DISCLAIMER: anything you recognize is not mine… all J.K. Rowlings… cries lucky
A/N: This is my first fan-fic so plz be nice… no throwing things… I bruise easily. lol
My Life, My Way
'writing'
"thinking"
"talking"
"Oh my Gods, I'm bored", thought Harry Potter of 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, England. The small alarm clock next to Harry's bed flashed 11:38 p.m. It was nearly a month into the summer holidays and he had been completely ignored by the Dursley's ever since they picked him up at King's Cross, with the exception of when he was screeched at by his Aunt Petunia to get something to eat and to give him his list of chores for the day.
"Well, at least they're feeding me this summer. But, I'm bored, bored, bored SO bloody bored!!! Oh, well… might as well finish that essay for Snape"
In the time that Harry had been "home", he had been unable to sleep for more than a few hours a night, being plagued by nightmares of death and a madman. He spent his nights reading through all of his books from every year not just once, but THREE times each! He now knew everything from memory.
"I'm turning into Hermione now," he thought with first a laugh, then a pang of sadness. Harry missed his best friends, Ron and Hermione. "They're probably at head-NO!! Don't think of that place! Nothing that reminds me of Sirius."
Harry wiped a single tear from the corner of his eye and decided that Lord Voldemort, the serpent-like man that had killed his parents, Cedric Diggory, and was ultimately responsible for the death of his god-father, had to be dealt with once and for all. He didn't want any more of his friends dying on his account. He needed to push them away, so they couldn't get hurt. And he needed to be trained, by someone who really knew what Harry was going up against. With a sigh, Harry accepted the fact that Snape was the only qualified person, apart from Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore," thought Harry savagely. "He will NOT be controlling me anymore! I will no longer be his little puppet on a string."
No longer able to focus on his essay, he decided to write a letter to his friends one last time before pushing them away forever.
'Dear Ron and Hermione:
I know that you are in London and you have access to Diagon Alley. I need a favour from you two. I need some books to read. I am SO bored and need some distraction, considering I already finished all my homework. If you could get me some stuff on, like, defence, duelling, occlumency, potions, our N.E.W.T. books, ANYTHING, I would be so grateful. As many as you can. Don't worry about the money, I'll send word to Gringotts, so they'll know you're coming. Thanks again.
Harry'
Harry hastily wrote a note to Gringotts and waited for Hedwig to return from hunting. The sun was starting to poke up from the horizon and Harry knew that the Dursley's would be waking up soon and he didn't have much time, so he started writing a letter to Professor Snape.
"Oh Gods, what am I going to say to him? Like he'll actually say yes. Well, no harm in trying."
Harry got out a fresh piece of parchment and a quill out and started to write.
'Dear Professor Snape,
I realize that nothing I can say will make up for what my father and god-father had done to you in your school years, but I can try. I am sorry for the way they acted towards you. No one deserves to be bullied. I also want to apologize for my behaviour while you told me my father was arrogant. After the "incident", I realize that you were always right and I had no right to act like I did.
I also want to apologize for looking into your pensieve. My curiosity had gotten the better of me again and, rest assured, I will NEVER look into anything that is not mine again.
I would like to ask a favour of you. I need training. Training for facing Voldemort. Only you have the experience that I need for this and I will work hard. He has to be brought down.
I await your reply.
Harry'
"That should do it", thought Harry. At that moment, Hedwig flew in through the window and landed on her perch. "Hey, Hedwig. I need you to send three messages for me. The first one goes to Gringotts, the second goes to Ron and Hermione at you-know-where, and the third goes to Professor Snape, where I want you to wait for a reply. OK?"
Hedwig looked at him with big, amber eyes and hooted in a comforting way.
"Bye, Girl"
Hedwig spread her wide wings and soared back out the window into the morning light.
"BOY!!", screeched Aunt Petunia. "GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT AND GET STARTED ON YOUR CHORES!"
With a sigh, Harry put away his things under the loose floorboard under his bed and trudged downstairs with a half-hearted, "Yes, Aunt Petunia."
Well, there it is… I plan on doing more, just not sure when. Suggestions are welcome but please no flames… if you didn't like it, don't read it… it's that simple. À bientôt!