When the World Stops Seeing
I have decided that this story will be slash, I hope not many of my readers will have a problem with that. I am taking suggestions on pairings but I have a few surprising ones up my sleeves
Disclaimer:The usual really...I don't own any of the characters or else they would have been doing my dirty deeds a lot sooner, muah ha ha!
Chapter 6-Once alone, always lonely
An angry man opens his mouth and closes his eyes.-Anon
Harry groaned as the world tilted when he turned his head. Opening his eyes he saw the familiar image of his shabby room. He blinked a few more times before licking his lips; realizing just how thirsty he was. He slowly went to raise himself into a reasonable sitting position when he went back down hard. His eyes widened as he craned his head up and was met with the sight of his wrist tied tightly to the head post. He supposed he hadn't even noticed since his limbs had appeared to have lost feeling in them long ago due to the tightness of the rope around critical veins.
Harry's eyes widened more and he started to hyperventilate as he realized the severity of the situation. This was it. This was how he was going to die; tied to a bed with everything taken from him, even his dignity.
Tears fell as he turned his head. It was true, he had no reason to live; his entire life was gone and his body could have only taken a little more of the constant abuse but…that still didn't mean he didn't want to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to fall in love and lose his virginity and he wanted…well he couldn't have it anymore; he would never have that chance again…
He groaned as the ringing in his ears continued to pierce through his thoughts. Trying to shift to see a better view of the ropes he gasped and closed his eyes as the sudden pain from the stab wound made its notice. Looking down he saw that the bandage had loosened probably during the rage of Vernon and now blood was seeping deeper and deeper into the bed. Harry hit his head against the back of the bed in frustration. Why can't I get a break for once?!
His eyes fell to a half gaze as he desperately tried to focus on staying awake. He wasn't an idiot and knew that if anyone was still watching or monitoring him then they would have better information on his health if he was awake. His breath came out in hard puffs and soft intakes were heard as he felt the beginnings on numbness creep its way up his pelvis and to his abdomen. Closing his eyes he succumbed to gentle darkness and his head fell softly to the side. His eyes shut completely to the world and that was the last thing he knew before he heard a slamming downstairs.
Umm..hi. My name is Dudley and you're my journal or is it jornal? Anyway no…Not diary, Journal. sigh I gues I should just write why I'm writing in this right? Ok well:
My teacher said I can no longer go into her classroom unless I try to releave stress and this is how right?
Umm…some people say writin can make u lose weight?
Strange things have been happin round me lately
And I guess the real reason….my cousin
Alright, 'nough numbas for now and I'll tell u about my cousin. Course I don't even know much bout him and for some reason I'm regrettin that more and more everyday. I don't know what it is though, my whole life ive been hearing the beatings and the screams that came with em, well when we were young anyway. But every now and then when I do get a good look a harry…he's so…broken, so alone and isolated in a way that u just know that no one had eva loved him, I know for sure that ma and dad don't and I can't say so for myself. But I know one thing, somehow Harry is keeping me sane. Yes, I know, what the hell right? Well here goes…umm, its about number three. See these strange things, well I think their cuz a me, Gosh
I SOUND LIKE HARRY WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER! Grr…he was all things are happin to me Dud….its almost like…O God-I think I'm gonna be sick. It's not that I hate magic or nething, it's just dat what would dad say?! Then I'd just be another kid he beats after work! Anyway, back to the reason he's keeping me sane? Well, these 'things' are thoughts….as in I hear things lately when I'm around my gang and everyone! It's the most stupid stuff too! Like oh my shoe is untied or did I brush my teeth this morning and whats that smell? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! So yeah, I sound like this isn't weird, like hearing thoughts is like waking up and finding out u lost ten pounds in a day right? Its unusual…but why not?! So the oddest thing of all? Well, that just hast to do with Harry!...Cuz around Harry? Well, I don't hear nething, nothing except an almost soothing feeling. Like that feeling u get when u stayed up almost 36 hours and then u finally lay in ur bed. And its not like harry don't have no thoughts, I don't think he's that stupid but when I'm around Harry…I don't here nething from ma or dad either. Its like hes some human ear plugs now. Despite his usefulness lately, I know I can't see him anyway cuz dad would be mad and then I can't like use an excuse to beat him up cuz when hes getting beatin it doesn't work, doesn't work when hes unconcious either. Despite him not workin when hes out I sometimes sneak in to clean him up redo that bandage round his stomach. I wonder how he got it….anyway, don't tell anyone bout our chat k? Ha ha, yes I know ur pages and ink and couldn't tell anyone nething. I mean who eva heard of a diary that can come to life? Ha! Oops, I meant jornal…..
Logan had had enough. Not only had tin can taken a fucking hour and a half in the shower but Storm insisted on watching the news and the mediocre TV residing in their hotel. Logan had yet to see the Professor though since he retreated to his private room and Logan couldn't help but feel worried for old wheels. It seemed the professor was a very strong and powerful man but his weakness? His heart….
A knock sounded on the door. Crisp curtains fluttered and tap sounding footsteps maneuvered around an arrangement of suitcases and approached the door.
"Hello, you must be Mrs. Dursley, I'm here to see your nephew, I believe his name is Harry Potter", a middle-aged woman in a brown suit asked politely, two bulky men behind her.
Being what a wonderful actor Miss Petunia Dursley was, her eyes widened and with a quick gasp she began to stutter incomprehensible words that strangely sounded like something a baby would mutter after it had repeatedly passed gas.
"Social services say it only took 37 minutes and 23 seconds for the Dursley's to be hand-cuffed in the back of a police man's car.
However, due to the extent of Mr. Potter's injuries, it took 2 hours to sustain the bleeding on his sodden bed and rush him to the nearest hospital. It is believed that his family was planning on leaving him for some time in his condition, as multiple suitcases were found by the door with tickets to Scotland.
Police said that it was the worst unsettling experience they had been involved in but have yet to disclose Mr. Potter's injuries…Next on London News….we have a disconcerting story of strange appearances of people that have strange abilities…."
Logan clicked to shut the TV off with a resounding growl.
"Now now Logan, they're just reporters doing their job…", Xavier's knowing voice said as he continued eating a delicious meal made by room service; after all; school food could only do so much…
"For someone who's sooo smart and can supposedly read minds, it's not even the report that's got me mad!" Logan said as he hopped up from a comfy chair he was occupying, "Maybe its to do with the fact that we've been waiting a week to take this kid back to the mansion even though-umm I don't know-someone mentioned it would take a day and now that we've got him out of harms way we aren't even doing that!!"
Logan's breath came out heavily and the skin on his knuckles desperately ached to find a release from his anger.
The professor was silent for a moment, either trying to gather his thoughts or perhaps trying to gather Logan's. With a soft whisper the professor replied, "I hadn't…expected the boy to be so…damaged, the uncle that I read thoughts from only thought of a beating, perhaps he may have got carried away…"
"Carried away?" Logan asked with a snort and also curiosity concerning if the professor somehow knew about the boy's complete health.
Moments passed but receiving no answer, Logan got up with a sigh and headed out with a lame excuse for fresh air.
Dirt and gravel crumpled loudly under his feet as he walked further and further from his friends…
-friends?... Not long ago, I believed in no such thing, at least no such thing in MY life. Running was always more though, more easier, more exhilarating and…well just more! But then it happened, something the big bad wolf never expected…he got tired and most of all…lonely…
When I was younger, I always knew my place; after all it wasn't hard when you had Uncle Vernon screaming it in your ear every second. It was only at the age of eleven that I didn't know my place, in fact I was so confused on who I was that I stopped being everything, I merely closed my eyes and let the world believe what they wanted. It was comfortable living my life this way, like just standing in a room, not moving an inch and yet your appearance changes, you grow and learn and suddenly your hand twitches. Only when I truly felt a need to object is when I opened my eyes or more then my hand twitches. It was my awakening. That was a new experience for me as well, objecting wasn't even a world I knew or was crazy enough to try until I learned to observe the people around me, they taught me a lot of good things and bad. I suppose my worst regret and fear that came true was closing my eyes too long and losing control. Later I realized I never even had that control or my own future to speak of, after all, destinies are forced upon and never really given. It was the summer after my fifth year, not long after I lost my chance of a home that I started to change, or rather everyone changed around me…
Flashback
Staring out of a foggy window, Harry clutched his wrist, wishing for the swelling to die down; it seemed Vernon was getting more and more aggressive these days…
Despite the pain, Harry forced a small but glowing grin as he saw a dot in the distance that could only be assumed to be an owl, one which held a letter from a Miss Hermione Granger. An excitement entered him, it had been hard living in this 'place' alone, fearing what your future may hold-especially for one so young and in knowledge that an evil mad man wanted to kill you. Although it felt like the world was closing in on Harry's small form but big heart, the letter from his friend was all that invaded his mind at this moment. Happily, Harry gently hugged Hedwig and thanked her with a treat for her hard work. Harry
hadn't heard from his friends all summer, despite a good two months having past and though it seemed strange that his friends didn't write, Harry was determined to remain optimistic in such a situation such as his, because what else could he do? In desperation, after a particularly vicious meeting with his uncle-one which actually gave him his damaged wrist-Harry wrote a quick letter showing his need to hear some amount of condolence from his friends that they were at least safe and eager to see him just as much as he wanted to see them. Petting Hedwig a bit more with a small yet true smile of his face, Harry untied the letter from Hermione, already recognizing her neat and elegant script stating his name.
Harry,
I'm sorry Ron and I haven't been keeping word with you. Many things are happening around us and we cannot divulge any information that could jeopardize our well-being. Of course, one thing that always seems to do that is knowing you. I'm so sorry Harry, but under certain circumstances and with the latest rumors that have invaded the Wizarding world, well, Harry I-that is to say, Ron and I-have been 'ordered' to not see you anymore. Not speak to you. Not give you any sort of information of our whereabouts. We do not know the meaning of such orders. And I truly mean orders, as they have promised to dismiss us from school if we try to speak to you. School Harry! You know how important my education is to me, has always been to me. I just can't take the chance Harry. Plus I would do you no good if I were taken out of Hogwarts. This way, we can still pass by each other in the halls and I will continue my education and when the time comes, I… Ron and I will return back to your side when you go to defeat Voldemort. And then everything will be better. Headmaster Dumbledore has read through this letter to insure for our safety that nothing has been released to endanger us. I want you to know Harry that you were right, when you said knowing you would be dangerous, just don't take it as meaning you aren't worth it, worth knowing you despite the dangers. I'm just afraid it's out of our hands for now and we have to just take a short break. But if you ever feel lonely just try…well just bite through it and this will be over in no time.
Hermione
I'm very sorry about the huge delay everyone, I actually had most of this chapter written for a while but just haven't forced myself to finish it and post it. I figure it's best to not list excuses on why I haven't posted in forever so hope you like this chapter and please review if you have the time. Thank you
-Haley
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