My Color: Gray
Ch: 1
By: Riley Cat
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are still not mine.
September 1st dawned hot and murky. Finally the day Harry had been waiting for, the day he was going to go back to his heaven. The only place he was free of the Dursley's. "This year everything will change."
Harry rose from his tiny bed and dragged his school trunk to the bottom of the stairs and waited. Adjusting his baggy cloths to hide the marks on his wrist, Harry thought over his plan in his mind. No one really liked him for being himself and he was so tired of trying to pretend to be what he wasn't. If it wasn't for the fact that Harry had managed to trick the Sorting Hat than he would be in his rightful house: Slytherin.
'First thing I'll do is demand to be resorted. After all the crap they make me go through, I have a right to at least this one request.' Harry slowly rubbed the pink scar on his wrist. It was still shiny and pink from last night. Harry could still feel the cold blade slicing through his wrist as hot, copper colored blood seeped from his open wound. The memory made him shiver in delight. And yet, no one knew his secret.
"BOY!" shouted Vernon from the second story. "Are you ready to leave for your freak of a school?" Several loud thumps could be heard as Vernon Dursley thundered down the stairs, closely followed by Harry's whale of a cousin Duddly. Harry fixed them both his deadest, coldest stare and refused to answer. The two Dursleys shivered under that stare but refused to show their fear. After all, why should they be afraid of a human punching bag? It wasn't like he could do any magic. What harm could the weak little freak do? That one stare said it all: plenty.
"Well?" asked Vernon, his voice wobbling just a little. Harry narrowed his eyes and said in that quiet voice that could rival Voldemort himself, "No uncle, I decided to sit here on my trunk and wait for the tooth fairy to arrive and whisk me away! What in the hell do you think?" Harry watched detached as his uncle strode over to him and slapped him across the face. "Don't ever talk like that to me again, do you understand me boy?" Duddly watched the exchange with a smirk on his face. Until Harry's next words wiped it off his face.
"If you ever hit me again, Uncle, I will forget my summer rules and kill everyone of you in the most painful way I can think of. Are we understood?" Harry fixed his broken gaze on his uncles suddenly pale face. "Did you just threaten me, boy?" Harry stared at his uncle and slowly rose from his seat, accenting his next words. "I'm not threatening you Uncle. That was a promise." With a small smirk that would have done the Malfoys' proud, he opened the door and dragged his trunk to the car. 'Phase one complete. Say hello to the new me!' Harry couldn't wait to get to the train.
AN: I know this isn't like the first chapter and I have no real plot for this story but I still hope some one likes it! This might end up as a slash fic, I'm still not sure but I do know Harry will continue with his self- mutilation. Remember to read and review, flames welcome! Ta-ta!
Ch: 1
By: Riley Cat
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are still not mine.
September 1st dawned hot and murky. Finally the day Harry had been waiting for, the day he was going to go back to his heaven. The only place he was free of the Dursley's. "This year everything will change."
Harry rose from his tiny bed and dragged his school trunk to the bottom of the stairs and waited. Adjusting his baggy cloths to hide the marks on his wrist, Harry thought over his plan in his mind. No one really liked him for being himself and he was so tired of trying to pretend to be what he wasn't. If it wasn't for the fact that Harry had managed to trick the Sorting Hat than he would be in his rightful house: Slytherin.
'First thing I'll do is demand to be resorted. After all the crap they make me go through, I have a right to at least this one request.' Harry slowly rubbed the pink scar on his wrist. It was still shiny and pink from last night. Harry could still feel the cold blade slicing through his wrist as hot, copper colored blood seeped from his open wound. The memory made him shiver in delight. And yet, no one knew his secret.
"BOY!" shouted Vernon from the second story. "Are you ready to leave for your freak of a school?" Several loud thumps could be heard as Vernon Dursley thundered down the stairs, closely followed by Harry's whale of a cousin Duddly. Harry fixed them both his deadest, coldest stare and refused to answer. The two Dursleys shivered under that stare but refused to show their fear. After all, why should they be afraid of a human punching bag? It wasn't like he could do any magic. What harm could the weak little freak do? That one stare said it all: plenty.
"Well?" asked Vernon, his voice wobbling just a little. Harry narrowed his eyes and said in that quiet voice that could rival Voldemort himself, "No uncle, I decided to sit here on my trunk and wait for the tooth fairy to arrive and whisk me away! What in the hell do you think?" Harry watched detached as his uncle strode over to him and slapped him across the face. "Don't ever talk like that to me again, do you understand me boy?" Duddly watched the exchange with a smirk on his face. Until Harry's next words wiped it off his face.
"If you ever hit me again, Uncle, I will forget my summer rules and kill everyone of you in the most painful way I can think of. Are we understood?" Harry fixed his broken gaze on his uncles suddenly pale face. "Did you just threaten me, boy?" Harry stared at his uncle and slowly rose from his seat, accenting his next words. "I'm not threatening you Uncle. That was a promise." With a small smirk that would have done the Malfoys' proud, he opened the door and dragged his trunk to the car. 'Phase one complete. Say hello to the new me!' Harry couldn't wait to get to the train.
AN: I know this isn't like the first chapter and I have no real plot for this story but I still hope some one likes it! This might end up as a slash fic, I'm still not sure but I do know Harry will continue with his self- mutilation. Remember to read and review, flames welcome! Ta-ta!