Chapter One- So Much for the Holidays
Three figures were blasted through the black void and into the land of the living again. As the Breath went through them, they all looked at each other, the lady with long, flowing red hair and emerald green eyes looked at the man with short messy jet black hair, who looked at the man with long straight black hair who looked at the woman and they all had the same thought; HARRY! With that thought, James Potter, Lily Potter and Sirius Black made their journey back to their loved one.
#4 Privet Drive
Harry Potter of #4 Privet Drive was not happy to say that he was not normal, thank you very much. He Is a wizard who went to Hogwarts on his 11th birthday and found out that his parents were killed by the worlds most feared dark wizard, Lord Voldemort. And still today, Voldemort was still after him to do the thing he was trying to do since he was one: Kill him.
Harry is a fifteen
year old boy with emerald green eyes and jet black hair. The green
eyes were framed behind glasses and any one who really knows Harry
Potter would be sorry to say that those eyes that used to sparkle
with laughter and happiness now lost their shine and were dull. But
there is a reason that this boy was so miserable.
Harry stood up
and started pacing the room, a habit that he has acquired over a
short time. He had the same thoughts running through his head like a
broken record player: over and over again. He saw the vision of his
beloved late godfather falling through that wretched veil that killed
him. Oh, how he just wished it was a nightmare, waiting for him to
wake finding his godfather there smiling at him, but no, fate had to
be cruel. And it was all Harry's fault… or so he believed.
Harry
sat down again, knowing that in while he would stand up and start
pacing again. He tried to do the thing that was failing him, to fall
into a peaceful sleep. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep. That
turned out to be a mistake.
Twenty minuets later, Harry found
himself screaming and he awoke suddenly with the faces of those he
loved most accusing him of the murders for killing them, when it was
actually Lord Voldemort's doing. They were calling him a freak and
telling him he was to be blamed. Harry was starting to believe them.
He could not get those faces of Sirius, Professors Lupin and Dumbledore, Ron Hermione, and worst of all his late parents screaming that they hate him, out of his head. Gasping, he looked around franticly and only when he realized that he was still in his small dingy bedroom, did he calm down. But the bad things happening that night were far from over.
Hearing his screams, Harry's
uncle, Vernon Dursley came thundering up the stairs.
"Boy! What
have I told you about screaming?" He uncle yelled; spit flying out
of his mouth. Startled, Harry jumped, angering his uncle even more.
Harry should have guessed that his uncle would not pay attention to
the warning his guard told him. That he would not pay attention to
the fact that if Harry was touched or harasses, well, he would no
longer look like a human being. Still, Harry was suspicious. After
all, the Dursleys have neither touched or even paid attention to
Harry for his one week stay so far with them. But he did not pay much
attention to that, Vernon probably lost his temper, as it was easy to
lose for him. Harry was jolted out of his thoughts with the sound of
flesh hitting flesh. Vernon Dursley had punched him in the
face!
"Never ever wake the house you freak! Some people have
work to do in the morning!" his uncle glared at him and then left
the room leaving Harry to nurse his bloody nose before falling into a
uneasy sleep plagued with nightmares.
Harry awake to his aunt
gently shaking him. He awoke with a start and realized that for the
first time actually showed concern in her eyes.
"Harry, I'm sorry." She said. Harry looked confused and shocked that his aunt cared.
"For what?" he yawned.
"For being to mean to you, seeing you reminded me of Lily. Yes, I have hated magic, but it was because it took your mother away from me twice, first when she got her letter and went to Hogwarts, and I was jealous when I did not, and second when she was killed. I loved your mother so much, but I was blinded by jealousy." His aunt started crying. Harry finally understood.
He whispered, "Its okay, I understand." And
he sounded like his did.
"You-you do? Thank you Harry. You don't
know how much this means to me. I have to get you something, hold
on!" She left and minuets later returned with a Hogwarts
trunk.
"Here, after you mother died, there was only a few things left over from her will. There were a lot of things that were left for you and this is just one of them. It was your mother's trunk. This was to go to you after you sixteenth birthday. There might be a letter to you from her and your father in there It also has some of your father's things. I don't know what, but I'll leave you to find out." She finished mysteriously, "Oh and don't worry about your uncle barging in on you, He won't come back for a while." She left.
