DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise or books. All belongs to the holy creator and God, J.K. ROWLING. If I did own it however, I wouldn't be sitting here in a shitty house living off two dollar pasta every night. I would probably be in Canada, playing with my many grizzly bear pets and flying around the mountiains in my personal helicopter, while sipping $5000 champagne and doing acid in Rio with my personal butler gimp.
-sighs-
Harry Potter pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He watched the muggle girl run across the park with a toy pram, the plastic baby bouncing in its seat with a frozen smile. Harry smiled and leaned back on the bench, resting his head against the hard wood. It had been a few months now since he was possessed by Voldemort and it had changed him. The anger had died down to something of a plateau of depression and apathy and the Daily Prophet only sent his mood spiraling whenever Hedwig delivered them to him. He had taken to throwing the newspaper into his overflowing bin after a quick, scathing glance over the contents, and only waited eagerly for word from Ron and Hermione.
Harry finished his cigarette and dropped it on the grass, crushing it under his heel. He frowned as he thought of Dumbledore. After becoming possessed by Voldemort, Harry had come to the startling realisation of how he had been used and manipulated by the old wizard. Of course Dumbledore had always been a source of comfort for Harry, a father figure almost. However, his faith and admiration for the wizard only made him blind to Dumbledore's manipulation.
Harry also realised how idiotic the magic world could be. Everyone saw everything as only black and white. No shades of grey in between. If you weren't a light wizard, you were dark. And if you weren't a dark wizard, you were light. And if you were enemies, you had to finish each other off. No compromise whatsoever.
He was sick of it. He was sick of being everybody's "saviour", their puppet hero, destined to destroy Voldemort. He just wanted to be a teenager. Find a girlfriend or a boyfriend; smoke and drink and do drugs; have sloppy sex in the Room of Requirement; pass and fail in school and stress over the exams. Harry wanted a normal, wizard's life. But if he couldn't do it in the magic world, he'd make damn sure he'd do it in the muggle world. He didn't know if he was going to survive or die, now that Voldemort had returned, so Harry wanted to live and experience as much as he could as a teenager.
And he had started off with a bang.
First, the sex. He had made friends with a bunch of local teenagers who were what Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would call "freaks" and "hoodlums". But to Harry, they were a gateway to normalcy. With them he found sexual freedom. He lost his virginity to a foul mouthed, life loving raven haired girl and experienced something entirely different with a sandy haired boy with soft, brown eyes.
And then, the substances. Drugs, booze, smokes. Entirely different from magic substances. While magic substances were limited and harmless to the body, muggle substances were many and some were extremely harmful, potentially fatal. This gave Harry a thrill like no magic substance could give him. It was a beautiful self destruction that was physical, tactile, and abstract at the same time.
From those glorious months of experimentation and discovery, Harry had learned more than he ever had from Hogwarts. He had come away more cynical, scathing, free-thinking, and rebellious. He wasn't going to be the Golden Boy any longer. Harry Potter was ready to "fuck shit up".
-More of an introduction if anything. Please R+R if you'd like to see more updates. :]
Signing off: Yuki. xox