Watching The Rain
Chapter 1 - If I Ran Away
By: KaKaVegeGurl
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Now introducing the Harry Potter fanfic, 'Watching The Rain'! A fic based on distrust and desperatism, Harry needs someone, to give him a reason to continue living, is Draco that person? After Harry's lost everyone he's ever cared for, he turns to the one person he has left. Taking place at the beginning of year six, after Sirius was killed by Bellatrix Lestrang, both Ron and Hermione have abandoned him, Dumbledore was sent away to Azkaban and all of the Gryffindors hate him, even the press has turned back to putting Harry down, how will he survive this year without his house mates, what he use to turn to; quidditch, and his friends? KaKaVegeGurl's proud of this piece of art, read on and enjoy this cup of yaoi!
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Harry's summer with the Dursleys had not been one of the most enjoyable so far, he had spent the past few weeks locked up in his room, he used most of his time doing homework and was trying his best to stay out of the way, giving them no reason to scold him. The first day had been miserable, so he decided to come down stairs the least he could. He said as little to him as he thought was needed, and received letters from Hermione and Ron all summer long, he, of course, replied to them.
When he had finally decided to come down for dinner, like usual, on the day just before his birthday, he was startled to find Aunt Marge sitting at the table as well, she was eating and talking loudly to Uncle Vernon on her left. Harry grimaced slightly, remembering what had happened only a couple of summers ago.
"Too ungrateful, some of the kids these days, honestly, if I were that rude to my parents I would've gotten beaten severely, they all should be these days. Kids all seem to think they know everything. All that hogwash about us not knowing what it's like to be a teenager. We all went through that stage once in our lives." She was saying.
Harry frowned slowly and took his seat beside Petunia; she was laughing softly at Marge; who took it upon herself, seeing as Harry was now there, and changed the subject to something she thought to be more amusing.
"They never did say what happened to that heartless murderer, did they?" She said intriguingly and continued on, "What was his name... Oh yes, now I remember, Sirius Black, such a nasty man, wasn't he, Petunia?"
Harry gripped the table cloth, grinding his teeth together and trying not to say anything as Marge continued on.
"People like that just need to be taken care of right away, it's not like they deserve to live." Marge stopped for a moment to take a sip of her drink as Vernon sat and nodded silently, she put the cup down and continued once again, "They have no consideration for others, selfish bastards, that's all they are."
Harry looked down at his plate, biting his lower lip, his hands felt sweaty against the table cloth and he tried his hardest to think of something else, anything else to stop him from destroying her.
"-Not even given the chance to live as long as he did. He wasn't even worth half the trouble he caused. And he killed so many people too, such a heartless man, I hope he rots in hell, that's where he is, and he deserved everything he got."
"Shut up! Shut the hell up!" Harry stood up, slamming his fist hard on the table, "You never met Sirius, not once in your filthy life! He was a great man, better than you'll ever hope to be! Just shut the hell up about him!"
Aunt Petunia covered her mouth in shock as Dudley began to climb underneath the table and Uncle Vernon stood to stop the enraged teenager from doing any harm.
Marge, however, just sat still, she was glaring at Harry and was about to say something when all of the electricity in the house went out; light bulbs, windows, and all the televisions around them exploded, the room grew silent after everyone, save Harry, was done screaming and a light wind hit Harry in the face from a broken window near the kitchen door.
Harry stood glaring at Marge, his hands balled into fists and his feet planted hard against the floor, his eyebrows were narrowed and his mouth was straight, "Don't you ever speak his name again." He spoke coldly and securely, after a few moments he turned and stomped out of the room to gather his things.
He went up stairs to his room, throwing everything into his suitcases, he grabbed his books from the loose floorboard under his bed, his clothes, and everything else he wanted from the room. As well as Hedwig's cage and a load of letters he had hidden away in his desk drawer, stuffing them tight; he stopped only for a moment to look around the room and make sure that he wasn't leaving anything. Just as he got ready to leave he walked over and grabbed his wand from the small table drawer sitting beside his bed, stuffing it in his pocket.
When he was finished and finally came back down stairs, no one was there waiting for him, and a good thing they weren't, he was much too upset to confront anyone at the moment, he just shrugged, making his way to the door and opening it abruptly, he stepped out into the cool night air, feeling slightly better he stood up straight and began he journey down the road, pulling his luggage behind him with his right arm and left Number 4 Privet Drive, never to return again.
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Believe me when I say 'there will be more soon!'
That's it for Chapter 1, I hope you enjoyed it and please review! Thank you all for being so patient with me! Thank you all, SO much!
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