It was five days into the summer holidays, Harry Potter the neighbourhood
"scoundrel" as many called him, was walking through the streets surrounding
Privet drive despite the torrents of rain. Rather appropriate weather he
thought to himself. it was amazing how well the storm resembled his mood,
depressed. Harry Potter could not stop believing that every death;
disappearance or attack that Voldemort made were in someway his fault.
especially Sirius'. Harry couldn't believe that he had ignored all warnings
and brought his friends into danger and ultimately caused the death of his
godfather, the closest person to a real father that he remembered.
His once vivid and lively emerald green eyes now spoke of a fifteen (almost sixteen) year old boy who had seen and experienced too much pain in his short life. It was almost as though he had shut down, he stopped caring about anything, and though there was still a small spark of hope in his eyes it was slowly diminishing every day. Harry had stopped caring about how his relatives (the Dursleys.ugh) treated him, he no longer protested the backbreaking work, meagre food portions, and basic neglect. He simply did not care anymore. He had not written a letter to Remus and the Order as promised, why bother? It seemed as though Remus might be getting frantic almost every 2 hours another letter would come from him, but each time Harry would send the owls back, letter unopened.
Harry sighed aloud and pushed his hands into his oversized pockets of his huge jeans as he thought. 'It isn't fair why does everything happen to me! All I've ever wanted was to be normal is that too bloody much to ask. I hate this I'm sick of it, I'm sick of liv-' BANG, what sounded like a large amount of simulanius 'pops' was resounded throughout the neighbourhood. And with it came a group of about 10 people all in forest green cloaks with the Phoenix emblem stitched on.
Upon registering this fact Harry turned and started to walk away deeming it unimportant along with everything else in the world. A few of these people began to look around asking questions like "Where is he?" or "I wonder what could be the matter." Until someone yelled loudly "HARRY!"
Ahhhh it seems he had been spotted, oh well doesn't matter. "Harry? Wait up! What are you doing? You should be inside it's pouring." Said the same voice, which he now recognised as belonging to Remus Lupin. Harry dismissed it (once again, unimportant to him) and continued to despite that more people were now calling for him to stop.
Harry heard quick footsteps coming up behind him and then felt someone grab his shoulder and roughly turned him around. "Harry! Didn't you hear us?" Harry continued to star blankly at him, not reacting to the worry in Remus' voice. Once again he turned away and continued to walk, leaving a rather shocked and bewildered werewolf behind.
"Harry get back here right now! Why haven't you been writing us every three days like I told you to?" he admonished, only to be ignored by the raven- haired child. Although Harry kept up his aloof appearance he was really seething inside 'How dare they question me, what right do they have to boss me around' a now quite confused and angry Remus ordering "Harry, get your butt back here this instant and answer me", interrupted his thoughts
Something inside Harry snapped, days of hiding his emotions crumbled down and exploded out "WHY? WHY THE HELL SHOULD I? YOU'RE NOT MY PARENTS YOU'RE NOT MY RELATIVES AND YOU'RE NOT MY GAURDIANS! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE! I'M JUST THE BOY-WHO-LIVED, YOUR SAVIOR, DEFEATER OF DARK LORDS TO YOU PEOPLE! I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT, SICK OF YOU PEOPLE CONTROLING MY LIFE, TELLING ME WHAT'S BEST FOR ME! NONE OF YOU GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME; I COULD GO GET MYSELF KILLED RIGHT NOW, AS LONG AS I FULFILLED THAT BLODDY PROPHECY FIRST! SO YOU KNOW SCREW IT, YOU CAN ALL GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE, JUST SOLVE THE PROBLEM BY YOUR DAMNED SELVES INSTEAD OF A KID WHO HASN'T EVEN SCHOOL YET!"
Every one of them starred at Harry in shock, even Moody had both eyes glued toward him. Most of them had never heard Harry raise his voice, hell he rarely even got angry (except when Snape, Malfoy, or Umbridge were involved) and almost none had ever heard him curse once, even as a whisper.
Then Harry abruptly spun away from them and stormed in the opposite direction. And Dumbledore finally found his voice "Harry wait! Of we care about yo-"
"Shut-up!" Harry practically whispered, but they all heard and were taken aback at how easily he confronted a person who was considered to be the most powerful light wizard living. "Why should I believe a word you say professor. You have done nothing but lie and keep secrets from me for my whole life. If any of you had truly cared about me you would have never permitted me to stay with those people I call relatives; especially knowing how they treated me. How am I protected when I don't even feel safe in a place I should call home!"
"But Harry, listened to reason-" Dumbledore tried again.
"No! For once you listen! I'm sick of being your little tool for getting rid of 'bad' people. Guess what? Your tool just broke, and can't help you anymore, better go find someone else to make their lives miserable! You know what why don't just kill me yeah that a good idea I'm of no use to you anymore." Harry then brought out a switchblade from his sleeve and offered it to them. No one took it. He scowled and walked towards Remus who seemed to have a few tears in his eyes, actually many of the people did, some had even fallen down the cheeks of a few people. "Hello Werewolf, you know I'm quite surprised your not jumping at this chance, I mean I am the cause of all your misery aren't I. It's because of me that you're the last marauder. Lily and James Potter both died for me, because of me. because of a prophecy about me. They would still be alive if it weren't for me. Sirius wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, he wouldn't have had to live in hell for 12 years, if it weren't for me you'd probably be sitting around somewhere telling jokes with them, wouldn't you? You would never have spent twelve lonely years by yourself if I hadn't been born. So go ahead Remus, last of the marauders because of me, if anyone has a reason to want me gone it's you." Harry flicked out the blade, and offered the handle to Remus who now had tears streaming down his face. However he still didn't take it.
Suddenly Snape's voice rose above the rain "That's really pathetic Potter, even for a Gryffindor, can't do it yourself so you're trying to convince us to for you."
Harry turned to Snape; "Still hiding behind Dumbledore are you Snape? I bet you'd love to see me die, to get rid of the thing you despise so much. You'd never have to see that face ever again, the one that reminds you so much of your worst memory. Just remember Snape (spat the name out like some vile piece of food) that I am not my father, and no matter how much we may look alike we are two different people. Here y'go Snape, your dream come true." And with that Harry turned the blade towards him and stabbed himself in the stomach. Harry looked up to their pale faces and muttered what he believed to be the best last words possible "Fuck off, everyone."
His once vivid and lively emerald green eyes now spoke of a fifteen (almost sixteen) year old boy who had seen and experienced too much pain in his short life. It was almost as though he had shut down, he stopped caring about anything, and though there was still a small spark of hope in his eyes it was slowly diminishing every day. Harry had stopped caring about how his relatives (the Dursleys.ugh) treated him, he no longer protested the backbreaking work, meagre food portions, and basic neglect. He simply did not care anymore. He had not written a letter to Remus and the Order as promised, why bother? It seemed as though Remus might be getting frantic almost every 2 hours another letter would come from him, but each time Harry would send the owls back, letter unopened.
Harry sighed aloud and pushed his hands into his oversized pockets of his huge jeans as he thought. 'It isn't fair why does everything happen to me! All I've ever wanted was to be normal is that too bloody much to ask. I hate this I'm sick of it, I'm sick of liv-' BANG, what sounded like a large amount of simulanius 'pops' was resounded throughout the neighbourhood. And with it came a group of about 10 people all in forest green cloaks with the Phoenix emblem stitched on.
Upon registering this fact Harry turned and started to walk away deeming it unimportant along with everything else in the world. A few of these people began to look around asking questions like "Where is he?" or "I wonder what could be the matter." Until someone yelled loudly "HARRY!"
Ahhhh it seems he had been spotted, oh well doesn't matter. "Harry? Wait up! What are you doing? You should be inside it's pouring." Said the same voice, which he now recognised as belonging to Remus Lupin. Harry dismissed it (once again, unimportant to him) and continued to despite that more people were now calling for him to stop.
Harry heard quick footsteps coming up behind him and then felt someone grab his shoulder and roughly turned him around. "Harry! Didn't you hear us?" Harry continued to star blankly at him, not reacting to the worry in Remus' voice. Once again he turned away and continued to walk, leaving a rather shocked and bewildered werewolf behind.
"Harry get back here right now! Why haven't you been writing us every three days like I told you to?" he admonished, only to be ignored by the raven- haired child. Although Harry kept up his aloof appearance he was really seething inside 'How dare they question me, what right do they have to boss me around' a now quite confused and angry Remus ordering "Harry, get your butt back here this instant and answer me", interrupted his thoughts
Something inside Harry snapped, days of hiding his emotions crumbled down and exploded out "WHY? WHY THE HELL SHOULD I? YOU'RE NOT MY PARENTS YOU'RE NOT MY RELATIVES AND YOU'RE NOT MY GAURDIANS! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE! I'M JUST THE BOY-WHO-LIVED, YOUR SAVIOR, DEFEATER OF DARK LORDS TO YOU PEOPLE! I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT, SICK OF YOU PEOPLE CONTROLING MY LIFE, TELLING ME WHAT'S BEST FOR ME! NONE OF YOU GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME; I COULD GO GET MYSELF KILLED RIGHT NOW, AS LONG AS I FULFILLED THAT BLODDY PROPHECY FIRST! SO YOU KNOW SCREW IT, YOU CAN ALL GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE, JUST SOLVE THE PROBLEM BY YOUR DAMNED SELVES INSTEAD OF A KID WHO HASN'T EVEN SCHOOL YET!"
Every one of them starred at Harry in shock, even Moody had both eyes glued toward him. Most of them had never heard Harry raise his voice, hell he rarely even got angry (except when Snape, Malfoy, or Umbridge were involved) and almost none had ever heard him curse once, even as a whisper.
Then Harry abruptly spun away from them and stormed in the opposite direction. And Dumbledore finally found his voice "Harry wait! Of we care about yo-"
"Shut-up!" Harry practically whispered, but they all heard and were taken aback at how easily he confronted a person who was considered to be the most powerful light wizard living. "Why should I believe a word you say professor. You have done nothing but lie and keep secrets from me for my whole life. If any of you had truly cared about me you would have never permitted me to stay with those people I call relatives; especially knowing how they treated me. How am I protected when I don't even feel safe in a place I should call home!"
"But Harry, listened to reason-" Dumbledore tried again.
"No! For once you listen! I'm sick of being your little tool for getting rid of 'bad' people. Guess what? Your tool just broke, and can't help you anymore, better go find someone else to make their lives miserable! You know what why don't just kill me yeah that a good idea I'm of no use to you anymore." Harry then brought out a switchblade from his sleeve and offered it to them. No one took it. He scowled and walked towards Remus who seemed to have a few tears in his eyes, actually many of the people did, some had even fallen down the cheeks of a few people. "Hello Werewolf, you know I'm quite surprised your not jumping at this chance, I mean I am the cause of all your misery aren't I. It's because of me that you're the last marauder. Lily and James Potter both died for me, because of me. because of a prophecy about me. They would still be alive if it weren't for me. Sirius wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, he wouldn't have had to live in hell for 12 years, if it weren't for me you'd probably be sitting around somewhere telling jokes with them, wouldn't you? You would never have spent twelve lonely years by yourself if I hadn't been born. So go ahead Remus, last of the marauders because of me, if anyone has a reason to want me gone it's you." Harry flicked out the blade, and offered the handle to Remus who now had tears streaming down his face. However he still didn't take it.
Suddenly Snape's voice rose above the rain "That's really pathetic Potter, even for a Gryffindor, can't do it yourself so you're trying to convince us to for you."
Harry turned to Snape; "Still hiding behind Dumbledore are you Snape? I bet you'd love to see me die, to get rid of the thing you despise so much. You'd never have to see that face ever again, the one that reminds you so much of your worst memory. Just remember Snape (spat the name out like some vile piece of food) that I am not my father, and no matter how much we may look alike we are two different people. Here y'go Snape, your dream come true." And with that Harry turned the blade towards him and stabbed himself in the stomach. Harry looked up to their pale faces and muttered what he believed to be the best last words possible "Fuck off, everyone."