A/N Yes well I figured I better post before I go on vacation and people
forget about my terribly confusing story. Yes so let me know if this any
better to understand. If not feel free to throw rotten tomatoes (just not
at me).
******Dream******
"Oy, Harry, wait up!" a red haired boy bellowed running up beside him.
"Ron? Ron! Hey, did you have a good summer?" Harry asked.
Ron shrugged. "Charlie came back for a visit. He was telling me about this dragon they found. Some new species and they look kinda like those blast- ended skrewt things."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. He could still remember one of Hagrid's more horrible lessons. "So have you heard from Hermione since break?"
"No I think she went off with Krum to meet his family." Ron said with a disapproving look.
Stifling a laugh Harry walked into Flourish & Blotts. "Alright Ernie you can take your break now," Harry said nodding to the blonde boy behind the counter. Turning to Ron he put on a fake grimace and said, "Unfortunately unlike some people who can just lie around and listen to dragon stories I have work to do. Of course you're welcome to stay here and hang out for awhile."
"So you finally moved out of the Dursleys then? Too bad we couldn't go and give your old cousin a visit, eh Harry?" Ron asked with his eyebrow raised menacingly. "Speaking of which, have you checked out Fred n George's new store? They bought out Zonko's and replaced it with Weasley's Wheezes. I've heard they got some wicked new tricks in. You wanna go see after you're done with this?"
"Alright then."
"Great! Well I'll see you then," Ron said and with that he got up and walked out the door.
Harry smiled at his friend's retreating back and sighing went begrudgingly back to work.
*******End Dream*******
Harry slowly opened his eyes. With a sigh he rolled over and tried to remember his dream. It was those happy memories that had kept Harry going these past few months. Ever since he'd been rotting away on the floor of this dungeon he felt like he'd been losing apart of himself. His memories like the dream he just had were fading. All he'd experienced at Hogwarts was falling from his mind. Almost as if there was a slow leak that it was seeping out of that couldn't be fixed.
A tear began forming slowly on Harry's cheek. Just thinking about the happy times he'd had with Ron earlier this year brought tears to his eyes. How far away those times seemed. He'd been without a friend, without a home, or a face to say hello to for what seemed to be an eternity. What hurt the most was that he knew he was responsible for it. He had pushed Ron away for nothing more then fame. The sorting hat was right he should have been in Slytherin. He was willing to hurt his friends in order to gain more power.
***Flashback***
"All you want is more recognition Harry. I mean your Quidditch Captain, and Head Boy. I mean your even dating the most popular girl in school for chrissakes! But you don't even care about the stuff you just do it so people will notice you! What the hell do you have to prove anyway? God everyone loves you anyway because your 'Famous Harry Potter." Ron mimicked.
The anger was boiling up and he could feel it slowly attacking his very being. Raising his wand he pointed it at Ron's head and slowly began advancing on him. "Avera Kederva," He yelled. A flash of brilliant yellow light threw Harry backwards. He saw something black and hideous come out of his wand and dart towards Ron.
***End Flashback***
A single tear slowly began rolling down his dirt streaked face and fell silently to the floor. Why had he done it? Harry kept asking himself over and over again. He could still remember everything about that horrible night. All the little details that he only wanted to forget. But what came out of his wand was a picture too horrible and gruesome to think about. Feeling his skin prickle and his palms growing clammy just from recalling that night unnerved Harry. After the horrible encounter with Ron Harry was revived only to find himself among the Death Eaters. Wherever he was now stunk of them. The very walls reeked of their foul odor and it made him sick.
A hiss and the sound of metal scraping across the floor announced to Harry that breakfast had arrived. He crossed the ground quickly and snatched the tray up, though the smell almost made him throw it down again in disgust. But Harry knew better than that. After staying here for as long as he had, he knew he had to eat the crap they were willing to give. What surprised Harry was why they even bothered. Many people would think that they poisoned the food but Harry had been here for several months eating the food they gave and he was still alive. Of course there can't be many people who would voluntarily eat the revolting stuff they gave him. Staring down at the gray goop Harry was reminded of troll mucus mixed with rotten vegetables. What made it worse for Harry was the fact that it really could be troll snot. But Harry knew he would starve unless he ate something and there was nothing else to eat. Plus there had to be some reason for keeping him around this long. What Harry didn't realize was that he would soon find out who was behind this on this very day.
"Does Harry Potter want to come out and play?" an evil voice cackled and the door to Harry's cell swung open.
Surprised Harry cautiously moved towards the door. Peering out he was taken aback at the brightness of the room. Shielding his eyes Harry stepped into a room filled with thousands of candles. They were floating from the cathedral ceiling and rows stood upon ancient mahogany book cases. Harry gasped to see a mirror standing against the far wall. Surprisingly it looked familiar and Harry realized that it was almost identical to the Mirror of Erised with only one difference; this mirror was black. Running up the mirror Harry could just make out an inscription written in curvy blood red letters Raeft sro wrou oyyl nos woh sror ri msiht. Peering greedily into the mirror Harry was disappointed to see only his dejected reflection looking back at him. Turning around slowly Harry was startled to see that he wasn't the only one in the room. What was more surprising was who was standing there.
"Neville?"
******Dream******
"Oy, Harry, wait up!" a red haired boy bellowed running up beside him.
"Ron? Ron! Hey, did you have a good summer?" Harry asked.
Ron shrugged. "Charlie came back for a visit. He was telling me about this dragon they found. Some new species and they look kinda like those blast- ended skrewt things."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. He could still remember one of Hagrid's more horrible lessons. "So have you heard from Hermione since break?"
"No I think she went off with Krum to meet his family." Ron said with a disapproving look.
Stifling a laugh Harry walked into Flourish & Blotts. "Alright Ernie you can take your break now," Harry said nodding to the blonde boy behind the counter. Turning to Ron he put on a fake grimace and said, "Unfortunately unlike some people who can just lie around and listen to dragon stories I have work to do. Of course you're welcome to stay here and hang out for awhile."
"So you finally moved out of the Dursleys then? Too bad we couldn't go and give your old cousin a visit, eh Harry?" Ron asked with his eyebrow raised menacingly. "Speaking of which, have you checked out Fred n George's new store? They bought out Zonko's and replaced it with Weasley's Wheezes. I've heard they got some wicked new tricks in. You wanna go see after you're done with this?"
"Alright then."
"Great! Well I'll see you then," Ron said and with that he got up and walked out the door.
Harry smiled at his friend's retreating back and sighing went begrudgingly back to work.
*******End Dream*******
Harry slowly opened his eyes. With a sigh he rolled over and tried to remember his dream. It was those happy memories that had kept Harry going these past few months. Ever since he'd been rotting away on the floor of this dungeon he felt like he'd been losing apart of himself. His memories like the dream he just had were fading. All he'd experienced at Hogwarts was falling from his mind. Almost as if there was a slow leak that it was seeping out of that couldn't be fixed.
A tear began forming slowly on Harry's cheek. Just thinking about the happy times he'd had with Ron earlier this year brought tears to his eyes. How far away those times seemed. He'd been without a friend, without a home, or a face to say hello to for what seemed to be an eternity. What hurt the most was that he knew he was responsible for it. He had pushed Ron away for nothing more then fame. The sorting hat was right he should have been in Slytherin. He was willing to hurt his friends in order to gain more power.
***Flashback***
"All you want is more recognition Harry. I mean your Quidditch Captain, and Head Boy. I mean your even dating the most popular girl in school for chrissakes! But you don't even care about the stuff you just do it so people will notice you! What the hell do you have to prove anyway? God everyone loves you anyway because your 'Famous Harry Potter." Ron mimicked.
The anger was boiling up and he could feel it slowly attacking his very being. Raising his wand he pointed it at Ron's head and slowly began advancing on him. "Avera Kederva," He yelled. A flash of brilliant yellow light threw Harry backwards. He saw something black and hideous come out of his wand and dart towards Ron.
***End Flashback***
A single tear slowly began rolling down his dirt streaked face and fell silently to the floor. Why had he done it? Harry kept asking himself over and over again. He could still remember everything about that horrible night. All the little details that he only wanted to forget. But what came out of his wand was a picture too horrible and gruesome to think about. Feeling his skin prickle and his palms growing clammy just from recalling that night unnerved Harry. After the horrible encounter with Ron Harry was revived only to find himself among the Death Eaters. Wherever he was now stunk of them. The very walls reeked of their foul odor and it made him sick.
A hiss and the sound of metal scraping across the floor announced to Harry that breakfast had arrived. He crossed the ground quickly and snatched the tray up, though the smell almost made him throw it down again in disgust. But Harry knew better than that. After staying here for as long as he had, he knew he had to eat the crap they were willing to give. What surprised Harry was why they even bothered. Many people would think that they poisoned the food but Harry had been here for several months eating the food they gave and he was still alive. Of course there can't be many people who would voluntarily eat the revolting stuff they gave him. Staring down at the gray goop Harry was reminded of troll mucus mixed with rotten vegetables. What made it worse for Harry was the fact that it really could be troll snot. But Harry knew he would starve unless he ate something and there was nothing else to eat. Plus there had to be some reason for keeping him around this long. What Harry didn't realize was that he would soon find out who was behind this on this very day.
"Does Harry Potter want to come out and play?" an evil voice cackled and the door to Harry's cell swung open.
Surprised Harry cautiously moved towards the door. Peering out he was taken aback at the brightness of the room. Shielding his eyes Harry stepped into a room filled with thousands of candles. They were floating from the cathedral ceiling and rows stood upon ancient mahogany book cases. Harry gasped to see a mirror standing against the far wall. Surprisingly it looked familiar and Harry realized that it was almost identical to the Mirror of Erised with only one difference; this mirror was black. Running up the mirror Harry could just make out an inscription written in curvy blood red letters Raeft sro wrou oyyl nos woh sror ri msiht. Peering greedily into the mirror Harry was disappointed to see only his dejected reflection looking back at him. Turning around slowly Harry was startled to see that he wasn't the only one in the room. What was more surprising was who was standing there.
"Neville?"
