Christmas came, which meant Harry had to go home. He wished he could stay, but then he knew that hardly anyone was staying. Even Ron was going home.
Harry tossed the last of his clothes into his trunk and clicked it shut.
Moments later, Draco sauntered over and jumped onto Harry's bed as if it were his own. ''So Potty, when are you leaving?''
''So eager to get rid of me?''
''Of course.'' Draco replied.
''Right after breakfast.''
''Hmm, same. Be seeing you next year huh.''
''Right.''
~~~
Harry didn't like spending Christmas at home. The only time he ever remembers enjoying Christmas was when his parents decided on a vacation in France for the winder hols.
This year, like every year, there would be wrapped presents. Even in amount, but vastly different, value-wise. They never knew what to give Harry, so he usually got a lot of worthless things that he didn't like. The year before his brother had gotten a Muggle remote race car, whereas Harry got a set of four packs of exploding snaps. Harry hated exploding snaps.
The only time Harry ever got something he wanted was when his parents realized they had given Jerry an extra gift. So they took Harry out and he ended up buying the Merlin book in the bookstore. He really liked Merlin, he was fascinating, innovative, and a bit of a recluse. Harry liked that, he felt he could relate to Merlin because of that.
This year, they both got two presents from their parents, one from their each of grandparents. So they had about six presents.
Jerry, as usual, went for the largest present in this stack, Harry, liked to go for the smallest one, that way you could build up in anticipation.
He reached out and got the semi-flat looking present, and opened it. He gasped, inside was his father's invisibility cloak. He always thought his father would give this to Jerry!
Harry hurried over to his parents with a giant grin on his face, ''Thank you so much!''
His father looked like he was going to say something, but Harry gave him a hug and kept saying thank you over and over again. So James didn't say anything.
Harry kept the precious invisibility cloak in his lap the entire time he continued to unwrap the other gifts and held onto it for the rest of the night.
~~~
That night Harry was going to go to down to the kitchen to get a drink of water, when he heard voices... distressed voices.
''I must have messed up the tags on the present.'' Harry's father grumbled.
''It's all right, you saw how happy the present made Harry. Maybe it'll be for the better.'' Lily soothed him.
''But it was supposed to be for Jerry!''
''Just leave it be. It'll be cruel to take it away from Harry now, you saw how he was carrying it around the whole time.''
''I guess, but... it was like my legacy. Being passed down to Jerry.''
Harry sank down against the railing of the stairs and stared off into the distance. Of course the best present he ever got was actually meant for Jerry.
But he wasn't going to return it. The invisibility cloak had lost it's preciousness and dearness in his heart, but he wasn't stupid enough to give it away for such silly reasons. It was very valuable and rare after all.
Harry brought a hand up to the bridge of his nose and tried to pinch away the pressure behind his forehead, behind his eyes. There was no use throwing a tantrum and crying over such small things. He had to live with his parents and brother for the next seven years after all.
He quietly picked himself up and headed back up the stairs. But not before hearing that same horrible phrase echo through his head.
''Jacob have I loved, Esau have I hated...''
And in the darkness, the creature let out a quiet sinister titter.
~~~
A/N: I'm trying my best to not create any couples (except for Ron and Hermione, I do want to keep that aspect of the book). The problem is, I have a hard time making any sort of female pairing with Harry simply because I guess I always saw Harry as alone... Although I do write slash, I don't think I will for this story because I think a lot of really really good fanfiction writers, like ones that should be published, already write slash and I guess I think they've already cornered the market on writing mindblowing epics that are completely uncomparable and I worship the ground they walk on. But at the same time, sympathize those who don't read slash. I think gen. stories can reach the same maturity as decent slash stories, but you just have to be careful. Even I'm scolding myself a few times as I go back and read and find some out of character moments.
I'm striving to not create a cliched story, although I can guess that there may be one or two out there that start off similarly where Harry has a twin. Well, considering the thousands of HP stories out there, It's not really possible to not overlap something, even if you think your idea is original *wince*.
I hope no one was turned away from the Troll scene because you were thinking, "Holy shit! This is turning into a Gary Stu." I assure you, it's not. Why? Because I've already got a lot of it mapped out and I sure as hell am not going to let it become a Gary Stu. If he does, I'll have him killed off or something. Yeah... Gary Stus are the devil. That said... hope you enjoyed the installment and thank you to everyone one who responded.
Harry tossed the last of his clothes into his trunk and clicked it shut.
Moments later, Draco sauntered over and jumped onto Harry's bed as if it were his own. ''So Potty, when are you leaving?''
''So eager to get rid of me?''
''Of course.'' Draco replied.
''Right after breakfast.''
''Hmm, same. Be seeing you next year huh.''
''Right.''
~~~
Harry didn't like spending Christmas at home. The only time he ever remembers enjoying Christmas was when his parents decided on a vacation in France for the winder hols.
This year, like every year, there would be wrapped presents. Even in amount, but vastly different, value-wise. They never knew what to give Harry, so he usually got a lot of worthless things that he didn't like. The year before his brother had gotten a Muggle remote race car, whereas Harry got a set of four packs of exploding snaps. Harry hated exploding snaps.
The only time Harry ever got something he wanted was when his parents realized they had given Jerry an extra gift. So they took Harry out and he ended up buying the Merlin book in the bookstore. He really liked Merlin, he was fascinating, innovative, and a bit of a recluse. Harry liked that, he felt he could relate to Merlin because of that.
This year, they both got two presents from their parents, one from their each of grandparents. So they had about six presents.
Jerry, as usual, went for the largest present in this stack, Harry, liked to go for the smallest one, that way you could build up in anticipation.
He reached out and got the semi-flat looking present, and opened it. He gasped, inside was his father's invisibility cloak. He always thought his father would give this to Jerry!
Harry hurried over to his parents with a giant grin on his face, ''Thank you so much!''
His father looked like he was going to say something, but Harry gave him a hug and kept saying thank you over and over again. So James didn't say anything.
Harry kept the precious invisibility cloak in his lap the entire time he continued to unwrap the other gifts and held onto it for the rest of the night.
~~~
That night Harry was going to go to down to the kitchen to get a drink of water, when he heard voices... distressed voices.
''I must have messed up the tags on the present.'' Harry's father grumbled.
''It's all right, you saw how happy the present made Harry. Maybe it'll be for the better.'' Lily soothed him.
''But it was supposed to be for Jerry!''
''Just leave it be. It'll be cruel to take it away from Harry now, you saw how he was carrying it around the whole time.''
''I guess, but... it was like my legacy. Being passed down to Jerry.''
Harry sank down against the railing of the stairs and stared off into the distance. Of course the best present he ever got was actually meant for Jerry.
But he wasn't going to return it. The invisibility cloak had lost it's preciousness and dearness in his heart, but he wasn't stupid enough to give it away for such silly reasons. It was very valuable and rare after all.
Harry brought a hand up to the bridge of his nose and tried to pinch away the pressure behind his forehead, behind his eyes. There was no use throwing a tantrum and crying over such small things. He had to live with his parents and brother for the next seven years after all.
He quietly picked himself up and headed back up the stairs. But not before hearing that same horrible phrase echo through his head.
''Jacob have I loved, Esau have I hated...''
And in the darkness, the creature let out a quiet sinister titter.
~~~
A/N: I'm trying my best to not create any couples (except for Ron and Hermione, I do want to keep that aspect of the book). The problem is, I have a hard time making any sort of female pairing with Harry simply because I guess I always saw Harry as alone... Although I do write slash, I don't think I will for this story because I think a lot of really really good fanfiction writers, like ones that should be published, already write slash and I guess I think they've already cornered the market on writing mindblowing epics that are completely uncomparable and I worship the ground they walk on. But at the same time, sympathize those who don't read slash. I think gen. stories can reach the same maturity as decent slash stories, but you just have to be careful. Even I'm scolding myself a few times as I go back and read and find some out of character moments.
I'm striving to not create a cliched story, although I can guess that there may be one or two out there that start off similarly where Harry has a twin. Well, considering the thousands of HP stories out there, It's not really possible to not overlap something, even if you think your idea is original *wince*.
I hope no one was turned away from the Troll scene because you were thinking, "Holy shit! This is turning into a Gary Stu." I assure you, it's not. Why? Because I've already got a lot of it mapped out and I sure as hell am not going to let it become a Gary Stu. If he does, I'll have him killed off or something. Yeah... Gary Stus are the devil. That said... hope you enjoyed the installment and thank you to everyone one who responded.