AN: Alrighty I was seriously probably gonna abandon this fic but some reviewers and my friend Mack changed my mind… DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
Chapter 3: Flashbacks
We're almost to Hogwarts. I remember all the changes I went through this summer all the pain…
I just gotten picked up by my "uncle" Vernon and I could already tell this summer wasn't going to be pleasant. When we arrived back at the Hell House I was told I no longer deserved the privilege of sleeping in Dudley's second bedroom…
I was smacked across the face for having my "freak" friends threaten his family…
"Boy, give me all your freak things," Vernon commanded strictly. I did of course I didn't think anything of it. I thought he was going to lock all my stuff up. I wasn't expecting what happened next.
He took all my stuff into the backyard to what looked like a fire pit. Then I knew exactly what was going to happen…
He poured gasoline all over my things, I just stood there in shocked horror. Then he lit it. I snapped out of my dazed and tried to get to the flames that held all my possessions. Vernon grabbed me and punched me in the face.
I watched from my position on the ground as, my schoolwork, my books, my invisibility cloak, and my photo album burned into ashes. Then my mind, faded into unconsciousness.
I woke up in my old cupboard under the stairs and was frantic… I checked my back pocket and thanked whatever God there was for my wand still being there.
All my possessions, all the things I had ever owned, we're destroyed by that BASTARD. I've never felt such hate before even Voldermort wasn't this bad in my mind. All I knew was that the bastard would pay.
I started to think… maybe this is my punishment for getting Sirius killed.
After a couple days in the cupboard Uncle Vernon, or the bastard as I now liked to call him. Let me out, he gave me strict instructions to weed the backyard. Fuck that, was my first thought. I had already decided to runaway I had a fortune just waiting to be spent.
I headed out to the garden. I was so stupid. I was about to leave when I heard a screech of an owl and on word came to my mind…Hedwig. I ran into the house as fast as possible but I already knew I was to late.
I found the bastard standing over her with a stained in blood kitchen knife.
I remember, "You little worthless freak, can't even protect your blasted bird." He taunted. The thing that kept sticking in my mind was worthless, and can't protect.
I ran out of that house and didn't stop running till I thought I'd collapse.
When I finally stopped at a park I sat on the swing and thought. He's right, I can't protect myself from a blasted muggle. I couldn't protect Sirius, I almost got my friends killed.
Wait, are they really my friends? Of course they are I cant believe I'd even think that. Then again Ron would get jealous of me, and Hermione would choose Ron over me any day.
I fell asleep in the park. I dreamed about Voldermort torturing muggles and wizards. While I was watching though, I was starting to enjoy. To see the writher in pain, to maybe feel just an ounce of what I'm feeling.
I woke up and decide to travel to London. I snuck onto a couple trains. Avoided security and people in general very well. I went into the leaky cauldron, and Tom said hi. He asked why I was there and I told him I needed to get some quills to do a report. The fool fell for it and even got someone to open Diagon Alley for me.
I went straight to Gringots, and got 5,000 dollars in muggle money and 70 gallons. I headed straight to Knocturn Alley. I spied a shop that said, Knives, Cloaks, Familiars, You want it we got it.
I headed straight for it. I entered and noticed a snake that seemed to be calling me. It was a black snake that shimmered silver with deep gold eyes. I walked towards it and said hello.
It said, hellos youngs master.
I asked if she would like to be my pet and she agreed I then found out her name was Rasha. Next to the snake cage was a row of knives, I saw a steel switch blade with snake engravings. I knew right away I need it.
Next to the knives were cloaks, and robes. Beyond that we're quills, books, and anything else you could think of. I spied a cloak that was black and on the back, it had a snake weaving around a sword, with a skull for a handle.
That was also purchased. The total only came to 30 gallons ten for each item.
Then I headed back to Diagon Alley to replace what was burned.
When I got back into muggle London. I shopped for some clothes that fit. They were mostly black and green. I had been showing my slytherin side more often now. I got contacts and I went and got a haircut.
I had decided that I didn't want to be pushed around. Be Dumbledore's Golden Boy. I just wanted to be me.
At night I began to just stare at my blade. I accidental dropped it and cut my palm. I was amazed for a little bit I was free. All I felt was the pain of the knife, slicing through my skin. I forgot everything else.
That was when I started cutting. That's when I began to second guess everything I thought I knew. That's when Voldermort's words would come back to me… There is no good or evil, only power. I started to see things not in black and white, but in shades of grey…
Prefects are going up and down the halls, telling us to put on our robes. Time to stop remember the past, and time to see what they think of their savior.