Lived, The very boy who faced Lord Voldemort not just once or twice, but four times, and he was just fifteen years of age.
At this particular moment, while his Aunt Petunia was in the garden snooping, his Uncle Vernon at work, and His overly-large cousin Dudley, nicknamed by this friends as 'Big D' was currently chomping away at a fifth Hostess Twinkie in his bedroom, Harry was laying on his back in his little room, trying to read his Self-Defensive Spellwork book.
Harry Potter was also currently grieving for his newly lost godfather, Sirius Black. Harry remembered it quite clearly how exactly this happened down to the littlest details. Bellatrix Black, Sirius' cousin, shot the stunning curse, Stupefy, thus hitting Sirius while falling back into the Veil of Death.
As tragic as this may be, Harry continued to stay strong for all of those whom he loved and who he though loved him in return.
It has been only one month since his return at the Durselys. The Dursley's, seeing it fit not to bother him at all considering the threats Mad-Eye Moody gave them at the train station, just didn't bother Harry at all with anything.
Of course, Harry was locked in his room for most of the day besides being let out to take care of his bathroom needs and feeding ones.
Harry didn't mind this at all, no, he quite enjoyed not being bothered by the Dursleys.
Well into the later day and night, his Uncle returned home, and the Dursley family was enjoying their evening to themselves. Harry, still in his room, was startled from his reading by a steady 'tap-tap' noise on his window, indicating that there was a owl waiting to come inside.
Harry walked over to the window and let the owl swoop in. It was not a ordinary barn owl, but a black one. The letter it held in it's tallons was normal looking and seemed undangerous. Harry took the letter and the black owl immediatly whisked away on it's way through the opened window.
The letter in Harry's hands was of white parchment, rolled up with a waxed seal that he couldn't reconize.
His Gryffindor curosity overtook him, and he opened it.
Ministry of Magic Last Wills and Testaments Department
The Last Will and Testament of
Sirius Orion Black
Harry's eyes bulged to twice their size.
'Sirius had a will?' Harry thought, but continued reading.
To one Harry James Potter.
Hey Kiddo,
If your reading this, this obviously means that I kicked the bucket. How I don't know...hopefully it was a flourishing battle between good versus evil or I was just stupidly drunk one night and fell down the stairs breaking my neck. Hopefully it was the latter, but anyway...
I leave you everything Harry, granted I spilt half of my vault between you and Moony, he really needs it regardless of what the ol' werewolf says. I hope you don't mind sharing the money with him, but other than that I leave you everything. 12 Grimmauld place, half the money in my vault, all of my possesions, everything. Get rid of anything you don't want (Namely Kreacher) I don't care, but promise me two things kid.
Get closer to Moony. He's all what you have now, I trust him more than myself now, and I'm going to appoint him your secondary Godfather. Don't be shocked, he probably can give you alot of good advice. Trust him Harry, he's probably one of the only people you can.
On that note, I also have some disturbing things to tell you.
Do not, under any circumstances, go to Dumbledore for anything. He's using you and minipulating you and everyone around him to get what he wants. I found this out through the hard way spending 12 years in Azkaban. He knew I was innocent, but he wanted to place you around his fingertips by placing you with the Dursleys.
He knew what you were going through, and I did too, that's why I escaped while I still could. The only reason why I lived so long after my escape is because you found out the truth. He couldn't do anything from there so he just continued playing nice guy afterwards so he wouldn't use you.
I'd imaged he told you of the prophecy, I'm not sure, if you didn't go to Moony, he knows of it. Thats too confindental to be owled via this will.
Harry be careful of him, Prongs and Lily was to damn trusting of the old man, that's why they died. Don't do something stupid for their revenge, there gone now and there's nothing you can do about that.
But please Harry, Take matter into your own hands. I know your only a kid, but I don't want the same thing happening to you as it did with your parents.
Also...I know this is going to really hurt, but I as your Godfather think you deserve to know.
Hermione and Ron aren't your real friends, they were 'hired' by Dumbledore to be your friends in your first year. I found this out by Snape.
Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and The Weasleys, with the exception of Fred, George, and Percy are all being payed to 'be' there for you.
I know this hurts, I feel you..I just couldn't tell you before because Dumbledore threatned me. Moony got a letter like this one, he knows now.
Unbelivable as it seems, the only trustworthy people you know are Moony and Snape...
Go to them for advice Harry please. Don't do anything I wouldn't do...wait..alright do EVERYTHING I wouldn't do..
Love, Sirius.
Harry felt his world crumble to pieces. He just found out everyone who he thoughtcared about him doesn't, besides Lupin, Snape and the twins..
Anger started to bubble up inside of him.
'How dare they! Dumbledore did that to Sirius and myself! There's going to be hell to pay!' The thought angerily.
Harry went down to the loose floor board by his bed and pulled out all of the lettersand food the Weasleys and Hermione gave him and through it across his bedroom.
He grabbed his wand while he started to hear his Uncle coming up to his room probably to tell him off from making so much noise.
"Boy! What in the Devil are you doing?" Yelled Uncle Vernon.
"Nothing, get out of my way...I'm leaving!" Yelled Harry back.
Vernon Dursley was stunned, never his nephew talked back to him in that matter.
"Boy..I'm-" Vernon started to say
"I SAID GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!" Yelled Harry, pushing the larger man out of his doorway and proceeded down the stairs.
Harry felt his magic spike, but he didn't care all that matter now was getting out of there and getting revenge.
Harry raced down the stairs and kicked the cubboard open. Grabbing his trunk, along with his owl cage he forgot upstairs, he pulled open the door and huffed away into the night. Harry didn't know where he was going, but he knew he was going to get revenge. Dumbledore practically killed Sirius and he was being lied to pretty much for all of his life.
But what Harry didn't know, while he was walking away angerily, a set of blood-red eyes watched his every move and then disappeared in the night.
Lord Voldemort was a happy man. His plan worked. The fake will that was sent to Harry Potter exceeded all of his expectations.
Harry Potter was walking right into his very hands. He will get that boy to his side, no matter what it took.
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