Scars in my Skin
Summary- After the ' death' of Sirius Black, teenage Harry Potter believes that he too should be dead.
Authors Note- The title is subject to change, maybe. This is an alternate universe story. I'll follow the main line of Harry Potter, but may change things that already happened in the past five books, so don't leave me messages saying ' this never happened' or what not, because I'm not going by that. I'm going somewhere with this, I swear. I just have writers block at the moment and I need to get through it.
Disclaimer- I own nothing except the characters and actions that I make up myself.
Prologue
Sunlight, the acid of the morning. It seemed through the curtains, creeping across the floor, up the comforter, splaying across the mattress. The half sleeping boy groaned rather loudly, turning over, but only to remember that there was a window on that side of the bed as well. He grabbed the second pillow under his head, smashing it down over his face.
The door opened, creaking with every inch it made. A tiny red head peeked in, eyeing the bed, then continuing to stand into the room. Ginny stepped on tiptoe, as though approaching Fluffy when rather it was a boy she had known all along.
" Harry" her voice squeaked. She really didn't want him to hear her, it was just her turn to attempt waking him.
It's alright, she only received a groan in return.
She dared taking another step closer, " Harry, are you awake?" though she already knew he was. She gulped, " please Harry, we want you to come to breakfast, you need to eat". He had been living off of bread crusts and sink water for this entire time.
Ginny remained in her standing position for a few more moments, waiting for any much of a movement, but her hopes were lost, and she quickly left the room.
Hermione and Ron were sitting in the common room when she returned, anxiously waiting. They both glanced towards the spiral staircase as she descended down it.
" He coming?" Hermione asked. But Ginny shook her head in response, " bloody hell, I'm beginning to run out of ideas".
Ron gaped, " this is your third idea, only your third idea may I add, you're the one that can't run out of ideas. DON'T RUN OUT OF IDEAS!".
Ginny and Hermione both glared at him for a few moments. " You're not sleeping again, right?".
He slouched down in the sofa, " I stay awake to see if he may say or do something, what's it to you?".
Ginny collapsed herself onto the floor, " this is all making everyone so edgy".
Hermione twisted a curl around her finger, darting her eyes between two strands of her hair, " we can't blame Harry for it, it's not his fault. How would any of us feel? As soon as he's close to someone, they seem to disappear".
The two Weasley siblings glanced at each other before at her, " do you think we could be next?" Ron squeaked out of his vocal cords.
" It's not really a plot that anyone has".
" Right, so Voldemort is just bored and having a little fun" Ginny snapped, immediately being shushed by the other two, making sure no one else heard her.
Hermione's eyes grew darker, " he's not out to get a bunch of teenagers he knows nothing about. Sirius was different, we couldn't be a target".
Ginny rolled her eyes, " whatever, I give up. If he's not going to eat, I am. I'll catch you later".
Ron watched his little sister leave the room before turning back to his girlfriend, " you said Sirius disappeared….you didn't say he…. died. You think he's still, you know, alive?".
" I'm not the only one".
Hidden under the security of his own blankets, Harry tightly held the small mirror between this two palms. His ragged breath was the only sound, somewhat fogging the glass.
" Sirius" he whispered, " show me Sirius".
The fogging continued….but he could not determine that if this time, it was from his breathing.