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Disclaimer: see chapter 1 (I don't have time for this)
Synopsis: Takes place right after Order of the Phoenix: Harry Potter had not had an easy school year and things were going to get even worse at Number Four Privet Drive.
Just to recap: He despised his short-cropped mousy brown hair and dull brown eyes. His nose was too large and his mouth naturally turned up at the corners. He glared angrily at his own reflection and in one smooth move punched the mirror, shattering it. He ignored the small lines of blood tracing his hand and walked over to get dressed. His host family was planning to spend the day at some amusement park or other. He snarled and grabbed a pair of slim fitting jeans and a dark green t-shirt. Immaculately dressed, he cursed the people who invented such absurd clothing. Muggles. Hnn. Who needs them?
Only he could be having such an abysmal summer. NO ONE could argue with him on that.
Although Harry could beg to differ.
On with the story!
Summer Heat: Chapter 4
Later that same day, Drake staggered into his bedroom and simply collapsed on his bed. Never in all his life had he felt that tired, not even after a quidditch match or practice. The goddamn Dursleys had kept him running all day. Who knew such overweight people would have that much energy to walk around all day for hours on end. He had watched Dudley stop at every food stand and order gargantuan amounts of food. He had watched Dudley throw a tantrum because he couldn't fit on the merry-go-round. The merry-go-round! What a baby!
Drake had instead insisted they go on the roller coaster. Of course, the highest, fastest, and most "dangerous" one there was. Mrs. Dursley, had, of course whimpered and whined, and complained that her "Dudders" might get hurt. Hurt? Dudley would be lucky if he could get back out again. She stared fearfully as Drake and Dudley stood in line for the roller coaster and finally got on. Dudley had to have his own seat, and still barely fit. Drake, then sat by himself. The roller coaster climbed and picked up speed. Drake closed his eyes and imagined being back on the quidditch field, the rush of air through his hair and the exhilarating feeling of complete freedom. The ride was over much too soon. Drake would have suggested that they go on again, but for the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were now glaring at him stopped him from saying a word. Drake watched in amusement as they tried to pry Dudley loose from his seat.
After the ghastly incident with the roller coaster, they had decided to stick to going from food stand to food stand and buying Dudley endless amounts of food. Then afterward, Dudley told his parents some dimwitted lie about going to his friend's house for tea. Dudley then dragged Drake to watch him beat on some ten year olds. It was sickening.
They returned to Number Four Privet Drive several hours later where Vernon and Petunia were preparing to take Drake and Dudley out to dinner. Drake couldn't believe they would be able to stuff any more food into their gluttonous stomachs.
Drake had opted to skip the dinner, but insisted that they go by themselves as a family, as they hadn't spent time together without an intruder.
Twenty minutes later, Drake heard the door slam shut and he rejoiced. A free moment without the most despicable human beings on earth hovering over him. Drake staggered upstairs to his room where he simple collapsed on his bed, exhausted. His limbs felt like lead and he felt sleep creep over him and he fell into a dreamless slumber.
meanwhile...
Harry woke up to another morning, at least he thought it was morning, you couldn't really tell from inside a cupboard. He started his everyday ritual of shifting to his other side to ease the numbing pain. Then breathed in several times of his stale air. He then listened carefully for the sounds of the other "people" that lived in the house. Unfortunately, at that moment, Dudley had decided to jump haphazardly on the stair above the cupboard. Harry, unprepared had received the full blow of the hit and immediately lost consciousness.
It must have been several hours later when Harry finally regained consciousness. The house was silent and the air was hot and dry. The afternoon had grown steadily hotter and drier, until Harry felt like he was being baked in an oven. The air had a slightly salty smell of his sweat and the cupboard felt more and more cramped. Harry let his head fall and succumbed to sleep.
Harry's Dream
It was a dark corridor, a narrow passage that was nearly suffocating. Harry knew consciously that he had never been here but the feeling in the air was familiar. The feeling of fear. The same vision flashed through his mind as it had countless times before. He saw Sirius fall, in a torturous slow motion. He hung in the air, his back arched, and fell gracefully through the veil and never returned. He disappeared. When Harry wanted him back the most...he was gone. Then, an all-consuming blackness. But it was not the comforting darkness that surrounded him, it was pure evil, pure hate, maliciousness hung in the air, and Harry shivered. The cold, high, harsh voice engulfed him, the same harsh voice of his nightmares. "It's your fault. It's your fault he's dead. Sirius wouldn't be gone if it weren't for you. You killed him."
End Dream
Harry shot up and knocked his head against the ceiling of his cupboard...again. His thrashing around in his sleep had caused the bruises that now adorned his body. Harry groaned as he tried to ease his aching muscles. Only then did Harry hear footsteps approaching his cupboard and he froze. He wasn't alone.
Back to Drake
Drake was suddenly awoken by a thumping noise downstairs. Were the Dursleys back already? Somehow, he had managed to drag his deadweight body down the stairs where he discovered that the noise in fact came from under the stairs. Tripping and falling down the few bottom stairs, Drake stumbled to the cupboard. He realized that the cupboard door was locked and the noise happened to be coming from behind the door. As he reached up to closer examine the lock he watched in horror as his skin started to become paler. He caught his reflection in the hall mirror, and saw his hair become lighter and longer and his features became sharper and more defined.
The noise behind the cupboard had stopped and the doorknob was beginning to turn. The door slowly creaked open.
"Damn."
Moonlight-blossom: I hoped you liked it, cause this is one of the chapters I'm kinda insecure about. Oh well hope you enjoyed, leave a review. I love you all! I'll be updating around Thursday or Friday, hope to see you then.
Thank you to reviewers: Elle.H.M., Kees, marathfan1102, snowbunny3, kt, Lo26, Spica P.I, The Wing Master, Yanenkura, Kairi009, Drake lover (anonymous...love the name! lol)
I don't know if you'll understand, but if you do, thanks! For those of you who don't, please bear with me, in a couple of chapters, you'll see where I'm trying to go with this...after I figure out where I want to go with this. Hugs and Kisses for all!
Disclaimer: see chapter 1 (I don't have time for this)
Synopsis: Takes place right after Order of the Phoenix: Harry Potter had not had an easy school year and things were going to get even worse at Number Four Privet Drive.
Just to recap: He despised his short-cropped mousy brown hair and dull brown eyes. His nose was too large and his mouth naturally turned up at the corners. He glared angrily at his own reflection and in one smooth move punched the mirror, shattering it. He ignored the small lines of blood tracing his hand and walked over to get dressed. His host family was planning to spend the day at some amusement park or other. He snarled and grabbed a pair of slim fitting jeans and a dark green t-shirt. Immaculately dressed, he cursed the people who invented such absurd clothing. Muggles. Hnn. Who needs them?
Only he could be having such an abysmal summer. NO ONE could argue with him on that.
Although Harry could beg to differ.
On with the story!
Summer Heat: Chapter 4
Later that same day, Drake staggered into his bedroom and simply collapsed on his bed. Never in all his life had he felt that tired, not even after a quidditch match or practice. The goddamn Dursleys had kept him running all day. Who knew such overweight people would have that much energy to walk around all day for hours on end. He had watched Dudley stop at every food stand and order gargantuan amounts of food. He had watched Dudley throw a tantrum because he couldn't fit on the merry-go-round. The merry-go-round! What a baby!
Drake had instead insisted they go on the roller coaster. Of course, the highest, fastest, and most "dangerous" one there was. Mrs. Dursley, had, of course whimpered and whined, and complained that her "Dudders" might get hurt. Hurt? Dudley would be lucky if he could get back out again. She stared fearfully as Drake and Dudley stood in line for the roller coaster and finally got on. Dudley had to have his own seat, and still barely fit. Drake, then sat by himself. The roller coaster climbed and picked up speed. Drake closed his eyes and imagined being back on the quidditch field, the rush of air through his hair and the exhilarating feeling of complete freedom. The ride was over much too soon. Drake would have suggested that they go on again, but for the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were now glaring at him stopped him from saying a word. Drake watched in amusement as they tried to pry Dudley loose from his seat.
After the ghastly incident with the roller coaster, they had decided to stick to going from food stand to food stand and buying Dudley endless amounts of food. Then afterward, Dudley told his parents some dimwitted lie about going to his friend's house for tea. Dudley then dragged Drake to watch him beat on some ten year olds. It was sickening.
They returned to Number Four Privet Drive several hours later where Vernon and Petunia were preparing to take Drake and Dudley out to dinner. Drake couldn't believe they would be able to stuff any more food into their gluttonous stomachs.
Drake had opted to skip the dinner, but insisted that they go by themselves as a family, as they hadn't spent time together without an intruder.
Twenty minutes later, Drake heard the door slam shut and he rejoiced. A free moment without the most despicable human beings on earth hovering over him. Drake staggered upstairs to his room where he simple collapsed on his bed, exhausted. His limbs felt like lead and he felt sleep creep over him and he fell into a dreamless slumber.
meanwhile...
Harry woke up to another morning, at least he thought it was morning, you couldn't really tell from inside a cupboard. He started his everyday ritual of shifting to his other side to ease the numbing pain. Then breathed in several times of his stale air. He then listened carefully for the sounds of the other "people" that lived in the house. Unfortunately, at that moment, Dudley had decided to jump haphazardly on the stair above the cupboard. Harry, unprepared had received the full blow of the hit and immediately lost consciousness.
It must have been several hours later when Harry finally regained consciousness. The house was silent and the air was hot and dry. The afternoon had grown steadily hotter and drier, until Harry felt like he was being baked in an oven. The air had a slightly salty smell of his sweat and the cupboard felt more and more cramped. Harry let his head fall and succumbed to sleep.
Harry's Dream
It was a dark corridor, a narrow passage that was nearly suffocating. Harry knew consciously that he had never been here but the feeling in the air was familiar. The feeling of fear. The same vision flashed through his mind as it had countless times before. He saw Sirius fall, in a torturous slow motion. He hung in the air, his back arched, and fell gracefully through the veil and never returned. He disappeared. When Harry wanted him back the most...he was gone. Then, an all-consuming blackness. But it was not the comforting darkness that surrounded him, it was pure evil, pure hate, maliciousness hung in the air, and Harry shivered. The cold, high, harsh voice engulfed him, the same harsh voice of his nightmares. "It's your fault. It's your fault he's dead. Sirius wouldn't be gone if it weren't for you. You killed him."
End Dream
Harry shot up and knocked his head against the ceiling of his cupboard...again. His thrashing around in his sleep had caused the bruises that now adorned his body. Harry groaned as he tried to ease his aching muscles. Only then did Harry hear footsteps approaching his cupboard and he froze. He wasn't alone.
Back to Drake
Drake was suddenly awoken by a thumping noise downstairs. Were the Dursleys back already? Somehow, he had managed to drag his deadweight body down the stairs where he discovered that the noise in fact came from under the stairs. Tripping and falling down the few bottom stairs, Drake stumbled to the cupboard. He realized that the cupboard door was locked and the noise happened to be coming from behind the door. As he reached up to closer examine the lock he watched in horror as his skin started to become paler. He caught his reflection in the hall mirror, and saw his hair become lighter and longer and his features became sharper and more defined.
The noise behind the cupboard had stopped and the doorknob was beginning to turn. The door slowly creaked open.
"Damn."
Moonlight-blossom: I hoped you liked it, cause this is one of the chapters I'm kinda insecure about. Oh well hope you enjoyed, leave a review. I love you all! I'll be updating around Thursday or Friday, hope to see you then.
Thank you to reviewers: Elle.H.M., Kees, marathfan1102, snowbunny3, kt, Lo26, Spica P.I, The Wing Master, Yanenkura, Kairi009, Drake lover (anonymous...love the name! lol)
I don't know if you'll understand, but if you do, thanks! For those of you who don't, please bear with me, in a couple of chapters, you'll see where I'm trying to go with this...after I figure out where I want to go with this. Hugs and Kisses for all!