Chapter 1
Chapter one
As Harry Potter raced out of the great hall, he heard voices calling to him. He heard others say he was too young, he heard some say he did it, he entered the triwizard tournament himself to get more attention. He was shocked by everything, the looks, the whispers, but what shocked him more was the glare he received from his friend, from Ron. In that instant Harry knew then that Ron believed he entered and no matter what he said Ron would always believe he entered. He would never listen to the truth.
He knew the moment he heard his name called that he had been right all along.
Before returning to Hogwarts all Harry kept thinking about was would his fourth year at Hogwarts be any different from his first three years. His first year he had Quirrell and Voldemort trying to kill him. He was the-boy-who-lived who everyone would stare at, trying to see his scar. Ever since Hagrid had explained about Voldemort and his parents, Harry hated his scar. It reminded him that he lived over his parent’s, he lived when they sacrificed themselves for him. Harry thought for what, he’s life has been terrible and always will be.
Harry had felt guilty ever since he heard happened about that night in Godric’s Hollow. He knew from that moment on he deserved the treatment he got from the Dursley’s, it was his punishment for living over his parents. He never told a soul that was how he felt, but he had never revealed the truth about the Dursley’s either.
Then he thought of second year, Aragog, the voice of the basilisk as it wanted to kill, the petrified people. Then to face a thousand year old giant snake in the hope he could save Ginny Weasley. To Harry, that was bad enough, but the worst had been listening to Tom Riddle. He finally saw the boy who would turn into the man that murdered his parents, Lord Voldemort. What he said made Harry do a lot of thinking. Were they alike? Harry knew they were similar in looks and maybe the only other thing they were similar in was the fact they were both parselmouth’s. Harry didn’t think he would ever kill, and he knew he would never torture anyone, not like Voldemort did who seemed to enjoy it. One thing Harry figured out about speaking with the young Voldemort, even from a very young age he must have killed. Harry could never imagine trying to hurt anyone while he was this age. Okay, he had thought about using spells on the Dursley’s, maybe turn them into pigs like Hagrid wanted to do to Dudley. But those types of spells wouldn’t torture and wouldn’t risk insanity and they definitely didn’t kill.
Then he thought of third year, Uncle Vernon making everyone believe he went to a school for criminal boys. His uncle’s sister always going on about how Harry’s parents were no-hopers, drunks and lay about. After one of her many rants Harry finally lost it, Marge Dursley ended up the size of a whale except she was floating. He ran from Privet drive believing he would be expelled, maybe even jailed. As he ran he ended up be scared by a huge dog, then he escape to Diagon alley. He finally hears that now he had another person who wanted him dead, Sirius Black.
Finally Harry hears that Black was his godfather. The worst of all, at least to Harry was his godfather was innocent. He offered Harry a home just for that home to be snatched away a few minutes later. Harry had never gotten over the fact that he almost left the Dursley’s for good.
Even though his life at the Dursley’s was a little better, ever since he told them the escaped murderer they had seen on the television was in fact his godfather who wanted to make sure Harry was happy, but it was still a terrible place to live. Harry never called number four, home. As he got older he never called the Dursley’s family. He was just stuck at that house with those people and couldn’t wait until he was old enough to leave.
He still wasn’t sure how he felt about what had taken place at Hogwarts that year but at least he helped Sirius escape. Sirius Black was his godfather, he was innocent, then he hears what happened the night his parents died. Sirius had allowed Hagrid to take him to Dumbledore, which led him to living with the Dursley’s. Then Harry finds out that his teacher, Remus Lupin was also good friends with his parents. Yet this so called man who Harry had been told was known as an uncle, had never once thought of ever visiting Harry, he never even bothered sending a letter.
It was during those holidays that Harry did a lot of thinking and realised that Lupin had deserted him and betrayed his friendship with his father. He already felt that the magical world deserted him, that hurt enough but Remus who was one of his father’s best friends didn’t even bother to see if Harry was okay after being attacked by Voldemort moments after his parents had been murdered. He at first thought Sirius abandoned him to, so he could go after the rat. But Harry realised if he had the chance he would have gone after the rat as well. So Harry forgave Sirius, but he couldn’t forgive Remus.
Harry did a lot of thinking during the weeks at the Dursley’s. At first he thought that those two men didn’t seem to fight for him. To Harry it seemed they didn’t want to be burdened with their best friend’s kid. He now understood more, Sirius was angry, he was grieving for the loss of his best friend. Remus was another story, Harry just couldn’t trust Remus Lupin, he knew there might have been circumstances that made him leave. But to Harry, Lupin was just another adult that abandoned him. That’s how he felt about everyone, they abandoned him.
As Harry raced up the stairs to the astronomy tower he felt that he had been abandoned, not just by Remus, but by everyone in the magical world, even some in the muggle world. Those that turned a blind eye to the many bruises that would appear on his body. Ever week he would turn up at school with fresh bruises yet no one did a thing to help him. He was never even asked what happened, everyone just turned a blind eye.
Harry ran to the railing, he slammed into it then tried to catch his breath, ‘I knew it, I just fucking knew it,’ Harry panted heavily until he finally sat down, ‘Why would this year be any different? I did hope, well, like many times before that hope has been dashed,’ Harry sat down, he pulled his knees up against his chest then wrapped his arms around his legs, his head on his knees.
In Gryffindor common room everyone was talking about Harry Potter’s name coming out of the triwizard cup.
‘You are an idiot Ron, you really believe Harry would enter himself. He said it that first night, he was happy when they had an age restriction that way no one could make him enter. He wanted to sit back like everyone else and watch. I hope Harry never forgives you for believing he did it,’ Hermione was practically yelling before she stormed up the stairs to the girls dormitory.
‘She’s right, Harry never entered,’ Fred said.
‘He wouldn’t, he hated the spotlight and he would not stand a chance in this even if he did enter,’ George said.
‘How could you think Harry would know spells to get him out of those dangerous situations that the champions are going to face,’ Lee said.
‘Even George and I will be pushing our knowledge if one of our names came out,’ Fred turned to his twin, nodded then headed up to their dorm room with their friend, Lee Jordon. Ginny kept staring at her brother but she could see he was being stubborn, she knew then that Harry and Ron’s friendship was over, which meant she would never get a chance with Harry. She never figured he would look at her anyway, mainly because he only saw her as his best friends little sister. She sighed then slowly walked up to her own dorm room wondering where Harry went.
So many people in the common room thought Harry did enter, some didn’t believe it. But they all knew one thing, it was going to be very tense in Gryffindor tower over the coming weeks.
It was more than a day before Harry left the astronomy tower, it was only thanks to Dobby that he had been comfortable and fed. Harry didn’t call the elf, the little elf just found him, with a tray of food and a cup of tea. All Harry could do was nod then he began to eat, but Dobby wasn’t finished. He popped back then there was a mattress on the floor, pillow and blankets, then a door appeared, Dobby showed him it was a bathroom. The little elf never spoke, just looked sadly at Harry and all Harry could do was look sadly back.
When Harry did emerge from the astronomy tower all he got was sneering looks, cruel and degrading comments and a lot of disappointed looks. He did get a few words like how he lied, how he cheated, how he liked being famous and wanted more. Harry didn’t bother saying anything, he knew no one would believe him. It wasn’t the first time everyone turned their backs on him, it wouldn’t be the last.
The first night back in Gryffindor tower told him most believed he entered, only a few said they believed him. But when Ron told Harry to piss off, it didn’t surprise him, what did surprise Harry was the look Ron gave him. Harry was going to try and explain that he couldn’t explain how his name ended up in the cup, but he decided not to waste his time. He knew Ron would never believe him, he knew Ron had always been jealous, now this was just making the red head worse. He knew for sure that he would never forgive Ron, it was just one too many times that his jealously of Harry got the better of him and Harry was sick to death of trying to defend himself. No more he thought to himself, he will never allow Ron in his life again.
‘Well, fuck you Weasley, you right little prick,’ Harry sneered before turning his back on him and the other boys who all seemed shocked at the look Harry had on his face.
Harry had made up his mind so there was no reason to talk to anyone, even to the ones that did not think he entered the triwizard tournament himself, like Neville. Harry didn’t really care, he said at the end of the following year, if anything else happened then he knew what he was going to do.
Harry rummaged in his trunk, keeping his back to the other four boys. Once he had his money pouch, his cloak and the map, he disappeared from the view of the boys and from Gryffindor tower.
Harry snuck to the fourth floor then through the tunnel behind the one eyed witch. He carefully and quietly got past the owners of Honeydukes before heading away from Hogsmeade. He had things to do and items to buy, everyone will realise that he wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. He’d had it with Ron, with Snape and with Dumbledore sitting back and doing nothing.
Back at Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore was worried, first he was thinking about who entered Harry Potter in the triwizard tournament, a tournament that had seen students die. He was also worried for Harry who he had not seen at all since his name had come out of the goblet of fire. Albus knew just as a lot of students knew that there were plenty of places to hide inside the castle. Harry had an advantage, the invisibility cloak which would render Harry completely invisible even from the ghosts and portraits who usually kept an eye on Harry for Albus.
As Albus walked down through the castle ready for dinner. He saw Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom ahead of him.
‘Mr. Longbottom, Miss Granger.’
Hermione and Neville turned, ‘Yes Professor?’ Hermione asked.
‘Have you see Harry today?’
‘I haven’t seen him since his name was called during the start of the tournament.’
‘I saw him, he came up to the dorm room earlier today, grabbed his cloak and left. He looked strange Professor.’
‘How do you mean Neville?’
‘At first he told Ron…um, well, he told him to…f off. But the look he had right after that, it was like he had no feelings left, emotionless, that’s the best way to describe him. His eyes looked lifeless, dead then they just looked hard.’
‘Can you get him out of this Professor? Harry didn’t enter, you know he didn’t.’
‘No, it was magically binding, I did try,’ Albus sighed, ‘If you see him tell him I wish to speak with him. The password is gummy bears, just keep that to yourselves.’
‘We will Professor,’ Hermione watched the headmaster leave, ‘He looks as worried as I feel.’
‘Yeah, he does, where do you think Harry is?’
‘No idea, I looked in his trunk for the map but it was gone. He could be anywhere and if he’s hiding under his cloak we will never find him. Once he has that on, no one has a chance at finding him, not until he wants to be found. With the way he’s feeling right now I doubt he will even turn up for classes.’
‘What do you think he will do about the tournament?’
‘He will stay hidden, I think he will, but I know he won’t do it. The contract is not like the unbreakable vow, so he knows he won’t die. It’s not like a wizard’s oath on his magic, so he won’t lose that. If he is thinking logically about this then there isn’t much they can do to him. No, I don’t think we will see him again, not until the tournament is over which isn’t until next year.’
‘We think he snuck out, he might even now be a long way away,’ Fred said as he joined Hermione and Neville.
‘He knows a few of the secret passage ways, so it’s not like he couldn’t find a way. He would never go back to those muggles though.’ George said.
‘Then where would he go if he left?’ Neville asked.
‘Either nowhere anyone knows, nothing connected to him or…’ Hermione sighed, ‘Godric’s Hollow.’
‘The house his parents died in?’ Neville asked.
Hermione nodded, ‘He said when he turned seventeen he was going there then fix the house and live where he lived with his parents.’
‘But they were murdered in there, how could he want to be in that place?’
‘Think about it Neville, you live with your gran but you see and hear things about your parents,’ Fred said.
‘Right, Harry can’t see anything unless he went there. The only pictures his got are the few small ones Hagrid got him,’ George said.
‘If you hear anything, let us know,’ Fred and George walked off leaving Hermione and Neville wondering if maybe the twins were right, Harry had left Hogwarts.
Harry waited until it was dark then crept into the house. The house where he had been beaten, treated like a slave and put down at every opportunity. With the plans Harry had he knew he would not get into trouble even if people believed it was him.
Harry walked up the stairs and into his cousin’s room. He stared at his fat cousin before plunging the large knife down into his chest, then just kept stabbing with the knife until he knew Dudley was dead. He left that room, pulled the black hood over his head then snuck into his aunt and uncle’s room. With one quick swipe, he cut his uncle’s throat then did the same to his aunt, but not as deep for her, he wasn’t ready for her to die yet. He looked into his aunts wide frightened eyes before pulling the hood off.
‘I said you would pay, one day, well, that day came. Dudley’s dead, I stabbed him, Vernon’s dead, now you will die, slowly. Imagine if you died and Dudley was given to my mother to raise, do you think she would treat Dudley how you treated me? No, she wouldn’t. My mother would have treated the fat fucking stupid lump of a boy as her own, yet you couldn’t do the same with me. Well, you’re paying for it now. I hope you burn in hell you fucking bitch.’
Harry turned then started rummage around in the room. He wanted to make it look like a robbery, so he took his uncle’s wallet, his aunts purse, a few bits of jewelry, broke a few things then went into Dudley’s room. He began to look around, then he took a lot of stuff from in there, he also took Dudley’s hidden pile of cash he kept in a sock in his school bag. He checked on Petunia who had slowly bled out, then Harry slowly walked down the stairs. He took a few things from there, then made sure the things like the television was smashed. Once he had finished wrecking the place he left the house, keeping to the shadows he hurried away. He had more plans but first he needed to get rid of the extra clothes he put on. He hurried to the park, stripped off the jacket and jeans, he couldn’t use magic so he used matches to set them alight. He waited until they were ash before walking away from Little Whinging, for the last time.
As he walked he thought about what he used to believe and how that all changed. Even a couple of years ago Harry never thought he could or would hurt anyone. Now he felt relieved that he had just killed three people.