Why Should It Matter?
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Chapter One: The Dark Days of Summer
The small room existed in pure darkness. The wind blew merciless outside the opened window. Shadows crept closer to the person that laid the bed in the middle of the room. Pain circulated through the memories that whispered harshly into the bedroom. Everything was becoming blurry without a true purpose. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. The hurt was the only thing that recurred. Darkness and lightness passed day after day through the cracked curtains, but this didn't matter either. Why should it matter, life slowly lost its purpose. As the young man wasted away physically, he also did so mentally. Each day, losing more nerve, only being able to feel passionate hate. The boy loathed almost everyone and anyone he had ever come in contact with. Most importantly, he hated himself for how he truly messed up everything. If only's came to mind as he reflected through everything that happened to him. If only he had listened, if only he hadn't jumped to conclusions.
But unfortunately, he had.
Now Harry Potter laid on his bed, barely aware of anything but the everlasting confusion and pain that radiated blindly. Truth be told, it was his fault that Sirius was dead. His fault that everything was crumbling down around him. His fault that everything was so unimportant. Harry didn't care if the sun rose, set, or exploded. He thought that maybe if he pretended to not live, he would get his wish.
Ever since he arrived at Privet Drive that summer, Harry shunned himself from everyone; only leaving his bedroom when yelled at by the Dursleys', mainly his uncle. There was no point in leaving his bedroom, every time that he did, something horrible happened. Harry just wanted to be left alone. He didn't want to have all the responsibilities that were placed upon him to exist. He simply didn't want to have the responsibility of saving everyone from Voldemort. He couldn't honestly understand the point? After Voldemort's defeated, someone else would come to power, being more cunning and vicious than the current Dark Lord.
Did anyone ever wonder what would happen if he didn't want to be the good guy or even save the world that surrounded them? Would they all hide or maybe even crumble down and die? It seemed like the world had to revolve around his life. And to the wizards and witches, his sole purpose was to murder Voldemort.
"Why does everything and everyone have to depend on me?" Harry asked the shadows that danced playfully on the bedroom walls. Of course, there wasn't an answer, just the continuous blowing of the manic wind outside. Harry winced as he gingerly touched his cheek which was covered in bruises. That was another thing that started happening more consistently over the summer. His Uncle Vernon now smacked him anytime he turned around. Before the occasional beatings were expected, but now it they had escalated. Anything that Harry did that wasn't pleasing, Vernon would smack, kick, punch, push, or anything else to injure him. The threats that the Order of Phoenix members made, seemed to only enrage his uncle more. No 'weirdoes and freaks' were going to threaten him and he basically took all of his anger out on Harry. The beatings usually occurred when his aunt and cousin were gone, but he doubted that they would care anyway. Harry loathed his uncle with a great passion, probably more than he hated most people. The injuries that he was inflicting upon Harry was not helping his situation any; it was probably making everything one hundred times worse.
"POTTER!" Harry heard his uncle scream his name from downstairs. The sixteen-year-old willed himself to move off his bed and downstairs, even though, he was positive that he was going to get beaten until he had no energy whatsoever. As Harry walked, his arms hung loosely at his sides from his lack of strength. His body hunched over, aching all over. Once he reached the bottom of the staircase, Harry saw Remus Lupin standing beside Uncle Vernon. He saw the man's reaction, pure shock encircled his eyes.
"Harry, let's get your things. You aren't staying here any longer this summer." Lupin said, still staring at Harry. A small hope rose in Harry's body, he would get out of there. 'Not that it much matters. Everything that happened can't be reversed!' Harry thought angrily.
"HE ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE!" Vernon bellowed out, grabbing Harry by the arm, jerking his nephew's aching body around. Pain throbbed through Harry's entire body, making him wish that he would pass out.
"Let Harry go!" Lupin began to raise his voice, something that he rarely ever did. Vernon stared at him angrily. He pointed one of his pudgy fingers in Lupin's face.
"You aren't taking his boy, you freak!" Vernon's temper was definitely getting the better of him. He threw Harry down to the ground, only injuring Harry more than he already was.
"OW!" Harry screamed as his thin, fragile body hit the hard wooden floors. That wasn't the first time his body had collided with the floors of the Dursleys' house. The pain that Harry had been feeling only multiplied more with his body's interaction with the floor.
"I hate do this, but you left me no choice." Lupin pulled his wand out and chanted 'Stupefy', leaving Vernon instantly stunned. His large body fell backward, hitting the ground with a loud thump. As soon as Lupin was finished, he rushed over to Harry. He gasped as he saw Harry condition, seeing that it was worse than it first looked. Large bruises seemed to be everywhere, as well as small cuts.
He tried to help the boy up, only causing him to yell out in pain. "Harry, where are your things?" Lupin asked as softly as he possibly could. Harry looked up at the older wizard, looking extremely faint.
"In the small bedroom. Everything is already in my trunk." He managed to get out, struggling with each and every syllable. Speak, moving, or even being conscious was becoming awfully painful.
"All right. I'm going to retrieve your things then we'll get out of here." Lupin said to the paled boy, who was barely alert. Lupin ran up the stairs quickly, wanting to get Harry out as quickly as possible. Harry was injured and he needed to get to a safe place. Lupin ran to the small room. It looked like no one inhabited it. Nothing was out of place, everything looked so perfect. Lupin shrugged and levitated Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage, who was squawking unpleasantly in her cage. He ran out of the smallest bedroom and down the stairs with Harry's things floating behind him. He got to the main floor, finding Harry trembling wildly. Lupin walked over to Harry quickly and kneeled down beside the injured boy. Harry was definitely in no condition to fly his broom— which was shrunk to fit inside his trunk— so Lupin figured that he was going to have to apparate with Harry. He grabbed onto Harry and Harry's possessions before apparating far away from Privet Drive.
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