Hazel Gryffindor

Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter

Rating: R (just because the other story is rated the same)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This will be the only time I do this.

A/N: VERY IMPORTANT! This is the companion fic of Red Angel. I originally wasn't going to post this until I was done with RA (Red Angel), but the story got out of control. You know RA was the same way so I guess I shouldn't even pretend to have control over my stories. All right here is the information that you need to know: this chapter goes along with chapter fourteen of RA, Voldemort is Lily's uncle (for the twisted family tree see chapter two of RA), James and his family are the Gryffindor heirs, Voldemort is called Tom until… well he is almost always called Tom when the Lily is thinking and she doesn't know that he is Voldemort, James and Lily are best friends, they are ten years old (to get the back story read chapters 1-14 RA), James is a cutter (just to make that clear because it is hinted in this chapter), James has had the dark mark since he was five, and Tom has been torturing James since he was five too.

Chapter One: The Man with the Cool Name

Uncle Tom is bringing us to the Potters' house again. It's great that I can see James again but… he is getting really weird lately. He's been… I don't know… always wanting to do something I don't want to but always wants me near him. I care for him a lot but that is just creepy.

I shouldn't say that though, James has a lot to deal with. My uncle has been at the core of almost all of James's worries, but there are a few not associated with him. Like the cuts, I hate those awful red marks that James gives himself.

I don't know why he does it but… oh I just wish he would stop. That he would stop cutting that tattoo-like thing that my uncle gave him. Those cuts on his stomach are burned into my mind as it is in his skin. He has traced over them so many times they will never go away.

I used to be naïve but now I know better; I know that Uncle Tom is as evil as James said he was. Tom is trying to teach me to be like him even though I never ever will. I would rather die than hurt anyone, especially James.

James is my best friend; better than all mine at primary school. They never seem to know me like he does. I think it is because he knows I'm magical. Tom has also tried to teach me some dark spells but I can't so them yet because I have no wand and I would never do them anyways.

Well we're finally here! I haven't seen James in two weeks because last time Tom came I had to go see Grandma Smith. I would have rather gone to James's house because Grandma Smith is boring and common like her name. At least Evans is a little more interesting. I want a name like umm… what did Mrs. Potter call him again? Dumbledore! Now that name isn't boring.

Uncle Tom is opening the door. Mrs. Potter is waiting there. I don't think James is there; where is he? I hope he isn't wearing those marks into his life and skin again. I think that with the combination of the cutting and Uncle Tom's torture James is slowly dying. I hate being a spectator in this madness.

Tom and I walk inside to the living room. James is waiting with a chessboard before him. It's a good thing I brought my chess pieces that he gave me with me.

"You ready?" James said cockily. He is getting really arrogant and now he has this… look. He's eyes get wide, his eyebrows raise, and he gets this annoying smirk. It infuriates me every single time. Sure he almost always wins at chess but does he have to rub it in?

"Definitely," hey what can I say; I'm competitive too.

We are setting up our pieces. Today my pieces are white so I go first. I call my center to move to spaces ahead of it. I am starting my favorite technique; building a wall. I don't know why I do it I never win doing it that way, not against an attack at least. Of course James's style is attacking.

James and I are fiercely fighting each other. Well, he is fighting and I am just trying not to get beat.

"Checkmate," dang it! I almost thought I could win.

Well time to bring up another subject, "James what do you think of that Voldemort guy?" Voldemort is an evil guy but that is the most I know.

James seems to know more than me so I hope he doesn't think that Voldemort will be that bad.

"I think that Voldemort won't ever really take hold of the wizarding world. He isn't a real threat," funny; he sounds like he knows him personally.

"We can only hope," Mr. Potter said. He looks tired and worn out.

"Yes, but some one will probably need to fight him. Have you been sent out to fight him yet?" Uncle Tom asked.

I think they are aurors and those people are bad wizard fighters.

"No, but someday soon I think we will. I'm very worried about James and Lily but they will be safe in Hogwarts with Dumbledore," Mrs. Potter said with relief.

So the guy with the cool name is at a safe place. That's good but it doesn't seem that Tom likes it.

James and I didn't have enough time to finish another game.

Uncle Tom is going to drive me home.

Now we are on the road. Uncle Tom has been silent since now.

"Lily," his voice is cold and rough. It seems as the years go by his voice gets higher. His appearance has also changed; not much but his eyes are turning red. Red is a very weird color for eyes to be.

"Yes?"

"Dumbledore is the headmaster at Hogwarts and our worst enemy other than the Gryffindor heirs," Tom replied.

"Yes, Uncle Tom," I said. Sometimes Uncle Tom seems a bit crazy. I just hope he won't hurt James more than he has already.

A/N: Read and Review. Constructive criticism is wanted. I really don't like this chapter it just doesn't flow. If you have any questions just ask in the review. Also read the top Author's note.