I have adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! She wrote this chapter NOT me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I've adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! It's hers! I'll try and follow her plot! This story follows years 1-5. I might borrow details from other fan fiction, but nothing major; don't get mad. I DO NOT own Harry Potter. I hope this is what I need to say to keep out of trouble. :)
Warnings: This is SLASH! Don't like don't read! It has Self-harm (cutting) manipulation, child abuse. It's not a happy story! Very sad!
Pairings: HD/DM or HP/LY (TR), HG/PP, BZ/GW (Ginny)
Summary: Dumbledore has played with Harry's life since Harry was born. Now that Dumbledore's Mistakes and Action are coming to haunt Harry what is he to do?
Only one more thing. (This is how BlackSilkenKitty wrote it)
ooo - either POV, time or place change.
iii - same time other place!
"Bla…" - Speaking
'Bla…' - thought or mocking the word or even only to use a word for another one.
:Bla…: - Parseltongue
«Bla…» - written text, letter or latter on Harry 'speaking'… you'll know in latter chapters
Sickness From Within Chapter 5 (BlackSilkenKittys' Chap)
Light flickered into a silent room. The silence was regularly disturbed by the sighing of… somebody in the big, silent house. If you wouldn't know better you would say the house was empty. But you do know other wise.
The small warm light fingers started dancing across the slightly dusty floor, tracing symbols lines and runes on the floor. It hesitated at one corner of the room, where a small boy was lying on his side, black tail curled around one of said boy's leg.
But the light finger only hesitated slightly before caressing the boy's skin and finally embracing him in the suns warm embrace.
Harry smiled lazily, showing through his slightly parted lips two rather sharp, white elongated canines, fangs in other words.
The raven boy yawned loudly before stretching in a cat-like grace, his now milky white skin covered in strange runes and symbols, designs and other different things. He sat on the floor, before finally standing, his mid-night black wings with the silver tips fluttering behind him, some feathers falling lonely to the floor.
He sighed, turning emerald eyes to the two new appendages behind him and shook his head sadly. He grabbed for his glasses and put them on his nose. He sighed when he saw the still visible bruises.
He showered and dressed in twenty minutes and stood uncertainly in his room.
Did he have the guts to do it?
Harry, where has your Gryffindor bravery gone? Asked a little annoying voice, in the back of Harry's head.
'Well, I'm not a real Gryffindor now am I?'
The voice sighed.
No you're not, but you're still in Gryffindor. Don't you take pride? It asked.
Harry frowned slightly, before he shook his head not giving the voice an answer. He still stood uncertainly at the door and looked at his room. Well, it wasn't a room, was it? But the question he was asking himself was… should he run away? He closed his eyes briefly.
He could work somewhere, gain some more money. He still had the money from his parents. Enough to rent a flat? Nah, probably just enough to sustain him for his Hogwarts days. Yes, he would work somewhere and gain some money.
With that he grabbed his bag and put only the things that where left, which his uncle hadn't burned. What was left where those things Harry had hidden away at the first day of break. The only things that survived Vernon's wrath where; his invisibility cloak, the photo album and the Marauders Map. Harry smiled when he thought about Hedwig. He had sent her away right away to live in Hogwarts. Now he was glad he had made that decision. He was sure Vernon would have killed her.
He cleaned his clothes magically and… wandlessly. Oh yes, he had learned how. It was actually rather difficult. To manage to lash out magically, loose the hold of ones magic and in the same time mold and manipulate that power.
He sighed.
It had been difficult. But as soon as he had managed it he was proud of himself.
'I'd love to shove that in Snapes face!' he thought wistfully as he grabbed some random pullover from Dudley. It hadn't fit Dudley for four years now and even then it was simply to big for Harry.
The raven haired boy frowned slightly, his shapely brows furrowing slightly. He didn't understand the mystery that was Severus Snape. Sometimes he gave the impression that he was fully on the side of the light but then, other times, he gave the impression to be a triple spy. That he was actually spying for Voldemort. The potions master was playing a rather difficult game.
But Severus and the subject of potions came hand in hand.
Potions, Harry thought as he opened the front door to freedom, was actually a subject that interested him fully. Theoretically it was a subject he loved, but when it came to brewing he hated it. He didn't know why, but he didn't like to have everything made perfect but on paper he could work perfectly.
Harry looked one last time to the house he should have called home (Though he hadn't) for the past fifteen years.
It was time to move on, wasn't it? Or rather, it was time to move out! Yes, things would change from now on!
And for some people like Dumbeldore, it wouldn't change for the better, no those persons, would have a painful change.
Ooooooooooooooo
Author's Note: I adopted this story, and won't be changing the chapters that BlackSilkenKitty wrote! I only hope that I can do this story justice. If she ever decides to continue she just has to tell me so, and I'll give it back to her! Hope you all like the story!