A/N: Well this is my first fic, I honestly don't know what to expect of it.
It's just a little project that will probably end up being slash. You know
men/men so if you are a homophobe stay clear. Thanks. Oh and reviews would
be much appreciated, flames will be welcome if they are for help, others
will be used to roast marshmallows. Well bye see you later and enjoy! ^-^*
P.S- I should probably mention that I am in serious need of a Beta so if
u're interested please email me, spacegirl131@hotmail.com.
Disclaimer: The characters and world of Harry Potter unfortunately does not belong to me. It belongs to the beautiful and Talented Ms. Rowling. The situations and characters you haven't heard of however belong to me.
It was summer once again and unlike other kids Harry Potter found himself dreading it every year. But then again Harry had never been a normal kid and he would never be one not even by wizarding standards. That's right Harry was a wizard, not that he didn't like being a wizard but the fact that he was the boy who lived had already caused others much pain. 'Maybe it would have been better if I had died that night they would all be able to live a happy life, Ron wouldn't be overlooked, and Sirius wouldn't have had to pass all those years in Azkaban and my parents would still be alive, hell it would even make the Dursely's happy. Maybe then Cedric would have lived and he would be with his parents.' Harry mused as he was on his way once again to that dreaded house on Privet Drive #4. He was once again forced to live with his godforsaken relatives and that was not the best thing for him this summer. For Harry had just returned from a terrible ordeal at his fourth year at Hogwarts {A/ N: you all know what happened and if you don't I'm sorry read the books} and although he tried to reassure himself that what would come, would come he couldn't bring himself to believe it.
Especially when the wizarding world was once again in direct threat of Voldemort because of him, but strangely enough that wasn't what was making him feel guilty it was the fact that he was the main reason that another human being had lost their life due to the fact that he was the Boy who lived. He found himself wishing harder than ever that he were a normal boy in the wizarding world, when he heard the shrilly voice of his aunt Petunia he was forced to face the reality that would be his summer.
"Boy get your trunk down and after that stay in your room we need to talk understood," barked his uncle Vernon gruffly.
"Yes Uncle Vernon" responded Harry a bit detachedly.
Mechanically Harry took out his trunk from the backside of the car and along with Hedwig went upstairs when he realized that the Dursely's hadn't said a thing about his books or materials from his 'freak school'.
'Either they're still scared from last summer or they're too angry to remember' Harry personally hoped for the aforementioned.
A couple of hours after he was settled in his so-called room Harry heard a knock on his door, it was Uncle Vernon and he wasn't exactly looking happy . "Before you got here boy we got a letter form that freak school of yours you are not allowed under any circumstances to leave the house is that clear!?" barked out Vernon.
"Yes Uncle Vernon"
"And for keeping you in this summer after that horrible fiasco of last summer you are expected to do all the housework and the cooking if its not done by the time I'm home you will very sorry indeed." He said with maliciousness in his voice and not even waiting for a response he left the room. Harry turned around and looked at Hedwig.
"Some summer we're in for Hedwig"
And so Harry began the worst summer he had ever spent in the company of the Dursely's and they were only too glad to make it all the worse for him. But as he often remembered himself 'I deserve this and worst for killing Cedric'. So every letter that came his way was answered in short syllables and with enough reassurances to is godfather that he was indeed alive and breathing. That however was not enough, as he soon became an empty shell of the smiling boy he had once been. But no longer could he remain a boy with all that he had seen. His nights were restless plagued by Voldemort and nightmares. Harry was walking a very thin line between living and just existing but he planned to solve that soon enough.
It was the middle of the night and he could hear the Dursely's snoring in their sleep. He had made sure that Hedwig was out that very night delivering a letter to Sirius so she would be out for a very long time, since Sirius was still far away laying low at Lupin's place. It had taken him a long time to get her to leave but in the end she gave in. Hopefully it would be quite some time before they found him. He continued gazing at the moon, it was full today and that only meant one thing Padfoot and Moony were out once again. "At least something in the world is right tonight" he said out loud almost managing to scare himself at the raspy sound that came out his mouth. 'Well I guess that's what happens when you don't have water for some time' he mused. He grabbed the penknife Sirius had given him last Christmas.
He walked towards his closet and looked himself in the mirror, the penknife was in his left hand giving his right wrist feathery touches and then all he saw was red. It covered his entire arm but it still wasn't deep enough and he knew it, he slashed again, this time deeper and he saw black. 'I finally managed what Voldie couldn't. what an idiot he should've slashed my wrist and gotten it over with. Well here I come mom, dad.'
There was something wrong he just couldn't put his finger on it, or more like paw. Instead he kept on prowling through the dark forest, Remy was bound to be somewhere around here. 'Where in the bloody hell is Remus, I know I saw him around here. When I find that prat he will most definitely go back to that infernal shack, I really need to talk to the Headmaster something really is off'
But before he could continue that train of thought he was attacked from behind by a human sized mass of fur. Yep, he had most definitely found Remy. They tumbled around in the ground for a while, but when Remus saw he wouldn't fight back he whined and shoved the other around with his nose. Without a sound he ran back in the direction of the shack, Remus bewildered by the other's actions followed as well.
Once they reached the shack, he transformed back much to the confusion of the werewolf in front of him.
"I'm sorry Remus but I really need to go speak to Albus." he said. Remus looked at him with a knowing look in his eyes that even in his werewolf form he could recognize. So he answered the unspoken question with a sigh.
"I feel something is wrong so I need to get back to Albus, I'm sorry I know I promised all night but this is really bothering." he was cut short of his rambling when Remus jumped on him, his eyes full of warmth just for him, practically saying 'does it look like I need an explanation'. Taking his cue he got up and with a last scratch behind the ear he departed towards Hogwarts.
With fast and powerful strides he entered the castle and almost in 10 minutes flat reached the Headmasters office, only to find a grave looking Albus Dumbledore behind the desk, looking the full 150 years he was. "Severus, I have been waiting for you it appears we have a problem"
Fooled you didn't I, you though this was Sirius admit it you know you did, lol. Well sorry for the Cliffie if you want more please leave reviews. C ya, beba
Disclaimer: The characters and world of Harry Potter unfortunately does not belong to me. It belongs to the beautiful and Talented Ms. Rowling. The situations and characters you haven't heard of however belong to me.
It was summer once again and unlike other kids Harry Potter found himself dreading it every year. But then again Harry had never been a normal kid and he would never be one not even by wizarding standards. That's right Harry was a wizard, not that he didn't like being a wizard but the fact that he was the boy who lived had already caused others much pain. 'Maybe it would have been better if I had died that night they would all be able to live a happy life, Ron wouldn't be overlooked, and Sirius wouldn't have had to pass all those years in Azkaban and my parents would still be alive, hell it would even make the Dursely's happy. Maybe then Cedric would have lived and he would be with his parents.' Harry mused as he was on his way once again to that dreaded house on Privet Drive #4. He was once again forced to live with his godforsaken relatives and that was not the best thing for him this summer. For Harry had just returned from a terrible ordeal at his fourth year at Hogwarts {A/ N: you all know what happened and if you don't I'm sorry read the books} and although he tried to reassure himself that what would come, would come he couldn't bring himself to believe it.
Especially when the wizarding world was once again in direct threat of Voldemort because of him, but strangely enough that wasn't what was making him feel guilty it was the fact that he was the main reason that another human being had lost their life due to the fact that he was the Boy who lived. He found himself wishing harder than ever that he were a normal boy in the wizarding world, when he heard the shrilly voice of his aunt Petunia he was forced to face the reality that would be his summer.
"Boy get your trunk down and after that stay in your room we need to talk understood," barked his uncle Vernon gruffly.
"Yes Uncle Vernon" responded Harry a bit detachedly.
Mechanically Harry took out his trunk from the backside of the car and along with Hedwig went upstairs when he realized that the Dursely's hadn't said a thing about his books or materials from his 'freak school'.
'Either they're still scared from last summer or they're too angry to remember' Harry personally hoped for the aforementioned.
A couple of hours after he was settled in his so-called room Harry heard a knock on his door, it was Uncle Vernon and he wasn't exactly looking happy . "Before you got here boy we got a letter form that freak school of yours you are not allowed under any circumstances to leave the house is that clear!?" barked out Vernon.
"Yes Uncle Vernon"
"And for keeping you in this summer after that horrible fiasco of last summer you are expected to do all the housework and the cooking if its not done by the time I'm home you will very sorry indeed." He said with maliciousness in his voice and not even waiting for a response he left the room. Harry turned around and looked at Hedwig.
"Some summer we're in for Hedwig"
And so Harry began the worst summer he had ever spent in the company of the Dursely's and they were only too glad to make it all the worse for him. But as he often remembered himself 'I deserve this and worst for killing Cedric'. So every letter that came his way was answered in short syllables and with enough reassurances to is godfather that he was indeed alive and breathing. That however was not enough, as he soon became an empty shell of the smiling boy he had once been. But no longer could he remain a boy with all that he had seen. His nights were restless plagued by Voldemort and nightmares. Harry was walking a very thin line between living and just existing but he planned to solve that soon enough.
It was the middle of the night and he could hear the Dursely's snoring in their sleep. He had made sure that Hedwig was out that very night delivering a letter to Sirius so she would be out for a very long time, since Sirius was still far away laying low at Lupin's place. It had taken him a long time to get her to leave but in the end she gave in. Hopefully it would be quite some time before they found him. He continued gazing at the moon, it was full today and that only meant one thing Padfoot and Moony were out once again. "At least something in the world is right tonight" he said out loud almost managing to scare himself at the raspy sound that came out his mouth. 'Well I guess that's what happens when you don't have water for some time' he mused. He grabbed the penknife Sirius had given him last Christmas.
He walked towards his closet and looked himself in the mirror, the penknife was in his left hand giving his right wrist feathery touches and then all he saw was red. It covered his entire arm but it still wasn't deep enough and he knew it, he slashed again, this time deeper and he saw black. 'I finally managed what Voldie couldn't. what an idiot he should've slashed my wrist and gotten it over with. Well here I come mom, dad.'
There was something wrong he just couldn't put his finger on it, or more like paw. Instead he kept on prowling through the dark forest, Remy was bound to be somewhere around here. 'Where in the bloody hell is Remus, I know I saw him around here. When I find that prat he will most definitely go back to that infernal shack, I really need to talk to the Headmaster something really is off'
But before he could continue that train of thought he was attacked from behind by a human sized mass of fur. Yep, he had most definitely found Remy. They tumbled around in the ground for a while, but when Remus saw he wouldn't fight back he whined and shoved the other around with his nose. Without a sound he ran back in the direction of the shack, Remus bewildered by the other's actions followed as well.
Once they reached the shack, he transformed back much to the confusion of the werewolf in front of him.
"I'm sorry Remus but I really need to go speak to Albus." he said. Remus looked at him with a knowing look in his eyes that even in his werewolf form he could recognize. So he answered the unspoken question with a sigh.
"I feel something is wrong so I need to get back to Albus, I'm sorry I know I promised all night but this is really bothering." he was cut short of his rambling when Remus jumped on him, his eyes full of warmth just for him, practically saying 'does it look like I need an explanation'. Taking his cue he got up and with a last scratch behind the ear he departed towards Hogwarts.
With fast and powerful strides he entered the castle and almost in 10 minutes flat reached the Headmasters office, only to find a grave looking Albus Dumbledore behind the desk, looking the full 150 years he was. "Severus, I have been waiting for you it appears we have a problem"
Fooled you didn't I, you though this was Sirius admit it you know you did, lol. Well sorry for the Cliffie if you want more please leave reviews. C ya, beba