This story starts when Harry is sixteen. One night he goes through a change, then things happen. I promise the book is better than this description, even though this is my first.
Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter. There are a few characters that I d...
"Spectacular. Looks like Luna is rubbing off on you. My cub's name is Sicarius, my hatchling's is Akasha, the basilisk that I refused to kill is Discordia and Dumblefuck's phoenix, whose name isn't Fawkes, but Cor." I narrated as I showed them the tattoos.
After we talked a bit about school, I told them everything, this time without memory gaps or altered memories. By the end, Luna was in my lap, sobbing into my shoulder, while Neville was silently crying in the twins' embrace, but I hadn't shed a single tear. I had leant to accept my past a long ago. When they calmed down, Luna said:
"It is getting late, we should go to bed. It is Saturday right now, so we can sleep in. Goodnight brothers!" then kissed each of our cheeks and left with Neville. The twins and I parted at the entrance of the RoR. I whispered a quick 'Tempus' and it showed me that it was 20 minutes after curfew. I hurried down the corridors and successfully reached my common room before anyone caught me out.
The moment I stepped in the room, everyone's eyes were trained on me, making me squirm and clear my throat. Everyone turned their heads away, either blushing or scowling in embarrassment, making me smirk. I headed to my room and jumped on the bed, letting myself fall into a deep slumber.
The scent of scrambled eggs and bacon filled my nostrils and my mouth watered, but I knew I couldn't eat any of it. My uncle would probably kill me if I did, so I took out three big plates from the cupboard and put the food on them, then went to prepare two cups of coffee and a glass of apple juice. I took the food and drinks and placed them on the table, then went to the corner of the room and stood there, facing the wall, waiting for my relatives to come and eat. There was this nagging voice in my head that was telling me that I forgot something and it was unnerving, but I could do nothing about it. Loud footsteps could be heard and my uncle's voice boomed out from the staircase."Boy, is my breakfast ready?" "Yes, sir. Everything is ready. I didn't eat any of it, just like you told me." I replied in a monotone voice. He laughed while sitting down in his chair."Of course you didn't! Freaks aren't allowed to eat with normal people. Where is my newspaper, boy?" he yelled, turning red. Oh, fuck! "I'm s-sorry, sir. I'll g-go fetch it." I stuttered, then made a run for the door, but before I could take a step, a hand gripped my neck, cutting off my airway. I gasped for air as he tightened his grip, then dragged me to Dudley's second bedroom and chained me to the cross.(N/A: imagine the one from game of thrones.) He went to the wall of torture instruments and was looking at the knives, when he decided against it and headed to the left, picking up a whip and examined it. 'Oh, God, please no! Not the bloody nine tailed whip with blades attached to the whips!' He saw my terror stricken face and smiled maniacally at me, then picked the nine-tailed nightmare, as I called it, then drew his arm back and abruptly forward, making me scream at the sharp pain it ignited in my body. I looked down and saw nine clean cut on my chest with blood seeping from them and onto the floor, where a blood pool was starting to form.Seemingly satisfied with the result, he did it again and again, until he was too tired to continue. He put the whip back on the wall, then unfastened the belts that tied me to the cross and went to finish his breakfast, leaving me a bloody, sobbing mess on the floor.
Suddenly, I jolted awake on the bed, gripping my chest tightly, trying to control my ragged breathing. I was starting to feel nauseous, so I scrambled off the bed and fell on the ground, where I couldn't hold back and threw up. When the dizzy feeling passed, I waved my hand and the vomit vanished, then conjured a glass of water and threw it back, washing away the bad taste in my mouth.I slowly sat up and looked at my chest, then I let out a relieved breath when I saw I wasn't actually bleeding. I then noticed just how dirty I felt, so I took some clothes from my trunk and went to have a shower, unaware of the students looking at me. When I exited, I took the blades my father got me for my training, dillusioned them, then went into the Great Hall to have some breakfast.
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The moment I stepped in the room, every Slytherin quietened for a few seconds, then started whispering. I paid them no mind as I sat down next to Draco and made myself a cup of tea, then started eating an apple. When I finished it, I glanced around. That's enough! I stood up, making everyone look at me.
"Enough! Why the Hell is everyone either whispering while looking at me or looking like someone died?!" I boomed, loud enough to attract the other houses' and the professors' attention. Draco hesitated, before saying:
"They saw what happened this morning." I narrowed my eyes at him, making him cower. I had an unpleasant feeling in my guts, making me gulp.
"And what exactly did they see?" I drawled. Ge looked down, not wanting to answer, o I said, louder. "Tell me!" He flinched, then answered.
"They heard noises, so they came to our room and saw you screaming and crying in your sleep. They saw you waking up, throwing up, then going into the bathroom. After that we made them leave." I was trembling with rage and my eyes were probably ablaze, but I held back - I needed to know.
"Who? Who saw that, Draco?" I whispered through gritted teeth. He gulped and cleared his throat.
"Every Slytherin and Professor Snape." That did it. I clenched my fists and the windows shattered. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath, then waved a hand and every window was repaired.
"I'm going outside. Anyone bothers me in the next hour and there will be consequences, be it student, professor, the Minister, or bloody Voldemort!" I shouted, then strode out of there.
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THIS IS PART 1. I WILL TRY TO POST PART 2 TODAY OR TOMORROW. SORRY FOR THE WAIT.
