Disclaimer: Sadly i own nothing of Harry Potter this is just my work of fiction and I'm making nothing off it.
In Little Whinging, Surrey all the houses look the same. As if the came from a mold. In this place everything looked serene, normal. No one would suspect a wizard would live there. But one does, a famous one at that. At number 4 Privet drive Harry Potter lived. The boy-who-lived, the most famous wizard in recent history lay on his bed in his small room on the second floor recalling the events of the previous 16 years.
He just returned from his fifth year at the prestigous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Laying there he wished he'd never been born. His life had been nothing but hell for the last 16 years. Having gone from what he could only assume a loving family to live with his horrid aunt and uncle after his parents had been killed by Voldemort and him having somehow deprved him of his power receiving his bloody scar in return. After living as a slave and treated as less then dirt he found out about magic, his hopes had risen for a better life only to be shot down rather violently. Hogwarts had become torture for him. Having to live in the spotlight, where he most definitely did not want to be, having people change from friends to enemies and back again on a whim, to the horrors he'd been put through by Voldemort, to a certain teacher who was to selfish to get his head out of his arse and actually look around for once (you know who i mean.) To most recently the deaths caused by himself no matter how inadvertent they may have been. Cedric died because of him, others had died as well including his godfather, Sirius Black.
That had really put him over the edge recently. everyone he cared for died, his parents, Sirius. And now whats worse is this damn prophecy that says he has to become a murderor or become the murdered. What really clinched it was the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore, someone he considered a grandfather / mentor of sorts had withheld this information from him. He's the reason why he was put with the Dursley's and why people have suffered because of himself. Because the heamaster felt he should have his youth while he could. The headmaster was so blind, he'd never had a childhood and never would. His aunt and uncle were to thank for that. Maybe that's why he got on so well with Dobby, because he could sympathize for the house elf, that's what his realatives treated him like.
He had only been home a week and every day and night the scrawny 15 year old with unruly black hair dull green eyes thought over these events and just made him more and more furious. So much of his life had been a lie of one sort or another never being told anything about himself. Hell he didn't no a damn about his mother and Snape's pensieve had squashed his ideolistic thoughts of his father. And now he finds some vital piece of information now when it's too late to do anything about it. He should have been prepared early on from the begining. Trained and taught how to take down the dark lord, but no he was again stuck with the dursleys because of some stupid blood protection that in the back of his mind doubted even worked anymore because of the ritual used to bring the dark lord back used his blood which broke the protection the he himself carried. Even with the dark lord back he was still shoved back to the Dursleys being protected like some normal child. When was the headmaster going to get it through his head that he never had a childhood to play and have fun and never will.
What he couldn't understand was why instead of trainging him they were trying to keep him away from everything. Keeping secrets fomr him. Dumbledore knew for a fact that he was going to have to take the dark lord down and he still insisted on keeping him locked away like a porcelan doll that might break at the slightest movement. He was so tired of it he was on the verge of running out and hunt for Voldemort just so he could die now and not have to put anyone else through pain because of him. But he wasn't that stupid. What was he expected to do? Did they somehow think that when he graduated Hogwarts he'd mysteriously be able to just go deafeat Voldie? Were they stupid? He somehow doubted it would happen like that. THe only thing he could imagine was Percy Weasley with this fantastic Hogwarts education, top of his class mind you, go against Voldemort and die very quickly. He could only repeat, Were they stupid???
The letter he received from Dumbledore a couple days ago did make him any happier. It read:
Harry,
I know this may come as a disappointment but I must ask that you send no owls to anyone for your own protection. That way they can't be traced back to you. Your friends have been contacted already and informed about this.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts yada yada yada ...
Combine that with the nightly dreams that show Voldemorts enjoyment at death and torture and you have one very pissed off young wizard who'd had enough. My "protection" my ass. If i was so protected here by the blood magic than what's with the round the clock guard that he knew was out there and all that. He remembered how quick to remove him from this house last summer after the dementor attack. He just couldn't understand and nobody would explain.
Harry sat up in his bed quickly and came to a decision. "If they're not bloddy gonna do anything about it, than I will." He had to figure how he was going to do it. He needed books for one preferably a place to practice but he doubted that would happen. He sighed. Books would have to do for now. He had money in his vault and the only way to get these books was a trip to Diagon Alley. He'd leave on his broom with the invisibility cloak early in the morning and hope not to get caught. He set his alarm and laid back down and tried to get some sleep.
In Little Whinging, Surrey all the houses look the same. As if the came from a mold. In this place everything looked serene, normal. No one would suspect a wizard would live there. But one does, a famous one at that. At number 4 Privet drive Harry Potter lived. The boy-who-lived, the most famous wizard in recent history lay on his bed in his small room on the second floor recalling the events of the previous 16 years.
He just returned from his fifth year at the prestigous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Laying there he wished he'd never been born. His life had been nothing but hell for the last 16 years. Having gone from what he could only assume a loving family to live with his horrid aunt and uncle after his parents had been killed by Voldemort and him having somehow deprved him of his power receiving his bloody scar in return. After living as a slave and treated as less then dirt he found out about magic, his hopes had risen for a better life only to be shot down rather violently. Hogwarts had become torture for him. Having to live in the spotlight, where he most definitely did not want to be, having people change from friends to enemies and back again on a whim, to the horrors he'd been put through by Voldemort, to a certain teacher who was to selfish to get his head out of his arse and actually look around for once (you know who i mean.) To most recently the deaths caused by himself no matter how inadvertent they may have been. Cedric died because of him, others had died as well including his godfather, Sirius Black.
That had really put him over the edge recently. everyone he cared for died, his parents, Sirius. And now whats worse is this damn prophecy that says he has to become a murderor or become the murdered. What really clinched it was the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore, someone he considered a grandfather / mentor of sorts had withheld this information from him. He's the reason why he was put with the Dursley's and why people have suffered because of himself. Because the heamaster felt he should have his youth while he could. The headmaster was so blind, he'd never had a childhood and never would. His aunt and uncle were to thank for that. Maybe that's why he got on so well with Dobby, because he could sympathize for the house elf, that's what his realatives treated him like.
He had only been home a week and every day and night the scrawny 15 year old with unruly black hair dull green eyes thought over these events and just made him more and more furious. So much of his life had been a lie of one sort or another never being told anything about himself. Hell he didn't no a damn about his mother and Snape's pensieve had squashed his ideolistic thoughts of his father. And now he finds some vital piece of information now when it's too late to do anything about it. He should have been prepared early on from the begining. Trained and taught how to take down the dark lord, but no he was again stuck with the dursleys because of some stupid blood protection that in the back of his mind doubted even worked anymore because of the ritual used to bring the dark lord back used his blood which broke the protection the he himself carried. Even with the dark lord back he was still shoved back to the Dursleys being protected like some normal child. When was the headmaster going to get it through his head that he never had a childhood to play and have fun and never will.
What he couldn't understand was why instead of trainging him they were trying to keep him away from everything. Keeping secrets fomr him. Dumbledore knew for a fact that he was going to have to take the dark lord down and he still insisted on keeping him locked away like a porcelan doll that might break at the slightest movement. He was so tired of it he was on the verge of running out and hunt for Voldemort just so he could die now and not have to put anyone else through pain because of him. But he wasn't that stupid. What was he expected to do? Did they somehow think that when he graduated Hogwarts he'd mysteriously be able to just go deafeat Voldie? Were they stupid? He somehow doubted it would happen like that. THe only thing he could imagine was Percy Weasley with this fantastic Hogwarts education, top of his class mind you, go against Voldemort and die very quickly. He could only repeat, Were they stupid???
The letter he received from Dumbledore a couple days ago did make him any happier. It read:
Harry,
I know this may come as a disappointment but I must ask that you send no owls to anyone for your own protection. That way they can't be traced back to you. Your friends have been contacted already and informed about this.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts yada yada yada ...
Combine that with the nightly dreams that show Voldemorts enjoyment at death and torture and you have one very pissed off young wizard who'd had enough. My "protection" my ass. If i was so protected here by the blood magic than what's with the round the clock guard that he knew was out there and all that. He remembered how quick to remove him from this house last summer after the dementor attack. He just couldn't understand and nobody would explain.
Harry sat up in his bed quickly and came to a decision. "If they're not bloddy gonna do anything about it, than I will." He had to figure how he was going to do it. He needed books for one preferably a place to practice but he doubted that would happen. He sighed. Books would have to do for now. He had money in his vault and the only way to get these books was a trip to Diagon Alley. He'd leave on his broom with the invisibility cloak early in the morning and hope not to get caught. He set his alarm and laid back down and tried to get some sleep.