I'mtheanarchist: Wow I can't believe the response I got for the second chapter wow. Thank you so much. I have tried to make this chapter up to standards and I think I have done that. So please review it and maybe we can beat the response that I got for the second chapter. There you go a challenge to beat 10 reviews for one chapter. You up for it?
Warnings: swearing
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry potter do you really think I'd be writing on fan fiction and I would live in a massive house with horses but I don't so lawyers BACK OFF. I do own the plot though and of course Rory and the Santos so there!
Summary: Instead of Harry being the boy who lived he is the brother of the girl who lived and he completely hates her because of the way she acts. Problem is Voldemort doesn't know this and goes after her, can Harry get over his hate and save his sister or will he leave her to be killed. I AM NO GOOD AT SUMMARIES IT'S MUCH BETTER THEN IT SOUNDS!
Un'ombra Solitaria
I'm Never Good Enough
"Bad news? What bad news?" Harry asked getting up from his bed. His height impressive as he towered over his moderately tall father.
"Well there was a duel last night between Dumbledore and a death eater. Dumbledore of course won and survived but not before he was cut across the arm and his blood taken. He is very concerned because this means that The Dark Lord might be resurrected by an ancient spell that he and many others had thought to be long forgotten," his father stated.
"Oh well ok then that's bad news for everybody but I can tell there's something more," Harry said suspiciously, frowning.
"Well we know that Rory also has Maria at Hogwarts but that isn't enough protection. You have always been good at magic. Better then any other wizard your age and Rory needs that protection," his mother said meekly as if expecting Harry to shout.
"What protection how can I do that if I'm in Salem?" Harry asked confusion written all over his face. Suddenly it dawned to him. That was what the bad news was, that was why his mother looked a little bit frightened. They wanted him to go to Hogwarts.
"No way!" Harry said forcefully shaking his head.
"Harry you have to understand. We love Rory, Maria and you and we would do anything for you and to keep you safe and this is the only way," his father said stepping forwards.
"No it isn't! It's because she's the fucking girl who lived!" Harry swore and didn't see his parent's shocked faces through his anger. He never swore well they never heard him swear until now.
"Harry no it isn't because of that!" his mother cried.
"Yes it is! It's always been that. She's always been the favourite. Rory Potter Santo. The girl who just wouldn't die. Well I wish she would then maybe I wouldn't have to always have been in her shadow. And you want to know something it's lonely," he exclaimed his eyes burning like two emerald flames. At the end sadness was showing clearly in the depths of his eyes showing that all he wanted was to be in the light.
"Harry we love you why else would we have let you stay here?" his father asked.
"Because Dumbledore told you to! Because you would have the fame of having the girl who lived as your daughter. How the hell am I suppose to know all I know is that I've always been thought of as the evil brother. If you cared so much whenever Rory would do something wrong why would you never punish her. Why didn't you stick up for me and tell the truth. Why was I always the one to be called dark?" Harry said thickly turning his back and facing the large window, he would not let them see him cry. Voldemort and Riddle came over to their distressed master and put their heads on his legs. He stroked them offhandedly, out of habit.
"Harry…" his mother started. Harry whirled around dangerously fast and his dogs started to bark.
"Just leave it Jayne I've had enough," he said harshly. He didn't want to talk to his mother this way he wanted to run up and hug her. He wanted to call her mummy like he used to but they had taken the one thing he had loved away from his because of her and he wanted to hurt them as well. By looking into her eyes he knew that by calling her, by her first name he had done the very thing he wanted. He had hurt her.
"Harry apologise to your mother," his father said angrily.
Harry said nothing. He just grabbed a long black cloak and his leads for his dogs and stalked past them.
"Voldemort, Riddle come!" he ordered and his dogs came obediently.
"Where are you going?" his mother asked tearfully.
"Well I know that me and my sister have a vault so I'm going to use that to buy my Hogwarts gear as it seems I'm going there!" he stated sharply.
"But you don't know what to buy?" his father stated.
"I think I can easily guess what to buy," and with that Harry stalked out of the room his cape billowing behind him. He walked to his fathers study and quickly opened the cabinet that held all of the information about the potters. He grabbed the vault key and he walked to the fireplace and clipped the dog's leads to their collars and grabbed a handful of floo powder. He was glad that he had trained his dogs to go by floo but he kept them on a tight leash all the time.
"Leaky cauldron!" and with that he and his dogs had disappeared.
He arrived at the leaky cauldron and landed flawlessly on his feet. He looked around and pulled the hood of his cloak over his head so it shadowed his face. All the wizards looked at the stranger with mixed curiosity and fear. They were frightened that this might be Voldemort in disguise, as they all knew what had happened the night before.
Harry held his head high and walked through the dingy pub towards the back entrance. He tapped on the bricks in the sequence he was taught and walked through the archway when it appeared. Many people turned towards him but he paid them no attention. He went to the large marble bank of Gringotts and did not look once at the goblins.
"I'd like to withdraw some money from the Potter vault please!" Harry stated. An evil looking goblin looked at him over the desk.
"And do you Mr Potter have the key?" Harry handed the goblin the key and was then hurried to another goblin and riding sickeningly fast through tunnels till he had stopped at a vault. When the door was open he was shocked to see mountains of Galleons. He grinned with glee at the thought of spending it but he would leave some in there for his last year. He grabbed three pouches of galleons and then was waltzed back to the main desk. He walked back up to the desk and asked for a whole pouch of galleons converted to muggle pounds, which was soon done and then he walked back outside to the sun. He walked straight towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. The bell sounded above the door as he pushed it open.
A squat witch who seemed to have a ready smile looked up towards him and as soon as she laid eyes on the two fierce looking dogs by his side her face froze and looked grim.
"Get those dogs out of my store. They will ruin all the material!" she screeched.
"Ok sorry!" Harry said with his hands up in a surrender motion. He quickly walked back outside and tied his dogs to a post. He walked back into the shop and up to the squat which.
"How may I help you?" she asked.
"I need some Hogwarts robes please," he asked.
"Of course come right this way sir!" and with that she turned her back and to a changing stool. He stood on a stool and was severely embarrassed when the woman started to measure everywhere and he meant everywhere.
She fitted him for his robe, shirt, ties, and jumper. He already felt constricted. At his old school he could wear whatever he wanted as long as he wore a black shirt and trousers. He would always wear trainers and white t-shirts under the shirt that was always open. He didn't buy shoes or trousers at the robe shop, as they looked horrible. He was going to buy some from the muggle world. He was soon fitted and he walked out of the robe shop with many bags. He looked at his dogs and decided that as they couldn't go in any shops he would leave them where they were after all they looked happy enough just lying there and snoozing it seemed. He chuckled to himself and started to think through what his sisters had needed. He then knew he would have to get potion ingredients, a cauldron, and schoolbooks. So off he went.
He first got his potion items and then went to Flourish and Blotts the bookstore and was just looking through all the school items when all of a sudden he was knocked into by a gothic, looking girl.
"Oh sorry," she sneered. Harry looked on in shock as he saw that it was Maria.
"Mary?" Harry asked pushing down his hood.
"Harry! What are you doing here? I thought you were just going to stay at home," she said and the sneer was gone.
"Yeah well it seems the whole family's going to be at the same school," he said in a sarcastically chirpy voice causing Maria to wince at his tone.
"Ouch I bet you aren't happy," she stated.
"No I wasn't still aren't," he replied.
"Maria there you are!" drawled a voice. Harry looked up from his little sister and saw a tall white haired boy that had pointed features and cold grey eyes. Harry felt an instant dislike to him for some reason, which he passed off as over protectiveness. The boy, who seemed to be as old as Harry, came right up behind Maria and looked Harry up and down, assessing him. Harry could tell he was impressed by the way the boy raised his eyebrow though it was quickly hidden.
"And who are you?" the boy sneered and Harry instantly knew where Maria had gotten it from. Maria never talked about her friends at school just saying they were ok and such whilst Rory went on and on about her friends and how the whole god damn school loved her.
"I could ask the same of you."
"Draco this is my big brother Harry, Harry this is my best friend Draco Malfoy!" Maria interrupted. Harry looked at Draco and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah I've heard of you. The one with a death eater for a father," he said scathingly. Maria glared at her brother whilst Draco's lips twitched as well as his eye.
"Yeah well at least they are still alive unlike yours. How stupid were they to get themselves blown up!" came the quick reply. Harry was seeing red as well as Draco and Maria was looking between two of the most important men in her life in horror. She had never heard Harry so rude before not even towards Rory who he hated, and although Draco was rude to all the other houses he was never as vicious.
"The thing is at least my parents were respected unlike some I know. I hear the dementors in Azkaban are just waiting for you and your father. Got the mark yet or are you just Voldemort's ass licker!" Harry said his fists clenched. Maria knew this was a bad sign. Harry though smirked when he saw the shudder the blonde had when Harry said Voldemort.
"Aww scared are you Malfoy I thought that you being so close to him would have made you tough or are you only allowed to say master like a little slave," Harry sneered.
"Why you…" and with that Draco had jumped at Harry knocking him backwards. Harry punched and kicked as well as Draco and they were a tangle of arms and legs.
"I'm going to kill you!" Draco screamed.
"I'd like to see you try!" replied Harry and the fight returned. They were soon pulled apart by two large hairy arms. Maria ran between the two and shook her head angrily.
"I can't believe you two!" was all she said before she took Draco's arm and led him out of the shop with a bleeding nose and eye. Harry though wasn't much better. His lip was starting to bruise and there was a sharp gash on his cheek.
"Now wha' were you doin'" said a voice. Harry looked up, craning his neck as his did so to a giant of a man with a big bushy beard.
"He started it!" Harry exclaimed. The large man was just about to reply when he was called. Harry looked behind the man towards what seemed to be a group of carrot heads as they all seemed to have red hair.
"Arthur!" the large man called.
"Hagrid what's going on?" a balding man asked.
"Well this 'ere lad go' in a fight with young Malfoy!" Hagrid stated.
"Really well I'll handle this if you want Hagrid!" Arthur stated. Hagrid nodded and thanked the man then walked out of the shop.
"Well who are you then?" the man asked kindly.
"Harry Potter Santo," he replied. He saw the whole family look him up and down and he saw the mother (well who he thought to be the mother) widen her eyes at his piercings.
"Are you really? Well I am Arthur Weasley and this is my family. This is my wife Molly, my youngest son Ron and my only daughter Ginny," Arthur said. Harry watched amused as the girl blushed when he looked at her and quickly turned away. The boy, Ron, rolled his eyes.
"Don't mind her she has a crush on you. She says the whole bad wizard thing makes you hot!" Ron said.
"Ronald shut up!" Ginny hissed angrily her eyes slits. He had seen that look often and he knew that Ron was in deep trouble with her.
"We do have more to the family. There is Fred and George but they're with their mate Lee Jordan, my other brother Percy but he's working at the ministry, Charlie he's in Romania looking after Dragons and then my oldest brother Bill who's in Egypt working on curses for Gringotts the wizarding bank," Ron stated unaware of the daggers his little sister was glaring at him.
"Oh well I have to buy my books then I'm going to the muggle world," Harry stated picking up the books that had been knocked from his hand when he had fought Malfoy.
"Really?" Arthur Weasley said his eyes lighting up like a child's would at the mention of sweets.
"Don't mind him Harry dear, he loves everything to do with muggles," Molly Weasley said. Harry smiled, instantly liking the woman.
"Well I'm just going to pay for these bye," and without waiting for a response Harry turned and walked to the counter. He bought the books and then went to where his dogs were tied up. He grabbed them and then walked back to the leaky Cauldron. He held his stuff tightly under one arm and the leads of his dogs in the other dropping the floo powder loosely calling out his home and was off in green flames. He came back to his house and saw that no one was there which he was glad about. He quickly put his stuff in his room and saw the dreaded Hogwarts letter lying on his pillow. He picked it up and opened it seeing that he had been made to do Divination one of the subjects he truly despised. This meant that he would have to go back to Diagon Alley and buy the book for that stupid subject. He unclipped the leads from his dogs and left them in his room and changed his cloak for a black denim jacket. He was glad that when he was over in Salem he and his friends had gone into the muggle town and bought all muggle clothes and got piercings. He grabbed a wallet and put the muggle money into it. He walked to the fireplace that was connected to the floo and was back in the Leaky Cauldron.
He didn't look at anybody as he walked out into muggle London and looked around. No one paid any attention to him something, which he revelled in and he walked through the streets, hands in his blue jean pockets. He saw a barbershop so he walked inside.
"What can I do for you?" asked a tall man with no hair what so ever.
"I was wondering could you dye the ends of my hair green?" Harry said.
"Sure thing take a seat," the guy said and soon Harry had the ends of his hair died green which contrasted with the black in his hair.
"That'll be thirty quid," the man said. Harry paid the money and left the shop. He walked to a shoe store and looked through the shoes so he could find what he could wear to school, which would show his individuality. He decided to buy black doctor martins, which cost him a bit of money and then bought baggy black trousers. He then walked to a piercing shop and got his left eyebrow pierced as a treat to himself. He returned back to Diagon Alley and then bought the divination book he required. He then decided it was time for him to return back home. Which is what he did. When he got back home he found his parents and sisters waiting for him.
"Harry Maria told us you had a fight with Draco Malfoy today," Nigel Santo said grimly.
"Yeah what's it got to do with you?" Harry asked.
"Everything! Whether you like it or not legally me and Jayne are your parents!" he said angrily.
"Yeah legally and used to be by heart but that all changed when you showed the truth. That you only took me in because of her!" he cried pointing to Rory.
"We never said that!" Jayne cried tears falling from her eyes.
"You didn't have to!"
"I don't need you but Rory and Maria do. I'm only going to stay because of them and no one else," Harry said angrily the turned and stomped up the stairs to his room. He went to his CD player and turned it on full blast playing Linkin Park.
That was how the summer went. Harry only came out of his room to eat and use the bathroom then he would shut himself back into his room and practice his magic. Maria didn't talk to him as she was still mad at him for his fight with Draco and when Rory tried to talk to him, he would ignore her. Soon though it was time for Hogwarts.
They all went to Kings cross-station and went through a barrier between platforms nine and ten to get to where the train would be taking off. Harry didn't say goodbye to his family at all he walked straight by them his dogs by his side and he was pulling his case as if it weighed nothing at all. He walked onto the train and found an almost empty compartment right near the back of the train. There was only one other person sitting in the compartment. A bushy haired girl with buckteeth and in her hands was a thick book.
"Hi mind if I sit here?" Harry asked.
"No of course not," the girl said looking surprised as if she had never had friends before.
"Thanks. I'm Harry," he stated when he had put his case away in the overhead compartment.
"I'm Hermione Granger," she said shutting her book.
"I don't mean to sound rude but where are your friends?" Harry asked.
"I don't have any. They think I'm too smart and a know it all," she stated sadly.
"Well you do now," Harry grinned and they started talking like best friends. The compartment door opened and Ron stood there with three other boys. One was black and was wearing a west ham t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was holding a sketchpad under one arm. Beside him was a thickset boy just as tall as Ron with sandy blonde hair and a grin. Then behind them all was a slightly over weight boy with brown hair and though he was wearing Gryffindor robes he looked neither brave nor courageous.
"Hello Harry!" Ron greeted.
"Hi Ron!"
"Look its miss Know it all!" The sandy haired boy jeered.
"Leave her alone" Harry hissed.
"Or what you'll pierce me?" he asked laughing. Harry stood up and towered over them.
"How about you say something else," he stated. The sandy haired boy said nothing.
"Sorry about Seamus Harry he's always like that. Let me introduce you to the other boys of Gryffindor. The sandy haired git is Seamus, the west ham fan is Dean and the one who's left is Neville. Guys this is Harry," Ron said motioning to each person in turn.
"Well it's nice to meet you," Harry said and they all fell into awkward silence.
"Well it was nice seeing you again Harry," Ron said and quickly left. Harry sighed and sat back down.
"They are mean to you aren't they," Harry stated. Hermione nodded sadly and they sat there quietly.
"Well I had better get changed the school is close," Hermione stated getting up and walking out of the compartment with a bag in hand. Harry took this chance to get changed. He put on his baggy black trousers with freshly cut holes in the knees. He kept on his black muscle shirt then put on his baggy white shirt over that leaving it done up only to the middle of his chest. He pulled on his robes and left them hanging off his shoulders and his tie was untied around his neck. He pulled on his boots and tucked the front of his trousers into the front of his boots. The compartment door opened just as Harry zipped up his trousers.
"Oh I'm so sorry I should have knocked!" Hermione said blushing.
"No you would only have seen my boxers anyway," Harry stated. He looked out of the compartment window and saw that they were in Hogsmead.
"We're here," he stated sounding nervous.
"You'll be fine," Hermione stated grabbing her bag and a heavy book. Once Harry had gotten outside of the train he saw the large hairy man called Hagrid standing there surrounded by a bunch of new students.
"Do I go with them or do I go with you?" Harry asked Hermione.
"I don't know we don't usually have new students during later school its always first years," Hermione stated.
"Excuse me?" asked a greasy sounding voice. Harry turned slowly and was shocked to find what seemed to be an overgrown bat standing right in front of him. With greasy black hair, a prominent nose and shallow skin the man with the swooping black robes looked as imposing as any horror creature.
"Yes?"
"You are to come to the castle with me so Headmaster Dumbledore may speak to you," and with that the greasy haired man turned around and walked off. Showing that he was always respected. Harry sighed and said bye to Hermione then walked off to follow the bat. They stepped into a horseless carriage and tense silence was apparent. Harry looked out the windows at the extensive lake and grounds. His eyes widened he had seen pictures but this place was much better in real life. The carriage stopped and the bat got out Harry following.
They walked up the stairs to the main oak doors and walked through the halls. Harry was shocked to see moving pictures. In Salem they had paintings and muggle photos not magical. He could also see their disapproving glance at his clothes and piercings causing Harry to smirk. He had gotten the reaction he loved.
The reason Harry dressed the way he did was because he loved to get a reaction. He always wanted to be unique and to show people that he was his own person not just the brother to the girl who lived. He was always compared to her and was always thought of as the dark wizard so he made sure to get a reaction from people when they saw him.
They walked to a stone gargoyle and Harry was very amused to hear:
"Snickers." The bat looked like it had nearly killed him to say that. The gargoyle moved and stairs appeared behind the figure. Harry went up the stairs and was led to a large round office with lots of trinkets.
"Hello. You must be Harry," said a kind old voice. Harry looked at the man that looked like Merlin.
"That's me, you must be the headmaster," Harry stated just for the sake of something to say. The man chuckled.
"Yes you are quite right my boy! I am Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts and I just wanted to speak to you about your results you got in Salem," he said going to his desk and pulling out a file with loads of papers overfilling. Harry winced. He knew this was his school file from Salem and he hadn't been a saint there. He blamed his friends, he tried to help them out and he got in trouble. That was his excuse and he was sticking to it.
"You seem to have had quite a colourful past in Salem am I right?" Dumbledore asked looking knowingly over the rim of his half moon glasses.
"Look my friends did some stupid things and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time," Harry shrugged. Dumbledore chuckled and shook his head.
"Well then we'll leave it at that. Now I was looking at your results from your W.I.Ts. What are W.I.Ts?" Dumbledore asked confused.
"W.I.T is the American name for the tests we have which is like your O.W.Ls. It stands for Wizard Intelligence Testing. We get tested on everything we have learnt and then some," Harry stated.
"Well you seem to have gotten all good grades to be able to be put straight into lessons with the other students. Now that is sorted, lets go and get you sorted," Dumbledore said chuckling at his own joke. Harry snorted and then followed the old man out of his office and to the large great hall. Harry saw a bunch of first years standing there looking worried and one young girl looked like she was nearly crying.
"Harry stay here and go in with the other students follow the instructions from there," Dumbledore said and then he turned and walked off through the large doors, which shut behind him. Harry turned and saw the girl still crying. He walked over to her and knelt down as he was way taller then her.
"You alright?" Harry asked softly.
"I'm scared," the girl whimpered. Her bright blue eyes glittering from her silver tears and her shoulder length blonde hair fell into her eyes hiding her face like a curtain.
"Why are you scared?" Harry asked.
"I don't know anyone and I have no friends. Also I'm a muggle born and supposedly I'm weaker then pure blood wizards," the girl whispered not once looking at Harry.
"Who told you this?"
"This white haired boy with grey eyes and a girl with black hair that covered one eye and the other eye was brown," the girl whimpered. Harry growled under his breath. He was going to get his sister for this. She knew that he and his sister were half bloods as they were considered.
"Well I'm your friend and I don't think you're weaker then me," Harry said sweetly. The girl sniffed and looked up. Her eyes widened at the sight of Harry's hairstyle and the piercings he had adorning his skin.
"Really," she sniffed. Harry nodded causing the girl to break out in a bright smile.
"I'm Harry who are you?" Harry asked.
"I'm Rose," the girl said shyly. Harry smiled, when a coughing interrupted them.
"As I was saying you will be sorted into you houses which will be like your family. There are four houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Your house will be like your family. Everything you do well will earn you points and everything you do wrong will loose you points," said a stern looking woman. Harry stifled a laugh looking down at Rose who too was giggling. Harry watched as the stern looking woman smiled slightly looking at them then turned and walked through the doors. Harry felt a small hand slip into his bigger one and he looked down to see Rose standing there looking nervous. Harry smiled then started to walk. Leading the group. He saw everyone stair at him for his piercings and for the way he was holding a little girls hand. He looked over at his sister Rory and smirked at her when he saw her shooting daggers and the small girl holding his hand. He then looked over to his other sister that was smiling at him and he glared at her. His glare was one the worst she had ever seen and she knew he was mad at her. Harry watched as a ratty looking hat was placed on a three-legged stool. He tuned out to look at the people surrounding him until he heard his name called.
"Santo, Harry James Potter," the stern lady called. Everyone started to whisper to his or her selves as he walked to the front. This couldn't be the saviour's brother; the hope of light had a brother who looked like the hope of dark? The hat was place of Harry's head.
"Mm what do we have here then? You seem to be a very contradicting person. You are smart I'll give you that but you have a certain disregards for the rules so you can't go there. Hufflepuff maybe? You are kind and loyal but only to those who earn your trust so not Hufflepuff then. Slytherin maybe?" the hat said to Harry in his head.
"No!" Harry cried strongly causing the hat to chuckle.
"Of course not. You are sneaky and will do anything to get your own way. You are great and Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness but no. You are too willing to stay in the front and fight for what you believe in. You have already fought darkness once already and you will fight it again so it had better be:
GRYFFINDOR" The table started to clap and Hermione stood up for her friend. Harry looked at Rory and was pleased to see her how upset she was. He looked at Rose and winked causing her to smile then he went and sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione.
"Sate, Rose!" Harry watched interested as Rose walked to the stool nervously wringing her hands together. Five minutes passed before finally;
"GRYFFINDOR!" Harry stood up and whistled and clapped as his little friend jumped off the stool and ran towards him. He caught her as she ran to him and swung her around.
"See it wasn't so bad was it?" he asked kindly and she shyly shook her head.
"So do you want to sit with me and my friend Hermione or sit with people in your year?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to go and make some friends," she said brightly.
"Well good luck," Harry said. She smiled then turned and ran over to the other first years and started talking Happily to two girls and two boys.
"That was really nice of you," Hermione stated as Harry sat back down.
"Thanks. It's just I see little kids and I can't help but feel jealous of them if they have a loving family and a normal life yet I feel sorry for kids that have no one. I'm just a sucker for kids," Harry shrugged. Harry started to eat and out of the corner of his eye he could see many people glaring at Hermione for sitting with him and talking to him.
"Are they your friends?" Harry asked pointing to a pretty Asian girl with plaited hair and a brown haired girl.
"That's Lavender and Parvati they are the most popular girls in school and they hate me. They think that because I don't care about boys or looks but more about my school work I'm a freak," she said sadly.
"Also they probably think you're cute and I'm stealing you from them," she laughed and Harry did also.
The next day after Harry had gone to the tower and made friends with the guys Harry was standing around waiting for Defence against the Dark arts when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hi I hear you're Rory's big brother. Did you learn magic off her?" asked a fifth year boy that seemed pompous.
"No she learnt it off me," Harry stated.
"Sure… So you're saying that the girl who lived, the one to defeat you know who taught magic off someone else. Excuse me for being so rude but Rory is one of the best witches I have ever seen. There is no way you are better then her," said the boy.
"You want to test that theory?" Harry said holding out his wand, his eyes glittering darkly.
"I was just asking a question," and with that the boy walked off. Harry was breathing hard in anger. He didn't listen to Hermione as she tried to call him back he ran off through the school and outside. He knew the forest was forbidden but he didn't care. He had to vent his anger. He went into a nice little clearing and started shooting off all the spells he knew, He blew up mud and shot at trees just venting off his anger. He could feel his magic flowing freely through his veins and it was intoxicating.
He screamed as he let the last extra magic out of his body in a spell that brightened up the whole clearing and he was left feeling weak yet free. He panted hard and thought about what the boy had said.
It had always been like that. Maria was let off, she was never compared because she wasn't family by blood but he was. He was always compared to Rory and he was always thought of as weaker then her. After all it wouldn't seem very good to see the girl who lived, the saviour of the wizarding world being weaker then her older brother who was seen to be a dark wizard. He was never good enough. She was cuter, more famous, a better singer (though he hated to sing) and supposedly much more powerful even though he knew this was a lie.
"I'm never good enough!" Harry sighed as he slumped against a tree. No matter what he would do he would never be good enough to prove how powerful he was.
He laid his head against the tree and started to dream. A dream that was going to rock his world!
I'mtheanarchist: Well what do you think? Is this ok? Should I continue like this or completely change it? Well how about that challenge lets try and beat ten reviews for a chapter it's up to you?
JadedMyst: How the hell did you know? Do you have ESP oh well? You were right!
preoperative: Ok thanks for your review and I think I answered about why Harry is a punk. He's one to cause a reaction and to show how different he is to his sister. Also Maria isn't a Goth. She has a gothic style as she wears all black and black eyeliner. There is a reason for this, which will be revealed later on in the story but not now.