Thinking and knowing something is going to happen are two completely different things, which is why when Harry found out that he was to die at the hands of the dark lord in the upcoming war he was livid. AKA Harry finds out that he is supposed to die for the wizarding world and he isn't having it, leaves, and then meets the creepypastas.
Notes:In which Harry finds out that I sucks at notes so just enjoy
TW for abuse, and possible swearing.
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Chapter 1: The Decision. (Prologue)
Thinking and knowing something is going to happen are two completely different things, which is why when Harry found out that he was to die at the hands of the dark lord in the upcoming war he was livid, of course, he has had suspicions about what Dumbledore planned for him to do but to have it confirmed not even 10 minutes after his godfather's death was just plain messed. He had tried to tell the headmaster that he wasn't ready to talk about anything important but the old fool wouldn't listen and just proceeded to tamper with Harry's already short temper until he ended up blowing the headmaster's tacky office up. He had apologised vehemently once he wasn't as annoyed but all the headmaster did was wave his wand a few times and fixed everything then he ushered the 15-year-old back up to bed.
-JTK/HP- Time skip brought to you by Dumbledore's white pubes: THE NEXT DAY -JTK/HP–-
Despite not getting any sleep the night before Harry was as energised as ever.
While lying in his bed In the fifth year boys dormitory he had an epiphany, the only thing that Dumbledore could control was his education and at the moment he didn't even know if he would live long enough to graduate let alone to get to his sixth year. Voldemort was at his peak once everyone had found out that he was resurrected in the battle in the ministry, he was attacking left and right, muggles, children, witches, and wizards you name it.
The dark lord wouldn't stop attacking everything and everyone, Harry was terrified, dreading the day when he would hear Remus' name or Fred and Georges names over the radio like a squirrel dreads meeting a dog, while he was filled with even more trepidation about his own oncoming fate.
He didn't want to die, not as young as he was at least, but it looked like he had no choice because apparently when you're the 'Boy-Who-Lived' you can't have simple dreams like getting married or having kids, No.
your whole life is planned for you, you're going to fight a madman that has over 70 years of knowledge when you're 11-15 then you're expected to take said madman down when not even fully trained Aurors can and then you have to marry a witch, not a wizard! Have 2-4 kids, become an Auror like your idiot father who by the way you had never met but you were expected to be just like him because you look like him except for your eyes because you have your mother's eyes,
yet nobody seems to know her so you don't know anything about your mom except for that she has your eyes and red hair, OH! also you have to marry a girl with red hair like your mom because "All Potter's married redheads" when in reality it was only your father that married one seeing as your grandmother had blonde hair. Well Harry wasn't taking their crap, not anymore.
First of all while, Harry didn't mind the female gender at times, he much preferred blokes over the other specimen of people. Second of all, Harry was 15, this should need no further explanation but for the order of flaming chickens it did, they apparently couldn't make up their mind on what he was. One moment he's too young to be let into meetings where they're talking about a madman who is trying to kill HIM specifically, and the next moment he's expected to kill a man who has over 70+ years of experience with not only magic but life as well, Harry is a 15-year-old boy who recently got thrown into the magical world at the ripe age of eleven and he's expected to have empathy and compassion when he was raised without both of those and zero love from his dead mother's sister and her whale of a husband. But no despite thinking he could finally be free from his relatives and their abusive tendencies 'that's putting it lightly' Harry thought staring at his red bed curtains which were quite similar in colour to blood he realised tilting his head curiously at the object for a few minutes before starting to get ready for the day.
Notes:
This chapter was short because it was the prologue, i will definetly try to make the following chapter longer and better! Hope you enjoyed regardless through!
