Emerald Eyes
Author: Her-mee-o-ninny (but you can call me Danni) Title: Emerald Eyes Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Sigh...I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making money from this story. A/N: Hey everyone! Just to clear things up before I start, I have decided to use my title for another fanfic I had started and abandoned (Emerald EyesJ/L fanfic) and am now using it with this H/Hr fanfic. I have started and abandoned many fanfics before, but I hope to complete this one. Please make sure you read and review!! This will be a fairly short fanfic, but I still hope you all enjoy it!! Danni
Chapter One: Lost
A chilling voice splintered the night. "Avada Kedav—"
A raven-haired boy, seventeen years of age, abruptly sat up in bed, covered in a cold sweat. He attempted to glance around looking for the threat that was miles and miles away from him, but the darkness of the night seemed to overwhelm his room. The boy reached over to his bedside table, searching for his glasses, however, the only thing that landed in his grasp was air. He quickly brought his hand up to his eyes and realized that he had, once again, fallen asleep with his glasses on. The darkness of the room made it impossible to see, however he knew that his spectacles had indeed cracked for a fifth time that summer. He took off his glasses, rummaged through the bed sheets to find his wand, and muttered an incantation to repair his frames. Even though the pitch dark appeared to engulf him, he put his glasses back on, due to mere habit. Meanwhile, he simply sat there in silence, thinking about nothing and everything.
Then, realizing that he had been sitting in a blanket of darkness for what had seemed an eternity, he sighed and shook his head.
"Some wizard you are, Harry," he muttered to himself before picking his wand up once again and whispering, "Lumos". With a small green light, radiating from his wand, the boy glanced around his room once again, this time able to see everything.
His room was in utter disarray. Books, parchment, quills, robes, oversized muggle clothing, Quidditch equipment, and every other possible item Harry owned was strewn across his floor, desk, chair, and bed. A simple cleaning spell would have immediately fixed this problem, however at this point Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, didn't care. He wanted to have some normality in his life. It was what he had always desired. Harry had always wished to be a normal boy, with a normal life, but unfortunately, he was far from this.
During the end of his sixth year, Harry had tasted normality. He had dated Ginny Weasley, Harry's best friend Ron's sister. Ginny's "schoolgirl crush" on Harry had indeed disappeared for several years, however by the end of their sixth year at Hogwarts, Ginny's crush on Harry had reappeared, however it had matured to a strong love for him. They had prevailed against Voldemort earlier that year, side-by-side along with Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and the Order of the Pheonix, each friendship becoming immensely stronger. Harry had always liked Ginny, but always as a close friend. He had been deeply flattered, apart from being utterly embarrassed, by Ginny's interest in him, however these feelings never truly amounted to anything. Nevertheless, Harry had agreed to date Ginny after being asked numerous times by her rather annoying fifth-year friends.
Harry had enjoyed their various dates, but something had always seemed missing. Unfortunately for him, Ginny didn't seem to feel the same way. She appeared to be even more in love with Harry, which made things extremely difficult for him. Eventually, Harry was forced to break up with Ginny before her feelings for him became too serious.
Once this happened, things just didn't go well at all. Ginny was sincerely heart-broken. Ron, who had always been a brother to Harry, refused to speak to him. Neville and Luna seemed to understand completely, despite the small hint of disappointment they showed through their letters. Hermione...well, Harry wasn't sure about Hermione. She hadn't owled him since they had left Hogwarts, which was quite unlike her, even if she was upset with him. 'What DOES Hermione think of all this? I wonder what she's been doing. Heh, probably a jumpstart on homework, no doubt. Hmm...Where's Hedwig?' Harry thought to himself, squinting out the window in search for even a shadow to indicate where Hedwig was.
Harry decided to simply start a letter to Hermione now and wait for Hedwig to return. He grabbed a piece of parchment from his floor, as well as a quill, and crept over to his desk with his lit wand in his hand, quietly as possible so as not to wake the Dursleys. Harry then flicked on his lamp on his desk, cleared away the pile of parchment and books, and put out the light glowing from his wand tip. He dipped the quill into the inkbottle he had left on his desk the day before and began to write.
While he had been writing, however, memories flooded through his mind, the most vivid being of Sirius. Harry had at first believed numerous times that Sirius would be coming back, that Sirius was not dead. It wasn't fair that he had already lost his parents, but that he also lost the one person in the world that had been both a friend and a father figure to him. In a flash, Harry's dreams of having a somewhat normal life were over. Sirius's life was over. Eventually, Harry had given up on the hope of Sirius returning. 'Dead is dead, there is no coming back' he would say to himself. He had even turned his grief and guilt into determination to once and for all destroy Voldemort. But, now that he thought about it, what DID he have left to live for? He had no family, except for the Dursleys. 'Hmph...they can go jump off a bridge for all I care' he thought to himself. He did have friends, however they had all been distant, even if it had only been a few weeks since they left school. 'Voldemort's gone, which kinda eliminates saving the world' he muttered sarcastically. He had no hobbies, no goals, no reasons to continue on. 'Voldemort's been the death of me...' he thought, coming to his own realization. Suddenly, Harry chided himself for getting himself worked up. He wiped his mind clear and returned to his letter.
After close to an hour, Harry had finished the letter. 'Take long enough, Harry?' he heard a voice say in his head. Harry smirked and looked at the window through which he spotted a rather abnormal shadow. In flew Hedwig, back from a midnight flight, most likely full from the various rodents she had found.
"Hello, Hedwig." he greeted the owl, sleepily. Hedwig hooted happily and stuck her leg out for Harry. He had just realized that Hedwig had a piece of parchment for him. "Oh! Sorry Hedwig...thanks," Harry said, while untying the letter. Hedwig nipped his hand affectionately and flew over to her cage. Harry stood there looking at the letter, in complete shock.
Around Harry, the walls felt like they were closing in. The darkness of the room seemed to enhance even further. Harry felt completely alone, and all from simply recognizing the messy handwriting on the parchment. Harry backed up, intending to find his bed before his knees gave out. Reaching for his bed behind him, while still staring at the letter he had received, Harry felt the mattress and slowly sat down. The utter silence was deafening. Harry opened the letter, his eyes darting down to the bottom of the letter. His suspicions were indeed correct. The letter was from Sirius.
A/N: Sorry it's soooo short...but I thought this'd be a good place to leave ya for now. (mwa hahaha, lol) Please please pleeeeeaaassseee review!!! If ya don't review, my inspiration will be flushed down the toilet and I'll end up abandoning this fanfic too, lol. Good or bad comments are welcome. I'm tough...I can handle "constructive criticism", hehe. Next chapter will be comin soon!!!
Author: Her-mee-o-ninny (but you can call me Danni) Title: Emerald Eyes Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Sigh...I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making money from this story. A/N: Hey everyone! Just to clear things up before I start, I have decided to use my title for another fanfic I had started and abandoned (Emerald EyesJ/L fanfic) and am now using it with this H/Hr fanfic. I have started and abandoned many fanfics before, but I hope to complete this one. Please make sure you read and review!! This will be a fairly short fanfic, but I still hope you all enjoy it!! Danni
Chapter One: Lost
A chilling voice splintered the night. "Avada Kedav—"
A raven-haired boy, seventeen years of age, abruptly sat up in bed, covered in a cold sweat. He attempted to glance around looking for the threat that was miles and miles away from him, but the darkness of the night seemed to overwhelm his room. The boy reached over to his bedside table, searching for his glasses, however, the only thing that landed in his grasp was air. He quickly brought his hand up to his eyes and realized that he had, once again, fallen asleep with his glasses on. The darkness of the room made it impossible to see, however he knew that his spectacles had indeed cracked for a fifth time that summer. He took off his glasses, rummaged through the bed sheets to find his wand, and muttered an incantation to repair his frames. Even though the pitch dark appeared to engulf him, he put his glasses back on, due to mere habit. Meanwhile, he simply sat there in silence, thinking about nothing and everything.
Then, realizing that he had been sitting in a blanket of darkness for what had seemed an eternity, he sighed and shook his head.
"Some wizard you are, Harry," he muttered to himself before picking his wand up once again and whispering, "Lumos". With a small green light, radiating from his wand, the boy glanced around his room once again, this time able to see everything.
His room was in utter disarray. Books, parchment, quills, robes, oversized muggle clothing, Quidditch equipment, and every other possible item Harry owned was strewn across his floor, desk, chair, and bed. A simple cleaning spell would have immediately fixed this problem, however at this point Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, didn't care. He wanted to have some normality in his life. It was what he had always desired. Harry had always wished to be a normal boy, with a normal life, but unfortunately, he was far from this.
During the end of his sixth year, Harry had tasted normality. He had dated Ginny Weasley, Harry's best friend Ron's sister. Ginny's "schoolgirl crush" on Harry had indeed disappeared for several years, however by the end of their sixth year at Hogwarts, Ginny's crush on Harry had reappeared, however it had matured to a strong love for him. They had prevailed against Voldemort earlier that year, side-by-side along with Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and the Order of the Pheonix, each friendship becoming immensely stronger. Harry had always liked Ginny, but always as a close friend. He had been deeply flattered, apart from being utterly embarrassed, by Ginny's interest in him, however these feelings never truly amounted to anything. Nevertheless, Harry had agreed to date Ginny after being asked numerous times by her rather annoying fifth-year friends.
Harry had enjoyed their various dates, but something had always seemed missing. Unfortunately for him, Ginny didn't seem to feel the same way. She appeared to be even more in love with Harry, which made things extremely difficult for him. Eventually, Harry was forced to break up with Ginny before her feelings for him became too serious.
Once this happened, things just didn't go well at all. Ginny was sincerely heart-broken. Ron, who had always been a brother to Harry, refused to speak to him. Neville and Luna seemed to understand completely, despite the small hint of disappointment they showed through their letters. Hermione...well, Harry wasn't sure about Hermione. She hadn't owled him since they had left Hogwarts, which was quite unlike her, even if she was upset with him. 'What DOES Hermione think of all this? I wonder what she's been doing. Heh, probably a jumpstart on homework, no doubt. Hmm...Where's Hedwig?' Harry thought to himself, squinting out the window in search for even a shadow to indicate where Hedwig was.
Harry decided to simply start a letter to Hermione now and wait for Hedwig to return. He grabbed a piece of parchment from his floor, as well as a quill, and crept over to his desk with his lit wand in his hand, quietly as possible so as not to wake the Dursleys. Harry then flicked on his lamp on his desk, cleared away the pile of parchment and books, and put out the light glowing from his wand tip. He dipped the quill into the inkbottle he had left on his desk the day before and began to write.
While he had been writing, however, memories flooded through his mind, the most vivid being of Sirius. Harry had at first believed numerous times that Sirius would be coming back, that Sirius was not dead. It wasn't fair that he had already lost his parents, but that he also lost the one person in the world that had been both a friend and a father figure to him. In a flash, Harry's dreams of having a somewhat normal life were over. Sirius's life was over. Eventually, Harry had given up on the hope of Sirius returning. 'Dead is dead, there is no coming back' he would say to himself. He had even turned his grief and guilt into determination to once and for all destroy Voldemort. But, now that he thought about it, what DID he have left to live for? He had no family, except for the Dursleys. 'Hmph...they can go jump off a bridge for all I care' he thought to himself. He did have friends, however they had all been distant, even if it had only been a few weeks since they left school. 'Voldemort's gone, which kinda eliminates saving the world' he muttered sarcastically. He had no hobbies, no goals, no reasons to continue on. 'Voldemort's been the death of me...' he thought, coming to his own realization. Suddenly, Harry chided himself for getting himself worked up. He wiped his mind clear and returned to his letter.
After close to an hour, Harry had finished the letter. 'Take long enough, Harry?' he heard a voice say in his head. Harry smirked and looked at the window through which he spotted a rather abnormal shadow. In flew Hedwig, back from a midnight flight, most likely full from the various rodents she had found.
"Hello, Hedwig." he greeted the owl, sleepily. Hedwig hooted happily and stuck her leg out for Harry. He had just realized that Hedwig had a piece of parchment for him. "Oh! Sorry Hedwig...thanks," Harry said, while untying the letter. Hedwig nipped his hand affectionately and flew over to her cage. Harry stood there looking at the letter, in complete shock.
Around Harry, the walls felt like they were closing in. The darkness of the room seemed to enhance even further. Harry felt completely alone, and all from simply recognizing the messy handwriting on the parchment. Harry backed up, intending to find his bed before his knees gave out. Reaching for his bed behind him, while still staring at the letter he had received, Harry felt the mattress and slowly sat down. The utter silence was deafening. Harry opened the letter, his eyes darting down to the bottom of the letter. His suspicions were indeed correct. The letter was from Sirius.
A/N: Sorry it's soooo short...but I thought this'd be a good place to leave ya for now. (mwa hahaha, lol) Please please pleeeeeaaassseee review!!! If ya don't review, my inspiration will be flushed down the toilet and I'll end up abandoning this fanfic too, lol. Good or bad comments are welcome. I'm tough...I can handle "constructive criticism", hehe. Next chapter will be comin soon!!!