Broken Inside
Chapter 6: Flooding Lies
Everything here is not mine except the plot.
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Harry's vision had total new scenery, not his bedroom, but some sort of graveyard, the one he was sent to on the 3rd task. Pitch back, Harry could feel the cold temperature, sending shivers though out his skinny body. Suddenly, three ghostly figures appeared Lily and James Potter and Cedric Diggory.
"Mum.Dad.Cedric?" Harry whispered softly, tying to reached them, but every time he stretches they back up. So does Cedric.
His mother spoke first, "I call you my son.my baby son.NO way! My son wouldn't kill a innocent boy with a incredible future that was ahead of him, he wouldn't kill his own mother and father." Just those two statements tore Harry apart. He can feel the burning in his eyes.
Remember 14 and almost 15 years old DON"T cry. What would Ron say if he saw me cry. He'll see me as a total wimp! Why do I even care? Our friendship is down the toilet, those two just don't understand. And my own mother is.accusing him of kill her and his dad. Not to mention Cedric, well he I did kill him.I told him to touch the cup. Harry thought.
His mother was still rattling words, in Harry's mind. "You did this and that!" More and more mistakes and wishing she'd never have giving birth to him.
Is that what you want mother.that is also what I want.Why should I still living? I just kill everybody that is dear to me and even kills random people. Harry thought with dark facial expression, while the ghostly figure of his father came up. He really looked like him, except his eyes. His father's eyes were crystal blue.
James Potter drifted towards Harry till he was nose to nose to him. "You are no Potter! More like a Malfoy! A filthy Malfoy!" he growled in a bitter voice, "MY son would have been brave, loyal, polite," Then at this part of his sentence his voice came in a jolly, "An awesome prankster, best in Hogwarts!" Then suddenly his face came back to the expression as he started his ranting, and backed off. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Lily Potter's waist, and trying to calm her down.
Cedric then came up, but before he can say anything, Harry spoke.
"Cedric, I know this is my fault that you are now dead. All of because of me. I deserve to die with a guilty soul. I told you to take the bloody cup with me," Harry said with his bottom lip trembling violently.
"It is your fault!" Cedric spoke with a fierce voice, with his right index finger pointing at him, "You should die with a guilty soul, you deserve it!"
After than a vibrant green light flashed and Harry woke up in his "bed". His face was cover with sweat, his left hand was clutching his lighting bolt scar. His head still throbbed with pain, and his insides were feeling guilty, empty, and depressed. His skinny body was shaking very violently when he heard a sudden sound, and while it's dead quiet he just shuddered.
I deserve to be like this.I wish this can all end.death.that's the answers.death can wash a the memories away.mom and dad were right I did kill them.I won't be at heaven where they are.Hell that is where I'm gonna be.waiting for Voldermort, thought Harry.
*** I am so sorry! Seriously! I've been so busy with tests.aeg..fractions aren't my thing! Christmas shopping, Christmas, my new cousin! Parties.I know I'm suppose to write instead of going to parties. Like on my last chapter, I completely can keep promises like these. I'll start on the next chapter right now.who knows when it's gonna be finished. (
Chapter 6: Flooding Lies
Everything here is not mine except the plot.
***
Harry's vision had total new scenery, not his bedroom, but some sort of graveyard, the one he was sent to on the 3rd task. Pitch back, Harry could feel the cold temperature, sending shivers though out his skinny body. Suddenly, three ghostly figures appeared Lily and James Potter and Cedric Diggory.
"Mum.Dad.Cedric?" Harry whispered softly, tying to reached them, but every time he stretches they back up. So does Cedric.
His mother spoke first, "I call you my son.my baby son.NO way! My son wouldn't kill a innocent boy with a incredible future that was ahead of him, he wouldn't kill his own mother and father." Just those two statements tore Harry apart. He can feel the burning in his eyes.
Remember 14 and almost 15 years old DON"T cry. What would Ron say if he saw me cry. He'll see me as a total wimp! Why do I even care? Our friendship is down the toilet, those two just don't understand. And my own mother is.accusing him of kill her and his dad. Not to mention Cedric, well he I did kill him.I told him to touch the cup. Harry thought.
His mother was still rattling words, in Harry's mind. "You did this and that!" More and more mistakes and wishing she'd never have giving birth to him.
Is that what you want mother.that is also what I want.Why should I still living? I just kill everybody that is dear to me and even kills random people. Harry thought with dark facial expression, while the ghostly figure of his father came up. He really looked like him, except his eyes. His father's eyes were crystal blue.
James Potter drifted towards Harry till he was nose to nose to him. "You are no Potter! More like a Malfoy! A filthy Malfoy!" he growled in a bitter voice, "MY son would have been brave, loyal, polite," Then at this part of his sentence his voice came in a jolly, "An awesome prankster, best in Hogwarts!" Then suddenly his face came back to the expression as he started his ranting, and backed off. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Lily Potter's waist, and trying to calm her down.
Cedric then came up, but before he can say anything, Harry spoke.
"Cedric, I know this is my fault that you are now dead. All of because of me. I deserve to die with a guilty soul. I told you to take the bloody cup with me," Harry said with his bottom lip trembling violently.
"It is your fault!" Cedric spoke with a fierce voice, with his right index finger pointing at him, "You should die with a guilty soul, you deserve it!"
After than a vibrant green light flashed and Harry woke up in his "bed". His face was cover with sweat, his left hand was clutching his lighting bolt scar. His head still throbbed with pain, and his insides were feeling guilty, empty, and depressed. His skinny body was shaking very violently when he heard a sudden sound, and while it's dead quiet he just shuddered.
I deserve to be like this.I wish this can all end.death.that's the answers.death can wash a the memories away.mom and dad were right I did kill them.I won't be at heaven where they are.Hell that is where I'm gonna be.waiting for Voldermort, thought Harry.
*** I am so sorry! Seriously! I've been so busy with tests.aeg..fractions aren't my thing! Christmas shopping, Christmas, my new cousin! Parties.I know I'm suppose to write instead of going to parties. Like on my last chapter, I completely can keep promises like these. I'll start on the next chapter right now.who knows when it's gonna be finished. (