Disclaimer: I do not own any of the chacters in this fan fic they belong to JK. Rowling.
A/N: This is only the first chapt I know it seems a bit hacky but I'll make it better, but i had to start things off. Okay well then Read and Review please. Any one who has suggestions they are welcome just email them to me. Thanks.
Murder or so it seems
Harry tossed of the thin covers that the Duresys had spared for him. He couldn't sleep, like usual his thoughts were scatted all over the place. It was a hot night, but it wasn't heaps hot. Harry knew this, it was him. Voldemort. He was always in his head now, he sometimes forgot the sound of his own voice. The dark lords would take over his mind sometimes. Harry finally got up not being able to lay still anymore. He was hot he thought was he wiped the sweat off his brow.
"I need water" he said to no one as he made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and watched the cool water flow out so willing. He cupped some in his hand and wiped it over his face. He didn't open his eyes straight away. Something was wrong, the water didn't feel right. He stood there for a moment just feeling the water or so he thought. He opened his eyes and turned to the minor. He gasped and just stood there. It wasn't water. It wasn't water at all. Blood. It was blood on his face and hands, some ones blood. He closed his eyes and shook his head viciously.
"It's not what it looks like" he told himself over in his mind.
"He's done this before, it's not real" Harry told himself over and over in his mind. He slowly opened his eyes, and glanced up at the minor. His eyes widen in horror. It had not gone. It was still there. He ran his hand down his face. And looked at it in horror, the blood was all over him. On his arm, hands face, it was even on the floor where he sat. he shook all over, it wasn't going away. Usually it went away. But it wasn't now. Not knowing what to do Harry sat down on the tiled floor. He curled up in a ball then rocked to and fro, to and fro.
"It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real" he told himself over and over in his head. Harry stared blankly at his hands, they were red, blood red. Harry wanted to know if this was real or not, so he brought his hand up to his face and licked it. As soon as it touched his tongue he spat it back out. It was real! Harry slowly got up.
"But how? I didn't"- his thoughts were screaming in his head.
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING BOY!" yelled a purpled face uncle. That was until he saw the blood. His uncles face that was once purple was now a ghostly white, along with his auntie's and cousin's.
"You're a murderer" he whispered just loud enough for Harry to hear.
"No" Harry said back.
"Petunia, go down stairs and call the police"
"The police, but I didn't do anything!" Harry yelled.
"Damn right you did!" Vermon yelled back.
"But I didn't! There's no body!" Harry screamed on the verge of tears.
"You hid the body! Like any murderer would do!" Vermon screamed. Dudley was just staring at Harry, white faced.
"NO I DIDN"T DO IT" and he ran past Vermon and was almost down the stairs when a giant weight hit him. Dudley had tackled him and they were both hurdling down the stairs. A high shriek came from Aunt Petunia as they both hit the floor. Dudley was on top of him. Harry tried but couldn't push him off, it was no use anyway. Harry was a feather weight and Dudley was a killer whale. There was no way he could over power him.
"The police are on there way" said his aunt her face still a deathly white.
"NO I DIDN'T DO IT!" Harry yelled but it was hopeless. Dudley didn't move, and wasn't going to any time soon. But Harry still tried to wiggle his way out, but was making no progress.
About ten minutes later a car pulled up into the drive way.
"Thank God their here" said Vermon the colour returning to his face. Aunt Petunia quickly opened the door and two men walked in.
"Is this the boy" and he pointed to Harry. Harry's gut did a flip and bad flip. She gravely nodded. Immediately one cop got Dudley off him and the other grabbed Harry, But Harry wasn't going to give up he kicked and wiggled in the end they needed both guys just to walk.
"BUT I DIDN"T DO IT!" Harry screamed as they put him in the cop car. They finally got him in, they sighed and got in themselves and started to pull out of the driveway. Harry stared out the window, all he saw was the Duresys standing in the doorway, staring back.
They rode in silence until they got two streets away. They Harry tried again.
"Please you have to believe me, I didn't do it, I'd never"-
"Don't worry kid we know you wouldn't do anything like that" Harry was taken back, then the first thing came to his head "trap".
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"Relax kid, it's just us. Arthur and Remus" the one on the left answered.
"What?" was all Harry could get out.
"Look we said we'd get you out of there didn't we? Well we just did" the one driving said.
"So it was all fake?" Harry asked anger rising within him.
"Well no" said the cop as he turned around his face slowly changing, back to Arthur Wesley's.
"Hmmm Harry you are still covered in blood, but you didn't murder anyone, Harry I really don't know how to say this. Voldemort has framed you" Harry's mouth fell open.
"WHAT HOW?"
"Harry don't worry, he only framed you in the muggle world so he could pin the muggles against you. That's why were here early" Harry leaned back on his seat he had to let this all in.
