The Forgotten Disclaimer: Hey guys, melancholyangel here, just wanted to write that this is based on the play and movie both titled bang bang your dead, appologese for not writting this earlier, lapse of concentration. it is one of the best movies of all time so i suggest you guys see it. we have borrowed some phrases and speaches and shit from the movie cause there just such captivating scenes. SEE IT!!! promise me! i'll cry. (s.s.harry notes her apologies to the angry reader)
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"You don't know what I'm capable of! I can get out of here assholes! I can take all of you down with me!" Harry found himself screaming at the door pounding his fists on it. throwing himself on the cold stone bed he began to sob, not out of remorse for his victims but out of self pity for himself. he could feel himself drifting out of the world of reality and into his own mind.
Several days passed at the burrow, Harry normally in their small woodsy backyard, thinking of how such a horrible betrayal could be revenged. The wind whistled pass him muttering in his ears 'blow them away...' "blow them away?" Harry repeated. 'blow them away...' Could pulling the trigger be enough punishment to them? Could two small bullets help ease Harry's pain?
The thought it's self seemed surreal. Harry felt himself trapped. On one hand he could kill Hermione and Ron, hurting those around him, but making him happier.
On the other he could let them live while he fights his pain and sorrow, until he drowns in his ocean of misery where they keep pouring more and more pain on him while the rest of the world lived happily. Wasn't it just yesterday when Mrs. Weasley enveloped him in a hug telling him of how he was her surrogate son? Talk about sutting off your nose to spite your face...
'Stop thinking of others... this is for you... for you... this is for you...'
"This is for me," Harry said.
Harry slid his hand over the pocket in his over coat, the gun felt cold, even through the thick material.
"Not today Harry, you go back to school in two days, in two days you won't have to see them together all the time, not today" he told himself, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against a tree he had nick named bob.
Taking the pocket knife out of his pocket he carved the word "Bob" into its somewhat flawed surface, patting the tree fondly he pushed himself upwards and began sauntering into the house, images of bloodshed in his head.
The next day they went into diagon alley to get school supplies. They walked through Diagon Alley, Ron talking in a feverish manner about quidditch, and Hermione trying her best to fell up on Harry while Ron wasn't watching.
Harry paused, he saw a dark haired Goth like boy walking past, the shoppers recoiled from him quickly as he passed. Hermione tutted, looking at the boys numerous body piercing and gel spiked hair. "No respect for himself that boy," Hermione muttered.
'Look who's talking?' Harry thought wryly. He was astonished at how the crowd left him alone, quite contrary to their responses to Harry. He was after all "The Harry Potter." Some one always wanted to shake his hand or see his scar and on some cases cause him harm due to his uncontrollable fame, believing he receives it on purpose. 'I wish I were like him, solitary, alone, he probably gets all the peace and quiet he could take' Harry thought, respect for the boy welling inside him.
He caught his eye, nodding at him, the purple contacts of the other boy stared back at him, unblinkingly. He abruptly turned and continued his voyage down the streets.
"You know what guys I think I might go off on my own," receiving no argument from the secret lovers Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets and wandered down a side alley, heading towards a shop he had seen but never entered.
As he pulled up next to the shop he could see black clad figures browsing the shelves and racks for clothes, cd's and accessories. taking a deep breath Harry entered. He seemed to go unnoticed and moved through the crowed easily to the racks of clothes against the back wall, pulling a floor length trench coat from the rack he tried it on for size. Inside the folds of material he felt powerful.
"It would look even better with some big boots," A girl commented, smiling at him, her face exotically beautiful.
"Any recommendations?" Harry asked, smiling back. He could use all the help he could get.
She dragged him over to the other side of the shop, boots lined the walls all sizes and shapes.
"These here have matching fastening see?" She said, showing him the silver fastenings on the boots and then the coat.
"Not only that, they're steel toed, great for if you every really feel like kicking anyone," she said smirking.
"Thanks," Harry said.
"You know, you might want to buy a holster before you shoot yourself in the foot," she said, looking at his coat pocket. "How did you-" "Well it's quite easy to spot, c'mon, I'll show you some holsters..."
Harry left the shop laughing at a joke the girl had told him.
"Hey, you want ice cream?" Harry asked her, he still had some left over change.
"Sure," she said.
They walked to Floreans Ice Cream shop. Harry ordered two sundaes and they sat.
"I'm Harry," He said.
"Emma, you can call me Em," she said smiling.
"Ah shit," Harry muttered, spotting Hermione and Ron approaching over Emma's shoulder.
"What's up?"
"This girl who thinks I'm her boyfriend and my ex best mate are coming," he said, running his hand through his messy hair.
"Harry baby we missed you! oh.. who's this?" Hermione turned up her nose at the sight of Emma's big black boots, bright purple hair and numerous piercing.
"This is Emma, I just met her. Emma this is Hermione and Ron," Harry said, amused at the expression on Emma's face.
"Oh my god they're so normal," Emma said, shaking Hermione's had and then Ron's.
"We are not!" Ron's outburst caused everyone to giggle hysterically. He has turned into such an idiot.
Hermione and Ron joined their table, both ordering chocolate cones. after finishing there gooey concoctions Harry kissed Emma's cheek good bye and left with Ron and Hermione to buy school supplies.
"Your lucky I'm not the jealous type" Hermione giggled, sliding her tongue over Harry's lips. "Yeah whatever."
That night Harry couldn't sleep. The next day he would be returning to Hogwarts. Part of him ached to go back and another part just wanted to crawl away with Emma and live a freakish existence. He knew he would never see her again and it dragged him down. Little did he know she had helped introduce him to a whole new world of people.