Disclaimer: Seeing as everyone else puts these babies up, I figured I would
too. I obviously don't own Harry Potter, or any such character, cuz if I
did.I would not have a crappy job, and I would have LOTS of money. I can
dream(
A/N: Seeing as this is my first attempt, and knowing u don't want to horrendously damage my fragile self-esteem, you should have constructive criticism in the reviews. Of course, if u r a cool kid, u will notice the loophole, that means u can be mean later ;) So, review!
Chapter One: Contemplation
It was yet another typical day for an atypical boy. Harry Potter, a stranger to few things, had a knack for finding trouble, and getting back out of it. It was this he was thinking about as he sat on the only swing still functional in a Little Whinging park. 'How do I always manage to get into trouble? And if I am so lucky to get out of the trouble, what gets me into it in the first place?' Harry wondered.
It had been his stupidity that had made him go traipsing through the English air space on Threstrals to get to the Ministry of Magic in London, to fall into the trap set by the self-styled Lord Voldemort near the end of his fifth year. It had also been his stupidity that had caused Sirius' downfall and his death. On the upside, his blunder had finally awoken the wizarding world to Voldemort's revival. This was little consolation, however, as he had now lost his third and final parental figure. All the other adults in his life were more like aunts and uncles, or mentors. Not someone he could as easily confide in as his parents' best friend.
His morbid thoughts sunk deeper and deeper into more depressing ones, as the sun also made its way to the end of its dance across the sky. Like the phoenix, the sun would die tonight, its rays still passed onto the world by the moon, until it was time for it to be reborn the next morn in a blaze of fiery glory. The sun would be reborn like a phoenix, but not like his godfather who would remain dead.
Harry tried not to wallow in his despair, everyone had told him that was the way Sirius would have wanted to die. 'How can they say that? Sirius would never have wanted to die at all! He would have wanted to stay here with me! To keep being with me! And now he can't, not now and not ever!' Harry screamed within his mind. He scuffed the gravel beneath him violently, thinking of all the people who were so jealous of him and his fame, and imagining he was kicking some sense into them, literally. They should know that he would give it all up in a heartbeat, for even one more day with his dearly departed.
The dying sun beams were twinkling fainter and fainter on his glasses, but as Harry was looking at the lines in the gravel his feet had dug, he barely noticed the change. So absorbing were the small canyons he had made, he also didn't notice Dudley's gang approach him from behind. A swift push off the swing, and an unexpected fall made him realize his mistake.
"Well, if it isn't the uncurably criminal Harry!" Piers Polkiss sneered, apparently unaware of his mistake.
Harry caught it and said coolly, "Shocking that you will risk your neck without 'Big D!' to help you. And anyway, it's incurable, and if you want to find out why, stick around."
This had an effect on Dudley's group. Although they all found it unbelievable that this skinny boy in front of them (almost matching Piers' physique perfectly) could have any chance against 11 other boys, they had never provoked him. Obviously Harry had something going for him that made Dudley so afraid, so they were never too keen to find out what it was in front of Dudley, who would always put a stopper on tormenting Harry. This is why they chose to pick a fight with Harry in Dudley's absence, so they could find out what it was that Dudley tried to protect them all from.
"Right, as if we would waste our time on you!" Piers shot back. He was never able to make a quality comeback that would actually hurt someone's feelings, and cause some damage.
"Oh yes, you have so many other things to waste your time on, like, trying to read!" Harry's nimble mouth retorted. Being around people like Malfoy had adapted his mind to be able to come up with a quick and witty comeback to most situations.
Before Piers' or the others' slow minds could work out what he had said, Harry bolted into the night. He was supremely anxious to continue the mind- numbing look into his past. He found what he thought would be his "Thinking Haven" at Mrs. Figg's house. Mrs. Figg was a neighbor whom in the past babysat him while the Dursley's were off to do something pleasant, which they never wanted Harry to partake in. He had never enjoyed those visits (seeing as she was a batty old lady, always talking about her cats), but now he had a reason to. She was now his ally, and although she was a squib, she was connected to the Order of the Phoenix, and could be a veritable wealth of information if talked to sweetly enough. However, that was not Harry's goal tonight. He had far too much information in his head to be bothered with anymore.
"I wish I had a Pensieve." Harry spoke aloud, as he rummaged in a fake plant, looking for the spare key. It had been charmed by Mrs. Figg herself, though rather poorly (as she was a squib). It was a very jagged, cold, hard, and gold caterpillar Harry picked up that Mrs. Figg had told him about once she revealed what she was. She said that Harry was always welcome. Taking her up on that offer in her absence, Harry unceremoniously stuffed the "key" into the lock, vaguely aware of the familiarity with a winged key in his first year.
The door opened, and the smell of cats hit him squarely in the nose. He chucked the caterpillar back into the shrubs, and turned on the light switch. Had he been carrying anything, he certainly would have dropped it in shock as he saw what was in the cooky old squib's living room.
A/N: Seeing as this is my first attempt, and knowing u don't want to horrendously damage my fragile self-esteem, you should have constructive criticism in the reviews. Of course, if u r a cool kid, u will notice the loophole, that means u can be mean later ;) So, review!
Chapter One: Contemplation
It was yet another typical day for an atypical boy. Harry Potter, a stranger to few things, had a knack for finding trouble, and getting back out of it. It was this he was thinking about as he sat on the only swing still functional in a Little Whinging park. 'How do I always manage to get into trouble? And if I am so lucky to get out of the trouble, what gets me into it in the first place?' Harry wondered.
It had been his stupidity that had made him go traipsing through the English air space on Threstrals to get to the Ministry of Magic in London, to fall into the trap set by the self-styled Lord Voldemort near the end of his fifth year. It had also been his stupidity that had caused Sirius' downfall and his death. On the upside, his blunder had finally awoken the wizarding world to Voldemort's revival. This was little consolation, however, as he had now lost his third and final parental figure. All the other adults in his life were more like aunts and uncles, or mentors. Not someone he could as easily confide in as his parents' best friend.
His morbid thoughts sunk deeper and deeper into more depressing ones, as the sun also made its way to the end of its dance across the sky. Like the phoenix, the sun would die tonight, its rays still passed onto the world by the moon, until it was time for it to be reborn the next morn in a blaze of fiery glory. The sun would be reborn like a phoenix, but not like his godfather who would remain dead.
Harry tried not to wallow in his despair, everyone had told him that was the way Sirius would have wanted to die. 'How can they say that? Sirius would never have wanted to die at all! He would have wanted to stay here with me! To keep being with me! And now he can't, not now and not ever!' Harry screamed within his mind. He scuffed the gravel beneath him violently, thinking of all the people who were so jealous of him and his fame, and imagining he was kicking some sense into them, literally. They should know that he would give it all up in a heartbeat, for even one more day with his dearly departed.
The dying sun beams were twinkling fainter and fainter on his glasses, but as Harry was looking at the lines in the gravel his feet had dug, he barely noticed the change. So absorbing were the small canyons he had made, he also didn't notice Dudley's gang approach him from behind. A swift push off the swing, and an unexpected fall made him realize his mistake.
"Well, if it isn't the uncurably criminal Harry!" Piers Polkiss sneered, apparently unaware of his mistake.
Harry caught it and said coolly, "Shocking that you will risk your neck without 'Big D!' to help you. And anyway, it's incurable, and if you want to find out why, stick around."
This had an effect on Dudley's group. Although they all found it unbelievable that this skinny boy in front of them (almost matching Piers' physique perfectly) could have any chance against 11 other boys, they had never provoked him. Obviously Harry had something going for him that made Dudley so afraid, so they were never too keen to find out what it was in front of Dudley, who would always put a stopper on tormenting Harry. This is why they chose to pick a fight with Harry in Dudley's absence, so they could find out what it was that Dudley tried to protect them all from.
"Right, as if we would waste our time on you!" Piers shot back. He was never able to make a quality comeback that would actually hurt someone's feelings, and cause some damage.
"Oh yes, you have so many other things to waste your time on, like, trying to read!" Harry's nimble mouth retorted. Being around people like Malfoy had adapted his mind to be able to come up with a quick and witty comeback to most situations.
Before Piers' or the others' slow minds could work out what he had said, Harry bolted into the night. He was supremely anxious to continue the mind- numbing look into his past. He found what he thought would be his "Thinking Haven" at Mrs. Figg's house. Mrs. Figg was a neighbor whom in the past babysat him while the Dursley's were off to do something pleasant, which they never wanted Harry to partake in. He had never enjoyed those visits (seeing as she was a batty old lady, always talking about her cats), but now he had a reason to. She was now his ally, and although she was a squib, she was connected to the Order of the Phoenix, and could be a veritable wealth of information if talked to sweetly enough. However, that was not Harry's goal tonight. He had far too much information in his head to be bothered with anymore.
"I wish I had a Pensieve." Harry spoke aloud, as he rummaged in a fake plant, looking for the spare key. It had been charmed by Mrs. Figg herself, though rather poorly (as she was a squib). It was a very jagged, cold, hard, and gold caterpillar Harry picked up that Mrs. Figg had told him about once she revealed what she was. She said that Harry was always welcome. Taking her up on that offer in her absence, Harry unceremoniously stuffed the "key" into the lock, vaguely aware of the familiarity with a winged key in his first year.
The door opened, and the smell of cats hit him squarely in the nose. He chucked the caterpillar back into the shrubs, and turned on the light switch. Had he been carrying anything, he certainly would have dropped it in shock as he saw what was in the cooky old squib's living room.