Chapter One "The Beginning"
Harry bolted upright in his bed - he had had another dream about Sirius, the closest thing to a father he ever had.
Getting out of bed, he decided to get a glass of water. His body was pouring out sweat and he needed one. He tiptoed down the stairs so not to wake Petunia and Vernon. Those two weren't worthy of being addressed as "aunt" and "uncle" in his personal thoughts.
Coming to the kitchen, he was careful not to bump into anything or make any noises with the glasses.
'No one should have to be this careful in the house he lives in. This is flat out ridiculous!' Harry thought to himself. Getting his glass of water, he started back up the stairs. And then he heard Vernon's door open.
'Oh God! Don't let him see me!' he thought.
"Well, if it isn't my favourite nephew. What the hell are you doing out of bed! Getting a snack? As if you need anymore fattening." Vernon said silkily.
"No Uncle Vernon. Just getting a glass of water, I was really thirsty." Harry replied politely. Then Vernon slapped him; hard enough to knock his glasses off of his face.
"Don't speak back to me, boy! I do so much for you! I go to work everyday so you are fed, I clothe you, I give you a place to sleep! And this is what I get in return!" Vernon roared.
Harry couldn't move; any movement Vernon might take the wrong way and hit him again and that was the last thing he needed. Then suddenly, Vernon's face contorted, perhaps with fear? He turned around and hurried back into his room. It was as if he saw something that scared him. But what was it?
Picking his glasses up off the ground and looking around him, Harry didn't see anything. Turning around and looking, he caught a glimpse of someone going down the stairs. Harry decided to follow the person. As he made his way down the stairs, he called out,
"Who's there?" At first there was no answer but then he heard, very faintly, a song. Not a song he recognized but a song nonetheless.
"...needs a little help, to wash away the pain she's felt, she wants to feel the healing hands of someone who cares..." Harry stopped in his tracks. Was someone trying to tell him something? Perhaps they knew what was going on? Perhaps they knew how he felt? Then an idea hit Harry, perhaps he could wash away his own pain...by changing his appearance to something edgy. Vernon was one of those people that became frightened by something different; he would be left alone!
Now, the only problem was putting his plan into action...