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I'm not nice enough. Seriously.
Harry woke up in the middle of the night screaming.
He had just dreamed about the night of Voldemort's rebirth.
Harry had been through a lot in his life, but that night had been the worst.
Harry and his 'family' used to live in a small park not far from the shopping mall.
Harry remembered that night as though it had happened only one hour before.
Thirteen year old Harry Potter was sleeping soundly next to Pippa in the park grandstand.
Nobody was playing any sport or doing anything whatsoever in the park besides Harry's group, who were sleeping.
Every night one of the kids would be on watch.
Tonight it was Paul, who was only eleven years old.
Paul was sitting quietly at the entrance to the grandstand when he saw some black figures swooping over the soccer field.
Paul got up and woke up Harry.
"Harry," Paul whispered. "There's people here. I think you should reset the shield thing. It's getting weak."
Harry was up straight away.
He raced out onto the field thinking that he could take on these figures.
"Harry, No!" He heard behind him as he ran.
As he got closer to the firgures, he saw that they were wearing cloaks.
Paul was rushing down the field after him.
"Paul! Go back! Now!" Harry shouted, not turning around.
Soon enough Paul was at his side.
"Well, well, well," said a low, evil voice. "This is the all mighty Harry James Potter! Living in the grandstands of a soccer field."
"Harry? Harry!"
Harry turned to the source of the voice.
Standing next to the tall, cloaked figure, who had long blond hair falling from the back of his mask, was a woman in normal, everyday clothes, with a dark bag over her head.
The man pulled the bag off her head.
"DAISY!" Harry shouted.
"If you want her to live, come with us. Now!" said the man.
"Don't go with them Harry!" shouted Paul.
"Kill the spare!" said a croaky voice, from somewhere behind the man.
Another man who looked like a rat, stepped forward.
He was holding a bundle of robes covering what looked like a small baby.
"Avada Kedavra!" the rat like man wheezed, pointing a stick at Paul.
Green light flashed form the rat man's wand, hitting Paul directly in the center of his chest.
Paul was dead before he hit the ground.
"NO!" Harry screamed.
"I repeat, boy! If you want the girl to live, come with us!" the blond haired man said.
"Harry, don't go!" Daisy shouted.
But how could he not?
She had been the best teacher he had ever had.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" he said finally.
"Good. Grab hold on this." said the blond man, holding out a coffee mug.
Harry grabbed hold of it.
The soccer field started to fade.
He started feeling dizzy as it felt as though he was speeding around in circles.
When his feet finally hit the ground, his knees buckled.
He looked around.
He was in a graveyard.
He felt himself being pulled up and fastened to a huge gravestone.
In front of him was a giant pot, big enough to hold a full sized human being.
There was steam coming from the top of the cauldron, disappearing as it went too high into the sky.
The rat man walked over to the cauldron and dropped the bundle into the cauldron.
He walked over to the grave that Harry was held to with his stick pointing at the floor of the grave.
The rat man started talking:
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given. You will renew your son."
The grave underneath of Harry opened and a bone flew out.
The rat man directed the bone with his wand into the cauldron.
"Flesh of the servant. . . willingly. . . sacrificed! You will revive your master!" the small man continued, trembling.
Harry turned his face away as the man cut off his arm and watched into drop into the cauldron.
The man approached Harry in pain.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe!"
Harry felt the knife pierce through the flesh in his arm.
The knife pierced his scin, like a butter knife would pierce through butter.
Harry screamed.
The lightning bolt scar on his forehead felt as though it was burning.
He knew it was bleeding as he could feel the warm trickle of blood running down the side of his face.
Good thing that when he was younger his uncle had got the optomitrist to fix his eyes so he would stop running into walls otherwise his glasses would have fallen off and he would have lost his site.
Harry watched, screaming, as the cauldron in front of him caught fire.
Smoke whipped up everywhere until it all stopped and went silent.
All except for Harry's screaming.
A figure emerged from the cauldron.
Human. But nowhere near human.
His skin was stretched across his body and it was a grey fish like colour.
He was skinny as a skeleton.
He or it turned to face Harry.
The creature had bright red eyes, evil eyes.
It's nose was just two slits and it bore a mouth with no lips.
"Wormtail. . .cloak me and bring me my wand," Lord Voldemort said in a high, cold voice, staring at Harry the whole time.
The rat man was called Wormtail.
Wormtail bought Voldemort his wand and swished his own so that the cloak formed around Voldemorts body.
Harry screamed with pain as Voldemort edged closer and closer.
"Well, well Harry. Pleasure to see you here. How old are you now? Thirteen. The only reason whatsoever that you evaded me that night twelve years ago, was because of your mothers sacrifice. Nothing to do with you. You have not the power that I do not possess, you are not stronger than me," Voldemort said.
"I would never have been able to touch you before this night, but I am stronger now! I can touch you now!" Voldemort said, threateningly.
He pounced forwards and pressed his thumb to Harry's scar.
Harry's scar exploded in excuciable pain. Unbearable pain.
When Voldemort finally lifted his thumb off Harry's forehead, Harry was left gasping for breath.
Voldemort put his face close to Harry's and whispered:
"I forgot to intrduve myself, young Harry. I am Lord Voldemort and you will duel me now! Where's your wand?" Voldemort asked, getting louder every word.
"I don't have one. I just want to let you know that you and your gang are the most cowardly bunch I've ever met!" Harry said. "Seriously, your little followers won't even show their ugly faces!"
"Potter, shut up now, or the girl dies!" Voldemort said.
Harry had forgotten about Daisy.
"My lord. I want to kill the boy!" one of Voldemorts followers shouted.
"He is mine. If you are so greedy that you are going to demand the death of the boy be in your hands then death be to you! Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted, striking on eof his own followers down to the ground.
"Voldemort, stop! Why not battle them? See who's stronger? I bet any one of them could beat you in a duel!" Harry shouted.
"And down goes your teacher, Potter," Voldemort sneered, mockingly.
"NO!" Harry shouted.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted.
That was the night that Daisy Payton died. The perosn who had brightened Harry's life ever so slightly was gone forever.
"Release him, Wormtail. It is time for a duel!" Voldemort ordered.
Harry fell to the ground as the ropes holding him to the gravestone were cut.
"First we bow, Harry. Come on, bow to death." Voldemort said.
Harry courtsied teasingly.
Voldemort sneered.
"Crucio!"
Harry fell to the ground in horrible pain.
It felt as though every part of his body was being cut by a knife.
Ripped and slashed and ripped again.
When the curse was removed, Harry got up and made himself invisble without a wand.
He had always been able to do things like that.
He ran through all the Death Eaters, looking for the coffee mug.
He finally found it and grabbed hold of it.
Harry felt the now familiar sensation of travelling this way and was so relieved when he saw his home around him.
He had had landed right near where Paul was laying on the ground.
All his family were gathered around Paul.
"Harry!" Pippa cried out in her high voice.
Everybody turned.
There was a chorus of "Harry's!" and everybody gathered around.
"Everybody we have to find a new location to live, they know we're here. We have to leave. NOW!" Harry shouted at them.
So they left. Right after they buried paul.
The family travelled for days and days until they found this little alley and the man called Callum.
Callum promised them food and protection and told Harry about wizards and witches.
And finally, Harry felt the tiniest touch of happiness.
As Harry snapped back into reality, he realised how much he missed Paul and Daisy.
Soon enough Harry was back to sleep, and he didn't wake up until the morning.
He walked down in his pyjamas to the Gryffindor common room.
His pyjamas were a pair of boxer shorts and no shirt.
As Harry walked down through the common room every single girl in the room was staring at him.
He didn't care.
He just looked around until his eyes saught Ginny.
He didn't know why he felt like he did around her.
But it was a similar feeling to what he used to get when he was with Georgia.
Harry thought that he might be falling for Ginny.
He went and sat next to her.
She turned when he sat.
"Hello, Harry," Ginny said calmly.
"Hey Ginny," he replied.
"McGonagall said that she had to cancel your lessons on how to write and control your magic," Ginny said.
"What!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yeah, I don't know why. All she said was 'Tell Harry that I had to cancel his lessons.'"
"But I need the lessons. What about how to read? Has that been cancelled?" Harry asked.
"McGonagall said that that was the most important lesson. How to read. So she switched the reading lessons over to my mum to teach and Sirius isn't teaching you any. I don't think he can," Ginny said.
"But one of the only reasons I came to Hogwarts was because I needed to control my magic! She can't cancel those lessons!" Harry said loudly.
"Yes, but maybe it was Sirius that cancelled the lessons. Maybe he had to go somewhere or something," Ginny said.
Harry sighed.
"I don't like this school. What was the point in coming here anyway?" Harry asked resentfully.
"I thought you said you came here because you didn't have a good life where you came from," Ginny said.
"But, seriously. I shouldn't have come here. I've left all the people that I live with in a little alley with Callum, and deserted them all. This was such a coward way to get out of living the life I'm s'posed to be living!" Harry said.
"It's not a cowardly way. It's just a different way of living. Don't worry about it. At lest you know that the people that you live with will be safe and sound," she said.
"And what makes you say that?" Harry asked.
"Well, everybody is after you. If you're not with them, then nobody will know that you're there and no bad people will come after you," Ginny said.
Harry laughed bitterly.
"You know, Ginny, I feel so sorry for you, because you have such a good view on the world," he said.
Ginny looked at him questioningly.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, in the place that I live, there are a lot more bad people around. Wizards or not, they are all dangerous. Most people don't like kids that live out on the street, and when they see them, they are not happy. They can give the address of the sight that they saw the homeless kids to a special phone number and the authorities will come straight to that spot and either attack the kids or take them to a juvenile center. That is why I had to kill every muggle or wizard that spotted us," Harry said sadly, dropping his eyes to the ground.
Ginny didn't know what to say.
And before she could attempt to say anything, a first year approached the two of them and sat in the chair opposite.
Ginny looked at Harry awkwardly.
"Hello, Harry Potter," said the young boy, happily.
"And who are you?" Harry asked rudely.
"I'm Rodney Miller," said the boy, "Can I talk to you for a moment, Harry?"
"No."
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, "Of course he'll talk to you, Rodney."
"I will?" Harry sighed.
"Yes, you will," Ginny said forcefully.
"Apparently, yes I will," harry said.
Rodney smiled.
"Well, I'm going to go and get ready. Good luck with all these girls that are staring at you, Potter," Ginny said, cheekily.
"Thanks Weasley, I'm gunna need it," he said.
"And put some clothes on!" she said, smiling.
"You know you love it," Harry teased.
She left, smiling.
"What do you want?" Harry asked Rodney, rudely again.
"I need help. Please. You have to help me," the youth said.
"I won't help you unless I want to help you," Harry said. "What do you want?"
"Please, don't get mad at me, it's not my choice!" said Rodney carefully.
"What – is – it?" Harry said, annoyed.
The boy started trembling.
"My dad is a Death Eater and I don't know what to do. H'es always going places and when I'm talking to him, suddenly disappearing and holding his arm. I don't want to live with him, he's not a nice person," Rodney said dramatically.
"Rodney, do you really think that I am a nice person?" Harry asked.
"W-what?" he said.
"I said, Rodney, do you really think that I am a nice person? Do you really think that I will help you?" Harry asked in a resigned tone.
"Well. . .please, you have to, no one else is and you're Harry Potter!" Rodney exclaimed.
"Have you gone to Dumbledore?" Harry asked.
"No, but I don't think he will help me, even if I did," Rodney said.
"Well, go to Dumbledore and if he doesn't help you than you can come back to me," Harry suggested.
"But why can't you help me?"
"I'm not nice enough. Seriously," Harry said, "What about your mum? What's she doing about it?"
"She supports it," Rodney muttered.
"Well, go to someone who can help you. I have problems worse than yours," Harry said.
Rodney walked away, very upset.
And for the first time in Harry's whole life, he felt bad for something that he had done.
Great, Ginny's rubbing off on me, he thought.
The first period that day was Transfiguration.
He was walking to the classroom when suddenly his scar exploded in horrible pain.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Harry screamed, as he dropped to the ground.
He saw and felt someone pick him up and carry him until he blacked out.
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