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Black Frost Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Will I Ever…?
"The past cannot be changed, forgotten, edited or erased; it can only be accepted."
Distant.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
…
Come on, just tell me!
I don't feel like talking today…
Is… is it because of them?
…
Why don't you ever tell me these things? I'm your best friend! I want to help you.
…
Fine, be that way. Just know, that I'll always be there whenever you need me.
…Thanks…
Monday September 2, 1991
6:00 AM
Harry was not happy to wake up this morning, especially this early.
In fact, one could say that the boy was extremely irritated at best, homicidal at worst.
Why does Dumbledore have to make everything so difficult?
After giving out several groans of protest at nothing in particular, the young elemental dragged himself out of bed, quickly grabbing a towel and his toiletries before heading off to where he knew the bathrooms to be.
Under the hot spray of the shower, he continued to think about what today would bring him.
I have to try to give him as little relevant information as possible, while still making it seem like I'm giving him all the information that he wants…
But what does that entail?
Do I tell him about Sensei? No, he hasn't seen my moves yet.
He knows where I lived, so that I can talk about. And how I got on by throughout the years…
So no Sensei, and definitely nothing about Mayan… everything else about the past two years I'll space out between the meetings if necessary.
Satisfied with the plan that he had devised, the boy turned off the shower, stepping out to see his reflection in a large, stainless mirror, slightly taken aback by how he looked.
His eyes had more of a blue hue than he remembered, with a now solid ring of it around the outside of his iris. Thankfully, Sensei had gotten him reusable contacts, as the boy couldn't imagine using glasses ever again.
His hair, which had always been a tangled mess, was now only slightly more manageable, allowing him a bit more control over how it looked.
His scar lay prominently on his forehead, telling everyone who even spared one glance at him who he was. It sickened him a bit knowing what people thought of that night. Where they saw a hero, he only saw a survivor.
It seems like that was all that he'd ever do…
Moving down towards his torso was a nicely developed 4-pack, with little to no body fat due to his exercise and his high metabolism.
Overall, the boy was still slightly disgruntled with how he looked, only liking the white streak and the faint blue of his eyes, while everything else seemed trivial or meaningless.
What is wrong with me?
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After finishing his daily routine, the boy donned his cloak and made his way to the Headmaster's office, staying to the shadows to avoid any early risers. The castle was a lot easier to navigate with the map that Dumbledore had foolishly given him, so he found that he had arrived in only a few minutes.
He gave the gargoyle a mock salute, while whispering, "Ice mice."
The statue gave him a disapproving frown before moving aside, allowing the boy passage to his least favorite place in all of Hogwarts.
After climbing the spiral staircase, the boy simply barged into the office, not even bothering to knock.
"Hellloooo!" he obnoxiously yelled as he burst through the door, slightly startling the ruddy chicken who had no idea of the boy's arrival.
Harry gave the irritated bird a smirk before his eyes drifted to the old man sitting in a golden high back chair behind an old oak desk. He noted that the man's face was slightly more sunken than usual today, but the young elemental couldn't find it in himself to care.
"Good morning Mr. Potter," the man greeted, gesturing towards the chair in front of him.
Harry gave the Headmaster a blank stare before looking back and forth between the chair and the old man.
"Please sit down Mr. Potter," Dumbledore sighed, not wanting to have this conversation with the boy at the moment.
Harry simply rolled his eyes before taking a seat, leaning back in it and putting his feet on the desk. Fawkes gave out an irritated squawk, spreading her red and golden wings in a show of contempt.
"Calm down ya stupid bird!" Harry chided, putting his feet back on the ground.
The whole time, Dumbledore watched the two in silence, seemingly adding the two's hatred for one another into his long list of questions.
"I think that I would like to get this underway before breakfast is over, as I'm sure that you would like to spend your first one with your housemates," Dumbledore started.
Harry gave a snort, clearly conveying how he felt about that idea.
"The first question that I would like to ask is what happened on the night of the Dursley's murder?"
This instantly quieted the boy, as he only expected the man to ask him questions about the past two years, not about them.
Dumbledore noticed the boy's silence, seeing that this was unlike the usual 'feign of ignorance' that always accompanied the boy.
What could this mean?
Several minutes of silence passed between the two, with Harry unwilling to answer the question and Dumbledore unwilling to move on from it.
After a while, the silence began to upset the boy even further, so in order to placate the man, he answered, "The fat son-of-a-bitch that they called their patriarch made enemies with the wrong type of people. It got him killed."
Dumbledore stared at the boy in shock for a moment, as he had grown used to the silence before he asked, "Why do you refer to him in such a way? He was your family?"
The moment that the words escaped his lips, he knew that he had made a grave mistake.
Black Frost sprouted from the boy, coating the entire floor and desk, while dropping the temperature in the room to below 0. Raging winds roared as black, white and an icy blue energy emitted from Harry, whipping around the boy in a strange tornedo-like way.
Fawkes tried to radiate the entire righteous fury of the sun in an attempt to penetrate the oncoming Darkness, but unfortunately, this was not the kind that could be so easily deterred.
This Darkness wasn't evil. It wasn't cruel. It wasn't vile.
It was sad.
In fact, it was so incredibly sorrowful, so dreadfully inconsolable, that even Dumbledore couldn't help but shed a tear at the mere sight of it.
Harry's eyes had glazed over after turning a shade of icy blue that could chill people to their very souls.
Dumbledore noticed that it didn't even seem as though the boy was in control of his actions, but even still, the Black Frost spread.
Seeing that it would soon consume him, Dumbledore chose to unleash all of his power. The man combined his light with his familiar's in order to create one so strong, so full of happiness and joy that it finally got through to the young boy, causing the Black Frost to sink back into its medium and a now emerald/blue-eyed Harry to collapse into his chair.
Neither said anything as the many papers that had been caught in the riptide of magic fell to the ground.
After ten minutes of this, Harry simply got up and left, leaving behind an even more sunken faced Dumbledore.
What have I done?
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Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Why was I so stupid to think that that would actually work! Now he knows that he can control me…
But… now I know how strong he is as well… I won't be crossing him in this lifetime… Not yet anyways.
Harry continued to moodily stomp through the now busy castle, hood raised to keep his face hidden from the world, even though everyone already knew what he looked like. The boy absently fondled his necklace, trying desperately to calm himself.
Just breath. You'll get through this. You always do. You're not just a survivor anymore. You're a hunter.
As the boy continued to placate himself, he didn't notice that he had already arrived at the Great Hall until a rush of laughter and cheers assaulted him.
Holy shi-
Any thoughts of Dumbledore and his past were gone as he stepped into a neon-colored Great Hall. Everywhere and everything was magically turned into a bright green, orange or yellow, while most of the entire hall laughed at the display.
The Slytherin table got the worst of whatever foul prank had been pulled, as their entire table, silver ware and uniforms were all transformed into a disgustingly bright pink.
Two redheads at the Gryffindor table seemed to be causing the most amount of noise, leading Harry, and the other teachers, to suspect that they were involved. Many of them gave the two disapproving frowns, while Snape was especially livid, sending the two a glare that promised a death most painful.
Harry couldn't help but be impressed with the display of magic, as it both got his mind off of his earlier confrontation and kept everyone from noticing his entrance. Maybe he could find a way to thank the two Gryffindors later.
The boy quickly made his way to an empty seat at the end of the table, far away from the many cliques that made up the Slytherin table, unnoticed by everyone.
As soon as Harry took his seat however, he found an enraged Snape force a piece of parchment into his face, which caused a small sigh to escape the boy's lips.
And here the morning was just getting better.
"This is your schedule," the man needlessly explained as Harry grabbed to parchment, giving it a look before setting it aside.
"Why do we have five classes with the Gryffindors? And only one class with Hufflepuff? Shouldn't that be reversed?" Harry asked, only slightly curious.
"It has always been a tradition for Gryffindor and Slytherin to have the most classes together. Although, I can see why some would think it… unwise to do such a thing, I can understand the reasons behind it."
"And you agree with them?"
"No Mr. Potter. But I understand them," Snape finished before dismissing himself and continuing down the table to hand out the rest of the schedules.
Harry took another look at the parchment, memorizing the information the second that it went through his mind.
So I have Charms with the Gryffindors, Transfiguration with Hufflepuff, and Defense with the Gryffindors again every Monday, Wednesday and Friday… and then I have Astronomy with Ravenclaw every Monday and Friday night…
Next is Potions with the Gryffindors, History of Magic with Ravenclaw, and Herbology with the Gryffindors every Tuesday and Thursday.
Apparently, the first flying class will be on Saturday with Gryffindor, and then every other one after that…
What the hell are these people thinking?
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As it could have been suspected, Charms class started off with a fight between the redhead, who Harry now knew to be Ronald, and the Great Ponce himself; Draco.
Apparently, Ronald came from a poorer family than Draco, which was clearly evident due to his hand-me-down robes and his overall disheveled look, and because of this, the idiotic boy decided to punch out the blonde.
Harry didn't even have to have been there to know how that went.
The boy noticed that as soon as he took a seat in the highest part of the amphitheater-like room, the Gryffindors around him gave him odd looks, seemingly fighting a battle in their minds to thank him for punching Malfoy on the train or hate him because he was a Slytherin.
As soon as the bell rung to signal the start of class, a small man who looked a bit like Albert Einstein in his famous photo canceled his Disillusion spell from the top of a stack of books. All of the students gasped in shock, except for Harry, who had already sensed the crazy looking man there.
"Hello class, and good morning! My name is Professor Flitwick," the old man announced in a squeaky voice, "And I am your Charms teacher for the next seven years!"
"Good morning Professor," was the automatic chorus from the students.
Harry had already grown bored and took out his second-year Charms book on theory, instantly blocking out most of the noise from the small teacher, who was going on about what the next year would be like.
Just as Harry was about to finish a paragraph on the Disarming charm, he noticed that the class went completely silent. Out of curiosity, the young boy set his book down and looked up to find everyone staring at him through his hood.
The boy stared at the Professor for only a moment before he went back to his book, already guessing what they were looking at him for.
"Mr. Potter, I asked you a question," Flitwick supplied, not hurt in the slightest at the cold attitude of the boy.
"Could you repeat it?" he lazily replied, wanting to go back to his book, but curious as to why the professor had such a calm look on his face.
"I asked what the incantation and wand movement to the Levitation Charm was, as you seem to not want to pay attention in my class," the Charms teacher repeated, already knowing that the boy knew the charm like the back of his hand.
Harry gave a sigh, and stayed silent for several seconds, which led many of the bigoted Gryffindors and Slytherins to start to chuckle, as they thought that he didn't know the answer.
The boy simply smirked under his hood before pointing his wand at the teacher and whispering, "Wingardium Leviosa."
Everyone gasped in shock as the tiny teacher was lifted two feet into the air, perfectly suspended without any inconsistencies that normally accompanied first year spellwork.
"Well done Mr. Potter! Well done! 20 points to Slytherin for a perfectly executed Levitation Charm!" the Professor squeaked, much to the irritation of Draco and Ron, who were the first to start laughing at him.
Harry simply went back to his book, finishing the paragraph on the Disarming Charm and silently promising to himself to learn and perfect it in the next week before he moved on to the next spell.
Class ended on a high note when Draco tried to levitate Ronald like Harry had Fliwick, only for the idiotic boy to lose control and send himself into the back wall, breaking one of his ribs in the process.
The impact caused Draco to cry out in pain, and to continue crying until his fellow Slytherins led him to the hospital wing.
Today might actually be better than I thought, Harry silently chuckled as he packed his things and headed to his next class.
Throughout the duration of the class, a young girl with blonde hair and icy blue eyes watched the cloaked boy, silently wondering why he had been staring at her on that day, and more importantly, why he was so cold to everyone around him.
Author's Note:
Haha, Draco's an idiot! For some reason I was laughing really hard when I wrote that. I don't know why.
Anybody like my pun in that last sentence? I did.
Anyways, now we get a bit more into the mystery that is Harry and we get to see what 'his' Darkness represents; sorrow and grief.
Now, the reason as to why I chose this route is because I had always wondered why people saw Darkness as an evil. I don't think that the world is as black and white as that. I think that anti-heroes are some of the best out there, and especially if they use their dark powers to do some good.
Just a tad bit of info, I like to do each day of the first week of school, and then skip around the month afterwards with events outside or not solely about lessons. I feel like putting days and days of just school lessons is just boring, and if I find it boring as an author, how would you feel as a reader?
Thanks for reading! It means SO much to me to have so many people read this fic and like it. Like, I almost cringed when I saw the two neutral reviews that I had. I might have a heart attack on my first negative one. This is my baby, and I don't want negative reviews, but I know that I'll get them. *Le Sigh*
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