Crying in the Street
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, 'cause if I did I would be filthy rich and selling this piece of bull to publishers for an outrageous amount instead of uploading it to FanFiction.net for free. Incase you were wondering, JK Rowling owns the story.
A/N Thanks sosososososo much to my reviewers! Answers after this chappie and an explanation as to why I didn't update yesterday! I'm really really sorry about that! So stay tuned!
Lupin walked Harry back home and watched him climb back up the lattice- work. After he was safely in the window, Lupin turned around and shook his head. "Poor Harry." He said softly to no one in particular and for no particular reason, then disapparated with a small pop.
He only knew the half of it.
As Harry entered his room, he let out a small sigh and sat down on his bed. Hedwig flew over to greet him and he began to sub-consciously pet her. He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep; he had not slept in days. But he couldn't stand to be awake, alone with his thoughts. Yet he wanted to be alone, because if he was with someone, he would be expected to do or say something. The only escape he could think of was sleep, but the things on his conscious made that impossible.
Deciding that he would at least attempt to sleep, he put Hedwig in her cage and turned the light out. He crawled under the covers then closed his eyes, hoping for sleep to eventually come ease his troubled mind. After a few moments pictures begin to form on the back of his eyelids. It's Sirius and Bellatrix. They're in the Department of Mysteries, dueling again. It's happening in his mind exactly as it had happened in real life. But Harry found himself hoping that it would be different this time. That he would make it. As Bellatrix cast the spell, Sirius began to fall backwards in slow motion towards the Veil. Though Harry knows that what will happen is inevitable, he cannot bring himself to open his eyes. If only he could regain his balance, or push himself away.
It ends as it always does in his memory. He falls through the curtain, not to return. Harry opens his eyes then turns over and smashes his face into the pillow and screams. Then he grabs it with both hands on either end, pulls it out from under himself and begins to pull on it and rip it out of rage.
"Why was I so stupid?!?!" He shouted to himself. "Why did I have to play the hero?!?! I should've remembered the mirrors!!!! I should've known that Kreacher wouldn't tell me the truth!! I shouldn't have tried to play the hero. That's how Cedric died. That's how Si-Sirius died. I should've known that Voldemort would try to-try to fool me into his trap. Why was I so stupid? Why was I so stupid?" As Uncle Vernon opened the door Harry stormed out of the room past him. He went down the stairs in a fury and the front door burst open. He marched out of the door and down the garden path, shouting at himself all the way. He didn't know where he was going or why.
Then, as he began to scream to himself that he was a cretin again, he realized with irony that running into the street and screaming Bloody Mary was very idiotic and rash. He felt like such a dolt that he collapsed onto his knees right there in the middle of the street.
"Why?" He sobbed as he pounded on the ground. "Why? Why? Why?!" It was no question in particular, just a general why. Why did Sirius have to die? Why did Cedric die? Why did he have to act like such a brave little git all of the time? Why did he have to be the one?
It took him a few moments to realize that he was being watched. He turned his tear-stained face towards the garden gate to see the Dursley family looking at him dumbfounded. Every moment or two, Aunt Petunia would glance around to make sure that no one saw the number four household standing in the middle of the street in their nightclothes at five in the morning.
"Boy, what the hell are you doing out here?" Demanded Uncle Vernon, turning red. Harry stared blankly back, not knowing the answer himself. The sun was beginning to rise.
"Someone might see us!" Whispered Aunt Petunia anxiously as she glanced around quickly.
Harry just sat there stupidly.
"Potter, you had better get back in that house now! People are starting to wake up!" Said Uncle Vernon, doing his best to keep his voice down as to not attract the neighbors.
Harry continued to kneel defiantly in the street. It just didn't seem appropriate that he heed his uncle.
Vernon finally lost control. He grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him up to his feet. "Boy, get in that house NOW!" He yelled, his face now purple.
"I wouldn't do this it I were you." Said Harry calmly.
"And why not? You're going to use your.thing? I know you won't, boy. You were nearly expelled last time!" He said in an angry half-whisper.
"No, I won't. But he's here." Harry said coolly. He was referring, of course, to his guard.
"Who is? I don't see anyone. There aren't any of.your kind here." Said Vernon, now spitting in Harry's face.
"Yes, there are, Dursley. So get your grubby paws off of him, or I will use my 'thing'." Replied an invisible voice from behind him. Uncle Vernon dropped Harry out of shock. Dudley attempted to hide behind his mother to no avail. And Aunt Petunia's hands went to her bony face.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" Shouted Uncle Vernon in a panicked tone. The sun was now fully up.
"I don't think you'd want me to." Said the invisible voice that Harry assumed was Lupin.
The Dursleys looked frantically around. Their neighbors were staring at them out of their widows. Harry grinned. Uncle Vernon put on his cheesiest smile with voice to match. "Oh! Good morning! Just getting the paper!" he said to the neighborhood in general. Then, he tuned quickly around and whispered for his family to get back in the house.
"But the paper doesn't come until six!" Said Mr. Number Three across the street just as the Dursleys and Harry shut their door.
As soon as they got in the house, Vernon rounded on Harry. He was about to start yelling but thought better of it. He stood there, shifting his weight from left to right (A/N Poor left and right!), contemplating what to say. It was Aunt Petunia that finally broke the silence.
"Vernon, you're going to be late for work." She said quietly.
Uncle Vernon gave Harry another glare, then went up the stairs to get dressed. Aunt Petunia went into the kitchen to make breakfast, which left Dudley and Harry standing in the hallway. Harry wanted to go to his room to write to Ron or Hermione, or perhaps even begin his Potions essay, but the stairs were blocked by Dudley's enormous bulk. Afraid of making Harry mad again, he ran into the kitchen after his mother. Harry began to climb the stairs again slowly, dreading the arrival to his room, where he would begin to think of those things all over again, but not even considering going into the kitchen to and being with the rest of number four's household.
A/N There's no real reason for me making Harry run in the street, I just thought that the invisible voice scaring the bejeebies out of the Dursleys was interesting. And, Harry is crying tears of anger, and not even that hard; he's shouting more than anything. I HATE it when authors make him cry tears of sadness. I just don't think that he's that kind of character. He's a go-getter, not a thinker, and thinkers cry in the corner while go-getters do something about why they're sad. Harry's going to do something, I promise; he's just trying not to be too rash as to not get anyone killed again. Besides, if he did what he's going to do right off the bat, it wouldn't make for much of a story, would it?
Okay, got that out of my system, on to the explanation and answers!
Yesterday my computer was being a real pain in the butt. I type this stuff on my computer, then transfer it by floppy to my dad's because I don't have the internet in my room. Well, the floppies didn't want to save or open anything, and I was getting really p.o.ed. I got it to work eventually, but no one told me that my cousins and aunt and uncle were coming for a barbeque. So, I was listening to music and doing really stupid dances with my little cousin and sisters, which got me happy and hyper. So, I settled down eventually, but I was still really happy, so I read some funny fics. (Evie2 is a hilarious writer! Read one of hers after this! Her "A Guest in Gryffindor" is great!) After that, I sat in the living room and listened to the grownups talk, and found out that everyone used to think I was dyslexic, when I was really Gifted/Talented. Lol. Then, they all went bar- hopping, so I had to baby-sit. My dad didn't want me on the computer 'till my little sisters went to sleep. After they went to bed, I was struggling to stay awake, so I got some caffeine and went to finish reading "A Guest in Gryffindor". By the time I was done, it was 2:30 a.m., and my parents walked in and told me to go to bed. I slept 'till 10:00 this morning, went to church, and here I am now. You really needed to know all of this, didn't you? Well, anyway, that's why I'm just now updating., and again, I'm really really really sorry!
Answers:
Saakotomaya: Consuming Thoughts was a story I began to write, but decided to start it over from where OotP left off. C.T. will eventually appear in this story with a couple of alterations, because it is the gateway to my main plot. I never finished it; I will in this story, but if you read it, you will have a slight inkling as to where I'm going with this story. If you don't like it, don't worry; I had a MAJOR plot twist planned for the next chapter of C.T., which I will write into this story.
Hrei Siesn: Thanks so much, I was ticked off at those writers, too!
Gpbpandoc4: Thank you!!! AS I said, there is a plot-twist after the last chappie of Consuming Thoughts!
TardOnTheRun: Yeah, I know. It's just that in C.T., I thought that I went overboard with voice-tones. Did I do any better in this chapter? Tell me the truth! Also, the diary idea is cool; I may use it, but as for the plot, I know where it's going up to a certain extent. There is going to be at least one point in this story where I'll ask if there is anything you want me to do in it, and I'll let you know when that is. Thanks for the suggestions, though!
Fernie: Thanks!
FrozenQuill: Thanks again!!
I'll update ASAP, but I've got homework to do this afternoon, so I won't make any promises about it being today.
-Liseli
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, 'cause if I did I would be filthy rich and selling this piece of bull to publishers for an outrageous amount instead of uploading it to FanFiction.net for free. Incase you were wondering, JK Rowling owns the story.
A/N Thanks sosososososo much to my reviewers! Answers after this chappie and an explanation as to why I didn't update yesterday! I'm really really sorry about that! So stay tuned!
Lupin walked Harry back home and watched him climb back up the lattice- work. After he was safely in the window, Lupin turned around and shook his head. "Poor Harry." He said softly to no one in particular and for no particular reason, then disapparated with a small pop.
He only knew the half of it.
As Harry entered his room, he let out a small sigh and sat down on his bed. Hedwig flew over to greet him and he began to sub-consciously pet her. He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep; he had not slept in days. But he couldn't stand to be awake, alone with his thoughts. Yet he wanted to be alone, because if he was with someone, he would be expected to do or say something. The only escape he could think of was sleep, but the things on his conscious made that impossible.
Deciding that he would at least attempt to sleep, he put Hedwig in her cage and turned the light out. He crawled under the covers then closed his eyes, hoping for sleep to eventually come ease his troubled mind. After a few moments pictures begin to form on the back of his eyelids. It's Sirius and Bellatrix. They're in the Department of Mysteries, dueling again. It's happening in his mind exactly as it had happened in real life. But Harry found himself hoping that it would be different this time. That he would make it. As Bellatrix cast the spell, Sirius began to fall backwards in slow motion towards the Veil. Though Harry knows that what will happen is inevitable, he cannot bring himself to open his eyes. If only he could regain his balance, or push himself away.
It ends as it always does in his memory. He falls through the curtain, not to return. Harry opens his eyes then turns over and smashes his face into the pillow and screams. Then he grabs it with both hands on either end, pulls it out from under himself and begins to pull on it and rip it out of rage.
"Why was I so stupid?!?!" He shouted to himself. "Why did I have to play the hero?!?! I should've remembered the mirrors!!!! I should've known that Kreacher wouldn't tell me the truth!! I shouldn't have tried to play the hero. That's how Cedric died. That's how Si-Sirius died. I should've known that Voldemort would try to-try to fool me into his trap. Why was I so stupid? Why was I so stupid?" As Uncle Vernon opened the door Harry stormed out of the room past him. He went down the stairs in a fury and the front door burst open. He marched out of the door and down the garden path, shouting at himself all the way. He didn't know where he was going or why.
Then, as he began to scream to himself that he was a cretin again, he realized with irony that running into the street and screaming Bloody Mary was very idiotic and rash. He felt like such a dolt that he collapsed onto his knees right there in the middle of the street.
"Why?" He sobbed as he pounded on the ground. "Why? Why? Why?!" It was no question in particular, just a general why. Why did Sirius have to die? Why did Cedric die? Why did he have to act like such a brave little git all of the time? Why did he have to be the one?
It took him a few moments to realize that he was being watched. He turned his tear-stained face towards the garden gate to see the Dursley family looking at him dumbfounded. Every moment or two, Aunt Petunia would glance around to make sure that no one saw the number four household standing in the middle of the street in their nightclothes at five in the morning.
"Boy, what the hell are you doing out here?" Demanded Uncle Vernon, turning red. Harry stared blankly back, not knowing the answer himself. The sun was beginning to rise.
"Someone might see us!" Whispered Aunt Petunia anxiously as she glanced around quickly.
Harry just sat there stupidly.
"Potter, you had better get back in that house now! People are starting to wake up!" Said Uncle Vernon, doing his best to keep his voice down as to not attract the neighbors.
Harry continued to kneel defiantly in the street. It just didn't seem appropriate that he heed his uncle.
Vernon finally lost control. He grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him up to his feet. "Boy, get in that house NOW!" He yelled, his face now purple.
"I wouldn't do this it I were you." Said Harry calmly.
"And why not? You're going to use your.thing? I know you won't, boy. You were nearly expelled last time!" He said in an angry half-whisper.
"No, I won't. But he's here." Harry said coolly. He was referring, of course, to his guard.
"Who is? I don't see anyone. There aren't any of.your kind here." Said Vernon, now spitting in Harry's face.
"Yes, there are, Dursley. So get your grubby paws off of him, or I will use my 'thing'." Replied an invisible voice from behind him. Uncle Vernon dropped Harry out of shock. Dudley attempted to hide behind his mother to no avail. And Aunt Petunia's hands went to her bony face.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" Shouted Uncle Vernon in a panicked tone. The sun was now fully up.
"I don't think you'd want me to." Said the invisible voice that Harry assumed was Lupin.
The Dursleys looked frantically around. Their neighbors were staring at them out of their widows. Harry grinned. Uncle Vernon put on his cheesiest smile with voice to match. "Oh! Good morning! Just getting the paper!" he said to the neighborhood in general. Then, he tuned quickly around and whispered for his family to get back in the house.
"But the paper doesn't come until six!" Said Mr. Number Three across the street just as the Dursleys and Harry shut their door.
As soon as they got in the house, Vernon rounded on Harry. He was about to start yelling but thought better of it. He stood there, shifting his weight from left to right (A/N Poor left and right!), contemplating what to say. It was Aunt Petunia that finally broke the silence.
"Vernon, you're going to be late for work." She said quietly.
Uncle Vernon gave Harry another glare, then went up the stairs to get dressed. Aunt Petunia went into the kitchen to make breakfast, which left Dudley and Harry standing in the hallway. Harry wanted to go to his room to write to Ron or Hermione, or perhaps even begin his Potions essay, but the stairs were blocked by Dudley's enormous bulk. Afraid of making Harry mad again, he ran into the kitchen after his mother. Harry began to climb the stairs again slowly, dreading the arrival to his room, where he would begin to think of those things all over again, but not even considering going into the kitchen to and being with the rest of number four's household.
A/N There's no real reason for me making Harry run in the street, I just thought that the invisible voice scaring the bejeebies out of the Dursleys was interesting. And, Harry is crying tears of anger, and not even that hard; he's shouting more than anything. I HATE it when authors make him cry tears of sadness. I just don't think that he's that kind of character. He's a go-getter, not a thinker, and thinkers cry in the corner while go-getters do something about why they're sad. Harry's going to do something, I promise; he's just trying not to be too rash as to not get anyone killed again. Besides, if he did what he's going to do right off the bat, it wouldn't make for much of a story, would it?
Okay, got that out of my system, on to the explanation and answers!
Yesterday my computer was being a real pain in the butt. I type this stuff on my computer, then transfer it by floppy to my dad's because I don't have the internet in my room. Well, the floppies didn't want to save or open anything, and I was getting really p.o.ed. I got it to work eventually, but no one told me that my cousins and aunt and uncle were coming for a barbeque. So, I was listening to music and doing really stupid dances with my little cousin and sisters, which got me happy and hyper. So, I settled down eventually, but I was still really happy, so I read some funny fics. (Evie2 is a hilarious writer! Read one of hers after this! Her "A Guest in Gryffindor" is great!) After that, I sat in the living room and listened to the grownups talk, and found out that everyone used to think I was dyslexic, when I was really Gifted/Talented. Lol. Then, they all went bar- hopping, so I had to baby-sit. My dad didn't want me on the computer 'till my little sisters went to sleep. After they went to bed, I was struggling to stay awake, so I got some caffeine and went to finish reading "A Guest in Gryffindor". By the time I was done, it was 2:30 a.m., and my parents walked in and told me to go to bed. I slept 'till 10:00 this morning, went to church, and here I am now. You really needed to know all of this, didn't you? Well, anyway, that's why I'm just now updating., and again, I'm really really really sorry!
Answers:
Saakotomaya: Consuming Thoughts was a story I began to write, but decided to start it over from where OotP left off. C.T. will eventually appear in this story with a couple of alterations, because it is the gateway to my main plot. I never finished it; I will in this story, but if you read it, you will have a slight inkling as to where I'm going with this story. If you don't like it, don't worry; I had a MAJOR plot twist planned for the next chapter of C.T., which I will write into this story.
Hrei Siesn: Thanks so much, I was ticked off at those writers, too!
Gpbpandoc4: Thank you!!! AS I said, there is a plot-twist after the last chappie of Consuming Thoughts!
TardOnTheRun: Yeah, I know. It's just that in C.T., I thought that I went overboard with voice-tones. Did I do any better in this chapter? Tell me the truth! Also, the diary idea is cool; I may use it, but as for the plot, I know where it's going up to a certain extent. There is going to be at least one point in this story where I'll ask if there is anything you want me to do in it, and I'll let you know when that is. Thanks for the suggestions, though!
Fernie: Thanks!
FrozenQuill: Thanks again!!
I'll update ASAP, but I've got homework to do this afternoon, so I won't make any promises about it being today.
-Liseli