The Potions Conference: Memories

By: snow-leopard-demon24

Warnings: Memories, fragments, terrible spelling, etc.

Italics-Memories

Sitting on his sofa his image reflected in the mirror and a glass of whiskey in hand. Harry could only feel the loneliness around him. He remembered when he was little, he told himself, he would find his soul mate, have children running around. Someone that he could come back to after work, a person to warm his bed.

At twenty years old, he hasn't completed his goal. But a potential lover was in his grasp. If only Snape would give him time to court him formally, or at least to have a conversation that didn't result in screaming, or even potion ingredients being thrown at him.

Harry had to smile at that memory. Snape was really pissed off at that time. But the reason for Snape's anger made him feel ashamed of himself. He placed the glass in the skink ready for him to clean when he came back. Grabbed his coat and left the house.

As he walked down the streets, businessman hurrying to not be late for work and mother's with their children taking them to work. He couldn't help but feel how it was like when he was a child. The beating's, abuse, and plain disdain for even being alive. Year after year returning to the Dursley's and wishing that he had the confidence to runaway one day.

Harry Potter could be seen under the window still during the dinner hour, hiding in the bushes at the backyard of number four Privet Drive. If anyone cared to noticed, which surprising by the noisy neighbors, no one did. For Harry had the infamous reputation of a hooligan whom attended St. Brutus' Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys. While the Dursley's sat on the couch eating the dinner that Harry made a few minutes ago, were listening to the six o'clock news. A report about a married couple whom were trying to run across the world for their honeymoon, created a "those fools" from Vernon, while an updated information about the attack of North Korea on South Korea created a huff from the direction of the sofa.

Completely normal and nothing like what Harry was trying to hear about. Seeing a futile cause it was hiding in a bush, which was causing him itches across the skin on his arm that his oversize shirt didn't cover. Harry slithered out of the bushes, grabbing the garden tools and gloves to start pruning Aunt Petunia's famous blood red roses for the summer carnival which she was sure to compete in. As the sun was beginning to set, and he slowly crossed off the chores from the list which Uncle Vernon gave him this morning. He quietly stepped into the house, receiving his annual rations, and walked up the stairs. He stepped over last step which always made a squeaky noise, and into the crowded room which he was given in his fifth year.

At the beginning of the summer, Harry tried to create more moving room to allow him to at least a bit of personal space. By pushing all of Dudley's useless junk against the wall and stacking some of them. Which only resulted in towers of stuff, and just barely a touch locked the whole thing over other stacks causing a chain reaction and a mini avalanche whose noise annoyed his Uncle. And he tried to do whatever he can to prevent him from coming anywhere near him.

A small space in the corner of the room was free of things which he created after rescuing a snake from Dudley and his gang whom found it and tried to kill it by stabbing it with a shovel they probably stole from one of the neighbors. The snake which he rescued, and whom called himself Hisui, told him that he was a Japanese snake which he was stolen from his nest and taken to a foggy wet place. After logging on the computer which the Dursley's bought Dudley last Christmas, and after they all left to a dinner with one of Vernon's potential clients, found out that Hisui was a Ryukyu ao Hebi who are originally from the Okinawa Island, but some were always bred in popular cities in Japan.

Hisui was the only form of communication and social interactions Harry had the whole summer. For the Dursley's were ignoring him, and he received a letter from Dumbledore that it wasn't safe to receive any post from anyone, for there was proof that Voldemort was planning on attacking him. Which was never odd, but he didn't receive one single card. As the day of his birthday was coming closer, which he would become of legal age of the Wizarding World.

He wasn't looking forward to the Apparating test, after the stories from Mrs. Wesley about splinching body parts, and not even the possibility Mrs. Wesley's sending some of her cooking could make him look forward to his birthday. Even if he knew that he wouldn't have received letters from Ron or Hermione, after the fight he knew that their friendship probably wouldn't ever be the same. Especially after they realized his greatest secret. He expected Ron to lash out on him, screaming, and red faced. Although, Hermione's actions didn't go with her personality. As she slapped him, calling Harry a dirty fag.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure. Cursing in his bad lack, made a bee-line toward the door, hoping that the torment of rain would have easily disguised him. Yet, as he walked down the street, casting a notice me not in case of finding any curious muggles who would want to fight with him. The person which he saw at the store, was following him, the rain not even stopping him. As he maneuvered around flooded streets. Twisting and turning, trying to lose the person that was following him. Yet he was no match to persistency, and as he felt someone grab his arm and push him against the wall, Harry couldn't help but remember the first time that he felt the arms around him, and black eyes staring at him intensely.

Harry shook his head; it wasn't good to reminisce the past, especially when it dealt with the Dursley's. As he pushed the door to the local bar that was close to his home, Harry didn't care that it was still one o'clock.

I'm sorry for such the long wait, and as a result you guys still get a terrible chapter. I'm really sorry, I just became a freshman in College and so I don't have time to write at all anymore. So please excuse the terrible writing. If you sill have problems-then become by beta.

Have a wonderful day!

Snow