Chapter Eight:
"Yes! This is great!"
"What is?"
Harry held up the Daily Prophet. As soon as Hedwig came back he subscribed. He had to
know what was going on in the Wizarding World even though he wasn't in it.
Ian read the headline, "Coming of Age Lowered to 16 After You-Know-Who's Return."
"I can do magic! As of now I can do magic during the holidays without twenty bloody
owls showing up at my window," Harry beamed.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Remus,
I have no regrets about running away and frankly I don't care about how much trouble I'll be in when I get back. I'm safe and that's all you need to know. I'll see you at the end of summer.
Harry-
"God knows what condition he's in now," Remus said
Albus placed the letter on the kitchen table. Molly long ago abandoned her Yorkshire
Pudding and sobbed in Arthur's arms.
"That poor child..." Arthur tried to hush her but his attempts were futile.
"He's distancing himself even further. However, I believe he is safe at the moment. But I
cannot say how much longer he will be. He needs his aunt's blood protection or at the least a
Fidelius Charm," Dumbledore said.
"What he needs is us!" Remus rose and left the room abruptly.
Dumbledore sighed and slumped into a chair, he seemed to age another hundred years.
Soon this matter would be irreparable . He was failing Harry Potter again.
* * * * * * * * * *
The bile felt like it was eating away at his esophagus. His stomach was empty but yet
another round of vomit spewed out of his mouth. The bucket was overflowing with regurgitated
stomach acid.
"Uuugh, make it stop," Harry managed to choke out before the nausea over took him
once more.
"Always rough the first time around. Told you to take it easy." Ian laid on his back,
staring at the ceiling. The weed's effect had died down and he was now beggining to calm down.
He gave a little chuckle at Harry, who was green in color.
"But you'll be alright."
Harry had woken up from a short afternoon nap to find Ian baking 'special brownies' and
sipping Scotch Whiskey. Curiosity over took him and he downed two shots. Ian just watched.
"Brownies?"
"Yea. Sorry kid but they're for my customers. Besides, better go easy if you've never had
it before."
* * * * * * * * * *
He was at the top of the tower again. This time something was completely different. The
wind was gone, as well as the stars. In fact, it was broad daylight on a sunny day. Harry looked
around. He was completely alone. He escaped the clutches of the over-protective wizards around
him. He escaped the guilt caused by Sirius's death. It was just him on the top of the tower. All
was silent. Harry laid down and closed his eyes. He the happiest he had been....well, he could not
recall when he had been this happy. It was as if he were doing Occlumency without intending to.
All thoughts, memories, and feelings had completely left his mind. And then out of nowhere a
searing pain hit him on the forehead. He opened his eyes to find a ring of storm clouds
surrounding him and the tower. Lightning clashed, and thunder threatened the structure on which
he stood. He clutched his scar as it throbbed. His sight became distorted and he could have sworn
the tower started to spin around like a carnival carousel. He felt sick.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry and Ian had become fast friends over the few short weeks. Ian had been something
of a brother figure to Harry. Their pasts were somewhat similar, Harry shunned by the Dursleys
and Ian forgotten by the Lovegoods. But Ian had the dark world of drugs and alcohol he did not
want to bring Harry into. He knew it was inevitable. Over these short weeks Harry began to use
drinking and drugs as an escape from the things he knew were waiting for him at the end of the
summer. So many times Ian watched Harry slip further away from the innocent teen he once was.
He wanted to stop it with every fiber of his being, to send him back to the people that were so
desperately trying to find him. But he knew the feeling of betrayal. Though Harry had not told
Ian the entire story of Sirius's death and all the pain that had occurred afterward, Ian could
understand why he fled his world. He vowed to himself that he would take it upon himself to be a
guardian figure for the summer.
*A right job I'm doing.*
Harry's appearance had changed a great deal along with his actions. He looked more and
more like Ian everyday. The clothes he wore were none other color than black. He had grown
out his jet-black hair, which at the moment fell straight down past his ears, and was constantly in
his eyes. He even streaked it green after noticing Ian's fire-red streaks. Harry went to the great
lengths of getting his lip pierced, as well as five holes in each ear.
*Ha, this kid is sort of creepy. The last thing the world needs is another Ian on the loose.*
Ian had also thought of Harry as a brother. It had been years since he had a proper friend,
let alone any family to talk to.
"Ian, got a cigarette? I ran out." Harry brushed aside the hair in his eyes, briefly exposing
his scar before his locks blocked his sight once again.
~~~
A/N: Getting a bit frustrated with the story actually. Didn't intend for it to be angsty but I can't just put it all to a hault can I? I can either torture you people with this or give up on myself, and I'm sorry but I'd rather torture. (Mind you it's midnight here and I have no idea what I'm saying at the moment)
And as difficult as it is to believe for some people who know me- I'm not a beer drinker so I have no idea how many Harry would have to consume to get drunk. Wow, I'm really tired...read and review?
"Yes! This is great!"
"What is?"
Harry held up the Daily Prophet. As soon as Hedwig came back he subscribed. He had to
know what was going on in the Wizarding World even though he wasn't in it.
Ian read the headline, "Coming of Age Lowered to 16 After You-Know-Who's Return."
"I can do magic! As of now I can do magic during the holidays without twenty bloody
owls showing up at my window," Harry beamed.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Remus,
I have no regrets about running away and frankly I don't care about how much trouble I'll be in when I get back. I'm safe and that's all you need to know. I'll see you at the end of summer.
Harry-
"God knows what condition he's in now," Remus said
Albus placed the letter on the kitchen table. Molly long ago abandoned her Yorkshire
Pudding and sobbed in Arthur's arms.
"That poor child..." Arthur tried to hush her but his attempts were futile.
"He's distancing himself even further. However, I believe he is safe at the moment. But I
cannot say how much longer he will be. He needs his aunt's blood protection or at the least a
Fidelius Charm," Dumbledore said.
"What he needs is us!" Remus rose and left the room abruptly.
Dumbledore sighed and slumped into a chair, he seemed to age another hundred years.
Soon this matter would be irreparable . He was failing Harry Potter again.
* * * * * * * * * *
The bile felt like it was eating away at his esophagus. His stomach was empty but yet
another round of vomit spewed out of his mouth. The bucket was overflowing with regurgitated
stomach acid.
"Uuugh, make it stop," Harry managed to choke out before the nausea over took him
once more.
"Always rough the first time around. Told you to take it easy." Ian laid on his back,
staring at the ceiling. The weed's effect had died down and he was now beggining to calm down.
He gave a little chuckle at Harry, who was green in color.
"But you'll be alright."
Harry had woken up from a short afternoon nap to find Ian baking 'special brownies' and
sipping Scotch Whiskey. Curiosity over took him and he downed two shots. Ian just watched.
"Brownies?"
"Yea. Sorry kid but they're for my customers. Besides, better go easy if you've never had
it before."
* * * * * * * * * *
He was at the top of the tower again. This time something was completely different. The
wind was gone, as well as the stars. In fact, it was broad daylight on a sunny day. Harry looked
around. He was completely alone. He escaped the clutches of the over-protective wizards around
him. He escaped the guilt caused by Sirius's death. It was just him on the top of the tower. All
was silent. Harry laid down and closed his eyes. He the happiest he had been....well, he could not
recall when he had been this happy. It was as if he were doing Occlumency without intending to.
All thoughts, memories, and feelings had completely left his mind. And then out of nowhere a
searing pain hit him on the forehead. He opened his eyes to find a ring of storm clouds
surrounding him and the tower. Lightning clashed, and thunder threatened the structure on which
he stood. He clutched his scar as it throbbed. His sight became distorted and he could have sworn
the tower started to spin around like a carnival carousel. He felt sick.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry and Ian had become fast friends over the few short weeks. Ian had been something
of a brother figure to Harry. Their pasts were somewhat similar, Harry shunned by the Dursleys
and Ian forgotten by the Lovegoods. But Ian had the dark world of drugs and alcohol he did not
want to bring Harry into. He knew it was inevitable. Over these short weeks Harry began to use
drinking and drugs as an escape from the things he knew were waiting for him at the end of the
summer. So many times Ian watched Harry slip further away from the innocent teen he once was.
He wanted to stop it with every fiber of his being, to send him back to the people that were so
desperately trying to find him. But he knew the feeling of betrayal. Though Harry had not told
Ian the entire story of Sirius's death and all the pain that had occurred afterward, Ian could
understand why he fled his world. He vowed to himself that he would take it upon himself to be a
guardian figure for the summer.
*A right job I'm doing.*
Harry's appearance had changed a great deal along with his actions. He looked more and
more like Ian everyday. The clothes he wore were none other color than black. He had grown
out his jet-black hair, which at the moment fell straight down past his ears, and was constantly in
his eyes. He even streaked it green after noticing Ian's fire-red streaks. Harry went to the great
lengths of getting his lip pierced, as well as five holes in each ear.
*Ha, this kid is sort of creepy. The last thing the world needs is another Ian on the loose.*
Ian had also thought of Harry as a brother. It had been years since he had a proper friend,
let alone any family to talk to.
"Ian, got a cigarette? I ran out." Harry brushed aside the hair in his eyes, briefly exposing
his scar before his locks blocked his sight once again.
~~~
A/N: Getting a bit frustrated with the story actually. Didn't intend for it to be angsty but I can't just put it all to a hault can I? I can either torture you people with this or give up on myself, and I'm sorry but I'd rather torture. (Mind you it's midnight here and I have no idea what I'm saying at the moment)
And as difficult as it is to believe for some people who know me- I'm not a beer drinker so I have no idea how many Harry would have to consume to get drunk. Wow, I'm really tired...read and review?