Disclaimer: I don't own JK Rowling, therefore I don't own Harry Potter(tm) or any other person/thing related to this wizarding world either. And no matter how much I would like to, I'm not making money off this, which would be a pathetic attempt as well.
A/N: This a bunny jumping in my head andunless I won't continue writingthis, there most likely will be slash in this story and possible angst and darkness. Be warned.
DARKNESS
There was no one there. It was all empty and cold around him and he couldn't see a thing. Sometimes he thought that it was better that way – no one could bother him; look at him with fear in their eyes or the hope that clearly said he was supposed to be their hero.
But he wished none of this. Never really had, all he had ever wanted was a quiet normal life. Somehow though, his greatest wish had never come true. Perhaps he wished for something impossible - he didn't know. All he knew was that something had changed.
Not in the darkness he was living in, if this could be called living. He didn't know whether he was really alive - he knew he must have been breathing although he couldn't sense it - but in his heart he felt dead.
It was strange in a way, after all these years living a life that had never been completely his, but where he had been ordered around like a puppet; and now to be in a position like this, where he had no control and no life to own.
A part of him was angered. The part that didn't understand his pain and wished to live on. The part that had friends and hobbies, the part that laughed and enjoyed flying. But the other him was eerily calm. It didn't say a word, and remained silent in the awaking of the storm to begin.
A/N: That's it. The opening chapter. I won't promise another one, though. Let us all hope that my muse will be a bit more understanding this time.
