Sorry this took so long, but I actually forgot that I wrote this like a month ago. Teeheehee... Enjoy! :)
Chapter 2: The Reflections of Harry Potter
While Draco stood fawning over himself in the Slytherin Chambers, Harry stretched out by the lake under the milky blue sky. Surrounding him was nothing but the plush green grass and his own reflections on life. None of his friends every knew it, but some nights, when he would be plagued with insomnia, Harry would slide under the comfort of his Invisibility Cloak and sneak out onto the Hogwart's Grounds and sit by the lake under the midnight sky. It was the closest thing to comfort he had felt his whole life. Out there, he wasn't judged for being "The Famous Harry Potter" or expected to be courageous and save the day. It was his escape; his freedom. No one ever knew how much he hated himself. They always saw him as the boy winning everyone over with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. It irked him that he was pitied because of his parent's death. Harry was far past the point of mourning. He accepted that they weren't there, at least not physically. That night he sat in front of the Mirror of Erised, staring in amazement at the apparition of his parents, James and Lily, he now wished it had never happened. He was better of not seeing them. It was painful, but Harry dealt with it. He had dealt with a lot. Life wasn't easy for him, and he was well aware of this, but he never wanted sympathy from anyone. He knew there were people worse off then he was. He should have felt privileged to have brought the Dark Lord to his demise and be "The Boy Who Lived", but what's all that worth when he couldn't find true happiness? Sure, Ron and Hermione brought him joy; they were his 2 best friends in the world, in fact, the only people he trusted not to stab him in the back. The rest of those who "knew" him were just there so they could someday tell their children and grandchildren that they knew the famous Harry Potter. It sickened him to think that he really couldn't trust anyone. Most kids secretly resented Harry's sudden popularity at Hogwarts. They thought he was arrogant and eager for attention. That was the one thing he loathed about being there. The rolling of the eyes and the Here-We-Go-Again-With-Potter-And-His-Amazing-Powers sigh whenever his named was mentioned, in a way that would flatter most people. But it's hard to be flattered when the jealous eyes of your peers are starring you down. These times spent by the lake weren't the only thing Harry found to soothe the distraught of being him. There was also Quidditch, the fast-paced sport that let Harry run away from his troubles and clear his mind, even if just for a short while. He loved the games with an undaunted passion. It kept him occupied and like his secret rendezvous with the starry sky under Hogwarts, it made him feel liberated.
Can you see the angst? Just like in Book 5. Bwahahaha! Next Chapter, there is some Draco/Harry interaction. :)
Chapter 2: The Reflections of Harry Potter
While Draco stood fawning over himself in the Slytherin Chambers, Harry stretched out by the lake under the milky blue sky. Surrounding him was nothing but the plush green grass and his own reflections on life. None of his friends every knew it, but some nights, when he would be plagued with insomnia, Harry would slide under the comfort of his Invisibility Cloak and sneak out onto the Hogwart's Grounds and sit by the lake under the midnight sky. It was the closest thing to comfort he had felt his whole life. Out there, he wasn't judged for being "The Famous Harry Potter" or expected to be courageous and save the day. It was his escape; his freedom. No one ever knew how much he hated himself. They always saw him as the boy winning everyone over with the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. It irked him that he was pitied because of his parent's death. Harry was far past the point of mourning. He accepted that they weren't there, at least not physically. That night he sat in front of the Mirror of Erised, staring in amazement at the apparition of his parents, James and Lily, he now wished it had never happened. He was better of not seeing them. It was painful, but Harry dealt with it. He had dealt with a lot. Life wasn't easy for him, and he was well aware of this, but he never wanted sympathy from anyone. He knew there were people worse off then he was. He should have felt privileged to have brought the Dark Lord to his demise and be "The Boy Who Lived", but what's all that worth when he couldn't find true happiness? Sure, Ron and Hermione brought him joy; they were his 2 best friends in the world, in fact, the only people he trusted not to stab him in the back. The rest of those who "knew" him were just there so they could someday tell their children and grandchildren that they knew the famous Harry Potter. It sickened him to think that he really couldn't trust anyone. Most kids secretly resented Harry's sudden popularity at Hogwarts. They thought he was arrogant and eager for attention. That was the one thing he loathed about being there. The rolling of the eyes and the Here-We-Go-Again-With-Potter-And-His-Amazing-Powers sigh whenever his named was mentioned, in a way that would flatter most people. But it's hard to be flattered when the jealous eyes of your peers are starring you down. These times spent by the lake weren't the only thing Harry found to soothe the distraught of being him. There was also Quidditch, the fast-paced sport that let Harry run away from his troubles and clear his mind, even if just for a short while. He loved the games with an undaunted passion. It kept him occupied and like his secret rendezvous with the starry sky under Hogwarts, it made him feel liberated.
Can you see the angst? Just like in Book 5. Bwahahaha! Next Chapter, there is some Draco/Harry interaction. :)