Tainted Hunter
Warning: Dark thoughts and mentions of child abuse.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harry Potter.
Authors Note: I only have a vague hint of where I'm going with this story and it will mention child abuse, cutting, slash, murder, and dark thoughts. Also pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee review if you like it so I can update, pretty, pretty pleaseeeeeeee!!!
Chapter One: Regret
My shattered world surrounds me like glass shards,
Memories only happy in the past,
Remorse washed through me like waves of guilt
So many tears, so much blood, it's always the same
Never different, a world where we all mask our pain,
Never showing what really lies inside
So many others share the same pain,
So many others have been broken by their own sorrow
To die in one's own heart,
Is a pain far greater than ever held or trusted
I look around, and truly see, you are just as broken as me
I tried my best to clear my mind. I knew it wasn't a good idea to start thinking of him. I plucked the weeds from my aunt's garden fuming. Why when ever I had time to think my thoughts strayed to him?
Why did I always do this? I always had to torture myself and think of him, but maybe I deserved it. I could call this my punishment, but it wouldn't be enough. Regret, guilt, and sorrow etched into my already bleeding heart with a rusty nail, is what thinking of him made me feel. Nowhere close of a punishment I deserved.
I had killed him, my own godfather. The last family I had, and my stupidty had gotten him killed. An angry tear spilled down my face as I weeded faster as I thought of him. Ron and Hermione were still my best friends but they had no idea what I was feeling, not even close.
A bitter smile drew across my face as I thought how could they understand with them having parents, relatives, brothers, and sisters? I was on my own.
When I had finished weeding the sun had already set, and the moon was casting eery shadows every where I looked. I ignored the shadows and walked into the house and saw my aunt and Dudley eating dinner. My uncle wasn't home. I frowned deeper if that was even possible. It was a bad sign if he was out late it meant he was out drinking.
I walked past them knowing they would not offer me food. My aunt only graced me with a piece of bread every four days and I snuck water from the hose out front when no one was looking.
I sighed as I entered my room, barren as usual. There wasn't one day in summer that I didn't miss my room at Hogwarts.
My aunt and uncle had taken everything out of the room except for two lumpy matresses, my trunk, and broom. Other than that it was completely empty with a dirty window.
I sat down on my bed and stared out into space, my mind drifting into worry and panic. My unlce would come home soon, drunk and he would beat me, like he did so often when he was angry or drunk.
How ironic a broken man, living in a broken family, abusing a broken orphan. How strange it was to hear people around saying how amazing life truly was and thinking everyone around you is happy as well, when in relaity after the postive thoughts, fake smiles, and wired minds, we truly are each in our own perosnal hell.
Most are broken, some more than others. But I am not so naïve to think that everyone is all rainbows and smiles while living in the real world, You can try as you can to find something that makes it barable but how long will it last? Can you honestly survive in this chaotic world and still believe it as amazing as everyone's fake words claim it to be?
After these thoughts I closed my eyes and released myself into a deep sleep.
Sorry about the short chapter, don't give up on it yet this is just the opening! Pleaseeeeee review!!!!!!!!! I'll give you eternal life if you do review!!!!!!!!