Chapter 7: Keep It Copasetic

I spent the first ten years of life under the impression that I wasn't important, and I really believed it for a very long time. Could you believe that? I don't remember having much of a childhood and I accepted that. I was never in denial of what occurred in my life, I kept quiet because I knew no one would believe and also because I thought it was normal. Come to think about I was a very quiet child before I entered Hogwarts. Weird huh, strange how making friends or talking to someone completely changes their whole personality.

When I was younger—before the first of accidental magic—Aunt Petunia would spend at least a half an hour every other day with me teaching me how to properly garden and how to care for special prize winning plants. The first time she won was the first and only time she actually gave me a praise of a job well done. I learned to covet those moments alone with her. It was the only time she would spare me any attention, the only time would actually look at me. Those moments always made me feel like she cared. But I knew she was really paying attention to me. She just wanted to make sure that I did a good job the first time. She would keep a watchful eye on me when I was gardening, she didn't want to me to ruin her precious garden. I was always really careful because she would snap at me for any mistake causing me to make more mistakes and that would never turn out well.

After the "incident" she took me to garden, it about a month later, she never once looked my way. I remember her back being stiff and she had been carrying a lock in her hand. She carried the lock so loosely in her hand, just dangling there from her index finger. She told me that she was going to show me something newin the gardening shed that she bought; a new gardening tool of some sort.

Severus watched Potter who looked at the palm of his hands blankly, he flipped one hand over and with the other he traced the carving. I must not tell lies. After thirty seconds of silence Severus asked the question that running a marathon in his mind, he could feel something bubbling inside him as he asked, "Did she lock you in there?"

Potter looked at him and cracked a smile, "There nothing to be mad about it was a long time ago."

I spent three days in there in the hottest time of summer. At night it was so dark couldn't my hand if it was in front of my face and during the day the cracks of the shed provided little light. It was dusty in there, cold in the mornings and night, the air was musty, the tools at night created creatures only and eight year old could make up in the dark. I cried silently in my solitary confinement, I knew better to make noises by then; I'd hug myself for comfort.

My hunger for those three days grew unbearable; it hurt to the point making me nauseous. The constant grumbles of my hollow stomach kept me awake. Did you know that not eating makes a person very exhausted? The pain and nausea kept me from drifting into sweet oblivion.

On the third day for some reason the heat was much more intense then any other day of that summer.

On the third day I came to the conclusion that I preferred Uncle Vernon's punishments to Aunt Petunia's.

On the third day I realized that one meal a day is better then none at all.

On the third day my family showed me how much they really cared about me.

On the third day I noticed how alone I was.

Aunt Petunia came to me on the third and dragged to kitchen where a glass of water and small bowl of soup awaited me. She watched me eat slowly even though all I wanted to do was stuff myself like Ron did during the opening feast. I will never forget what she told me that day in that impeccably clean kitchen.

Knuckles turned white from the grip Potter had on the sheets. Severus watched the tears slide down his cheeks. What had that woman said to him to make cry today almost a decade later; especially Potter who had although mourned for Sirius Black's death never once cried over him.

"It hurt, it hurt so much. She ruined even the happiest times I had with her venomous words. Those words changed so much about me. How is that words are so much more painful then fists? I think I'd preferred being beaten over and over again then to ever hear those words. If I had been older maybe those words wouldn't have hurt so much, they would have seemed more insignificant then hurtful, right?" Angry, frustrated, and confused green eyes stared into his dark eyes. What could he say to the dying boy? No age wouldn't have made much of difference, it would just make more bearable?

"You know I once heard Mrs. Weasley say that sometimes people say things that they don't actually mean. What kind of shit is that! I admit that I allowed myself to believe in those words but then I remember their eyes and I knew every insult, every jibe, and every single thing they ever said to me they really meant ever word of it. I hated my Aunt, I hated her so much but she was my only mother figure I knew before Mrs. Weasley so I loved her and still do. After all she has done to me I still like her and to some extent love her. What the bloody hell is wrong with me?"


"I'm getting married, she loves me and she's shows it in the most peculiar ways. I found out just today that she was pregnant. I admit that I'm afraid of being a father, but don't get any funny ideas. It doesn't make me a coward or anything! Although it would be just like you snicker behind my back for admitting my fears. It was unexpected so father wants to rush the wedding before anyone realizes that the future heir concepted out of wedlock. How scandalous would that be? She's not mad about having a rushed wedding; she just smiled that weird smile of hers. Her father is ecstatic that her only daughter is marrying, although he did threaten me if I ever mistreated her daughter he'd kill me," he smirked as he gazed at the clear morning sky.

"Granger in a few weeks will become the future Mrs. Krum. Weasley isn't too happy about it, I've been keeping tabs on Weasley by the way and I guess you would be happy to know that he has finally moved on from his infatuation with Granger, can't say I know much about the girl though. I have to go, can't keep her waiting. She may not say anything but I know it would bother her," Draco took a step back from the grave site before he smirked and stared at the tombstone of one Harry Potter. "I haven't told who I am marrying yet have I. It's Luna Lovegood."


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A/N: I had a lot trouble with chapter since it's really hard for me to do first person POV. I feel like its really complicated because it's like you're putting yourself the perspective of the character. How do you that without accidently adding yourself into it. What if I put in a way that only I would react? I don't want to do a self insert or anything. I really hope Harry was in character when I did this please tell if he wasn't IC so I can fix it when I do first person POV. I feel like third person keeps me in a safe distance from accidently doing a self insert. Anyway has anyone noticed anything peculiar about the chapter titles?