When Angels Die
By: Riley Cat
Ch: 3
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly enough.
**** Flashbacks '.'Thoughts ".."Speech
The halls of Hogworts looked just the same as the day Harry was taken away. The walls gleamed a cold gray in the sunlight, the floors where clean and polished. Even the empty rooms were bare of any dust or dirt. Harry glided down the corridors in silence, deftly ignoring the old wizard who walked besides him.
When they had finally arrived at Hogworts, the two men had come to an arrangement- Dumbledore won't ask any questions about how Harry is doing and Harry would basically ignore him the whole time. Harry knew that this would eventually try the older wizards patience but he just saw this as one of the side benefits to revenge.
Harry could feel old memories trying to press in on his mind. Some were of good times, others were of bad, but Harry once thought that this place was his home. The one place he looked forward to after a horrible summer with the Dursleys- the place where his family was.
Harry smiled to himself, thinking that he had no family. He saw how the others were willing to turn their backs on him. Hell, they didn't even give him a fair trial! Nope, instead they locked him up and threw away the keys. No one wanted to listen to the quiet pleads he made as they dragged away from his one true home, no one would look him in the eyes as he tried in vein to get some ones attention.
"This will be your room, Harry" said Dumbledore quietly, breaking into Harry's reverie of self-pity. Harry entered the door that Dumbledore held open and walked into the room. It was a nice room, as most rooms go. It was much larger than his tiny prison cell. In front of him stood a blue couch that faced the big fireplace, two table ends sat obediently at the ends of the couches next to two recliners.
A door to the left led to a small kitchen table and another room led to what he assumed was the master bedroom. Harry had to admit that the small room was cozy but he had one small problem- it was too sunny. With a small wrinkle on his brow, Harry turned towards Dumbledore. "I need a different room," he stated. The slight twinkle disappeared from the wizard's eyes as he stared at the young man in front of him.
"That will not be a problem, Harry, but will you tell me why you would like a new room?" Harry's eyes gained a dark and sad look at the question. 'He wouldn't understand. I know he won't! People like him never do until its too late'. A moment passed as Harry's face got sadder and sadder. This was not a good sign, especially since the wizarding world needed Harry to defeat Voldemort. The shroud of sadness that followed Harry like a cloak whispered of horrors that Dumbledore would never know, horrors that could break a man's spirit.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Harry spoke in his broken and cracked voice. "The sun, it's too bright. I need it to be dark. The night hides things; it's easier to hide, to be alone. The sun is to harsh, too harsh" mumbled Harry with his voice filled with fear. Dumbledore stared at the boy who once seemed so strong. Strong enough to overcome almost anything; except this. 'What happened to you Harry? What did you see that made you so scared of the sun?' thought Dumbledore. "Lets find you a more comfortable room, Harry. How about one in the dungeons?"
At Harry's hesitant nod, Dumbledore escorted the now fragile looking man out of the sunny room and headed towards the dungeons. 'Maybe Severus can help you heal Harry. I hope you heal soon'.
AN: Sorry to leave anyone hanging but I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank everyone so much for the support with this story. Thank you so much. ~Ta-ta
**** Flashbacks '.'Thoughts ".."Speech
The halls of Hogworts looked just the same as the day Harry was taken away. The walls gleamed a cold gray in the sunlight, the floors where clean and polished. Even the empty rooms were bare of any dust or dirt. Harry glided down the corridors in silence, deftly ignoring the old wizard who walked besides him.
When they had finally arrived at Hogworts, the two men had come to an arrangement- Dumbledore won't ask any questions about how Harry is doing and Harry would basically ignore him the whole time. Harry knew that this would eventually try the older wizards patience but he just saw this as one of the side benefits to revenge.
Harry could feel old memories trying to press in on his mind. Some were of good times, others were of bad, but Harry once thought that this place was his home. The one place he looked forward to after a horrible summer with the Dursleys- the place where his family was.
Harry smiled to himself, thinking that he had no family. He saw how the others were willing to turn their backs on him. Hell, they didn't even give him a fair trial! Nope, instead they locked him up and threw away the keys. No one wanted to listen to the quiet pleads he made as they dragged away from his one true home, no one would look him in the eyes as he tried in vein to get some ones attention.
"This will be your room, Harry" said Dumbledore quietly, breaking into Harry's reverie of self-pity. Harry entered the door that Dumbledore held open and walked into the room. It was a nice room, as most rooms go. It was much larger than his tiny prison cell. In front of him stood a blue couch that faced the big fireplace, two table ends sat obediently at the ends of the couches next to two recliners.
A door to the left led to a small kitchen table and another room led to what he assumed was the master bedroom. Harry had to admit that the small room was cozy but he had one small problem- it was too sunny. With a small wrinkle on his brow, Harry turned towards Dumbledore. "I need a different room," he stated. The slight twinkle disappeared from the wizard's eyes as he stared at the young man in front of him.
"That will not be a problem, Harry, but will you tell me why you would like a new room?" Harry's eyes gained a dark and sad look at the question. 'He wouldn't understand. I know he won't! People like him never do until its too late'. A moment passed as Harry's face got sadder and sadder. This was not a good sign, especially since the wizarding world needed Harry to defeat Voldemort. The shroud of sadness that followed Harry like a cloak whispered of horrors that Dumbledore would never know, horrors that could break a man's spirit.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Harry spoke in his broken and cracked voice. "The sun, it's too bright. I need it to be dark. The night hides things; it's easier to hide, to be alone. The sun is to harsh, too harsh" mumbled Harry with his voice filled with fear. Dumbledore stared at the boy who once seemed so strong. Strong enough to overcome almost anything; except this. 'What happened to you Harry? What did you see that made you so scared of the sun?' thought Dumbledore. "Lets find you a more comfortable room, Harry. How about one in the dungeons?"
At Harry's hesitant nod, Dumbledore escorted the now fragile looking man out of the sunny room and headed towards the dungeons. 'Maybe Severus can help you heal Harry. I hope you heal soon'.
AN: Sorry to leave anyone hanging but I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank everyone so much for the support with this story. Thank you so much. ~Ta-ta