My Color: Gray
Ch: 2
By: Riley Cat
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, the characters are not mine. If they were I would be rich and not working for only minimum wage.
After a long car ride full of tension and fear filled glances at a quite Harry Potter, the mismatched trio finally arrived at Kings Cross Station. The car came to a stop in front of the station doors as Harry unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the passenger side door. The path was full of muggles and wizards alike as they all rushed to and thro in a rush. 'Life is full of rushing' thought Harry as he gazed around. 'Doesn't anyone realize that the best plans in life are slowly thought out?'
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw his uncle move to get out of the car. With a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk he murmured, "Are you going to try to help me, Uncle? Don't worry I'll be perfectly fine on my own. After all, I wouldn't want to have a heart attack because then I wouldn't have the pleasure of killing you on my own, now would I?" Harry gave a huge pull and a moment later his trunk popped out of the car along with Hedwigs' cage. The poor starved bird gave a disgruntled squawk at the rough treatment. "Sorry old girl. You'll be free in a few moments".
Harry turned and found a very pale and shaking Vernon Dursley staring at him like he had grown a third head. "Something wrong, Uncle?" Harry's voice alone was enough to make the hardest man quake in fear. It was a voice full of pain, violence, death, and most of all, empty of any and all emotion. It was a voice so cold that it stopped the heart and froze the blood in the veins. Vernon had never heard the boy sound like that before and it scared him. "Y-you lie, boy! Y-y-you w-wouldn't dare kill me!" "Why? Why do you think that? The only thing you have done for me is treated me like dirt my whole life because of what I am! That alone is enough for me to want you dead!"
Before Vernon could say anything else, Harry had turned and walked away without looking back. 'I will never look back again. No matter what happens, I will not look back on what I can not control.' Harry weaved in and out of the crowds of people and arrived at the barrier of 9 ¾. 'What does looking back accomplish? Nothing except pain and more pain! If I looked back at everything the Dursleys' had done to me than they would really be dead!' He crossed the barrier and a moment later was staring at the Hogwarts Express steam engine. The few witches and wizards that had arrived early waved at Harry as he passed but he gave no notice and kept on walking.
'Why should I wave to any of you? You'll all just turn your backs on me when I screw up again anyway. I don't need any of you with your fake smiles and dumb charades!' These thoughts followed Harry as he chose a lone compartment at the back of the train. He sat all alone and slowly rubbed the new scar on his wrist as he gazed out of the window, deep in thought. 'Don't any of them realize how much their pathetic lives are going to change? No longer am I their savior or watcher! I am now their hunter and they are my prey. Voldemort won't even know what hit him after I'm through with him. Then I can finally die.'
Harry tired of his thoughts and pulled a thin razor blade from his pants pocket and slowly raised the sleeve of Duddly's old shirt. The skin on the inside of his wrist was filled with small scars, proof of what he did to himself night after night while he stared at his ceiling all alone. Alone, all by himself. "Always alone." Harry dragged the blade across his wrist and watched in cruel fascination as hot red blood flowed from his open wound. Just like his heart was an open wound, bleeding away all that he used to be.
AN: Now I really don't think this chapter was like the other two! I think that this will definitely be a slash fic and the people that I feel Harry would be great with is Snape or Malfoy but who to pick? Anyways, I thank everyone who reviewed and I love all the great things you say about my fic! I hope you like this chapter as much as the others! Ta-ta then!
Ch: 2
By: Riley Cat
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, the characters are not mine. If they were I would be rich and not working for only minimum wage.
After a long car ride full of tension and fear filled glances at a quite Harry Potter, the mismatched trio finally arrived at Kings Cross Station. The car came to a stop in front of the station doors as Harry unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the passenger side door. The path was full of muggles and wizards alike as they all rushed to and thro in a rush. 'Life is full of rushing' thought Harry as he gazed around. 'Doesn't anyone realize that the best plans in life are slowly thought out?'
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw his uncle move to get out of the car. With a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk he murmured, "Are you going to try to help me, Uncle? Don't worry I'll be perfectly fine on my own. After all, I wouldn't want to have a heart attack because then I wouldn't have the pleasure of killing you on my own, now would I?" Harry gave a huge pull and a moment later his trunk popped out of the car along with Hedwigs' cage. The poor starved bird gave a disgruntled squawk at the rough treatment. "Sorry old girl. You'll be free in a few moments".
Harry turned and found a very pale and shaking Vernon Dursley staring at him like he had grown a third head. "Something wrong, Uncle?" Harry's voice alone was enough to make the hardest man quake in fear. It was a voice full of pain, violence, death, and most of all, empty of any and all emotion. It was a voice so cold that it stopped the heart and froze the blood in the veins. Vernon had never heard the boy sound like that before and it scared him. "Y-you lie, boy! Y-y-you w-wouldn't dare kill me!" "Why? Why do you think that? The only thing you have done for me is treated me like dirt my whole life because of what I am! That alone is enough for me to want you dead!"
Before Vernon could say anything else, Harry had turned and walked away without looking back. 'I will never look back again. No matter what happens, I will not look back on what I can not control.' Harry weaved in and out of the crowds of people and arrived at the barrier of 9 ¾. 'What does looking back accomplish? Nothing except pain and more pain! If I looked back at everything the Dursleys' had done to me than they would really be dead!' He crossed the barrier and a moment later was staring at the Hogwarts Express steam engine. The few witches and wizards that had arrived early waved at Harry as he passed but he gave no notice and kept on walking.
'Why should I wave to any of you? You'll all just turn your backs on me when I screw up again anyway. I don't need any of you with your fake smiles and dumb charades!' These thoughts followed Harry as he chose a lone compartment at the back of the train. He sat all alone and slowly rubbed the new scar on his wrist as he gazed out of the window, deep in thought. 'Don't any of them realize how much their pathetic lives are going to change? No longer am I their savior or watcher! I am now their hunter and they are my prey. Voldemort won't even know what hit him after I'm through with him. Then I can finally die.'
Harry tired of his thoughts and pulled a thin razor blade from his pants pocket and slowly raised the sleeve of Duddly's old shirt. The skin on the inside of his wrist was filled with small scars, proof of what he did to himself night after night while he stared at his ceiling all alone. Alone, all by himself. "Always alone." Harry dragged the blade across his wrist and watched in cruel fascination as hot red blood flowed from his open wound. Just like his heart was an open wound, bleeding away all that he used to be.
AN: Now I really don't think this chapter was like the other two! I think that this will definitely be a slash fic and the people that I feel Harry would be great with is Snape or Malfoy but who to pick? Anyways, I thank everyone who reviewed and I love all the great things you say about my fic! I hope you like this chapter as much as the others! Ta-ta then!