By Heir of Darkness
He sat in the last compartment of the cherry-red Hogwart Express, bolting at top speed towards Scotland. He rested his head on the wall, vaguely contemplating the blurry greenness, overwhelmed by humid looking dark clouds. Everything's so perfect …
Soft rain drops strained the glass window, and he could feel his insides twitching with anticipation and fear. What would it be like …
He closed his eyes, and opened them again, hoping that it would be gone. But no. It is still there. The same seats, the same heavy atmosphere, the same people. No, not the same people. He was not. He never will be. It's just so scaringly alike …
He remembered, exactly twenty years ago, he sat there, as lonely as he always had been, not wondering why. It was a long accepted fact. The golden age is gone …
As long as he could remember, the word everyone used to describe his kind was "monster". He deserved it. Even if nobody knew, they all seemed to. The children avoided him, the adults sent him away. He just stayed silent. Fighting is useless …
There was a burst of laughter from a near compartment, making him smile bitterly. He too had known a time when all he could think about was pranks and jokes. Children are like that …
He absent-mindedly twitched his wand between his fingers. He once had used this very thing to grow Snape red hair. Or to paint the Dungeons gold. It was Sirius' idea …
Before meeting his two friends, he almost never had talked to anyone. His tries always ended up either in cruel taunting from the others, or in treats of all kind. Where had he gone wrong …
Then, began seven years of blessing, like God had finally deigned to lower his eyes on his miserable creature, recognizing him. Where it all began …
It was in the beginning of his third year, and he sat in the last train compartment, an empty one he had found. Thinking of schoolwork. The weather was rainy, as if Nature itself cried along with him. And he sat alone …
Then a laugh of true happiness rang in his ear, almost making him break down. How dare everybody ignore his loneliness. A tear came to his left eye, but refused to roll out. The door burst open …
He did not bother to look. Anyway it was just two friends, who surely will retreat at once when they'll see him, going to find better company. Hating the world …
"Hi, can we seat there ? Who are you ?" The voice had made him jump. James Potter and Sirius Black. Why did they mind him ? It must be politeness …
At the end of this trip, he had thought that a new era had opened before him. A new life, with friends and purposes. He was at last someone. How wrong was he …
Fate had just found another way to kill him, slowly, painfully. Give him a break, and then a last blow. Is life unfair ?
And today, as the steaming engine made his way to Hogwarts once again, he remembered. Every detail, every raindrop, every thought and every word. Just like an enormous jigsaw puzzle in which the last piece finally came into place. Everything fitted …
The door opened, and this time he looked up. What he saw didn't surprise
him. Today was a ghost from the past, every lies proven right, every fact
proven wrong. Then why not ? In the doorway stood James …
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