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Time of Change
"The Boy Who Fucking Lived," said Harry bitterly. That's all people see me as, isn't it, he though to himself. Even Ron and Hermione his two supposed best friends in the world had never taken the time to look past the shell he had created out of necessity long ago to prevent the verbal and some time physical abuse the Dursleys dished out.
It had been a long summer, once again bloody Dumbldore had forced him into exile, it had already been two weeks and already he was going crazy. If he thought it would do him good he was wrong all it did was give him time to relive the moment of Sirius death over and over again in his mind. And it was during one of these reliving that sleep finally over took him.
Waking up was always a bad experience fore it was usually accompanied by the after images of horrible nightmares and today was no exception. Pushing the nightmare as far from his mind as possible Harry started getting dressed. He had bought new clothes at Diagon alley earlier this summer finally getting rid of Dudley's' cast a ways. He put on a pair of baggy black pants followed by a tight white shirt, a pair of dragon hide boots and a costume made black duster completed his out fit.
Walking down stairs that morning Harry was met by the once imposing forms of the Dursley's, it seems that warning given to them by moody had worked after all he would have to remember to thank him for that. "I'm going out" he said to the Dursley's only getting a grunt in return it had been like that a lot lately. As neither party didn't want much to do with each other so conversation was kept at a minimal. He had been going to Diagon alley lately, either it was being allowed by his "protectors" or they just stopped watching him thinking he'd be a good little boy, jokes on them.
Out on the curve he lifted his wand in the air, as soon as he was sure no muggles were watching, to call the daytime version of the knight bus. "Where to" asked the driver as Harry stepped into the bus.
"Diagon alley" was Harry's sparse reply. Settling down on an armchair, which was more sottable then beds during the day, Harry surveyed the rest of the passengers. Across the isle was an elderly woman of about sixty, a man looking around twenty wearing a very strange hat, and a few other various passengers scattered about.
After an uneventful trip Harry stepped out of the bus after paying the driver. He then proceeded to walk into the leaky Cauldron. After consuming a small breakfast there seeing as he didn't eat at his "relatives" house.
He walked into the small alleyway out back of the Cauldron and proceeded to tap the correct breaks to open the gateway. He smiled to himself as he got the first glimpses of Diagon Alley. No matter how many times he had been here the sight never failed to amaze him. But it wasn't Diagon Alley he was here for, rather the small area just off to the side that most good witches and wizards avoided. But Harry was at the point where words like "dark" and "light no longer had meaning. With out a second thought Harry entered Knockturn alley.
A/N Well that's the first chapter to my first story this chapter was just an experiment really I don't know if I'll continue along these lines but I might, just in case anyone wanted to know this will be a dark Harry story (if I decide to continue).
Time of Change
"The Boy Who Fucking Lived," said Harry bitterly. That's all people see me as, isn't it, he though to himself. Even Ron and Hermione his two supposed best friends in the world had never taken the time to look past the shell he had created out of necessity long ago to prevent the verbal and some time physical abuse the Dursleys dished out.
It had been a long summer, once again bloody Dumbldore had forced him into exile, it had already been two weeks and already he was going crazy. If he thought it would do him good he was wrong all it did was give him time to relive the moment of Sirius death over and over again in his mind. And it was during one of these reliving that sleep finally over took him.
Waking up was always a bad experience fore it was usually accompanied by the after images of horrible nightmares and today was no exception. Pushing the nightmare as far from his mind as possible Harry started getting dressed. He had bought new clothes at Diagon alley earlier this summer finally getting rid of Dudley's' cast a ways. He put on a pair of baggy black pants followed by a tight white shirt, a pair of dragon hide boots and a costume made black duster completed his out fit.
Walking down stairs that morning Harry was met by the once imposing forms of the Dursley's, it seems that warning given to them by moody had worked after all he would have to remember to thank him for that. "I'm going out" he said to the Dursley's only getting a grunt in return it had been like that a lot lately. As neither party didn't want much to do with each other so conversation was kept at a minimal. He had been going to Diagon alley lately, either it was being allowed by his "protectors" or they just stopped watching him thinking he'd be a good little boy, jokes on them.
Out on the curve he lifted his wand in the air, as soon as he was sure no muggles were watching, to call the daytime version of the knight bus. "Where to" asked the driver as Harry stepped into the bus.
"Diagon alley" was Harry's sparse reply. Settling down on an armchair, which was more sottable then beds during the day, Harry surveyed the rest of the passengers. Across the isle was an elderly woman of about sixty, a man looking around twenty wearing a very strange hat, and a few other various passengers scattered about.
After an uneventful trip Harry stepped out of the bus after paying the driver. He then proceeded to walk into the leaky Cauldron. After consuming a small breakfast there seeing as he didn't eat at his "relatives" house.
He walked into the small alleyway out back of the Cauldron and proceeded to tap the correct breaks to open the gateway. He smiled to himself as he got the first glimpses of Diagon Alley. No matter how many times he had been here the sight never failed to amaze him. But it wasn't Diagon Alley he was here for, rather the small area just off to the side that most good witches and wizards avoided. But Harry was at the point where words like "dark" and "light no longer had meaning. With out a second thought Harry entered Knockturn alley.
A/N Well that's the first chapter to my first story this chapter was just an experiment really I don't know if I'll continue along these lines but I might, just in case anyone wanted to know this will be a dark Harry story (if I decide to continue).