New Style!
It was now the second week of the summer's break. Harry had gotten into an odd little routine. The day after his uncle paid him a visit; Harry had conjured a magnificent sword. The blade was a transparent white and the handle a gold lion design. Every morning Harry would conjure an opponent, practice do some push-ups and sit-ups. In the afternoon he would remember and relieve very painful memories with the help of his dagger. In the evenings Harry would practice his wandless magic. Finally for he slept only every forth night Harry would read, learning by heart almost every book he earned, especially on potions. Harry had developed some great interest in the subject.
Harry's stomach was growling, the Durley's gave him a glass of water per day and a piece of bread every third day. His body was built by all his training but was utterly skinner from lack of food. His clothes were thorn and smelly. Than it hit Harry like bludger. He could do magic and could get out of the house. Why hadn't I thought about it He hit his head and unlocked the door. The car was gone so Harry concluded that the Dursley's were out. He cast a cleaning spell on the ugly clothes he was wearing. He stuffed his invisibility cloak in his bag with his wand and a book I've gotten worst than Hermione He teased himself before heading for the door. He turned the door knob but the door budged half way open and a chubby boy started complaining. "Sorry Dudley I thought you were gone with your father." Harry said awkwardly to the boy.
"It's alright Harry care to join me" Dudley responded casually to Harry's surprise.
"Well, hmmm, ok why not" Harry finally answered. Dudley took out a pack of cigarette out of his pocket and handed one to Harry. Harry took it hesitantly and lit it. He coughed at the beginning but after a while found that it was quiet southing. He ask Dudley for a pack and Dudley gave him one, with a lighter for 10$. Harry bid him goodbye before walking to the nearest bus station and taking a bus to London. The bus ride went uneventfully and soon enough he was there. He went directly at a building only wizards saw with a panel written Gringot's Exchanges and Withdraws. Harry went in and came out with 2000$ muggle money.
The first place Harry went was at a hairdresser, he died his hair a bright blue with black shades. When he was done with casting a spell so his hear would grow that color he left for the clothing stores. When he was done buying his clothes he had a Punk-Goth style with many chains hanging from his pant, skull shaped necklaces and enough bracelets to cover his injured arms. He was walking through London quiet content when he spotted a piercing and tattoo store. He opened the door to reveal walls full of tattoos desk full of piercing and more. A salesman came near him and smiled mischievously at his look. "May I help you young man" The man said in a rusty voice.
Harry nodded "I'd like to get a piercing on the eyebrow and the tattoo of a dragon on my left shoulder"
"Fallow me" The man led him to a book with many different type of dragon, Harry finally chose a green, silver and black flying dragon with a dangerous look. The man nodded to him before asking him to sit down on a chair. Well I'll never be able to get the Dark Mark if I already have a tattoo was Harry's last thought before a stinging sensation went through his arm. About 45 minutes later the man had finished and Harry was now bearing a beautiful tattoo.
"If it is not too rude, why a dragon?" The man asked curiously. Harry's head shot up and he placed his hand on his chin. He had no idea why a dragon, he just knew that he couldn't have anything else. Harry shrugged his shoulder and started looking at the eyebrow barbells. He finally chose one with a gold spike a t each end. Not long after the piercing was done and he was out of the store and into a bus. People didn't dare look at him in the eyes and stayed away from him thanks to his new style, and that made him be in a very pleasant move.
When he went of the bus he lit himself a cigarette but realized he didn't have an ashtray for his room. He walked slowly to the store and bought a skull design portable ashtray and a box to put his cigarettes in for once in his room he was going to duplicate them. When he came out of the store he bumped into little Max Evans. A small gold object rolled out of he boy's hand. Harry caught it and realized that it was a toy snitch. Wasn't I suppose to be the only wizard in little Winding? . "Going to Hogwarts this year" Harry said kindly but the boy was still shaking in fear from Harry.
The boy's head shot up at the mention of the Wizarding School. "Yeah" he said in a small shy voice "How'd you know"
"It's been my school for the past five years" Harry helped Max up. "Are your parents wizards?"
"Well my father is a muggle and my mother a squib but I'm a wizard that's for sure" Max said very proudly before looking at his watch wide eye "sorry I have to go" and Max ran into a small road. Harry scratched his head in confusion but decided not to think about it and left for the Dursley's. They were home and Harry would be in for it but this time he could he really threaten them with magic and that pleased Harry uncontrollably.
It was about 7 o'clock. Harry opened the door and quickly went to his room to drop his bag. He had also bought food provision for about a month. "Boy! Get down here now!!" Vernon yelled and Harry obeyed with a smirk on his face.
Vernon and Petunia were in the living room waiting for him. When he entered the room Petunia fainted at the sight of him and Vernon started glairing daggers at him. "How did you get out of your room!?" Vernon half spat half yelled
"It's a simple magic trick" Harry hissed and shook his head Damn I sounded like Voldemort; I really have to watch that. I don't want to be like him, I'm not like him. He disgusts me in every way possible Harry snapped back to reality by Vernon's voice "You will not be performing those abnormal things in my house!" Vernon screeched like an terrified little girl.
"Who will stop me?" Harry replied in a calm emotionless voice before heading upstairs. Vernon fallowed him. When Harry had reached his bedroom door, Vernon pushed Harry hard on it before kicking several time in the ribs breaking a few in the process. After a few second Harry sent Vernon trashing threw the wall across from his bedroom. "You will never touch me again is that understood...Uncle Vernon" Harry said in a low menacing tone.
Vernon nodded nervously. Harry flicked his hand and everything was cleaned up and repaired. He entered his bedroom tired. He transfigured one of Dudley's old toys into a dresser and stores his new belongings. He placed the ashtray on the night stand beside the sword and dagger. Harry lit a cigarette before slowly raising the dagger and cutting between 2 bracelets. Blood started leaking between them and tears strolled down Harry's face.
Images of Sirius played in his head, others of his uncle hitting him, of the green light and the scream of a woman who died to save him, the cold dead eyes of Cederick, Death Eater meetings, tortured muggles and half muggles, and the mad laugh of Voldemort. Every painful scene he was in or had witness, all the guilt tearing his heart a part. He pressed the dagger further in his skin, threw his flesh, every time nearer to his veins but never touching. How he'd love to end it now but he couldn't. He had a mission to accomplish. He would succeed or die trying ...
His body was slowly getting numb and he felt dizziness overflow him. He stopped the blood and let the new sensation lead him to unconsciousness. The only world he respected and loved. The world where nothing is and never will. (AN: I'm getting poetic)
The last thought before he went to sleep was There's a letter on my desk. Remus finally decided to write ba....
It was now the second week of the summer's break. Harry had gotten into an odd little routine. The day after his uncle paid him a visit; Harry had conjured a magnificent sword. The blade was a transparent white and the handle a gold lion design. Every morning Harry would conjure an opponent, practice do some push-ups and sit-ups. In the afternoon he would remember and relieve very painful memories with the help of his dagger. In the evenings Harry would practice his wandless magic. Finally for he slept only every forth night Harry would read, learning by heart almost every book he earned, especially on potions. Harry had developed some great interest in the subject.
Harry's stomach was growling, the Durley's gave him a glass of water per day and a piece of bread every third day. His body was built by all his training but was utterly skinner from lack of food. His clothes were thorn and smelly. Than it hit Harry like bludger. He could do magic and could get out of the house. Why hadn't I thought about it He hit his head and unlocked the door. The car was gone so Harry concluded that the Dursley's were out. He cast a cleaning spell on the ugly clothes he was wearing. He stuffed his invisibility cloak in his bag with his wand and a book I've gotten worst than Hermione He teased himself before heading for the door. He turned the door knob but the door budged half way open and a chubby boy started complaining. "Sorry Dudley I thought you were gone with your father." Harry said awkwardly to the boy.
"It's alright Harry care to join me" Dudley responded casually to Harry's surprise.
"Well, hmmm, ok why not" Harry finally answered. Dudley took out a pack of cigarette out of his pocket and handed one to Harry. Harry took it hesitantly and lit it. He coughed at the beginning but after a while found that it was quiet southing. He ask Dudley for a pack and Dudley gave him one, with a lighter for 10$. Harry bid him goodbye before walking to the nearest bus station and taking a bus to London. The bus ride went uneventfully and soon enough he was there. He went directly at a building only wizards saw with a panel written Gringot's Exchanges and Withdraws. Harry went in and came out with 2000$ muggle money.
The first place Harry went was at a hairdresser, he died his hair a bright blue with black shades. When he was done with casting a spell so his hear would grow that color he left for the clothing stores. When he was done buying his clothes he had a Punk-Goth style with many chains hanging from his pant, skull shaped necklaces and enough bracelets to cover his injured arms. He was walking through London quiet content when he spotted a piercing and tattoo store. He opened the door to reveal walls full of tattoos desk full of piercing and more. A salesman came near him and smiled mischievously at his look. "May I help you young man" The man said in a rusty voice.
Harry nodded "I'd like to get a piercing on the eyebrow and the tattoo of a dragon on my left shoulder"
"Fallow me" The man led him to a book with many different type of dragon, Harry finally chose a green, silver and black flying dragon with a dangerous look. The man nodded to him before asking him to sit down on a chair. Well I'll never be able to get the Dark Mark if I already have a tattoo was Harry's last thought before a stinging sensation went through his arm. About 45 minutes later the man had finished and Harry was now bearing a beautiful tattoo.
"If it is not too rude, why a dragon?" The man asked curiously. Harry's head shot up and he placed his hand on his chin. He had no idea why a dragon, he just knew that he couldn't have anything else. Harry shrugged his shoulder and started looking at the eyebrow barbells. He finally chose one with a gold spike a t each end. Not long after the piercing was done and he was out of the store and into a bus. People didn't dare look at him in the eyes and stayed away from him thanks to his new style, and that made him be in a very pleasant move.
When he went of the bus he lit himself a cigarette but realized he didn't have an ashtray for his room. He walked slowly to the store and bought a skull design portable ashtray and a box to put his cigarettes in for once in his room he was going to duplicate them. When he came out of the store he bumped into little Max Evans. A small gold object rolled out of he boy's hand. Harry caught it and realized that it was a toy snitch. Wasn't I suppose to be the only wizard in little Winding? . "Going to Hogwarts this year" Harry said kindly but the boy was still shaking in fear from Harry.
The boy's head shot up at the mention of the Wizarding School. "Yeah" he said in a small shy voice "How'd you know"
"It's been my school for the past five years" Harry helped Max up. "Are your parents wizards?"
"Well my father is a muggle and my mother a squib but I'm a wizard that's for sure" Max said very proudly before looking at his watch wide eye "sorry I have to go" and Max ran into a small road. Harry scratched his head in confusion but decided not to think about it and left for the Dursley's. They were home and Harry would be in for it but this time he could he really threaten them with magic and that pleased Harry uncontrollably.
It was about 7 o'clock. Harry opened the door and quickly went to his room to drop his bag. He had also bought food provision for about a month. "Boy! Get down here now!!" Vernon yelled and Harry obeyed with a smirk on his face.
Vernon and Petunia were in the living room waiting for him. When he entered the room Petunia fainted at the sight of him and Vernon started glairing daggers at him. "How did you get out of your room!?" Vernon half spat half yelled
"It's a simple magic trick" Harry hissed and shook his head Damn I sounded like Voldemort; I really have to watch that. I don't want to be like him, I'm not like him. He disgusts me in every way possible Harry snapped back to reality by Vernon's voice "You will not be performing those abnormal things in my house!" Vernon screeched like an terrified little girl.
"Who will stop me?" Harry replied in a calm emotionless voice before heading upstairs. Vernon fallowed him. When Harry had reached his bedroom door, Vernon pushed Harry hard on it before kicking several time in the ribs breaking a few in the process. After a few second Harry sent Vernon trashing threw the wall across from his bedroom. "You will never touch me again is that understood...Uncle Vernon" Harry said in a low menacing tone.
Vernon nodded nervously. Harry flicked his hand and everything was cleaned up and repaired. He entered his bedroom tired. He transfigured one of Dudley's old toys into a dresser and stores his new belongings. He placed the ashtray on the night stand beside the sword and dagger. Harry lit a cigarette before slowly raising the dagger and cutting between 2 bracelets. Blood started leaking between them and tears strolled down Harry's face.
Images of Sirius played in his head, others of his uncle hitting him, of the green light and the scream of a woman who died to save him, the cold dead eyes of Cederick, Death Eater meetings, tortured muggles and half muggles, and the mad laugh of Voldemort. Every painful scene he was in or had witness, all the guilt tearing his heart a part. He pressed the dagger further in his skin, threw his flesh, every time nearer to his veins but never touching. How he'd love to end it now but he couldn't. He had a mission to accomplish. He would succeed or die trying ...
His body was slowly getting numb and he felt dizziness overflow him. He stopped the blood and let the new sensation lead him to unconsciousness. The only world he respected and loved. The world where nothing is and never will. (AN: I'm getting poetic)
The last thought before he went to sleep was There's a letter on my desk. Remus finally decided to write ba....