Never Ending Sufferer
Summary: After disappearing for two years, Harry comes back a different person. He has a different story, a different view, and a different life.
Disclaimer: I am using characters from a beloved book to create a masterpiece of my own!
Prologue ~
Harry Potter disappeared two years ago. He left no trace behind, no magical signature, no letter, not a word to anyone. The last letter to his friends indicated nothing, it was impossible to know where he was.
Of course, the first thing on every body's mind was 'Voldemort, this is Voldemort's doings' but several spies insisted that it wasn't. Voldemort was just as clueless as everyone else, and to say that he was pissed off was an understatement.
And then, during what should have been his sixth year, just as everyone was coming back from Christmas break, he was there.
They all walked into the hall for dinner, and there was a man, sitting where the headmaster usually sat. He had long black robes and a hood that covered his eyes. As all of the students and professors stood and starred, his first words were,
"You owe me ten sickles, Rella, they didn't recognize me."
That was when another hooded figure was noticed, it stood up next to him and said in a female voice,
"Damn, your friends don't even recognize you? I thought you were supposed to be there savior or something."
"Yup, so much for a warm welcoming."
(A/N: Since this was so short, I'm going onto the first chapter as well.)
Ch. 1
How were they supposed to take it? Ever since Harry had come back, he seemed.changed, different. He never paid attention to the teachers, but if ever they asked him a question, he knew the answer. His friends.well.whenever he was around them he seemed to be thinking, and whenever the witch, Rella, he had brought with him came in, he'd talk and laugh.
No body knew their story, because they always ignored questions. No matter what.
He was blessed with animals; he was blessed with plants; he was blessed with potions; but mostly, he was blessed with transfiguration. He always was faster at getting the pig into a desk or a bird into a dog, even faster than Hermione.
But then, one day, when Hermione, Ron, and many others became sick of his riddles and refusing to tell his story, they cornered him and Rella. And it wasn't only Rona and Hermione.
It was Dumbledore, Remus, Ginny, even Sirius. They had all gotten together to plan and get a story out of Harry. They had absolutely no idea who Rella was, she never lifted her hood, and she always gave harry a questioning look when doing something. So, tonight, while the two were in the Gryffendor common room, the six of them burst in, and immediately Ron spoke.
"All right Harry, we're sick of this. You're going to tell us where you went, and why. We aren't going to let you go even if you use an unforgivable." To everyone's surprise, Harry smiled.
"Smart, aren't they Rella, took them long enough, though." He said thoughtfully.
"Sure did, I almost didn't think they would. Well, now wee have to tell them."
"Fine," said Harry, acting as though he had just learned that Christmas was cancelled after making up a huge party. "Well, two years ago, I had just finished a book in Dudley's old bedroom, and.."
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A/N: I know it's short, really short, but I had to stop there! The next chapter will be longer, more descriptive, and better, I promise!
Summary: After disappearing for two years, Harry comes back a different person. He has a different story, a different view, and a different life.
Disclaimer: I am using characters from a beloved book to create a masterpiece of my own!
Prologue ~
Harry Potter disappeared two years ago. He left no trace behind, no magical signature, no letter, not a word to anyone. The last letter to his friends indicated nothing, it was impossible to know where he was.
Of course, the first thing on every body's mind was 'Voldemort, this is Voldemort's doings' but several spies insisted that it wasn't. Voldemort was just as clueless as everyone else, and to say that he was pissed off was an understatement.
And then, during what should have been his sixth year, just as everyone was coming back from Christmas break, he was there.
They all walked into the hall for dinner, and there was a man, sitting where the headmaster usually sat. He had long black robes and a hood that covered his eyes. As all of the students and professors stood and starred, his first words were,
"You owe me ten sickles, Rella, they didn't recognize me."
That was when another hooded figure was noticed, it stood up next to him and said in a female voice,
"Damn, your friends don't even recognize you? I thought you were supposed to be there savior or something."
"Yup, so much for a warm welcoming."
(A/N: Since this was so short, I'm going onto the first chapter as well.)
Ch. 1
How were they supposed to take it? Ever since Harry had come back, he seemed.changed, different. He never paid attention to the teachers, but if ever they asked him a question, he knew the answer. His friends.well.whenever he was around them he seemed to be thinking, and whenever the witch, Rella, he had brought with him came in, he'd talk and laugh.
No body knew their story, because they always ignored questions. No matter what.
He was blessed with animals; he was blessed with plants; he was blessed with potions; but mostly, he was blessed with transfiguration. He always was faster at getting the pig into a desk or a bird into a dog, even faster than Hermione.
But then, one day, when Hermione, Ron, and many others became sick of his riddles and refusing to tell his story, they cornered him and Rella. And it wasn't only Rona and Hermione.
It was Dumbledore, Remus, Ginny, even Sirius. They had all gotten together to plan and get a story out of Harry. They had absolutely no idea who Rella was, she never lifted her hood, and she always gave harry a questioning look when doing something. So, tonight, while the two were in the Gryffendor common room, the six of them burst in, and immediately Ron spoke.
"All right Harry, we're sick of this. You're going to tell us where you went, and why. We aren't going to let you go even if you use an unforgivable." To everyone's surprise, Harry smiled.
"Smart, aren't they Rella, took them long enough, though." He said thoughtfully.
"Sure did, I almost didn't think they would. Well, now wee have to tell them."
"Fine," said Harry, acting as though he had just learned that Christmas was cancelled after making up a huge party. "Well, two years ago, I had just finished a book in Dudley's old bedroom, and.."
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A/N: I know it's short, really short, but I had to stop there! The next chapter will be longer, more descriptive, and better, I promise!