Pain
Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Erin)
Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Thanks to my reviewers Miranda G. Potter, and Jackie (though I already knew you liked it Jackie.)
And to charmedlily: I hate Peter too (as almost any self respecting L/J fan does,) but that is what makes me want to write the story. To know what he was thinking when he did all those things.
Chapter two
And wait I did for twelve years, twelve long years. I came to Hogwarts with this boy Percy was his name. It was quite boring nothing to do but lay around no one to hurt or kill but myself of course. Those twins made it a little more interesting; their names were Gred and Forge or something like that, but really nothing exciting.
But then I was passed down to the youngest son, Ron. Ron in himself was not that appealing, but his best friend was. Our first encounter happen something like this. I was ready for another dull year of Hogwarts, funny how I looked forward so much to it when I was a kid. I was trying to sleep as usual, and I opened my eyes to find that I was gazing at James! Well not James but he looked exactly like him! He had Prongs' hair, his face, almost identical. 'Oh no' I thought, 'he is going to kill me!' But then I noticed his eyes, they were green, the color of that mudblood Eva...Potter's I guess.
But something else I noticed. A scar in the shape of a lighting bolt was on his forehead. 'It's him!' I exclaimed in my head, 'It's him! Harry Potter the stupid boy who lived, the stupid boy who stole my great master's powers! He is the one who is the cause of all of this, of my being like this! He is the one...' and then a thought entered my head so perfect. 'He is the one who can get my back on the good list! I can give him to my master!'
Amidst all this thinking three boys entered our room. Ron and Harry started to argue with them and one of them stuck out their fat hand to me. I felt something take a hold of me. A voice saying to bite him, longing him to fuel the urge. So it did, and it felt so good, so absolutely wonderful! To cause someone pain again. Oh but this was only the first round. I had bigger fish to fry.
Harry, I would be back where I belonged. I watched him for two years with out hurting a hair on his head. I watched his every move and his friends too, the Ron boy, and that mudblood too. I just watched that is until third year.
A/N: This is getting longer than I expected. I think I am writing only one more chapter but I don't really know. R/R!
Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Erin)
Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Thanks to my reviewers Miranda G. Potter, and Jackie (though I already knew you liked it Jackie.)
And to charmedlily: I hate Peter too (as almost any self respecting L/J fan does,) but that is what makes me want to write the story. To know what he was thinking when he did all those things.
Chapter two
And wait I did for twelve years, twelve long years. I came to Hogwarts with this boy Percy was his name. It was quite boring nothing to do but lay around no one to hurt or kill but myself of course. Those twins made it a little more interesting; their names were Gred and Forge or something like that, but really nothing exciting.
But then I was passed down to the youngest son, Ron. Ron in himself was not that appealing, but his best friend was. Our first encounter happen something like this. I was ready for another dull year of Hogwarts, funny how I looked forward so much to it when I was a kid. I was trying to sleep as usual, and I opened my eyes to find that I was gazing at James! Well not James but he looked exactly like him! He had Prongs' hair, his face, almost identical. 'Oh no' I thought, 'he is going to kill me!' But then I noticed his eyes, they were green, the color of that mudblood Eva...Potter's I guess.
But something else I noticed. A scar in the shape of a lighting bolt was on his forehead. 'It's him!' I exclaimed in my head, 'It's him! Harry Potter the stupid boy who lived, the stupid boy who stole my great master's powers! He is the one who is the cause of all of this, of my being like this! He is the one...' and then a thought entered my head so perfect. 'He is the one who can get my back on the good list! I can give him to my master!'
Amidst all this thinking three boys entered our room. Ron and Harry started to argue with them and one of them stuck out their fat hand to me. I felt something take a hold of me. A voice saying to bite him, longing him to fuel the urge. So it did, and it felt so good, so absolutely wonderful! To cause someone pain again. Oh but this was only the first round. I had bigger fish to fry.
Harry, I would be back where I belonged. I watched him for two years with out hurting a hair on his head. I watched his every move and his friends too, the Ron boy, and that mudblood too. I just watched that is until third year.
A/N: This is getting longer than I expected. I think I am writing only one more chapter but I don't really know. R/R!