Author's Note: I have been away from this story for quite a while. The chapters will not come in a periodical schedule. I am still working on the first part of the story, this is a draft of the first chapter that I finally decided not to use, however I liked what I wrote so I still wanted to post it.
Part 1 : Les Malheurs d'Harry Potter
Green.
His eyes were green.
More like pure liquid emeralds melted into the form of iris than simple green. Vivid, living. That's how one could describe them.
Green like how one would describe death.
Shining vividly in the dark space like a myriad of stars in the night sky. But this was no night, no beautiful sky to sightsee.
Behind those jewels for eyes were the reminders of a gruesome scene. Round and round again in the mind of the boy was a scene he had started to grow accustomed to. The screams were still echoing in his ears, and his mind eye could still see the intestines of people he didn't even know the names of.
Waiting in the silence of the hell he had to call "Home", Harry Potter had little to do than rewind the scenes of murder and torture he had witnessed during his rest.
If at first he was quite distressed by the more gore scenes of death, not only did it become nothing more but simple dreams for him but now he knew that they were real.
Whether those scenes already happened, like the last one in which Harry still remembered the Nazi sign of the torturer, happening as of now or will happen in the future, Harry did not care. The young mind learned that Death was not something one could run from. So, the raven haired boy stayed put in the little bed of his cupboard . Away from the eyes like a dirty secret to be ashamed of.