Hi, again everyone! Welcome in my second chapter.
Anyway, for anyone who didn't know, I have changed my penname. Why? Because my old one was too common and it made me so mad when I cannot find it with my cell phone Google.
Mokona: MYUU!!!
Me: -chased by an angry mokona- HELP ME!!!
Anyway, I would like to thank anyone who review and alert me. I really appreciate it.
Now, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I just own a few of KKM anime and HP books
Warning: un-betaed, AU, OOCness, butchered time line, ignoring any canon from both stories, some hints of slash (though I haven't decided any pairing yet, except for any that have been mentioned), mild abuse, what else…. I think that's all for now.
Pairing(s): Harry (Hadrian)/?, Adelbert/Julia, Yuuri/Wolfram (I'll add some later)
Happiness from Unexpected Source
Chapter 2
He never thought that his life would end so abruptly. Of course, his life was not an ideal one or even a nice one. His own family despised him, his friend betrayed him, and others blame him for something he never did and put him into the famous hellhole with only other pathetic prisoners and soul-sucker demons inhibit it.
Yes, Sirius Black's life was not a good one.
Yet, even with all that unfortunate things, he still had something to cherish about. His friendship with James and Remus (not including that damned rat), his pranks and detention (weird, but still… it was so Sirius), Lily, and lastly, his most precious one and only godson, Harry.
He was so happy when Harry was born. After all, he would be a godfather! Godfather! (Yay, this day should be made as national holiday). It made him feel like he was the one who will be a new father. It filled his heart with warm feeling. He would make sure that his godson would always happy and cherished unlike his own.
But, he failed. He could not fulfill his promise. In a moment of stupidity, he let rage clouded his judgment. He chased that traitor and left Harry lying in the ruin of Godric's Hollow.
He let his godson life in abusive house of those Dursley.
That was what he regretted the most in his life. Yet, now here he was. In an unknown place. Floating around with no destination.
He had never guessed that afterlife would be so bland and boring.
…~oOo~…
Harry James Potter was a quiet child. Even before his life in the Dursley, he was not a demanding child. His mother always said that he was a content baby. He never cried unless it was something important, like feeling sick.
After he lived with Dursleys, he became more introverts. He did not have any friends, his neighbors distrust him based on the rumor the Dursley spread, and he had no adult to turn. Harry had grown up not knowing how to trust and how to stand up for himself
He just went with the flow.
He followed all of his relatives every demand. He endured every punishment given to him, even though he knew not the reason. He did his chores without protest and he accepted Dudley's hand-me-down without complain. He never told any of his teachers about his home condition because he knew that they would never believe him. He was a liar after all, according to the Dursley.
When the first Hogwarts letter came, a spark of hope was ignited inside, something that he never allowed before. Then, after years of troubles, he had pretty much given up on it. Unconsciously he knew something like his freedom away from his relatives and chances of new life were a fools dream. Even though it was true, there must be some catches. Therefore, he went back to the apathetic Harry.
He followed Hagrid because he was expected to. He tried to save the stone because he was the boy-who-lived and, according to many, should play the knight in the shinning armor, like in second years. Yet, every year others in the wizarding world expect him to sacrifice his life for them, and they pay it back by slandering his name to their heart content.
What a life was that?
Harry felt empty. He had wanted to scream to run away from the problem that was dumped on his shoulder. He wanted to just be Harry. A no one. Not the boy-who-lived. Everyone expect him to be their savior, yet he just wanted to fade into the background. To be forgotten and be left alone.
However, no one understands. Not even his best friends.
Except, maybe, his godfather. However, he was dead and Harry was alone again.
"BOY!!! Get down here, you freak!"
He heard his uncle screaming at him. Sighing, he left his nice secluded place in the backyard and came inside.
Time for another chore…
As predicted, the Dursley ordered him to make breakfast. Though, he sometimes wondered why they did not make their own meals if they always complain about his cooks, no matter if it was actually quite delicious.
However, Harry knew it was not his place to voice his opinion. Come to think of it, was he ever had chance to voice his opinion?
Apparently, his uncle thought that he took to long time dawdling, and did not waste a chance to shout at him. He really had very loud voice, it made Harry's ear ringing uncomfortably. He already understood his uncle temper, so he quickly apologized before his uncle strike him.
It would be succeeding if not for Dudley 'accidentally' tripped him and made him dropped the bacon.
"Freak! Look what you've done. You ruined Dudders's meal!" his aunt screeched.
"You really asking for another lesson, boy!"
Menacingly his uncle dragged him toward the wall and viciously, he threw him, head first, into the wall.
As if that was not sufficed, his uncle began beating him viciously.
Harry was hurt. He felt his ribs cracked, his head was bleeding, and his entire body was in pain. His uncle really went all out this time. Like the dam has broken, his uncle's repressed feeling of hate burst, and this time, no convict godfather was going to stop him.
But, when Harry began to think that his time was finally come and he would finally reunited with his parents and godfather, a whirlwind enveloped him. It cocooned him in warm embrace, like that of mothers', and, amazingly, healed his injured body.
What kind of magic it is? And who did this? Harry wondered.
Just when he began to try to come out with plausible answers, he felt that he was watched.
Astonished, he saw a flicker of figure, transparent for anyone else, but not for Harry's magic, coming toward him. Yet, suddenly the figure stopped and began move back as if he (Harry had a feeling that the figure was a he) was sucked back.
Harry did not know why but he had a feeling that the figure was the one who saved him. Gathering his energy, for most of it was spent in the beating and later in the healing process, Harry convey his gratefulness by mouthing 'thank you' to the mysterious figure.
Will I see you again?
…~oOo~…
Sorry, it was so short. But, college is taking most of my time and I do not want to make you wait for long.
This chapter is just to show you what happened with Sirius and Harry, and it will be important for my plot. :D
Next chapter will focused back to Hadrian. So, wait patiently and please review!
Fisca R.