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Prelude: Harry
I have lost him. He fell and left me behind. He has left, he's gone .Gone. Sirius…h-he's dead. The one the only one I open my heart to love and trust completely. The only one I did keep secrets from. He was my Godfather. He was my brother, my friend, my family and I gave him my heart to hold and protect only he took in with him and left my heartless and empty.
I look around my barren prison cell of Number 4 Privet Drive and think about the prophecy that still angers me and the betrayals discovered during Hogwarts. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny all report my movement and activities to Dumbledore and are tasked to keep me ignorant of everything. Luckily I overheard there meeting when hiding in the common room under the cloak.
My so called friends are minions; my Mentor wants a martyr for a hypocritical and petty society, the people that are supposed to protect me are sheep, I lost the little family that wanted and love me. Will everyone who loves me die before me?
Painful numbness circles my heart, holding back the every smoldering rage I have always felt and could never release.
I stare blankly at the ceiling and listen to the Dursley's moving around downstairs, who have been avoiding me like a plague since I got back almost a month and a half now. I continue to stare blankly at the ceiling feeling slumber calling me. I try to fight it now wanting to be visited my painful dream of lost love one, but the call is to strong.
I step into dream and see a little girl with flowing brown hair and shining brown eyes. I watch try to make friends at a playground with the other children there but it seems that she is too different from them. She appears to be four but speaks and acts older than they do. I watch her walk away and head towards a house. She enters the house and starts making a meal like a pro, setting the table for two, when a woman walks in and sits at the table. She has brown and blue eye, she is smiling tiredly at the girl. The girl… No her name is Bella… Bella places a plate in front of the woman and one on the table in front for her.
I watch he dream change to Bella a little older in a living room taking of the shoes of the woman, her mum. Next to Bella holding a list for food while in the grocery store sticking to it and stop her mom from put unwanted items in the cart she pushing. Then to watching her mum fall in and out of love and Bella taking care of her before and after it happens. The dream continue and shifts showing little Bella continue to watch over and care for her mum, when it should be the other. As I look at the scenes I can't but feel sadness and empathetic towards Bella. Watching here suffer the weight of responsibility while her mum basks in the remainder of her youth.
The scenes fade till I am surrounded by darkness. Oh No! I gaze in a pair of sorrowful jade eyes, an angry hazel, and an accusing silver-ringed pair.
"You kill us!"
"It is your fault, I died because of you!"
"Why do I have to have such a failure for a son?"
"You're weak!"
"Pathetic!"
"Freak!"
"Please…stop!"
"He came for you, I should have stepped aside!"
"I should have let him through!"
"I should have never loved you!"
"It's your entire fault!"
"It's your entire fault!"
"It's your entire fault!"
"It's your entire fault!"
"I sorry, I sorry …please….Stop…. STOP IT!"
"Bella …"
AN:R and R please, happy reading