A/N: O.K. ok, sorry. This chapter is short, it's boring. Sorry! Maybe you'll like it. Hopefully....Well, PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW?! U GUYS ROCK! THANKS FOR REVIEWING SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! AND IM DESPERATE! I HAVE DIFF. WAYS TO GO FROM HERE! U GOTTA HELP ME OUT!
He waited until it was dark. Madam Pomfrey had just checked up on him, making sure he wasn't doing anything stupid. He wouldn't answer her questions and only stared blankly at her as she constantly pleaded. And the voice was talking to him in the back of his head again, 'What have you become Potter?'
He shook off the feeling that he was being watched and slipped out the door without a sound. He could see the castle. He breathed as if smelling something beautiful. He then heard a creak of a door. That was enough to set him off.
He began running faster then he ever ran before. He wouldn't go back. He couldn't. Not now. It was a prision. He had enough of it and even though he had made it clear to himself before he left that all he was do is go to the library, Harry Potter would not be returning to the white bed.
Harry slowed to a walk and panted slightly. He had not run in so long. And a memory ached at him from the back of his mind. What he wouldn't do to play quiditech at a time like this. He shrugged. Maybe he would. All he would have to do is get his firebolt. But he didn't know the password. Well-maybe he would just steal a school's broom. They weren't using them right now anyways.
But Harry turned the corner and entered the library slowly. He walked quietly making hardly any noise at all. As he began pulling books out, he decided to sit down in the corner and glance threw fast.
On his last book, Harry looked in the index of the book, 'Prophecy's and What They Mean.' He was mumbling softly to himself, his ears straining for any sound that was his own.
Then he stopped and pointed a finger at the name.
"The Porphecy of Life. That's it!" he whispered to himself. He quickly flipped to the page and began reading. But he had not started quickly enough because he soon heard voices, angry voices. His eyes widened and he ripped the page out of the book. He heard the voices get closer...
"How could he just disappear?" he recognized this voice. Sirius...he must be with Dumbladore...and probably Remus. 'I'm so dead,' he thought. They walked into the library as Harry slipped to the the far back.
"Lumos," that was Remus's voice. Harry silently cursed. He knew that they would find him. They were too skilled at this sort of thing. He turned his head and he smirked. He was staring at a window. His escape. He knew he could never get there without making enough noise for them to hear. 'Just go. Run. They can't catch you.' And he legs ran before he could stop them. He heard a shout for his name but he wouldn't turn around. He was out the window, down the vines, he had reached the ground and he turned to see Sirius climbing after him. He didn't have much time. He ran. Ran faster then he intended to. His mind was realing.
"Harry-Harry Potter?" it was the voice. Harry stopped dead and whirled around. Sirius was running at him, in his dog form. He would catch up any minute. Why weren't his legs moving? Why was he running at all? The dog suddenly transformed into Sirius Black, still running at him. Harry's eyes widened suddenly realizing he would get caught...He had to go. He wouldn't go back. He wouldn't.
Sirius was suddenly wrestling him to the ground. Harry then felt something pull at the back of his mind. Vernon. This reminded him. The memories suddenly flooded threw his mind, torturing him. The cold nights. No parents. His mind was screaming. He was fighting back. He threw a shocked Sirius off and ran. Ran harder and faster then before.
"HARRY STOP!" Harry was running afraid of what they would say-more afraid that they would want him back-afraid of what Voldermont would do to them. Afraid to accept the truth.
Something was happening to him-he was falling. No-he was still standing. He suddenly grabbed his burning scar. and pulled his hands back quickly. He had felt a liquid-blood. He yelled and Harry Potter's body vanished from thin air.
A/N: See? I can't continue until I know where I'm going. Email me with suggesitons or something.....please? 0:)
He waited until it was dark. Madam Pomfrey had just checked up on him, making sure he wasn't doing anything stupid. He wouldn't answer her questions and only stared blankly at her as she constantly pleaded. And the voice was talking to him in the back of his head again, 'What have you become Potter?'
He shook off the feeling that he was being watched and slipped out the door without a sound. He could see the castle. He breathed as if smelling something beautiful. He then heard a creak of a door. That was enough to set him off.
He began running faster then he ever ran before. He wouldn't go back. He couldn't. Not now. It was a prision. He had enough of it and even though he had made it clear to himself before he left that all he was do is go to the library, Harry Potter would not be returning to the white bed.
Harry slowed to a walk and panted slightly. He had not run in so long. And a memory ached at him from the back of his mind. What he wouldn't do to play quiditech at a time like this. He shrugged. Maybe he would. All he would have to do is get his firebolt. But he didn't know the password. Well-maybe he would just steal a school's broom. They weren't using them right now anyways.
But Harry turned the corner and entered the library slowly. He walked quietly making hardly any noise at all. As he began pulling books out, he decided to sit down in the corner and glance threw fast.
On his last book, Harry looked in the index of the book, 'Prophecy's and What They Mean.' He was mumbling softly to himself, his ears straining for any sound that was his own.
Then he stopped and pointed a finger at the name.
"The Porphecy of Life. That's it!" he whispered to himself. He quickly flipped to the page and began reading. But he had not started quickly enough because he soon heard voices, angry voices. His eyes widened and he ripped the page out of the book. He heard the voices get closer...
"How could he just disappear?" he recognized this voice. Sirius...he must be with Dumbladore...and probably Remus. 'I'm so dead,' he thought. They walked into the library as Harry slipped to the the far back.
"Lumos," that was Remus's voice. Harry silently cursed. He knew that they would find him. They were too skilled at this sort of thing. He turned his head and he smirked. He was staring at a window. His escape. He knew he could never get there without making enough noise for them to hear. 'Just go. Run. They can't catch you.' And he legs ran before he could stop them. He heard a shout for his name but he wouldn't turn around. He was out the window, down the vines, he had reached the ground and he turned to see Sirius climbing after him. He didn't have much time. He ran. Ran faster then he intended to. His mind was realing.
"Harry-Harry Potter?" it was the voice. Harry stopped dead and whirled around. Sirius was running at him, in his dog form. He would catch up any minute. Why weren't his legs moving? Why was he running at all? The dog suddenly transformed into Sirius Black, still running at him. Harry's eyes widened suddenly realizing he would get caught...He had to go. He wouldn't go back. He wouldn't.
Sirius was suddenly wrestling him to the ground. Harry then felt something pull at the back of his mind. Vernon. This reminded him. The memories suddenly flooded threw his mind, torturing him. The cold nights. No parents. His mind was screaming. He was fighting back. He threw a shocked Sirius off and ran. Ran harder and faster then before.
"HARRY STOP!" Harry was running afraid of what they would say-more afraid that they would want him back-afraid of what Voldermont would do to them. Afraid to accept the truth.
Something was happening to him-he was falling. No-he was still standing. He suddenly grabbed his burning scar. and pulled his hands back quickly. He had felt a liquid-blood. He yelled and Harry Potter's body vanished from thin air.
A/N: See? I can't continue until I know where I'm going. Email me with suggesitons or something.....please? 0:)