The Bond
Chapter 3—Lost Childhood
Disclaimer: If you recognize anything here from Harry Potter, chances are that it probably is from Harry Potter. Kapish?
After Petunia and Harry had finished talking, Petunia had jumped to her feet and ran towards the kitchen, insisting that she needed to make lunch. Harry just sat there for a moment before ascending the stairs to take a shower. He collected some spare clothes out of his room and headed for the bathroom. Setting his things down, he turned the hot water all the way on so that the bathroom mirror fogged up.
Undressing, he climbed into the scalding shower, feeling his weariness wash down the drain with the water. He stood there, letting the water wash over him, feeling as if he were being born again.
Feeling a whole lot better, Harry climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his middle. He wiped the fogged mirror with his hand so that he could see himself. He was starting to look fit and built, most likely caused by the amount of manual labor he had been doing over the past few weeks. His messy black hair, momentarily flattened by the weight of water, was falling in his emerald eyes and was beginning to obtain its tousled look again as it dried.
He put his clothes on and gathered up his dirty garments. Walking out of the bathroom, he threw his clothes in the laundry room and walked downstairs. He found Aunt Petunia in the kitchen, making roast beef sandwiches. When Harry walked in, Petunia looked up quickly, as if she had completely forgotten where she was and Harry had just reminded her.
Petunia separated the sandwiches onto two plates and handed Harry one, keeping one for her. They sat at opposite ends of the table, facing each other. They didn't talk but, then again, so much had already been said today.
Chewing his sandwich, Harry looked out the window at the bright day outside. Across the street, a group of children were playing in the sprinkler, savoring the summer's day. Harry envied them. He never really had a childhood (the Dursleys made sure of that.) and now it was much too late for him to enjoy one now. Those children, so carefree, knew nothing of the horrors Harry had experienced and Harry hoped to God they never did. But, with the threat of Voldemort over them, there was a very high chance that they just might meet the Dark Lord themselves.
Chapter 3—Lost Childhood
Disclaimer: If you recognize anything here from Harry Potter, chances are that it probably is from Harry Potter. Kapish?
After Petunia and Harry had finished talking, Petunia had jumped to her feet and ran towards the kitchen, insisting that she needed to make lunch. Harry just sat there for a moment before ascending the stairs to take a shower. He collected some spare clothes out of his room and headed for the bathroom. Setting his things down, he turned the hot water all the way on so that the bathroom mirror fogged up.
Undressing, he climbed into the scalding shower, feeling his weariness wash down the drain with the water. He stood there, letting the water wash over him, feeling as if he were being born again.
Feeling a whole lot better, Harry climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his middle. He wiped the fogged mirror with his hand so that he could see himself. He was starting to look fit and built, most likely caused by the amount of manual labor he had been doing over the past few weeks. His messy black hair, momentarily flattened by the weight of water, was falling in his emerald eyes and was beginning to obtain its tousled look again as it dried.
He put his clothes on and gathered up his dirty garments. Walking out of the bathroom, he threw his clothes in the laundry room and walked downstairs. He found Aunt Petunia in the kitchen, making roast beef sandwiches. When Harry walked in, Petunia looked up quickly, as if she had completely forgotten where she was and Harry had just reminded her.
Petunia separated the sandwiches onto two plates and handed Harry one, keeping one for her. They sat at opposite ends of the table, facing each other. They didn't talk but, then again, so much had already been said today.
Chewing his sandwich, Harry looked out the window at the bright day outside. Across the street, a group of children were playing in the sprinkler, savoring the summer's day. Harry envied them. He never really had a childhood (the Dursleys made sure of that.) and now it was much too late for him to enjoy one now. Those children, so carefree, knew nothing of the horrors Harry had experienced and Harry hoped to God they never did. But, with the threat of Voldemort over them, there was a very high chance that they just might meet the Dark Lord themselves.