Harry Potter Fan fiction
Harry Potter, a boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes, walked down to Hagrid's house at the end of Hogwarts property. It was a warm and clear night, for it was only September and although students shouldn't be out of bed after dark Harry was anyway. He didn't feel like paying attention to rules anymore-not that he ever did-but now that his godfather Sirius was gone he didn't care for anything or anybody. Now that Sirius was gone he walked around in a daze, never did his homework and fought against everyone.
Harry couldn't sleep tonight, he could never sleep. He needed someone to talk to, someone who'd actually listen. Do I honestly think that Hagrid will listen? No one else ever does, he thought. Is this even why I'm out of bed after dark? The truth was, Harry didn't know what he was doing out of bed that night. It was just the same old routine he had used every other night over the summer holidays. The same feeling of being lost, never knowing where he really was. Turning around one moment and forget what he was going to do. He couldn't remember waking up.
The more he thought about it, the more he started to believe what he had heard everyone say about him over the past few days. I think that Potter kids insane, he had heard one second year say at lunch time, this very day. The Slytherin's had given him a new nickname, psycho! He had even heard Professor Flitwick mention that Harry didn't seem right in the head, when he thought no-one was listening.
"No-one understands how hard it is to be me, Harry Potter!" he muttered, "Always be chased around by some idiot reporter, being lied to about myself, losing Sirius, having Voldemort after me....."
Suddenly, Harry had the feeling that he was being watched. He couldn't say from what direction, so he looked behind him and then to the right and left. No-one was there.
"Maybe it's just the mad mind of Harry Potter," he whispered angrily.
He spun around again, when he heard a stick crack and break. Looking in the direction he had heard the sound, no-one could be seen.
"Or maybe," he said, more calmly and suspiciously this time, "it's someone that wishes me to think that it's the mad mind of Harry Potter."
Looking in the direction of the noise, only the rustling leaves against the wind being heard, he realized that where he was facing was the forbidden forest. Fear took him at once. Fear that who was behind that leafy wall was one of the people he hated the most, the person he despised the most. Fear that this person had come to kill him. Then, he felt joy! Joy, that this person would kill him. Thoughts started to fill his head about how great it would be to see Sirius again, his parents! He thought about being away from the madness of his life, no reporters, no Dumbledore, but no Ron or Hermione?
He felt very ashamed of himself and how he had been treating his two best friends for the past two weeks. They had listened to him. They were always there for him. Wasn't it he who was pushing them away? "Yes," was his silent answer to the dark and the mystery person behind that green curtain who only seconds before Harry had hoped would kill him.
Harry Potter, a boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes, walked down to Hagrid's house at the end of Hogwarts property. It was a warm and clear night, for it was only September and although students shouldn't be out of bed after dark Harry was anyway. He didn't feel like paying attention to rules anymore-not that he ever did-but now that his godfather Sirius was gone he didn't care for anything or anybody. Now that Sirius was gone he walked around in a daze, never did his homework and fought against everyone.
Harry couldn't sleep tonight, he could never sleep. He needed someone to talk to, someone who'd actually listen. Do I honestly think that Hagrid will listen? No one else ever does, he thought. Is this even why I'm out of bed after dark? The truth was, Harry didn't know what he was doing out of bed that night. It was just the same old routine he had used every other night over the summer holidays. The same feeling of being lost, never knowing where he really was. Turning around one moment and forget what he was going to do. He couldn't remember waking up.
The more he thought about it, the more he started to believe what he had heard everyone say about him over the past few days. I think that Potter kids insane, he had heard one second year say at lunch time, this very day. The Slytherin's had given him a new nickname, psycho! He had even heard Professor Flitwick mention that Harry didn't seem right in the head, when he thought no-one was listening.
"No-one understands how hard it is to be me, Harry Potter!" he muttered, "Always be chased around by some idiot reporter, being lied to about myself, losing Sirius, having Voldemort after me....."
Suddenly, Harry had the feeling that he was being watched. He couldn't say from what direction, so he looked behind him and then to the right and left. No-one was there.
"Maybe it's just the mad mind of Harry Potter," he whispered angrily.
He spun around again, when he heard a stick crack and break. Looking in the direction he had heard the sound, no-one could be seen.
"Or maybe," he said, more calmly and suspiciously this time, "it's someone that wishes me to think that it's the mad mind of Harry Potter."
Looking in the direction of the noise, only the rustling leaves against the wind being heard, he realized that where he was facing was the forbidden forest. Fear took him at once. Fear that who was behind that leafy wall was one of the people he hated the most, the person he despised the most. Fear that this person had come to kill him. Then, he felt joy! Joy, that this person would kill him. Thoughts started to fill his head about how great it would be to see Sirius again, his parents! He thought about being away from the madness of his life, no reporters, no Dumbledore, but no Ron or Hermione?
He felt very ashamed of himself and how he had been treating his two best friends for the past two weeks. They had listened to him. They were always there for him. Wasn't it he who was pushing them away? "Yes," was his silent answer to the dark and the mystery person behind that green curtain who only seconds before Harry had hoped would kill him.