Hi! Here I am again, with the first chapter of the story(the other was a kind of introduction, although it is as short as the last one, sorry :( about that). Hope you like it.

Thanks to karla, monik, and specially to doughgurl2008 for reviewing :D . Now, On with the story!

In the smallest room of #4 Privet Drive I layed, not wanting a single thing to happen. If only time would stop running, if only I could go back, if only... How I wish he was still with me, that I had never been so foolish as to think those dreams were true, it was my fault. Not Voldemort's, not Bellatrix's, not Dumbledore's, but mine, as always. Do I deserve to keep on living? Yes, that's my punishment, be alive, keep watching day after day those tragic moments in my mind, not being able to do a single thing to stop them from happening. They already passed. Who'll be next? I don't know.

If I stop to think about it, maybe it's not all my fault, but that old wizard's too. After all, he is the one who kept me in the shadows, who never let me know a thing, who "forgot what it's like to be young", the one man, besides Voldemort, I really hate. But again, if I had learned that occlumancy thing correctly, nothing would have happened...

A lonely sun ray comes through the window, the sunrise has arrived, but it means nothing to me now. Instead of hope, another day to enjoy and live, the only thing it brings me is more pain and suffer, more memories to deal with, another day to go through before death comes to release me from this constant torture.

Time to get up, to come back to this world, although against my will. Those people who I cant even call my family are about to wake up, and they'll want their breakfast already done by their servant. Every day spent here for 15 years has been the same, and I'm sure it'll never change. But before i go down there my little releaf I'll take. My loyal blade, always there, waiting for me to call her, waiting for me to call her, waiting for me to use her, wishing to help me. I can feel it, the cold sensation of that sharp edge on my pale skin, telling me that soon that silver blade will turn red. I can see it, my skin being pressured, being cut, and finally my own blood running down my arm, I'm still alive.

Silently, I walk to the bathroom, I need to clean myself. The cuts on my arm start stinging as my blood dyes the now red water. Do I regret what I did? Yes, but only because of the pain I gave myself, as if I didn't have enough. When is all this going to end?

I'd better hurry, they'll wake up soon. I go downstairs to the kitchen to prepare the two big fat pigs and the woman-like horse their breakfast, a couple of eggs and 3 toast for each one should be enough...

Finally done! And just in time, I can hear them waking up. Time for me to go backto my room, to my world.

-----------.-.-.-.-.-.-.-An hour later-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-----------------

"Boy! Come down here, now!" Uncle Vernon's voice was heard though the house. "Coming!..."

What does he want now? I went downstairs as slow as I could, thinking I already knew what would be waiting for me. How wrong I was. At the end of the stairs there was a young man.

"Nice to see you again, Harry", the man with amber eyes said, smiling...

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