A/N: Sorry guys, I've just been SO BUSY with school, cuz I'm applying to a few things... Anyway, thank you for your patience and here's a double update! Love you guys, ~Slug-Cat
Chapter 3: Secrets
We all have secrets that we wish to keep. That make us wish we could hide away, deep in some Hell. The boy with the scar had many secrets. He had witnessed death, murder, and had faced fear itself. Everyone has secrets. However, not everyone can keep them.
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Petunia drove long into the night. It was not unlike the drive before his first year of Hogwarts, when his uncle was fleeing the letters. However, the atmosphere was different. It was filled with fear. The kind of fear a rabbit gets when it is fleeing a wolf. Cold, rushing, bone-chilling fear. Like dementors.
You could do it.
What?
Feed him to them. Let him see his greatest fears before you rip him apart.
But… but…
Don't fight it. Why not get your heart's desire for once?
But Ron, Hermione…
In the end they'll turn. Like everyone else. Or end up dead. Like everyone else. They cannot control what you do.
But I can. And as he pushed the voice back again, he tried to ignore the worm of doubt in his mind.
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After a few days, Petunia found and rented them a flat in the suburbs of London. It took all of the next three weeks to get Harry not to flinch and shield himself at Petunia's and Dudley's approach. Petunia contacted the headmaster and informed him of the situation. After a few weeks, Ron and Hermione came to visit.
When Hermione came through the door, she rushed to Harry and throw her arms around him. He stiffed a moment, and then relaxed in her embrace.
"Oh Harry! Mum and Dad won't tell me what's happened and their acting so worried and-" Ron came in. Harry stiffened. He still couldn't be in a room with Dudley, it was hard enough passing him in the hall. He knew Dudley- let alone Ron, would never do what is uncle did, but he still couldn't stand males. He hung on to Hermione, eyes widening slightly.
"Sorry I'm a little late, Fred got some-" he stopped, seeing Harry's reaction.
"What's wrong, mate? Did Fred do something to my hair?" He patted the top of his head just to be sure. He stepped closer. Harry gripped Hermione tighter. "I know that-" Harry didn't bother to let him get past those three words. He fled to his room. Everyone has secrets. But no secret stays secret for long.