Disclaimer: do I own them? NO, I don't. I wouldn't even like to own them.
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home, sweet home
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Harry stepped out of the fireplace and went into the living room. He was there, were he called his home. He lived there for almost 10 years now, he didn't know anything else.
The man, who the owner of the shop called Mr. Riddle, went right behind him, and began to unhood himself.
He had a pale, oily skin, a large nose and a long, pointed chin. His black hair reached just a little to his forehead and was quite greasy. His eyes were dark, you could barely tell what colour, because his eyes were compressed to small slits.
Harry let himself drop on the couch. He was tired of the world, thinking he was a great hero. Though, there would be much worse things, he hated all the attention. No, he hated, what the attention was for. But he had to admit, that some of the teens who were adoring him, were quite nice, you could easily fool them, but recently even this didn't amuse him.
"Lucas?", he asked his mentor, "what do you think, when will I be strong enough?"
"Harry, we've had this conversation earlier", he sighted, and turned to face his charge, "remember what I told you?"
Harry rolled his eyes and repeated, what the older man said: "I might be able to face the power and force, when I've been long enough to Hogwarts, school for wizardry and witchcraft, which actually means 7 years, and then I MIGHT be able to do, what I'm elect to."
"Right. Seems like you would've understand this. So why do you ask?"
"SEVEN YEARS! Seven hole, long years, and this school is full of traitors, mudbloods and their lovers! It will be hell on earth if just half of the people there are like Dumbeldore!" Harry yelled angry, though he knew, how his guardian will react.
"This will make you stronger than any other education. It's not that you don't know how to defend yourself! I've raised you ten years by now, and I acted the way I acted, just to starch your body and your soul of what will come, and I DO believe, you can manage to stay there without getting one of these mudbloodlovers, or else you know, I won't take you back in summer- break. But believe me, that wouldn't be bad to you, if you're a mudbloodlover,. I could make your live REAL hell, but is this what I want do do? NO! Because maybe you're strong by now, you know a lot of dark arts, the most of the pupils up there will never know in their live, and I know, you will be the best! You've learned a lot, but it's not enough. You have to know how to deal with such people like Dumbledore by yourself, I can't help you with this!"
"Right. So I'm supposed to manage this one by my own. I've understood.", harry said coldly, then turned and walked up the stairs to his room.
He threw himself on his bed. He wasn't about to cry, nor were he sad or anything. This would show weakness. Harry Potter wasn't weak. He managed to defeat the dark lord as a little baby, he would be great. He had to be great! He was supposed to be the best and most powerful wizards, ever.
But yet, he was just an 11 year old boy, who was nervous about his first school day just like everyone else would be. He just didn't want to notice that by himself, not to speak from Lucas.
So, he would sleep now, without anything to eat, but that doesn't bother him, he have had enough to eat, he was used to less then 5 times a week. When he awakes tomorrow, he will go alone to Kings Cross and he will drive with the Hogwarts Express.. Who know, maybe he could make friends?
'What am I thinking??', harry though, 'I know exactly, I'm not there to befriend with anyone. Just weak people need friends. I don't need friends. I need good marks, and then I can come back to Lucas, and he will be proud of me, and see me as his son, and he will give me the affection he refused to me, because I need to be strong. I can be strong. I am strong. I have to be.'
And with this thoughts, he slipped into sleep.
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The seventy-seven steps to his little house were quite a thing. Draco sighted, as he reached the last one. He opened the door and slammed it behind his back. "I'M AT HOME!", he shouted, before he threw the things he bought in a corner.
"Great darling, please come to the kitchen!", he heard his Granny's voice, just as calm as ever. "Where did you leave your Grandfather?", she asked quickly, when she saw, he wasn't with Draco.
"He had to go to anywhere else and told me to go home and wait for him. I dunno what he's up to, but it sounded important, so I thought I'd just do what he said."
"Oh, Draco, how unlikely you", his Granny smiled and winked at him. "Are you nervous?", she asked, to change the subject.
Draco didn't seem to understand immediately, because he looked at her quizzically. "Oh, you mean tomorrow, right? Well. I think I'm a bit. I don't know, what do I do, if nobody likes me? What do I do, if I just get bad marks? You know, I'm not good with charms, and with potions either! Remember when I wanted to help you with a very simple potion and the hole thing blew up? What if this happens in school?"
His grandmother just laughed at his face, when he just realized how much things could go wrong, and his pale skin got white.
"Darling, nothing will go wrong. Believe me, everyone is this nervous. But you don't have to be scared. Everything will go right. There are peoples in there, who haven't ever heard anything of magic until they found the Hogwarts-letter, what do you think? At least you have a lot of experience with magical things!"
"Ok. I'll remember that. But what if no-one likes me?"
"How could anyone not like my little dracy-darling?"
"Oh, I could imagine a lot of people!", a grimly voice cut in the conversation.
"Gramps! We didn't hear you come! Am I this bad?", Draco said, slightly startled by his Grandfathers voice.
But 'Gramps' just smirked and turned to his wife.
"Joanne, what do you tell Draco? Of course there will be people who don't like him! Draco, true friends are rare! You can have a lot of good friends around you as long as you're totally fit, healthy and normal. But real friends like you in every situation, so remember that. And if you are so lucky, to have such friends, there will be those, who are envious about this. But don't mind, as long as you've friends, there can't be anything wrong with a good deal of enemies."
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A/N: *puppydogeyes* leave me a review, leave me a review, leave me a review! (please!)
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home, sweet home
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Harry stepped out of the fireplace and went into the living room. He was there, were he called his home. He lived there for almost 10 years now, he didn't know anything else.
The man, who the owner of the shop called Mr. Riddle, went right behind him, and began to unhood himself.
He had a pale, oily skin, a large nose and a long, pointed chin. His black hair reached just a little to his forehead and was quite greasy. His eyes were dark, you could barely tell what colour, because his eyes were compressed to small slits.
Harry let himself drop on the couch. He was tired of the world, thinking he was a great hero. Though, there would be much worse things, he hated all the attention. No, he hated, what the attention was for. But he had to admit, that some of the teens who were adoring him, were quite nice, you could easily fool them, but recently even this didn't amuse him.
"Lucas?", he asked his mentor, "what do you think, when will I be strong enough?"
"Harry, we've had this conversation earlier", he sighted, and turned to face his charge, "remember what I told you?"
Harry rolled his eyes and repeated, what the older man said: "I might be able to face the power and force, when I've been long enough to Hogwarts, school for wizardry and witchcraft, which actually means 7 years, and then I MIGHT be able to do, what I'm elect to."
"Right. Seems like you would've understand this. So why do you ask?"
"SEVEN YEARS! Seven hole, long years, and this school is full of traitors, mudbloods and their lovers! It will be hell on earth if just half of the people there are like Dumbeldore!" Harry yelled angry, though he knew, how his guardian will react.
"This will make you stronger than any other education. It's not that you don't know how to defend yourself! I've raised you ten years by now, and I acted the way I acted, just to starch your body and your soul of what will come, and I DO believe, you can manage to stay there without getting one of these mudbloodlovers, or else you know, I won't take you back in summer- break. But believe me, that wouldn't be bad to you, if you're a mudbloodlover,. I could make your live REAL hell, but is this what I want do do? NO! Because maybe you're strong by now, you know a lot of dark arts, the most of the pupils up there will never know in their live, and I know, you will be the best! You've learned a lot, but it's not enough. You have to know how to deal with such people like Dumbledore by yourself, I can't help you with this!"
"Right. So I'm supposed to manage this one by my own. I've understood.", harry said coldly, then turned and walked up the stairs to his room.
He threw himself on his bed. He wasn't about to cry, nor were he sad or anything. This would show weakness. Harry Potter wasn't weak. He managed to defeat the dark lord as a little baby, he would be great. He had to be great! He was supposed to be the best and most powerful wizards, ever.
But yet, he was just an 11 year old boy, who was nervous about his first school day just like everyone else would be. He just didn't want to notice that by himself, not to speak from Lucas.
So, he would sleep now, without anything to eat, but that doesn't bother him, he have had enough to eat, he was used to less then 5 times a week. When he awakes tomorrow, he will go alone to Kings Cross and he will drive with the Hogwarts Express.. Who know, maybe he could make friends?
'What am I thinking??', harry though, 'I know exactly, I'm not there to befriend with anyone. Just weak people need friends. I don't need friends. I need good marks, and then I can come back to Lucas, and he will be proud of me, and see me as his son, and he will give me the affection he refused to me, because I need to be strong. I can be strong. I am strong. I have to be.'
And with this thoughts, he slipped into sleep.
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The seventy-seven steps to his little house were quite a thing. Draco sighted, as he reached the last one. He opened the door and slammed it behind his back. "I'M AT HOME!", he shouted, before he threw the things he bought in a corner.
"Great darling, please come to the kitchen!", he heard his Granny's voice, just as calm as ever. "Where did you leave your Grandfather?", she asked quickly, when she saw, he wasn't with Draco.
"He had to go to anywhere else and told me to go home and wait for him. I dunno what he's up to, but it sounded important, so I thought I'd just do what he said."
"Oh, Draco, how unlikely you", his Granny smiled and winked at him. "Are you nervous?", she asked, to change the subject.
Draco didn't seem to understand immediately, because he looked at her quizzically. "Oh, you mean tomorrow, right? Well. I think I'm a bit. I don't know, what do I do, if nobody likes me? What do I do, if I just get bad marks? You know, I'm not good with charms, and with potions either! Remember when I wanted to help you with a very simple potion and the hole thing blew up? What if this happens in school?"
His grandmother just laughed at his face, when he just realized how much things could go wrong, and his pale skin got white.
"Darling, nothing will go wrong. Believe me, everyone is this nervous. But you don't have to be scared. Everything will go right. There are peoples in there, who haven't ever heard anything of magic until they found the Hogwarts-letter, what do you think? At least you have a lot of experience with magical things!"
"Ok. I'll remember that. But what if no-one likes me?"
"How could anyone not like my little dracy-darling?"
"Oh, I could imagine a lot of people!", a grimly voice cut in the conversation.
"Gramps! We didn't hear you come! Am I this bad?", Draco said, slightly startled by his Grandfathers voice.
But 'Gramps' just smirked and turned to his wife.
"Joanne, what do you tell Draco? Of course there will be people who don't like him! Draco, true friends are rare! You can have a lot of good friends around you as long as you're totally fit, healthy and normal. But real friends like you in every situation, so remember that. And if you are so lucky, to have such friends, there will be those, who are envious about this. But don't mind, as long as you've friends, there can't be anything wrong with a good deal of enemies."
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A/N: *puppydogeyes* leave me a review, leave me a review, leave me a review! (please!)
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