disclaimer: believe me if i owned harry potter i would be doing more then just writing about him. =]
Harry sighed, braced himself and opened the door, he had sensed Draco inside, how he longed to tell the blonde beauty everything, everything about his childhood, everything till he had to leave and his journey's, but sadly he feared that this would never happen. They were jut too different.
Harry use to think that love was black and white that it was all right or wrong, but no nothing is what it seems. So there he was in front of Draco wanting to spill his guts out to him.
Draco was writing a letter to Hermione asking her for help with harry. Since he didn't really know what happened before he left. When he felt eyes upon him, he turned quickly to face the intruder and there, there was Harry with a sad face and…was that loving look? He didn't get a chance to see it, since Harrys blank look came over his face again.
"Harry, do you want to talk?" Draco asked, none of his usual snide around.
Harry stayed silent and sat down on the couch within the room, he looked around, Harry realised that this is probably were Draco has been living; the room was done in green colours, with dark reds here and there. He looked towards Draco.
He sighed, he wanted the blonde to know, understand.
"Did you know that wars go on everyday to try and achieve peace and people are starving to death for there people and there countries, it's not only the wizarding world you know? We are a selfish race, not stopping to think that the 'lowly muggles' are struggling."
Harry paused for breath, he watched as Draco was in shock, of course no one else could tell he was in shock but Harry had been studying that face for a while and knew.
Harry carried on "we all lie to ourselves and everyone around us, nowhere is safe, everyone has phobias and multiple fears. We all lose hope, money controls us all and friends all carry knives in order to stab you in the back when you aren't looking. Disease runs wild, relationships are harder, hook-ups and one night stands happen more often, underage drinking is popular, illegal drugs are being taken, smiles are fakes, homes are broken, life-spans are shorter, material things are a must and abuse is high. Sex is meaningless, boys are jerks, girls are the equivalent of the devil, and nobody cares" harry had a lonely tear running down his cheek. "Nobody ever cares." He turned to leave.
"Harry wait!" Draco said running after him "please just stop."
Harry turned around now, his tears shamelessly falling away.
In Harrys anger he shouted "Why you? Why do you have such a pull on me? Why do you make me feel?" then harry ran.
Draco stopped in his steps, what just happened? And why did he feel this pull towards his enemy, harry talked with such wisdom and emotion, that he hadn't shown to anyone else but Draco, why was he blessed with his thoughts. And why did Draco think that they were right.
He sat down, pulled out his journal and wrote.
The letter already on its way towards Hermione's house completely forgotten now.
Harry tore his way to the chamber, and when he got there a gut wrenching howl could be heard only to him, it was a fierce sound, amplified by the show of tears and clenched fists.
He screamed till his lungs were sore. And somehow made it towards his bed, he curled up and let the tears flow and he let the memories of his life pass by his eyes.
The abuse at the Dursleys he remembers it all…
"Boy gets down her now!"
5 year old Harry scampered towards the whale that is formally known as his uncle and while whimpering, tried to bow, it was hard for young harry since his rips hadn't healed from last time.
"yes uncle" he asked in a strained voice, hoping that maybe he wouldn't get hurt, but when it concerned his relatives pain was all he ever got.
"You will pay boy" he said with a sinister look upon his face. Harry would of cried then if he had tears to shed. "Oh you will pay" his uncle repeated, dragging his body towards the shed.
Harry's whimpers grow in volume. "No uncle, I'll be good, please, oh god, please" his pleas grew as they advanced towards the shed.
When they entered, they entered Harry's private hell, reserved only for him, most thought the cupboard was bad, but oh no this was worse.
Vernon kicked him repeatedly in the head and stomach bellowing, "You will pay" kick. "The food you cost" smack. "The lives you have ruined" kick.
"Oh yes your pay" and then he got out the whip.
Harry sopped as he remembered. Hogwarts was different his only home, he remembered being so happy until his 5th year….
"Nooooo!" harry had woken from a nightmare, flashes of Sirius and the veil flow across his mind, he had to move get up, the moon was up, it was a full moon, he distantly remembered thinking of remus as he got closer towards the dungeons, eh didn't think of his route, he turned to head back when he heard voices. They were paintings talking up, way up on the walls, harry didn't think they saw him, so he stood still and listened.
"the poor thing, doesn't even realise he's a puppet." One said, in a fair motherly voice that was as gentle as the wind.
Another voice spoke up in a wispy voice. "if only we could intervene, Dumbledore shouldn't be doing these things to the students, Merlin! They are just children; they couldn't possibly comprehend what the headmaster is doing!"
Harry was in shock. What did they mean? Dumbledore? Puppets? He had to find out more!
The first voice spoke up again, "I know that poor potter boy, have you heard him? The fat lady says he talks in his sleep about his uncle. And of course no one does anything about this since Dumbledore has everyone under his thumb."
"I know, I cant imagine what it could feel like, having your family and your friends picked out for you, 'all for the good of the wizarding world' what aloud of Hubble."
Harry ran he couldn't believe this; everyone in the wizarding world had betrayed him…
More memories flashed through his eyes as sleep curled into his head.
And Harry slept.