Title: Darker Hearts
Author: Rei-chan
Pairings: Drarry, Ron/Herm, (implied past) Cedarry
Rating: R (Well...technically M)
Warnings: Angst, Self-Violence, Language, Dark/Suicidal!Harry, Predatory/Obsessive!Draco
Summary: Over the summer Harry changed, in more ways than one. And people are being to notice, particularly someone very unexpected (Draco! Draco!).
Disclaimer: Alas, although I am British and know HP by heart. I am not the successful and talented JK. I have only borrowed her boys and characters for my own pawning amusements! wink wink
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Chapter 1
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Writhed in his bed, eyes still closed; it was still a few minutes to his 17th birthday. Curling into a fetal position, trying to will away the dreams of the countless people around him dying. He watched Cedric's lifeless body fall to the ground again, as he cried out in sleep. The clock chimed midnight and Harry's eye suddenly flew open, staring start up at the ceiling, drenched in sweat, fear, and the thin blanket that surrounded his body. Sighing, he pushed himself off the bed and quietly made his way towards the bathroom, in hopes of not disturbing the ever-venomous Dursley's.
But why should he care about them? Harry thought, turning the handle and entering the washroom. He was 17 now, and of legal age in the wizarding world, he didn't have to stay there a moment longer. It wasn't like they would give him a second thought when he moved out. Hell, they'd probably be all too relieved and giddy that he was once and for all walking out the door. Splashing a bit of cool water on his face he looked up and at the mirror in front of him. There staring straight back at him was a thin, pale-faced, short boy as he thought about the past.
As much as he tried to deny it, he'd felt it ever since the middle of fourth year and Cedric's death. And it was becoming increasingly more obvious to him as the years progressed. Ever since his and Sirius's deaths he'd lost the people that truly cared about him, or more importantly, that he gave a bloody damn about. Sure there was Hermione and Ron, but they were too wrapped up in each other's misgivings to notice anything but themselves. To be totally honest, he'd felt as if he had been growing apart from them when he turned 16. Then there was Dumbledore, the old rambling, misguided wizard, whom he had lost all faith and trust.
He had finally broken. His once brilliantly glowing green eyes faded, he was numb inside. They had darkened, turning an almost blackish colour. His heart and spirit darkening with it.
He was finally sick trying live up to everyone's idea of this Golden Boy image, Savior of the Wizarding World. He realized that he really didn't give a rat's arse about, anything anymore.
The frightened little boy, who had always been locked away in the cupboard under the stairs, was dead. All that remained was an empty shell.
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End for now-
I dunno, what does everyone think? I want to make it darker and eventually somewhat fluffy. I crave feedfack and review too! - But I promise that I will update soon, I am not one of those annoying writers who writes one chapter and then never updates! I will finish it!
