My Color: Gray
Ch: 3
By: Riley Cat
Disclaimer: Not mine. Please don't sue
'Ah, silence. The best sound in the world', thought Harry as he watched the scenery fly by. He held a black handkerchief to his bleeding wrist and waited for the train to arrive at Hogwarts. Thanks to a well-placed concealment charm, Harry was left by himself in his quiet compartment. 'Silence is so overrated these days! People really should try being alone with the silence. It works wonders on the mind.'
All to soon the train had arrived at its destination. The hustle and bustle of the students rushing out of their compartments and off into the murky day made Harry grit his teeth and press harder on his open wound. His times of being kept alone by himself, punishment via the Dursley's, over the summer had made Harry appreciate being alone. That way no one would question his motives on who he really was when he let his mask fall.
Slipping out with the last of the students, Harry sat himself in a lone carriage at the end of the procession and gazed out at the other students. Not many of the older students would meet his eye and Harry noticed this with some amusement. 'They have no idea how they are helping me out! My plan on showing the world the real me is already well underway' Harry gazed coldly at the three students who reluctantly joined his carriage. But he still didn't see Ron or Hermione. 'Oh well! Good riddance, seeing how Ron gets jealous every time something happens to me and how Hermione supports him half the time!' So stuck in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice how his carriage mates started to fidget away from the look on his face. So cold and hateful, his eyes a dull green that reflected the silver of the sky.
'If they only knew what my plan is! Ron would hate me and think I've lost my mind while Hermione would tell me to talk it over with the Headmaster' Harry idly stroked his latest wound while he thought. 'I haven't lost my mind, not yet anyway. Rather, I think I might have found it!' Even to Harry's mind, he really didn't understand what he thought. Not anymore, anyway.
The carriage came to a stop and Harry swept meaningfully up the steps of Hogwarts' main entrance and followed a path he knew all to well. Up a few floors, make a few turns and he arrived at where he wanted to be. The stone gargoyle stared at him unflinchingly as Harry started his seek and find for the password to Dumbledore's office. "Berties' Every Flavored Beans? Sugar Quill? Acid Pop? Mars Bars?" The gargoyle sprang aside and admitted Harry into the passageway. Up the stairs Harry flew, until he knocked on the door. "Enter" came Dumbledores voice. The Headmaster's silver eyebrows shot up towards his hair line when a somber Harry Potter walked into his office.
"Hello Harry. How are you?" asked Dumbledore. Harry noted the soft twinkle in the old man's eyes and bared his teeth in what one would say resembled a dog about ready to snap. 'You're pleased to see me now, professor, but will you still be after you hear what I have to tell you?' Harry thought with relish. He had been waiting so long to burst Dumbledore's idiotic view on the Boy-Who-Lived that he couldn't help but snarl softly. "I want to be resorted" came Harry's frosty reply. 'Hah! Bet you weren't expecting that!'
AN: This chapter now starts something of a real plot line. Seeing as to how I have no real plot, I just type and post what I write. Thank you so much to all those fans who have reviewed I really appreciate it! Next chapter Harry is resorted amongst much speculation as to why Harry chose now to do it. Please review and remember, flames excepted! -Ta ta for now!
Ch: 3
By: Riley Cat
Disclaimer: Not mine. Please don't sue
'Ah, silence. The best sound in the world', thought Harry as he watched the scenery fly by. He held a black handkerchief to his bleeding wrist and waited for the train to arrive at Hogwarts. Thanks to a well-placed concealment charm, Harry was left by himself in his quiet compartment. 'Silence is so overrated these days! People really should try being alone with the silence. It works wonders on the mind.'
All to soon the train had arrived at its destination. The hustle and bustle of the students rushing out of their compartments and off into the murky day made Harry grit his teeth and press harder on his open wound. His times of being kept alone by himself, punishment via the Dursley's, over the summer had made Harry appreciate being alone. That way no one would question his motives on who he really was when he let his mask fall.
Slipping out with the last of the students, Harry sat himself in a lone carriage at the end of the procession and gazed out at the other students. Not many of the older students would meet his eye and Harry noticed this with some amusement. 'They have no idea how they are helping me out! My plan on showing the world the real me is already well underway' Harry gazed coldly at the three students who reluctantly joined his carriage. But he still didn't see Ron or Hermione. 'Oh well! Good riddance, seeing how Ron gets jealous every time something happens to me and how Hermione supports him half the time!' So stuck in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice how his carriage mates started to fidget away from the look on his face. So cold and hateful, his eyes a dull green that reflected the silver of the sky.
'If they only knew what my plan is! Ron would hate me and think I've lost my mind while Hermione would tell me to talk it over with the Headmaster' Harry idly stroked his latest wound while he thought. 'I haven't lost my mind, not yet anyway. Rather, I think I might have found it!' Even to Harry's mind, he really didn't understand what he thought. Not anymore, anyway.
The carriage came to a stop and Harry swept meaningfully up the steps of Hogwarts' main entrance and followed a path he knew all to well. Up a few floors, make a few turns and he arrived at where he wanted to be. The stone gargoyle stared at him unflinchingly as Harry started his seek and find for the password to Dumbledore's office. "Berties' Every Flavored Beans? Sugar Quill? Acid Pop? Mars Bars?" The gargoyle sprang aside and admitted Harry into the passageway. Up the stairs Harry flew, until he knocked on the door. "Enter" came Dumbledores voice. The Headmaster's silver eyebrows shot up towards his hair line when a somber Harry Potter walked into his office.
"Hello Harry. How are you?" asked Dumbledore. Harry noted the soft twinkle in the old man's eyes and bared his teeth in what one would say resembled a dog about ready to snap. 'You're pleased to see me now, professor, but will you still be after you hear what I have to tell you?' Harry thought with relish. He had been waiting so long to burst Dumbledore's idiotic view on the Boy-Who-Lived that he couldn't help but snarl softly. "I want to be resorted" came Harry's frosty reply. 'Hah! Bet you weren't expecting that!'
AN: This chapter now starts something of a real plot line. Seeing as to how I have no real plot, I just type and post what I write. Thank you so much to all those fans who have reviewed I really appreciate it! Next chapter Harry is resorted amongst much speculation as to why Harry chose now to do it. Please review and remember, flames excepted! -Ta ta for now!