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When I was young
Fairy tales filled my mind
I dreamt of my prince
Coming to take me away
And if I wished on a star
My dreams would come true
And if my heart cried out
Love would save me
But by growing up
Every tale told became cursed
There was no prince
Stars denied my wishes
And dreams that I dared to dream
Never did come true
Hopes faded
As I became jaded
Life grew dark
Life was killing the dream
But I needed to somehow keep those precious tales alive
With each shattered dream I grew stronger
Finding myself returning to those tales
Believing what my heart always knew
That someday my prince would come
And someday a wish upon a star
Would come true
It wasn't until I heard those voices again
Of love and hope
Snow White and Cinderella
Singing to me familiar songs
Where I could begin to dream again
And live again
Hope was alive
Because of those stories
If your told something enough times
You'll start to believe
And I did with all my heart
And still do today
Even though everyone tells me
"That only happens in fairy tales"
the little innocent girl within
refuses to let those tales go
By: Anonymous
Harry woke the next morning and rolled over to be met with a large warm and very solid object. With a whimper, he started to move away out of instinct. 'God no…it was a dream…I'm back with Vernon…he just fell asleep after he…after he…he…' as soon as he got that far, he could manage no more and let out a dry broken sob. The now identified as a person heard this, they started to wake and rolled over, giving a sleepy yawn. With another whimper Harry tried to burrow into the bed.
Godric was sleeping quite well, when he heard a sound. When he thought about it, it sounded like Harry. But like he was trying not to cry. With a yawn, he started to roll over to check on him and heard another whimper. Concerned now he looked at Harry who was trying to escape into the covers. 'He must think it was a dream or something…or that I'm his uncle…' he thought with shock as he stared at the small trembling lump under the covers. Then another thought hit him. 'How long was he violated like that, to have these reactions rammed into him like this!' was his horrified thought as he moved to the task of calming his son down. "Harry…" he whispered as he touched his shoulder. A whimper was the reaction to this. Trying again like this for the next five minuets finally worked and he managed to coax him out of the bedding.
Harry, realized what he had been doing, and blushed a subtle pink. "Sorry…" he muttered with embarrassment in his voice. "Habit…" he offered to the man.
With a frown at the last explanation, Godric asked a question that would prove how much Harry wanted to try. "What did they do to you?" he asked softly making Harry look at him.
With wild eyes Harry tried to get away, shaking his head. "I'm not ready to say anything!" he hissed as he finally rolled off the bed and tried to get up to run out of the room. But as soon as he tried to get up, the same thing as before happened. He fell. "You don't want to know!" he said as he tried to get away by crawling.
With pitying eyes, Godric got up and lifted his featherweight son off the floor and on the bed. Looking him in the eyes on his level, he whispered comfortingly, "It'll help…it'll help beyond your imagination if you talk about it…" he said as he looked into feral emerald eyes.
He was trapped. He would one way or another hurt his father. One way or another. But he would be damned to the depths of hell before he spoke it. "If you want to know so bad…read my book…I'm not going to say anything." With that stubborn remark, Harry's trunk lid banged open, and a small, thick, and black book flew out and came hurtling towards Godric.
Only his fighting reflexes saved him from treating a broken nose caused by a book. After he caught it, he looked dubiously at it. "Why?" he asked.
"Read it." His son hissed. "I'll be damned to hell before I talk of it!" he snarled and blocked out his father.
With a sigh he took the book and gently laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. "If you need anything, ring the bell. Either me or a house elf will come see to your needs." He said softly as he left to his study to read this book that was his son's life story.
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Six hours later, Godric stared in shock at the content of the book. He had seen all the pages, and read and examined them to their fullest. To say he was disturbed would be the understatement of the millennium. He had found out why in that book, why Harry always fell…it was not pleasant reading about that, and he was surprised Harry was still alive.
Journal entry
great…now to add to all my other miseries of life, I have just been crippled…Vernon-I have no idea when I stopped calling him uncle- has just ruined my right leg…I have no idea, when he got so good at anatomy, but he managed to cut the tendon in my leg in half…now I'll never be able to walk properly…not to worried about that though…I'll probably die of blood loss before morning…I can't stay awake anymore…I might draw in the morning…
Next entry
WARNING! This is a little graphic and borders on thoughts of suicide…nothing important…skip if you want to.
Great…still alive…oh joy…I bet some sick god out there is laughing their ass off about my situation. I just want to die. Is that so much to ask? I'm half-way tempted to rip out the vein that I can see from Vernon's job yesterday…I'll die from blood loss…not a bad fate…hehe…Moldy-Voldie…here are two muggles…able to do something you always wanted to do to a Potter…break them, torture them, and then kill them…send your praise to them Voldie…I'm sure they'll be the next dark lords! Oh yay…good night…Vernon just finished raping me…now I'm a whore…what else is going to be on my list? I just want to die…I'd take Voldie over them…I want to die……
End journal
Godric had been forced to empty his stomach after that. He was stunned and angered beyond words. His son was a cripple…and he almost killed himself! "My poor son…if only I had known sooner…" he whispered with despair. He then got up, and headed out the door to return Harry's book to him. When he got to the room, he opened the door and found Harry on the floor, looking like he had been there a while. "Harry!" Godric cried out in surprise.
"Oh…hello…" Harry said, looking up from where he had been staring out in space. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"To bring you your book back. And now, toask why you are on the floor." He said as he picked his son off the floor and set him on the bed.
"I'm sorry about the fit I threw earlier. You were just wanting to help. And I do feel better now that someone else knows." he said softly.
"Yes well, your apology is accepted. Now why were you on the floor?" he asked
"Oh…erm…well you see, I was trying to find a cane or walking stick in the wardrobe over there, so I could look around." Harry said as he looked hopefully at his father.
"Oh. Why didn't you just use the bell? Well no matter, let me see. What do you want it to look like? Designs, color, wood type, height. Everything." He said as he took a wand out.
With bright eyes, Harry described the cane he wanted. "Hard seasoned mahogany, like a warrior's staff! I want it about three and a half feet high and able to channel magic, being as I wont be able to use my wand while holding it. With a phoenix head as the pommel, and the beak will be where the spells would come out from the core. And all down it, I want the body of the phoenix to be carved and filled in with…ruby and onyx…" he said with a faraway look. He quickly snapped back to attention and looked at his father and said, "If that's not to much," he said softly.
Godric smiled at the mental image of the cane in his mind. "Not to much at all. I thought you would go for something more…difficul." he said with a light laugh as he started to weave the spell with words of Latin. A few minuets later, a cane just like the one Harry described appeared.
"Thank-you." Harry said as he grabbed his father in a hug.
"Your welcome…" he said with a pleasant smile. "You do realize, we are going to have to train you…" he said with a raised brow at Harry.
"Of course! Wouldn't have it any other way…lead me away!" he retorted with a grin as he hobbled to the door on his new magical cane out the door.