Control ≫ Ella Potter [1] (DISCONTINUED)

1 - a confusing past

I woke with a flash of blindingly bright green light, but I still strained myself not to open my eyes. I had just had another surreal dream. It was full of screaming and flashes and flying motor bikes. I closed my eyes tighter trying to concentrate on it.

I knew there was a motor bike... It was flying... I already knew that. There was a dark shape... I heard a crying baby and--

Suddenly my eyes began to sting. Not like there was acid in them or something, it was more internal. Indescribable. There was nothing physically wrong with me, that had been proven. I closed my eyes and covered them with the palms of my hands, trying to focus on something else. I could have sworn I saw a dark figure, but I always see strange shapes when I rub my eyes.

As I opened my eyes I could still hear the echoing voices in my head. I remembered them from my dreams. They always come back to haunt me. They were speaking clearly enough to understand, and were in English... probably. I still didn't know what they were saying. There's something wrong with my brain.

I looked out

I normally wake up early in the morning. Not that I want to or set an alarm, I just do. After a while I learned to wake up with my eyes still closed because the moment I see the light of day I'll never be able to go back to sleep.

But it was July 31st; my eleventh birthday. I didn't want to wake up too early, but I'll never know if it is until I check the time, so I risked opening one eye to look at my alarm clock.

6:14 AM

I sighed. Well, I guess I'm awake. I pulled my coloured hair into a low ponytail to keep it out of my eyes and walked over to my bedroom window watching over the rest of Privet Drive.

I looked down the street to number 4, and their car was still not in their driveway. It was the strangest thing. A couple of weeks ago they had started boarding up their windows and doors like there was an apocalypse or something, and then a few days after that they all just got in their car and left. I knew they weren't going on a trip because Petunia would have been bragging about it for months, and besides, if they were going on a trip they would never bring their nephew, Harry on a trip with them.

Harry Potter. I've been going to school with him since the beginning, though I don't really know him. I've always felt very sorry for him. He never had any friends, mostly because everyone knew that if you were caught talking to him then his cousin Dudley and his gang would probably hunt you down until you became a common target yourself. Harry was very quiet and always seemed like he was trying not to be noticed, which is probably the best thing to do. Out of sight, out of mind, because most of the time if someone had Harry on their mind, it was not for a good reason. And since he also lives with his bully, he probably never gets a break from the torture, even from his aunt and uncle who think their son Dudley is just such a perfect little boy.

I've always just wanted to walk up to Harry in the school hallway and give him a hug and be his friend and tell him that we don't hate him at all and that we can defend him if he's abused again!

But I never do. And he just walks by and I hide my tears as I head to class. Please don't take me as a coward, we've all wanted to defend him.

In fact, in forth grade, I experienced a couple of days that were much out of the ordinary. It all started when I saw one Dudley's "followers" holding Harry still as Dudley was about to punch Harry and everything just went still, I didn't even think, I just sprinted toward Dudley, but when I was about two metres away from him I quickly stopped myself. But a split second after I stopped, Dudley flew to the ground as if someone had pushed him as hard as they could, and Dudley broke his arm. I wasn't blamed for it, though. There were lots of kids watching and most of them, including my friend, Jasmine, just thought he had faked it (though they would never say that in his presence). There was nothing stopping me from believing he was faking it too, but there was still some part of me that knew I had caused it. It was exactly what I wanted to do exactly when I would have done it (if I hadn't stopped running). Something inside of me that had always been there.

The next day Dudley didn't show up at school and in class everyone was busy working on a handout sheet. Harry and I had both looked up at the same time and he looked over and smiled at me as if he understood what had happened the day before. After recess I was one of the last people to get to class and in my desk there was a note written that I was able to read discreetly.

Meet me under the stairwell right after school is over. Don't wait for the bell.
- HP

I looked over at Harry, and seeing me out of the corner of his eye, he gave a very small nod.

After class I went straight to the stairwell and he was already there waiting for me.

"Do strange things ever happen to you at convenient times, even when they seen impossible?" He whispered urgently.

"Doesn't that happen to everyone?" I asked, "I mean, things you can't explain?"

"Not like it does to you," he quickly answered, "or me."

But I didn't have time to respond, or think it through really, because he was already quickly walking back up the stairs in time for tithe bell. So that I wouldn't have to be seen with him.

That was still the last time I had spoken to Harry. We're going to different schools next year, so I guess I still won't talk to him anytime soon, and those events are still going to be in the back of my mind and driving me insane for a while. At least I don't have to deal with what he has to.

Because my guardians don't hate me.

Author's note:
Thank you so much for reading! This is my very first Wattpad story and I'm sorry if it's a little slow moving.