Chapter 1
Prologue:
Harry was sent again to Mrs.Figgs, but this time he was left alone in the house. She allowed him to do a lot of things he wasn't allowed to in the Dursleys. Like eat food when ever he wanted, he wasn't allowed to tell anyone about it though. Oh! And go into the room with all of the shiny things, like the orange Locket and a lot of other things. He always looked at the Locket ,never touching it though. He was 9, he only had so much patience. He started by touching it by the chain and looked at the amulet that held the snake looking S.
Black smoke erupted from the opening slot. Harry then dropped it on the floor on accident. He was scared because it had screamed when he dropped it. He didn't want Mrs.Figgs to yell at him and hate him. So, he picked it up and checked it out. It looked completely fine, just had black smoke erupting from it. He took it with him, because he was sure Mrs. Figg wouldn't miss it. When he put it around his neck it beat, like a heart almost. It was really pretty and he didn't want the Dursleys to take it from him.
He kept it for a week before it started screaming, the Dursleys didn't hear it, but Harry did. Then the fires started, sometimes it was under his feet. They scared him a lot, untill the day the locket found out that he couldn't swim. Whenever Harry was alone now there would be water everywhere. In the cupboard, bathroom, kitchen when he was by himself, anywhere. It was terrible, he couldn't breathe and when he thought it would stop it didn't. It never did. He couldn't tell anyone, because then they'd think he was crazy.
Not until he was discovered as a wizard, one of the most popular because he had defeated Voldemort. A dark lord, one of the darkest. He had no idea how that happened and would never ask. Mostly because nobody knew. He was told that Slytherin was the evilist house anyone could have been sorted in. Guess where he was sorted? Right, Slytherin! It wasn't scared this time, but he thought it was just a sign that he wasn't who everyone thought he was.
He spent his first year as just a normal boy never trying to be a hero. Dumbledore talked to him sometimes though. This boy named Draco also was always trying to make friends with him, for he had already done so multiple times. Harry never answered him, because his hand always scared the crap out of him. He would have liked to be his friend, but he was scared that the ghost would use Draco as a facet of nightmares.
Year 2 was mostly uneventful. Some Gryffindor girls died or were paralyzed. He didn't know the reasons though, but he did hear someone whispering in his ear that year sometimes. The water didn't come that much that year.And that brings us to this year, egh. Only 1 day in and he was already feeling dead.