A/N: Okay, this is the sequel of my story Scars! It starts 5 years after
that one! I hope you like it. R/R!!! Oh, and does anyone know a nice title?
I was out of ideas so I named it Scars II, it's not very original, now is
it?
Okay, on with the story!
Scars II
Harry Potter, a normal boy, leading a normal life, in a normal house, in a normal muggle street, was sitting at the kitchen table. He was reading the Daily Prophet, but his mind wasn't at it. His mind was drifting to his love again, as it did every day, every minute. Harry stood up and walked to the sink. He splashed some water into his face. Then he sat down again, picking up the paper and started reading. He shoved some toast into his mouth. It was 8 o'clock in the morning. It was the 24th of november, a rainy day, no sun, only clouds filling the sky. Every now and then an owl would fly in and drop a letter. When Harry was done reading the paper he put all his letters on a small table and walked out of the kitchen, putting his plate in the sink when he passed by it.
Harry Potter had his own small house, just outside London. He could have lived with his father and Sirius, but decided against it. Most of the time his father and Sirius were snogging, Harry had decided a long time ago that his father and Sirius would probably never grow up. So he bought this house. His house was a big mess, Harry didn't like cleaning. Dobby had offered him more than once his service, but he didn't want an elf, ecspecially not Dobby. So Harry cleaned everything once in a month. Harry did put a charm on every room each day, to remove it of the smell, but Harry hardly got any visitors. Harry was living as a pelgrim, locked up in his own house. He only went out to do some shopping, if he felt like it, and he visited his parents about once a week. His parents, James and Sirius, got married about a week after Harry left Hogwarts. Dumbledore had confirmed that Lilly would never return, and back in their days, James and Sirius were going out. Sirius had proposed.
Harry Potter was a lonely boy. He lost his lover 5 years ago. He had to leave with his family. Harry hadn't heared from him since Christmas 5 years ago. He still kept all his presents. Harry didn't see Ron and Hermione anymore, well, sometimes they would call, sometimes they would visit, but that was once in 2 months or so. Harry didn't mind much, he liked his lonely life. His best friend was his neighbour, Colin Creevy. He saw him every day, they would hang out in Harry's or Colin's house. If Harry knew about 7 years he was going to be best friends with Colin Creevy, in love with Draco Malfoy and have his father back, Harry would have laughed, and hard. But it was true, he had his father back, who was happily married with Sirius Black, he was best friends with Colin Creevy and he was indeed very much in love with Draco Malfoy. Only Draco was gone, maybe even dead.
The kitchen door opened, and Colin walked in.
'Hey Harry? You awake yet?' he called walking into the living room.
'Mmmm, yeah' Harry said from the couch, where he was watching the telly.
'What're you watching?'.
'Eum, something I recorded last night, it was on at 3 at night, and I was tired'.
'So what is it?'.
'It's a documentry about wizards and witches. It was on Discovery. I was wondering how much muggles know about us'.
'Well, let's see then'.
Colin flopped down on the couch. The boys watched the program, every now and then laughing about how muggles saw their wizards.
A/N: Soooo, this is the first chapter of the sequel! I hope you like it! It's a bit short, I know, but the next chapter is going to be longer!!
Okay, on with the story!
Scars II
Harry Potter, a normal boy, leading a normal life, in a normal house, in a normal muggle street, was sitting at the kitchen table. He was reading the Daily Prophet, but his mind wasn't at it. His mind was drifting to his love again, as it did every day, every minute. Harry stood up and walked to the sink. He splashed some water into his face. Then he sat down again, picking up the paper and started reading. He shoved some toast into his mouth. It was 8 o'clock in the morning. It was the 24th of november, a rainy day, no sun, only clouds filling the sky. Every now and then an owl would fly in and drop a letter. When Harry was done reading the paper he put all his letters on a small table and walked out of the kitchen, putting his plate in the sink when he passed by it.
Harry Potter had his own small house, just outside London. He could have lived with his father and Sirius, but decided against it. Most of the time his father and Sirius were snogging, Harry had decided a long time ago that his father and Sirius would probably never grow up. So he bought this house. His house was a big mess, Harry didn't like cleaning. Dobby had offered him more than once his service, but he didn't want an elf, ecspecially not Dobby. So Harry cleaned everything once in a month. Harry did put a charm on every room each day, to remove it of the smell, but Harry hardly got any visitors. Harry was living as a pelgrim, locked up in his own house. He only went out to do some shopping, if he felt like it, and he visited his parents about once a week. His parents, James and Sirius, got married about a week after Harry left Hogwarts. Dumbledore had confirmed that Lilly would never return, and back in their days, James and Sirius were going out. Sirius had proposed.
Harry Potter was a lonely boy. He lost his lover 5 years ago. He had to leave with his family. Harry hadn't heared from him since Christmas 5 years ago. He still kept all his presents. Harry didn't see Ron and Hermione anymore, well, sometimes they would call, sometimes they would visit, but that was once in 2 months or so. Harry didn't mind much, he liked his lonely life. His best friend was his neighbour, Colin Creevy. He saw him every day, they would hang out in Harry's or Colin's house. If Harry knew about 7 years he was going to be best friends with Colin Creevy, in love with Draco Malfoy and have his father back, Harry would have laughed, and hard. But it was true, he had his father back, who was happily married with Sirius Black, he was best friends with Colin Creevy and he was indeed very much in love with Draco Malfoy. Only Draco was gone, maybe even dead.
The kitchen door opened, and Colin walked in.
'Hey Harry? You awake yet?' he called walking into the living room.
'Mmmm, yeah' Harry said from the couch, where he was watching the telly.
'What're you watching?'.
'Eum, something I recorded last night, it was on at 3 at night, and I was tired'.
'So what is it?'.
'It's a documentry about wizards and witches. It was on Discovery. I was wondering how much muggles know about us'.
'Well, let's see then'.
Colin flopped down on the couch. The boys watched the program, every now and then laughing about how muggles saw their wizards.
A/N: Soooo, this is the first chapter of the sequel! I hope you like it! It's a bit short, I know, but the next chapter is going to be longer!!