Title: The Breaking Point
Author: Crimson Symphony
Category: Romance/Drama
Main Pairing: HP/DM
Chapter Summary: Life at the Dursleys' just got a bit more interesting.
Rating: R, i guess. Just not now anyway.
Authors Notes: I own nothing but the plot.
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The Breaking Point: Prologue
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I don't remember much of what happened before, or even during the time. But what I remember most is the pain. There was so much pain. I'm surprised that I even made it out alive. But I'm getting ahead of myself now, so I'll just tell you what happened.
It was dark, it always was when the *normal* people were asleep. I had just written a letter to Dumbledore to tell him that I was okay. I tied it to Hedwig's leg and opened the window, to the huge expanse of night. She flew out, and I heaved myself through the window after her.
I had done this since the end of my fifth year at Hogwarts. My relatives allowed me to come and go as I pleased(albeit not without the prompting of Tonks, Moody, and Remus), but I didn't really want to go anywhere near my Uncle Vernon simply because he was a very unpleasant person.
I climbed out the window of my room on the second floor, and used the trellis to get down to the lofty, perfectly cut lawn. From there I made my way to the park, my favorite feature in all of Muggle London. I sat on a swing, rocking myself back and forth with gentle thrusts of my feet, blocking everything else out but the motions and the soft creaking of the rusted metal chain being strained, rubbing together.
I did this every three nights, right after I dutifully composed a letter to the Order, providing proof that their Golden Boy(as they so called me) was still alive and in proper condition. Then, I'd always go on the swing to empty my mind, get up, stretch and go back to the oh-so-loving(insert sarcasm here) home in which I was brought up.
This night was no different. I walked back home like I always did, climbed to the window, intent on getting inside as soon as possible, but the window was locked. I sighed, wondering who could have possibly closed it. I climbed back down and put my hand on the doorknob, it didn't turn.
Damming my luck, I poised my other hand to knock on the door. I was stopped, however, by a gentle pull in my navel. My eyes widened in shock, not only because someone had managed to put a spell on a spell-proof house, but also because I was being taken to an unknown location by an unknown person. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the chilling cold.
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A/N: Please Review. I apologize for the spelling and grammer mistakes.
Author: Crimson Symphony
Category: Romance/Drama
Main Pairing: HP/DM
Chapter Summary: Life at the Dursleys' just got a bit more interesting.
Rating: R, i guess. Just not now anyway.
Authors Notes: I own nothing but the plot.
^^^
The Breaking Point: Prologue
^^^
I don't remember much of what happened before, or even during the time. But what I remember most is the pain. There was so much pain. I'm surprised that I even made it out alive. But I'm getting ahead of myself now, so I'll just tell you what happened.
It was dark, it always was when the *normal* people were asleep. I had just written a letter to Dumbledore to tell him that I was okay. I tied it to Hedwig's leg and opened the window, to the huge expanse of night. She flew out, and I heaved myself through the window after her.
I had done this since the end of my fifth year at Hogwarts. My relatives allowed me to come and go as I pleased(albeit not without the prompting of Tonks, Moody, and Remus), but I didn't really want to go anywhere near my Uncle Vernon simply because he was a very unpleasant person.
I climbed out the window of my room on the second floor, and used the trellis to get down to the lofty, perfectly cut lawn. From there I made my way to the park, my favorite feature in all of Muggle London. I sat on a swing, rocking myself back and forth with gentle thrusts of my feet, blocking everything else out but the motions and the soft creaking of the rusted metal chain being strained, rubbing together.
I did this every three nights, right after I dutifully composed a letter to the Order, providing proof that their Golden Boy(as they so called me) was still alive and in proper condition. Then, I'd always go on the swing to empty my mind, get up, stretch and go back to the oh-so-loving(insert sarcasm here) home in which I was brought up.
This night was no different. I walked back home like I always did, climbed to the window, intent on getting inside as soon as possible, but the window was locked. I sighed, wondering who could have possibly closed it. I climbed back down and put my hand on the doorknob, it didn't turn.
Damming my luck, I poised my other hand to knock on the door. I was stopped, however, by a gentle pull in my navel. My eyes widened in shock, not only because someone had managed to put a spell on a spell-proof house, but also because I was being taken to an unknown location by an unknown person. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the chilling cold.
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A/N: Please Review. I apologize for the spelling and grammer mistakes.
