Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Playground.

Story inspired after watching are flashbacks. First time properly writing so feedback appreciated.

I sat there in silent horror as that fourth charred piece of paper floated down into Dumbledore's hand. I think this might have been the moment everything changed, it might have been earlier but looking back this was the moment when I felt as if the air itself got heavier and all the colour dimmed around me. I held my bated breath as Dumbledore whispered those two words.

"Harry Potter"

It seemed as if the world around me froze for just a second, before chaos erupted around me. I reached out to grab him, to tell him it was going to be alright, but I felt my hand be brushed aside as if it almost wasn't even there. The look on his face was steeled, his muscles seemed tight, but overall he looked apathetic. The jeers, and cries from the crowd around intensified but as he walked down those marble steps, it was like he was all alone. I watched him descend into the antechamber and I finally released the breath I didn't even know I was holding.

He was my best friend, even if to the rest of the school it looked like he barely tolerated me, I knew that I was his friend, maybe even his only one. Harry Potter was an enigma to most of the world. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, the defeater of Voldemort, however he was also a Slytherin. When I first got to Hogwarts, every first year was excited to see him. He was a legend. I remember walking into the Great Hall for the first time and seeing him. He was sitting down at the end of the Slytherin table. He was sitting next to a few fifth years at the time but they seemed to be paying him no attention. His eyes seemed to be appraising everyone who walked through that door.

I remember him and how different he looked compared to this year when we returned for my second year. To everyone else he looked the same, maybe just a little bit taller. To me while his face was still as pale, and his hair hadn't changed, it was still the same messy raven colour with streaks of blue that no one understood why he had. But to me it was the eyes that had changed. When I had first arrived those emerald orbs had a spark to them, they were like a portal into the mind of the great Harry Potter. Now, that spark was gone, the glint in his eyes that made him feel actually human. Now those eyes seemed as if they were confused by what they were meant to see. They still flashed occasionally with life. But it was no longer a look of mischievous or glee. They would only show misery or rage.

I was ripped from thoughts as Daphne grabbed my arm. I went to speak but the look on her face told me not to.

"Not now, come on" Daphne said in a hushed whisper.

I let her drag me away from the hall as I took one last glance over my shoulder at the stairway Harry had disappeared down.

Harry POV

I should be furious right now but honestly I am finding it really hard to even care right now. The Goblet of Fire. What a useless piece of junk. As if I wasn't alienated enough in this school. I already knew what the reaction from the school would be. The Hufflepuffs would hate me because I was taking attention away from their champion. The Ravenclaws would be desperate to know how I entered. They probably wouldn't be malicious for the most part, just incredibly irritating. The Gryffindors would still hate me for being a Slytherin. No surprise there, this is just another reason. Finally, there was the Slytherins. To the rest of the school, it would seem like there was no reaction from my house. Maybe it would even look like they were supporting me. But I knew better than that, there would be the constant dirty looks and snide comments. I still would be left alone for the most part. Just like the rest of my life.

I finally reached the common room. It was quiet as I entered. There are few 7th years studying for the NEWTs, they barely notice me entering.

"Hey Potter" Malfoy exclaims.

I cast a silencing charm at him. Honestly I just don't have the energy to deal with the ferret right now. How he ever made it into Slytherin I will never know. There is not a sly bone in his body. I hear Astoria call my name. It is much more friendly than Malfoy. I pretend like I don't hear her though as I walk to my room. She calls after me again. I ignore her and close the door. I will talk to her later. Just not tonight. I finally reach my bed and just collapse on it and close my eyes.

I'm walking home from school, 8 years old, I have to cut through the park to get home. There are a bunch of kids around, maybe if I just keep my head down no one will notice me. I'm walking with my head down, desperate not to draw attention to myself. I am so small surely no one will notice me I think to myself.

Right then I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around.

"Hey Potter, Welcome to the Playground" Dudley says with that evil smirk on him that just promises pain.

I quickly scan around me to find that I am surrounded by Dudley and his gang. Just like always. I don't know what came over me that day however. I wasn't just going to take it today. I quickly turn and run at Piers. I know he is the slowest runner here. I quickly give him a jab in the stomach as I run past him as fast as my legs will carry me. I don't even turn around to see him keel over. I just keep running.

I can't remember how long I ran for. I just knew I could not stop. Eventually I turned the corner and…

BANG!

I had run into something. I open my eyes as I lie on the ground to see a girl standing above me. She looked about 14 and she had these deep purple eyes and dark red hair like actual red not orange like those other people who claim to have red hair. She stood above with this goofy smile and reached down to give me a hand up.

"Hey kid, you alright?"

I didn't speak. I just nodded my head fearfully at the girl. She gave this bright smile that seemed almost infectious. I smiled meekly back at her. Then she spoke again.

"My name is Vi"

I woke again, it was pitch black in my room. I quietly whispered to myself.

"Violaceum Procella"

A small storm lit up in my hand. The room lit up as the small blue lighting bolts danced in my hand as the erupted in the dark purple clouds. This was my spell. My creation. My Violet Storm.