"…" – speech
"…" – thoughts
"…" – Parseltongue
HARRY'S POV
For the past little while I have been trapped in this dreadful place that I have begun to forget who I really am, well not really. In my soul, I feel like I have been locked away from reality, in this cramped and small room by my only living relatives.
When I returned from school, I could see the fear in their eyes, disgust clearly visible in their facial expressions… they're so easy to read.
Aunt Petunia has spent her days snooping out the window, hoping that neighbors haven't noticed my return and that they don't come over asking questions. Uncle Vernon just grunts at me and tries to ignore me to the best of his capability, which isn't much. And Dudley, well he just scuttles away from me, fearing that I will turn him into something unnatural.
While on my back, I store up at my dully-white painted ceiling that rests there. In slight discomfort, I could feel the springs in my worn-out mattress digging into my flesh, but I did nothing, because I couldn't do anything. Closing my eyes, I tried to visualize my parents, but I found nothing but anger and pain. I shifted and turned to lie on my stomach, resting my head on my arms and sighed.
"Why didn't anyone believe me? Why won't Dumbledore believe me? He believed me every other year, but why not now? Is it because he thinks that I did that? Is it because he needs proof? Or could it be something else? But I told the truth," I thought solemnly. "Isn't what I said truth enough? Or am I really nothing more or nothing less than a pawn to those who can't fight for themselves? Why?"
FLASHBACK
I remember that I was standing in front of Headmaster Dumbledore's desk, peering down at me sadly; I no longer could see the twinkle in his ancient eyes.
Directly behind me was my Head of House, she probably stood there with a stern, but professional look on her withered face. Internally I knew that her heart was breaking, for she was losing her PRIZED student. Sure I knew what was going to happen, but only barely.
I watched silently as Dumbledore relaxed slightly in his desk chair, before he cleared his throat.
"Mr. Potter I am deeply disappointed with you. You have disgraced me and this school with your actions today. I had great hope in you that you wouldn't follow in the same footsteps as in Lord Voldemort, but clearly, I have been proven wrong. I, myself and the Ministry of Magic as well, believe that you will continue venturing down this path in Darkness. Do you understand what I saying as of right now," started Dumbledore.
"Yes sir," I whispered, already knowing my fate!
"So, it has come to my attention and I have no other choice but to remove you from the school, for the protection of the other students. With greatest of regrets Mr. Potter, I am sorry to inform you that you have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Also, in account to your action today, you have been denied entrance to the other European magic schools," explained Dumbledore!
In response, I dropped my head solemnly and nodded my acceptance.
"Now, by the order of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harold James Potter will never enter another European magic school again to this day. Since you are under the actual legal age to enter Azkaban Prison, you have been asked to hand over your wand," finished Dumbledore.
I handed over my wand over to Dumbledore and watched sadly as my wand broke with an audible SNAP. I winced at that sound, and watched, no, felt as the magic in my wand drifted away.
"Now, Mr. Potter, before I hand you this Portkey that will take you to your relatives home, would you like to say anything before you leave," asked Dumbledore?
"Yes I would actually," I answered! "When you and the Ministry finally realize the truth of what you have done. Don't expect me to come running back to you, I'm nobody's pawn. Good-bye Headmaster, Professor McGonagull!"
I reached for the Portkey, which was a soda bottle. However, before I disappeared completely, I swear that I heard Dumbledore say, "Perhaps the Prophesy was wrong…" Before I felt a tug at my navel and disappeared from Hogwarts, never to be seen there again, for a while.
END FLASHBACK
"What did he mean? "Perhaps the prophesy was wrong?" Does this have anything to do with me? Maybe it's about Voldemort? Or by, perchance, the both of us? It had better not be. I have enough now to deal with, just trying to survive as it is. I don't need another reason to be bothered with," I said angrily, before sighing. "What am I going to do now? It's the beginning of May and I haven't even finished my fourth year yet. This sucks!"
I sighed irritably and tried to go to sleep, tried BEING the word. I turned towards my window in annoyance and saw three owls tapping on my window…
Author Note(s): I hope that you like the story so far, because it is taking me awhile to come up with the story line. Basically I'm trying to make it as orginal as I can, that truly is the hard part because I really don't want to change the story line that J.K. Rowling has created, but at the same time I'm trying to make it more orginal than the others. I did steal a part from the Order of the Phoenix and place it in the story. Also, I would just like to state that I have created the summaries for each chapter so far, at the moment I have 1-21 done and still counting. So I hope that you have the patience and bear with me until I finish this fic, thanks.
Mary Bachiu
