Leaving the Light
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and probably never will, so don't sue me.
Summery: Actually don't know how this will turn out, just read.
Authors Note: Second chapter of the most amazing story ever know coming right up… just look below.
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Chapter two: Embedded
Harry awoke to the sound of breaking glass, and giggled, entertaining the thoughts of morning breaking. Yet a intense pain in his left hand stopped him from laughing to hard. Looking to the floor and his lap he realized he'd crushed the potion bottle whilst sleeping, feeling a water like substance dribble down his left wrist made him open his left hand. Blood was everywhere. He cursed silently, and studied his left hand slowly, it looked like there was glass still imbedded in his palm damn! He hit the table with his sore hand and winced. He went and got the tweezers from the bathroom cabinet across the hall the one surprisingly in the bathroom. At the same time he rinsed the blood away from his hand watching in fascination as the blood slowly mixed with the water turning it a cloudy pinky colour. He tiptoed back into his own room accompanied by the tweezers. He sat down on the edge of the bed and winced yet again, he had almost forgotten the pain he went through last night, but something like that doesn't go away easy.
Gazing down at his had he laid it on one of his books for school, he braced himself and picked up the tweezers. He hoped it didn't hurt enough to make him scream or he really would feel Vernon's wrath. He pulled the biggest piece of glass out first screwing up his eyes slightly at the pain, a small stream of blood trickled out. He dropped the bloody glass into the waste paper bin at his side, stupid damn potion and its almost immediate affects he thought bitterly. He steadied his hand again pulling out the next piece and bit back a shout, and dropped it into the waste paper bin, damn Vernon for making him want to drown his sorrows. He dug deeper into his flesh to get out the third, trying not to widen the gash at the same time, damn Dumbledore for sending him 'home'. The forth piece of glass was uncomfortably close to his wrist, he pulled it out quickly, damn Voldemort for making him see Dumbledore. The fifth had buried itself under his skin, trying not to cry Harry ripped it out, damn life for making him fight Voldemort. Feeling that life was already damned Harry went off to the bathroom to wash away the newly formed blood.
After a thorough rinsing Harry stared at his hand, with the blood and glass now properly gone Harry could see the impact on his skin. His palm now had a permanent wonky cross on it with a gem of glass embedded in the middle, the only one he couldn't pull out. It was, in a way pretty and Harry had the added bonus of it not reacting every time it say Voldemort, Harry smiled. It was unusual to be thinking of a gash in your hand as pretty but Harry was a pretty unusual person so it didn't really seem to matter. Harry stole back into his bedroom and cleared up the glass. He packed his bag, suitcase and rescued his broom from the cupboard under the stairs, all he needed now was his wand, and he could run away properly. Harry sneaked down the landing and peered into the bedroom he had been held captive in last nigh.
Harry shivered now was not the time for thinking of that, he had a mission to do and sure as hell was he going to do it. He snuck in combat style on his belly and elbows silently giggling and playing the James Bond theme tune in his head. If he were a fat, possessive, pervy uncle where the hell would he hide his nephews wand? At his company? Nope that would be far to clever for Vernon and woe betide anyone finding it. Under his bed? Nope he would have found it last night. In his sock draw? Might be Harry riffled through the draw, and found nothing interesting save a pair of man thongs that left little to the imagination and made Harry gag. Dammit where would that man hide it.
"Are you looking for this or just admiring my man thongs potter?" Harry froze as Vernon put a hand on his shoulder. Harry felt repulsed by the feel of the mans skin and even more so when he lent forwards and breathed into Harry's ear "I'll give it you if you make it worth my while" Harry turned around and punched his uncle in his many chins.
"And I'll do something unimaginably horrible if you don't give it back right now!" Harry snarled the air around him crackling with magic, giggling forgotten. Vernon gasped as Harry landed blow after blow on his face.
"Here," said the Dursley reaching under his pillow and passing the wand to Harry. "It's not like you can do magic with it!"
"Oh, cant I?" Harry smirked "Rictusempra" He hissed and a jolt of light hit Vernon square in the chest and he doubled over. Harry kicked his head back "not enough to prove I can't?" Vernon rose anger fresh in his eyes." Obviously not "Crucio" Vernon fell to the floor shaking, moaning and crying. Harry's heart stopped, damn he'd used an unforgivable he was neck deep in shit with the ministry this time. "Accio broom and belongings!" Harry cried. He pulled out the invisibility cloak and let Hedwig free of her cadge. Placing a feather light spell on his belongings bar the firebolt, which didn't need one. He wrapped his invisibility cloak around himself and set off into the night, just in time. He was barley out of the window when he heard the sounds off apparation and the cry's of stupefy. Chuckling to himself about late timing Harry pushed off and out into the still star laden morning sky.
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Snape felt his dark mark burn and after grabbing the necessities he apparated right to his masters side. After the death eaters had all formed a circle around their lord he began to speak "I have a feeling that one Harry Potter will be leaving the light very soon, if not now." he smirked and flicked out his tongue.
"Excuse me my lord?" Snape stepped forewords.
"Yes Snape, go ahead and question?" He sighed. "As you usually do…"
"It just seems that it is an improbable thing to say master, I mean no disrespect but how do you know?" The Dark lord cackled.
"How do I know?" Snape lowered his head almost shamefully, Voldemort looked out into the circle "Because Snape, aside from the fact I've had his thoughts going round my head for virtually his whole life," Snape's shoulder's drooped, and he braced himself for something painful. "because, today, Potter has broken the law and cast his first unforgivable, and from what I see quite happy about it!" the circle broke into small groups to discuss this information.
"It's true!" Lucius stepped forewords and the groups fell quiet. "At the ministry today we felt an unmentionable surge of magical energy coming from the boy's house, and of course everyone jumped to the conclusion it was you." Voldemort nodded as if he had heard this somewhere before, then again he probably had. "the next thing we know is that there has been an unforgivable curse cast and the ministry have gone mad, shouting stuff about how they knew they should've but aurors round the boy 24/7." Lucius shook his head knowingly. "Of course if it had been you two aurors wouldn't have made much difference my lord. But anyway when the ministry finally realized it was needed almost all the aurors in the office went I of course went there too. After shouting stupefy, in about a hundred different ways they finally figured out someone was in pain, hence all screaming and they looked down. But it wasn't Potter it was his fat uncle Vernon or something along the same lines. It took four ministry officials to break the spell and another three to calm him down." Lucius paused for breath. "it was an extremely powerful cruciatus curse, especially for a first time, I wanted to know what the muggle had done to provoke his temper like that but unfortunately the muggle wouldn't talk and they wouldn't let me use my methods on him, but my bet is something nasty!"
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