A/N. Sorry it took awhile to get this part out. I had exams, and Interums so
i had to get my grades up. I had a 1.5 in my science class. On top of
that i have school softball which is really tiring. Now i know that my
story line (the abuse thing) has been used over and over, but i can
almost guarntee that my plot is orginal.
I don't own harry and i never will. But i can kidnap him!!! anyone
want to help??
Alright peoples. Harry's gonna get worse before he gets better. Then the action starts. Possible
this ch. or the next one.
Harry Potter & the Curse of Gryffindor
Ch.3: Depressing Thoughts & Split Personalities
Harry's life proceded to become continually worse over the summer. Uncle Vernon found multiple
chores for him to do during the day and even more reasons to beat him. Meanwhile, every night
Harry had nightmares about the TriWizard Tournament and more. With the exception of one night a
week, Harry was getting zero sleep. On the rare occasion, he was once again dreaming of the damn
door. Harry would be taken back to that mysterious door where it would once again ask him if
he knew who he was yet. The door would than proceed to ask him if he knew who he was. That would
than lead to Harry and the door argueing back and forth and Harry waking up and questioning his
sanity. However, Harry was beginning to think that this dream was real since he kept waking up
to bruises and cuts that he hadn't seen before he had gone to bed the night before. He was
pondering this one morning when he realized with a start, today was July 31st. His birthday.
Now, about a little after the time that Uncle Vernon had found the letter about Sirius's innocence,
Harry had sent Hedwig of to Ron's house for fear of her safety near Uncle Vernon. Ron had
obvesiouly kept her because he never got a letter in reply. Come to think of it, after the letter
of Ron's, no one had written him. No Sirius, Ron, Hermione. No one. Harry was very depressed at
this thought and it added fuel to his nightly nightmares. Now not only were his nightmares about
the TriWizard Tournament, but also new ones about his friends deserting him or worse, him killing
his friends. "Happy Birthday to me." He murmered quietly, condemed to the fact that no one
really cared about him. Harry's thoughts were rapidly becoming more depressed and boardered on
suicidial. 'Whats my purpose for living?' He thought. 'I killed my parents, and Cedric. I'm a
curse on all the wizard and muggle world.' [A/N. Pay attention to this sentance. It plays great
importance later on in the story.]
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Meanwhile, while Harry continued to harrass himself, a room full of people sat in rigid silence,
rapped up in a pan of black water that lay before them. The water was ebony, in an ivory basin,
it sat quietly. Every so often, the water would shudder, as if terrified of someone or
something. Suddenly, a pair of hands clapped sharply and light flooded the room, illuminating
every face. Some held confusion, others held pure terror, while a few held sadness in their
faces. Almost immeaditely after the room lit up, someone stood up.
"What the hell was that?" His voice shook with anger and fear. He had seen some messed up things
in his life but that had just scared the hell out of him. Some people murmured their
agreement.
"That my friends, was young Harry Potter's subconsecious. All of his mind's emotions, they are all
stored their."
"So why was it black and shuddering?"
"Unfortuntly that was what Harry was feeling at the moment."
"WHAT?! We watched a month's worth of blackness. He felt that the whole time??? We have to get
him out of their!!"
More murmurs of agreement.
"As painful as it is to watch, we cannot do anything. It is as the prophesy had described it.."
The man was interrupted as another, more powerful voice picked up.
"The curse of Gryffindor prophesy?? But have you read the whole thing? It is exactly as it says,
a curse. A curse on the boy. We can't do that to him."
"WE MUST!! All will perish unless the boy can save us. It is up to him to save all of us."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A week passed on Privet Drive since Harry's rather disturbing revelation and still no letters
were sent to him. Currently, Harry was in his backyard, gardening in the hot 90 degree heat.
The heat was unexpectedly high, and Vernon Dursley was taking full advantage of it. He and his
family (excluding Harry) had all gone to the beach leaving Harry locked out of his house with
a mountain full of outdoor chores. Harry had long since given up on argueing with his uncle,
knowing full well it only led to a backhand on his face and a few painfully permanent scars.
He had come to figure out that Uncle Vernon didn't care about leaving marks on him anymore and
since most of them were on his back or arms they could easily be explained. They couldn't
be seen on his back and on his arms they could be called suicide attempts. There already were
a few actual suicide marks on Harry's skin, all of which would mysteriously stop bleeding after
a minute or two. Harry had resigned to the fact that only VOldemort could kill him now. He
thought Voldemort would be happy to know that Harry couldn't kill himself. He signed, wiped
a neverending trail of sweat off of his nose and hunched over to the garden, pulling up
clumps of weeds at a time. The sun pounded furiously on his back and he fought the sudden
urge and need to vomit. His head pounded and he briefly wondered if it was Voldemort. Than he
realized that it wasn't his scar but his actual head. He thought about what it could be as he
slumped over onto the flowers and passed out from heat stroke.
~~
Hours ticked by and by sunset all of the Dursley family had returned home after a day of slightly
burnt fun in the sun. Vernon Dursley stepped out of his car and walked around to the back of his
house and practically exploded with anger. There, laying in the middle of Petunia's prized
flower gardens, was that horrible boy asleep. At least that's what it looked like to Vernon.
He stormed over to Harry and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him up and ripping his arm out of
the socket. (Harry's.) That brought Harry round and he gasped in pain.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR AUNT'S PRIZED FLOWERS!!!!" Uncle VErnon's face was blue, he was so
angry. Harry mearly looked at him before his eyes slid out of focus. Vernon dropped the boy.
What had just happened? Suddenly Harry stood up, his eyes now the color of colbalt blue. His
stare was penatrating and pitying.
"Why?"
The single word uttered out of Harry's mouth had Vernon Gaping at his newphew in shock. That
was most definatly not Harry's voice. IT had the distinct air of a man, a nobleman, from the
middle ages.(Time period)
"W-why w-w-wh-at?"
"Why art thou not civil to thou nephew? He is of great importance to his world. He carrys a
great burden for thy. Tis a chivlrous sir to carry such a burden. Tis a noble and wise boy. Thou should wish civilities not hostilities. Thou has'th committed great sins to such a small child. He maybe able to forgive thou sins but thy cannth. Thou will one day have to face his sins, perhaps thou should make atone for them soon, before it is too late."
With that Harry dissapeared, leaving a very shocked Vernon Dursley behind, wondering why he had treated everyone so horribly.
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"Where did he go?"
"He vanished off the monitor a minute ago."
"He is here!!!"
The once crowded room stormed out to meet the boy that held their hopes for the future.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?"
"I am the messenger. I am the warrior. I am the sorcerer. I am not Harry Potter. I am a trinity. No name, no face, no identity. I will live and die for my world, carrying the burden of a universe on my shoulder and never give up. I will survive only to fight my battle, dieing when it is over."
"ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR POWER?"
"I am ready. I will use my gift in the fight against darkness. I will train, and expand my knowledge to prepare for the final battle. I will fight my next battles feriously, but although I may win I know my real battle will be waited upon."
"FIGHT WELL YOUNG ONE. NEVER GIVE UP ON WHO YOU ARE."
Good/Bad?? Would anyone like to beta-read for me??? You'll get to see new parts?? NEWAYS.......... Thanx to all the reviewers from ch.2. I'll combine them all next time with ch3's reviews and make a big thank you spot.
BYE!!!Also, the part where Harry spoke like he was in medival times. Does it sound alright? crappy? can someone help me with it? he talk like that next chapter too. not the whole time but he says something like that. THANX :-)~
i had to get my grades up. I had a 1.5 in my science class. On top of
that i have school softball which is really tiring. Now i know that my
story line (the abuse thing) has been used over and over, but i can
almost guarntee that my plot is orginal.
I don't own harry and i never will. But i can kidnap him!!! anyone
want to help??
Alright peoples. Harry's gonna get worse before he gets better. Then the action starts. Possible
this ch. or the next one.
Harry Potter & the Curse of Gryffindor
Ch.3: Depressing Thoughts & Split Personalities
Harry's life proceded to become continually worse over the summer. Uncle Vernon found multiple
chores for him to do during the day and even more reasons to beat him. Meanwhile, every night
Harry had nightmares about the TriWizard Tournament and more. With the exception of one night a
week, Harry was getting zero sleep. On the rare occasion, he was once again dreaming of the damn
door. Harry would be taken back to that mysterious door where it would once again ask him if
he knew who he was yet. The door would than proceed to ask him if he knew who he was. That would
than lead to Harry and the door argueing back and forth and Harry waking up and questioning his
sanity. However, Harry was beginning to think that this dream was real since he kept waking up
to bruises and cuts that he hadn't seen before he had gone to bed the night before. He was
pondering this one morning when he realized with a start, today was July 31st. His birthday.
Now, about a little after the time that Uncle Vernon had found the letter about Sirius's innocence,
Harry had sent Hedwig of to Ron's house for fear of her safety near Uncle Vernon. Ron had
obvesiouly kept her because he never got a letter in reply. Come to think of it, after the letter
of Ron's, no one had written him. No Sirius, Ron, Hermione. No one. Harry was very depressed at
this thought and it added fuel to his nightly nightmares. Now not only were his nightmares about
the TriWizard Tournament, but also new ones about his friends deserting him or worse, him killing
his friends. "Happy Birthday to me." He murmered quietly, condemed to the fact that no one
really cared about him. Harry's thoughts were rapidly becoming more depressed and boardered on
suicidial. 'Whats my purpose for living?' He thought. 'I killed my parents, and Cedric. I'm a
curse on all the wizard and muggle world.' [A/N. Pay attention to this sentance. It plays great
importance later on in the story.]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile, while Harry continued to harrass himself, a room full of people sat in rigid silence,
rapped up in a pan of black water that lay before them. The water was ebony, in an ivory basin,
it sat quietly. Every so often, the water would shudder, as if terrified of someone or
something. Suddenly, a pair of hands clapped sharply and light flooded the room, illuminating
every face. Some held confusion, others held pure terror, while a few held sadness in their
faces. Almost immeaditely after the room lit up, someone stood up.
"What the hell was that?" His voice shook with anger and fear. He had seen some messed up things
in his life but that had just scared the hell out of him. Some people murmured their
agreement.
"That my friends, was young Harry Potter's subconsecious. All of his mind's emotions, they are all
stored their."
"So why was it black and shuddering?"
"Unfortuntly that was what Harry was feeling at the moment."
"WHAT?! We watched a month's worth of blackness. He felt that the whole time??? We have to get
him out of their!!"
More murmurs of agreement.
"As painful as it is to watch, we cannot do anything. It is as the prophesy had described it.."
The man was interrupted as another, more powerful voice picked up.
"The curse of Gryffindor prophesy?? But have you read the whole thing? It is exactly as it says,
a curse. A curse on the boy. We can't do that to him."
"WE MUST!! All will perish unless the boy can save us. It is up to him to save all of us."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A week passed on Privet Drive since Harry's rather disturbing revelation and still no letters
were sent to him. Currently, Harry was in his backyard, gardening in the hot 90 degree heat.
The heat was unexpectedly high, and Vernon Dursley was taking full advantage of it. He and his
family (excluding Harry) had all gone to the beach leaving Harry locked out of his house with
a mountain full of outdoor chores. Harry had long since given up on argueing with his uncle,
knowing full well it only led to a backhand on his face and a few painfully permanent scars.
He had come to figure out that Uncle Vernon didn't care about leaving marks on him anymore and
since most of them were on his back or arms they could easily be explained. They couldn't
be seen on his back and on his arms they could be called suicide attempts. There already were
a few actual suicide marks on Harry's skin, all of which would mysteriously stop bleeding after
a minute or two. Harry had resigned to the fact that only VOldemort could kill him now. He
thought Voldemort would be happy to know that Harry couldn't kill himself. He signed, wiped
a neverending trail of sweat off of his nose and hunched over to the garden, pulling up
clumps of weeds at a time. The sun pounded furiously on his back and he fought the sudden
urge and need to vomit. His head pounded and he briefly wondered if it was Voldemort. Than he
realized that it wasn't his scar but his actual head. He thought about what it could be as he
slumped over onto the flowers and passed out from heat stroke.
~~
Hours ticked by and by sunset all of the Dursley family had returned home after a day of slightly
burnt fun in the sun. Vernon Dursley stepped out of his car and walked around to the back of his
house and practically exploded with anger. There, laying in the middle of Petunia's prized
flower gardens, was that horrible boy asleep. At least that's what it looked like to Vernon.
He stormed over to Harry and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him up and ripping his arm out of
the socket. (Harry's.) That brought Harry round and he gasped in pain.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR AUNT'S PRIZED FLOWERS!!!!" Uncle VErnon's face was blue, he was so
angry. Harry mearly looked at him before his eyes slid out of focus. Vernon dropped the boy.
What had just happened? Suddenly Harry stood up, his eyes now the color of colbalt blue. His
stare was penatrating and pitying.
"Why?"
The single word uttered out of Harry's mouth had Vernon Gaping at his newphew in shock. That
was most definatly not Harry's voice. IT had the distinct air of a man, a nobleman, from the
middle ages.(Time period)
"W-why w-w-wh-at?"
"Why art thou not civil to thou nephew? He is of great importance to his world. He carrys a
great burden for thy. Tis a chivlrous sir to carry such a burden. Tis a noble and wise boy. Thou should wish civilities not hostilities. Thou has'th committed great sins to such a small child. He maybe able to forgive thou sins but thy cannth. Thou will one day have to face his sins, perhaps thou should make atone for them soon, before it is too late."
With that Harry dissapeared, leaving a very shocked Vernon Dursley behind, wondering why he had treated everyone so horribly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Where did he go?"
"He vanished off the monitor a minute ago."
"He is here!!!"
The once crowded room stormed out to meet the boy that held their hopes for the future.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?"
"I am the messenger. I am the warrior. I am the sorcerer. I am not Harry Potter. I am a trinity. No name, no face, no identity. I will live and die for my world, carrying the burden of a universe on my shoulder and never give up. I will survive only to fight my battle, dieing when it is over."
"ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR POWER?"
"I am ready. I will use my gift in the fight against darkness. I will train, and expand my knowledge to prepare for the final battle. I will fight my next battles feriously, but although I may win I know my real battle will be waited upon."
"FIGHT WELL YOUNG ONE. NEVER GIVE UP ON WHO YOU ARE."
Good/Bad?? Would anyone like to beta-read for me??? You'll get to see new parts?? NEWAYS.......... Thanx to all the reviewers from ch.2. I'll combine them all next time with ch3's reviews and make a big thank you spot.
BYE!!!Also, the part where Harry spoke like he was in medival times. Does it sound alright? crappy? can someone help me with it? he talk like that next chapter too. not the whole time but he says something like that. THANX :-)~