Lavender read through all the accounts over and over. She knew some of these feelings. Her father... he had been an alcoholic. Well had been was a stupid way of putting it. He still was. Her and her sister were beaten and raped much like the person who wrote these very accounts that she held. Whoever it was didn't mention magic in the family but then again her own father was a wizard and never used one spell on her. She guessed that it wouldn't make much difference. Lavender looked at the last account found the one she had read the one that had made her weep. The first few lines. She noted that the family was muggles. Lavender found herself becoming more and more in need of knowing who this person was. It had in fact stopped her cutting so much. She had never gone to the lengths of trying to kill herself like the mystery writer had but finding out who he was, was keeping her from causing herself to cut. Stopped her feeling her own pain but feeling his instead. Many did not realise that the writer was male but it was no secret he states several times that he is a wizard. She now knew his family were muggles she knew he was powerful, but inside his own mind he was very weak. She knew the weakness as she felt it too. How weak you felt when someone touched you and you could do nothing to stop it. When she was younger she didn't realise that her father touching her in those places was a bad thing just thought it was what happened with everyone but she found out... found out how wrong she was and now she wouldn't go near him but that didn't stop him finding her. He came to her at the dead of night and held her down. He slammed into her not caring if she was crying or not. Not caring if he hurt her, just not caring at all.
Hermione walked in to find papers all over Lavenders bed much like they were every night. Hermione sighed. The girl had become obsessed with this writer. Sure Hermione herself liked to hear the tales but she did not believe them. They were just stories. Whoever was writing it just wanted an honest opinion of what people thought. The writer of course said they were true but they couldn't be. She had herself read the one about the boy growing to be a man at the age of eight. She only believed it to be stories no one could be put into a freak show. They were long gone. Anyway who would pay to watch someone get beaten and raped? She stood over Lavender and read one of the older accounts. The first one found to be exact.
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It's not my fault I'm the way I am. I was born this way. A wizard... it's just something even more freaky than someone normal. I mean... well never mind. I can't even admit these things to myself in my head let alone down on paper. This paper is my only friend. A diary. Someone to talk to. It listens and understands. No one could possibly understand me. No one but this paper. Paper my friend you have helped me through these times. I thank you.
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It was one of the short ones. Written in a deep red to make the effect more dramatic. There were a few of these. Actually most were. Supposedly the blood loss had been high enough for him to pass out after some. Some were even left unfinished with a line falling down the paper again making it more dramatic and almost seem real. /This wizard sure has talent/ Hermione suddenly realised that this was in fact a male. Not many people had noticed that he always used the word wizard and never witch. She pointed this out to Lavender who said she already knew that. Hermione doubted she did. Hermione knew Lavender wasn't that smart.
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Harry washed the dried blood off of his leg. A dull ache spread over him. This was his pain. This was his control. He smiled once again. The words over his body showered with water. Water ran down him. Once he was fully clean of blood he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his slender waist. He changed quickly into a long sleeved T-shirt and his overly big jeans. He silently made sure he put his concealment charm over his body and walked towards Dumbledore's office. He needed to know. Harry walked into Dumbledore's office and sat down. Dumbledore watched Harry.
"Yes my boy?" Harry continued watching Dumbledore. 'Legillimens' Harry silently went back into the depths of Dumbledore's mind still unnoticed by the old headmaster. "Harry what are you here for?" Harry remained silent still searching for what he needed to know. It was the search for something, something that since the last time had haunted him. He felt he needed to know. He felt it was his right to know. "Please Harry speak to me." Dumbledore was practically begging. There it was. The thing he had spent only minuets searching for but had spend hours thinking about. He had seen his family. A women he did not recognise. He knew that scream though. In his dreams. Her death but it was not Voldermort who stood there killing her. It was Dumbledore. It was then that he'd seen his father. Severus Snape. His potions professor. The man who loathed and despised him for his 'fathers' bad treatment. It was all lies though. Severus Snape couldn't hate him. Severus Snape was his father. And James Potter was not real. He couldn't be hated for being his son any longer. Now Severus would have to give Harry a chance.--
Severus Snape's mind went wild. He was seeing things. Memories. His wife. His child. There happy times together. Harry's fist steps with Elaine and himself smiling proudly. Harry had his mothers green eyes and his own hair but much shorter and shiny like his mother. He couldn't believe it. The boy he had hated so much had been his own son. His happy home had been destroyed not by someone he hated but someone he had trusted. Dumbledore. He had been the one to fill his head with hatred for people. Hatred for his own son! His own father! Why were these memories coming back to him? Well he didn't know but the magic Harry had used on Dumbledore had realised memories. Only to those who were involved. To those who were most effected.
Remus somehow knew Lily, James and Sirius were not real. It confused him for a long time. He couldn't quiet believe it. His memories were all mixed up. He remembered Severus his best friend. Elaine. His best friends wife and then there was Harry. His godson. All had been separated after Dumbledore had killed Elaine and placed the blame on Severus's father. The man was powerful. He wanted the world in his hands. He practically had it. Voldermort. He was not real. Well he was but only as a man. Tom Riddle. Severus's father. A man who only tried to bring Dumbledore down. Dumbledore had sent the mans only grandson against him. These two remembered everything from their child-hoods. The incident with the whomping willow was not real. They did not hate each other. They were best friends. Practically inseparable. They could not believe a mere spell had kept there friendship apart.
A/n - Sorry! I know it's been done so often!! Who else could I have used though! honestly I think it's the only person I could have used.
Thanks to my reviewers!! :D
Grin - yup I know it needs improvments but I can't get rid of the long paragraphs although I did try! Yes Harry is pretty pessimistic. I shall get to the Draco bits soon enough but for now I gotta concentrate on Lavender!
Tamyka- I will go into Lavender's life a bitbut she wont be the main focus!
handsoff- yep you are crazy! Now listen to the voices in your head tellingyou to review! :D teehee
spirtfox- As long as I have reviews I shall keep on writting!
Starrarose- Shall try and keep them long then! Sowey... -hides under table- I was just trying to find a way of making the paragraphs shorter and ended up making the chapter shorter instead. Oops! Anayways this chap is over 1200 words so it's not bad!