Hello again. This is Harrys point of view as requested. Ginny will be back though don't worry. I don't really like this chapter so any comments would be much appreciated, Im not sure about the diary layout of the first bit but didn't know what else to do
Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with it and am deeply disappointed about this.
AN: Itallics is the character writing in this chapter. I know, sorry its so confusing but please mention a different way!! Need all the help I can get!
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So this is me, James Black. I am 18 years old (ish). I woke up in hospital exactly 1 year ago today and remember nothing from the first 17 years of my life. Yeah I know, sounds weird and a little bit Torchwoodish but that just about sums me up. (Weird I mean, although if torchwood are recruiting…)
Anyways, I am writing this as a way to try and remember my past. Not that it will work, but it will keep charley happy. Oh yeah, Charley is my flat mate. He's 21 and I met him in hospital where he was recovering from a sports related injury, as normal, while I was there, trying to regain my memory. Between us and our "accidents" it seems every healer in that hospital has treated us at some point in the last year and now we get much eye rolling whenever we make an appearance.
Charley basically has taken me under his wing and looked after me when I came out of hospital as nobody had come to claim me, I am all alone except for Charley. No family, no friends, nothing. Makes me wonder what I was like or what I had done for no one to want me, to care or even make an effort to find me. I do get flashes ever so often. Just glimpses of a life I can't remember. And I get the nightmares.
They haunt me continuously. That high cold laugh, the green light and the screaming. That's what gets me the most, not the pure evil of the laugh, the clear deathliness of the light but the pure pain in those screams. But they are just nightmares aren't they? Everyone has nightmares? Just mine are a little more vivid than most. A little to real for comfort.
And there are those 17 years of life I can't remember but who would do those things to a 17 year old? Who is that evil? I do remember …
"JAMES BLACK GET OUT HER NOW OR BY MERLINS SAGGY Y FRONTS I WILL LEAVE WITHOUT YOU AND TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT THE SPOT!!! DON'T THINK I WON'T DO IT" Charly yells through the door "I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER YOUR PAST BUT NOT BEFORE THE AUSTRALIEN NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM TRYOUTS WHICH I MIGHT REMIND YOU WE BOTH HAVE TO BE AT IN ... MERLIN 10 MINS!"
"alright, keep you hair on I'm just coming" James mumbles back closing down his laptop. He glances in the mirror trying to flatten down his unruly black hair and then grabs his wand of the nearby cluttered desk, knocking over a stack of parchment in the process, and swearing proceeds to turn his hair red and cover up the distinctive lightening bolt scar. But his eye colour he had had to leave. Try as he might he could not shift the vivid green of his eyes.
He had started changing his appearance when he first started playing quidditch professionally and people had begun to recognise him in the street. Funny thing is couple of times before he had discovered his quidditch talent he had been supposedly 'recognised' by complete strangers.
He had been stopped in the street a couple of times by people who had proceeded to shake his hand profusely and thank him repeatedly then walk off as if it was nothing strange. One particular time a very short, stout man in a lime green coat had stopped, bowed to him and shaken his hand and then just walked of without even saying a word. He …
"JAMES, WHAT ARE YOU DOING" Charley yelled pulling James back from his thoughts.
He checked one final time in the mirror making shore all his hair had turned red, he had gone out looking like a tiger once. Grabbed his broom and ran towards the door pulling it open and was flattened by Charley who was just about to hammer on the door again, and instead had fallen over onto James. Charley bounded straight back up (he was extremely agile for his 6ft beater build) and pulled James with him.
"Finally what took you so long" Charley moaned as he dragged James down to the apparition point. "and you have forgotten to change your eyebrows to match your hair again"
James pulled out his wand and hurriedly preformed the spell. He hated being recognised as the famous up and coming seeker. Only 17 and youngest Australian national seeker in a century ( or potential as he kept telling everyone, he hadn't got the position yet). He wanted people to recognise him as a person and not for all the fame and fortune and his talent. He didn't want to be the famous quidditch player he wanted to be just James. Just James who happened to be very good at quidditch. But that's not how the fans saw it. He had to be the amazing world class seeker. So that's why he wore the disguise, so he could be just James.
We arrived at the tryouts and were split of into groups by the postion we were trying out for. I gave Charley a cheery thumbs up but my insides had turned to lead. I nervously glanced at the only other seeker who had made it this far through selections and saw the slightly green tinge to her pale paler and thought I could sympathise precisely with what she was feeling, my insides where now squirming, making me miss the lead.
The coach strode determinedly towards us across the pitch and watching him walk he seemed to be taking forever. Suddenly I noticed that his mouth was moving and I hadn't been listening to a word he had been saying and by the look on Johnsons ( the other seeker) face, she hadn't either. When he reached us he saw the looks on our faces and just shouted "LAPS ON MY WHISTLE …. GO"
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Anyways please review, and im going to start a though/quote thing on the end of every story … yes I know random, but I like it. Please do tell me to shut up and top doing it if its annoying though!
"if nothing changed there would be no butterflies"
- My friends Art GCSE final piece. She made it up and I really like it so though i would share it with you. But all credit to her for it
