Title: Parseltongue
Author: HatefulSoul
Rating: M (just in case)
Summary: Harry goes numb after Sirius' death and just looks for a way to feel. Funny how something he inadvertently inherited from Voldemort is the only thing that can bring Harry back. (I suck at summaries, please read)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else belonging to J.K…lol but ooooh I would love to…
A/N: I need a beta. If anyone is willing drop me a line. This chapter does fly by quite fast, simply because it's the prologue and I wanted to get all of these details somewhat out of the way. This will have multiple chapters but it may take a while for them to come out, but if I get reviews I'll try and get them out at least once a week. Though I must ask to at least wait till chapter 1 before the story is completely judged, it hasn't even come close to starting yet….Read/Review!
Parseltongue
Prologue:
Harry Potter returned to the Dursley's in the summer after fifth year as per usual. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather had just died, so, as expected, Harry was experiencing some serious grieving issues. He had just witnessed the death of a classmate, Cedric Diggory, the year before, and now caused the endangerment of his friends and loved ones in the Department of Mysteries, resulting in Sirius' death.
The only problem was, Harry realized, was that he couldn't feel…anything. No remorse, no guilt (ok yes there was guilt but its so much so that its backtracked around to nothing again), no happiness, no anger, just nothing. Frankly, at that moment, Harry didn't care if he'd ever return to Hogwarts.
Now the Dursley's had been forewarned about Harry's possible downward behavior, and that is what had caused Harry to think so hard about his feelings, or lack there of, for either caring about Sirius, or returning to Hogwarts, as they obviously didn't care that he'd come back to this hell hole, back to this…"Fuck the prophecy".
Harry Potter was currently crouched on the floor by his bed being kicked repeatedly in the ribs by none other than his loving uncle. Harry never made a sound, that's probably why Vernon continued his abuse night after night.
Vernon Dursley never broke any of Harry's bones or caused him to bleed very much (nothing that would leave a scar) but none of the Dursley's failed to notice that every morning it became just a little harder for Harry to pick things up. He would wince and his arms would shake.
The truth was, each night after Vernon's visits, Harry would get out the knife Sirius had given him and lightly cut both of his arms, however, one scar runs from his wrist to his elbow and continuously gets deeper each night. It has been deemed as his sick attempts at suicide. He did it so he could feel. It became both pleasure and pain for him, a constant reminder that it's his fault everyone dies.
After about a week of staying at Privet Drive, Harry had decided to leave, he'd spent his time with the Dursley's as Dumbledore had asked and now he needed to leave.
So that night at dinner he simply walked into the dinning room with both his trunk and wand in hand, nodded to each of the Dursleys in turn and walked right out to fetch the Night Bus before any of the Dursley's could respond.
The trip was quite uneventful, save for the fact that Stan Shunpike (the conductor of the knight bus) still insisted on calling him Neville.
Harry was given Room 11. He settled in his things and immediately walked to Diagon Alley. He was surprised to see so many people out doing their shopping at this hour; it was really only about six-thirty but still…
Harry went to Gringotts and got out a healthy amount of galleons before making it his journey to visit every shop along the strip. Harry was walking out of Flourish and Blotts, arms filled with parcels when he bumped into someone coming out of the Magical Menagerie, he put his parcels down and picked up the snake he had knocked out of the person's hand.
"Sorry," he whispered to the snake, it was not unnoticed by the owner. When he reached back up to the person, snake and parcels in hand, he handed it over saying sorry again, meeting the person's eyes finally.
Eyes locked for a moment with his archrival, too shocked at that moment to say anything else Draco simply said, "It's ok…"
Harry handed the snake over and all but ran up the street. Once he had calmed his nerves (as Harry wasn't planning on going back to Hogwarts as of yet, he really didn't want anyone to know where he was, so seeing Draco was a bit much) he visited two more shops, one; Madam Malkins, completely redoing his wardrobe, and two; a beauty salon, or at least the equivalent of one. Harry redid his hair providing for that 'just shagged' look, got wire rimmed glasses (not too much of a difference, but he likes his glasses), his left eyebrow pierced, and his bottom lip, on the right side was pierced too, and finally his hair was tinged with dark blue. He was hardly the same Harry Potter that most of Hogwarts remembered him to be.
A week later Harry was sitting in Florean Fortescue's when he saw a sea of red coming from inside Gringotts. He knew it was the Weasleys, but before he could move to hide they spotted him. They could've pointed him out anywhere.
"Dear God, Harry, look at yo- Wait, Harry, what are you doing here! Why haven't you been responding to our letters!"
"Nice to see you too, Hermione."
"Hey, mate, how you holdin' up?"
"Just fine, Ron." Harry knew at that moment he would have to return to the Burrow and eventually Hogwarts. It was going to be a disgustingly trying year…
A/N: I'm thinking about making this story in two separate versions, the slash version and the het. version…Let me know your opinions on that will ya'? Some major parts in the two stories might change if I do that, so just hit me up w. some reviews and let me know how you feel about the idea! Till next time!