Life Awakened
By Lady of Tears
Author's note: This is my first fanfic ever, so please be nice. I got help from my sister though, and I hope you enjoy my story!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the wonderful world of Harry Potter that all belongs to JKR, but I can dream can't I. I just own the plot.
Chapter One: Alone in the Dark
"Sirius.......NO..........COME BACK SIRIUS!!!!!!!!" He watched in horror as his godfather fell behind a ragged silver veil...he had to keep running...maybe he could save him...he tried to move the veil away, but it seemed to melt into his hand. "SIRIUS, NO...PLEASE, NO..." he screamed. He looked into the veil and tried to see past the glitter...he saw nothing... a familiar voice rang through out the room...
"He can't come back, Harry. He can't come back because he's de..."
Everything went black. Harry felt his voice breaking as he screamed in agony.
"Its all my fault...its all my fault..." The voice echoed eternally in his mind... a searing pain shot throughout his body, reaching his head, where it erupted...
Harry Potter woke up, bathed in sweat, the words, "Its all my fault, its all my fault still resting on his lips. He stood up, and shakily walked to the window. The night was clear and the rest of Privet Drive seemed calm and peaceful, not knowing the horrors lurking inside of a boy at Number 4. Harry opened his trunk and took out a large leather book, the one he stared at for hours every night after he awoke from his nightmares. He turned the creamy white pages back and forth, looking at the smiling faces of his parents and...it hurt just to look at him. His heart lurched every time he saw Sirius waving back at him. No matter how many times everyone said it wasn't his fault, he knew better, it was his fault that Sirius was gone, and nothing anyone said would change that. The sun started to peep into his room, the rays cascading onto him. He pulled down the shade, darkness filling the room once more. He sat on the bed and curled his knees to his chest. He just sat there and waited for each painful moment to pass.
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The Dursley's didn't bother checking on Harry the entire day. Harry liked it like that. He was annoyed when anyone interrupted his solitude. Even Hedwig knew better than to try to get his attention anymore. Finally, as the little bit of light that was in the room began to filter back out, Harry heard the tinkling of dishes as the Dursley's cleaned up from dinner. At the beginning of the summer the Dursley's tried to get him to eat, but they found it was just not worth the effort...
Uncle Vernon burst into the room, followed closely by Dudley. They both stood there staring at Harry, who had not even acknowledged them come in.
"Boy, you come downstairs and eat this very minute," Uncle Vernon said. Harry paid no attention to him.
"Did you here me?" he tried again. Still Harry just sat there, staring off into the other directions.
"Potter, you come down this minutes or I'll..."he started, but he stopped as Harry had finally looked at him.
"Or what?" he said in a dangerously low voice. "You wouldn't do anything."
"Really boy? Just try me. GET DOWN THERE RIGHT NOW!" Anger bubbled inside of Harry. He turned away again, just wanting to be left alone.
"Don't you turn away from me..."Uncle Vernon started.
"JUST SHUT UP!" Harry screamed. "WHEN HAVE YOU EVER CARED ABOUT ME?? NEVER!! YOU ARE JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOUR OWN STUPID SELF! YOU DON'T WANT MOODY AND LUPIN TO COME AND CURSE YOUR SORRY BUTTS. IT WOULD BE BAD FOR YOUR PRECIOUS REPUTATION." Aunt Petunia walked timidly into the room, to see Harry screaming. But he wasn't going to stop now.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH? NO!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE LOST OR WHAT I'VE HAD TO FEEL EVERY SINGLE DAY. YOU DON'T KNOW AND YOU DON'T CARE! I'M NOT HUNGRY SO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!!"
The Dursley's staggered out into the hallway as Harry walked towards them. He slammed the door shut and he could hear them all scampering back downstairs. He sat back down on the bed and put his face in his hands.
"I'm not hungry..." and with that he fell into a sleep of nightmares...
Nothing had changed since that day. Sometimes they would push food through the old catflap, but Harry never touched it. He didn't have the will to eat. Every time he tried he could never keep it down. There was really no reason to eat anymore. No reason what so ever. Soon all went quite as the Dursleys retired for the night. Harry lay back down onto the bed, ready to face the precious hours he got of sleep, even though they were rarely peaceful. Every dream was all of Sirius of of Cedric, or of his Mum and Dad. His eyes began to droop. The last thing he heard was Lupin's voice, "He can't come back Harry, he can't come back because he's de.."Lupin never finished the sentence and Harry couldn't bear to think of that final word.
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"My Lord...I have excellent news," said a tiny man as he knelt at the hems of flowing black robes.
"What is it Wormtail? For your sake this better be important. I cannot have my time wasted with trivial things," said a second voice, which filled the room with a chill like the coldest ice.
"There has been a discovery, My Lord," continued Wormtail. "An ancient artifact, it was brought over from Egypt, where we it was kept in safety deep underground, in ancient wizard tombs. It was probably hidden there and forgotten about. The spells that we had to break to get to it were much more advanced than in the ancient days. We are having it transported here so it will be available to our cause."
"What IS it Wormtail?" said the voice impatiently.
"It is a veil, we assume it is a "brother" to the one in the Ministry. The veil itself is gold and in pristine condition. At the top there is the inscription at the top that says,"Evo lew seno ehtht iwkl awsu tel." No one knows how exactly it works, but from what we can tell it is a gateway. The veil in the Ministry will kill you if you pass through it. This one will bring you back. There is evidence that people have already escaped, My Lord," he mumbled quickly.
"Well Wormtail, I'm surprised. You actually had something useful to say. We must find the people who escaped. Their knowledge is a danger to our cause."
"What should we do when we find them?"Wormtail asked in a quivering voice. Voldemort let out a heartless and mirthless laugh.
"What do you think Wormtail? When you find them...kill them on the spot."
Harry felt vomit rising in his throat as his eyes flew open. He couldn't breathe. The air was suffocating him...he had to get out. For the first time in weeks he flew open the door and made his way outside. As he ran down the stairs his scar throbbed madly against his forehead. This was the first dream he had had of Voldemort since he saw Sirius being tortured. He fell out onto the grass and took raspy breaths as he swallowed the night air. He lay on the damp ground for a moment, trying to gather his strength before he pushed himself off the ground. He turned to the door, but before he entered back into the house, he backed away. He couldn't go back in there. He wandered the streets, not looking where he was going. He stared up at the first street sign he came to. The words "Mongolia Crescent" were against the green background. He took in a sharp breath. His scar began to throb again as he thought of the dog he had seen some three years ago. He left to go some other way when a sound came from behind him, the very place he had first seen Padfoot. He slowly pulled his wand out and looked back into the dark alleyway. He knew he heard something. Then from the darkness came a voice...
"H-harry? Is that you?"
By Lady of Tears
Author's note: This is my first fanfic ever, so please be nice. I got help from my sister though, and I hope you enjoy my story!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the wonderful world of Harry Potter that all belongs to JKR, but I can dream can't I. I just own the plot.
Chapter One: Alone in the Dark
"Sirius.......NO..........COME BACK SIRIUS!!!!!!!!" He watched in horror as his godfather fell behind a ragged silver veil...he had to keep running...maybe he could save him...he tried to move the veil away, but it seemed to melt into his hand. "SIRIUS, NO...PLEASE, NO..." he screamed. He looked into the veil and tried to see past the glitter...he saw nothing... a familiar voice rang through out the room...
"He can't come back, Harry. He can't come back because he's de..."
Everything went black. Harry felt his voice breaking as he screamed in agony.
"Its all my fault...its all my fault..." The voice echoed eternally in his mind... a searing pain shot throughout his body, reaching his head, where it erupted...
Harry Potter woke up, bathed in sweat, the words, "Its all my fault, its all my fault still resting on his lips. He stood up, and shakily walked to the window. The night was clear and the rest of Privet Drive seemed calm and peaceful, not knowing the horrors lurking inside of a boy at Number 4. Harry opened his trunk and took out a large leather book, the one he stared at for hours every night after he awoke from his nightmares. He turned the creamy white pages back and forth, looking at the smiling faces of his parents and...it hurt just to look at him. His heart lurched every time he saw Sirius waving back at him. No matter how many times everyone said it wasn't his fault, he knew better, it was his fault that Sirius was gone, and nothing anyone said would change that. The sun started to peep into his room, the rays cascading onto him. He pulled down the shade, darkness filling the room once more. He sat on the bed and curled his knees to his chest. He just sat there and waited for each painful moment to pass.
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The Dursley's didn't bother checking on Harry the entire day. Harry liked it like that. He was annoyed when anyone interrupted his solitude. Even Hedwig knew better than to try to get his attention anymore. Finally, as the little bit of light that was in the room began to filter back out, Harry heard the tinkling of dishes as the Dursley's cleaned up from dinner. At the beginning of the summer the Dursley's tried to get him to eat, but they found it was just not worth the effort...
Uncle Vernon burst into the room, followed closely by Dudley. They both stood there staring at Harry, who had not even acknowledged them come in.
"Boy, you come downstairs and eat this very minute," Uncle Vernon said. Harry paid no attention to him.
"Did you here me?" he tried again. Still Harry just sat there, staring off into the other directions.
"Potter, you come down this minutes or I'll..."he started, but he stopped as Harry had finally looked at him.
"Or what?" he said in a dangerously low voice. "You wouldn't do anything."
"Really boy? Just try me. GET DOWN THERE RIGHT NOW!" Anger bubbled inside of Harry. He turned away again, just wanting to be left alone.
"Don't you turn away from me..."Uncle Vernon started.
"JUST SHUT UP!" Harry screamed. "WHEN HAVE YOU EVER CARED ABOUT ME?? NEVER!! YOU ARE JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOUR OWN STUPID SELF! YOU DON'T WANT MOODY AND LUPIN TO COME AND CURSE YOUR SORRY BUTTS. IT WOULD BE BAD FOR YOUR PRECIOUS REPUTATION." Aunt Petunia walked timidly into the room, to see Harry screaming. But he wasn't going to stop now.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH? NO!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE LOST OR WHAT I'VE HAD TO FEEL EVERY SINGLE DAY. YOU DON'T KNOW AND YOU DON'T CARE! I'M NOT HUNGRY SO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!!"
The Dursley's staggered out into the hallway as Harry walked towards them. He slammed the door shut and he could hear them all scampering back downstairs. He sat back down on the bed and put his face in his hands.
"I'm not hungry..." and with that he fell into a sleep of nightmares...
Nothing had changed since that day. Sometimes they would push food through the old catflap, but Harry never touched it. He didn't have the will to eat. Every time he tried he could never keep it down. There was really no reason to eat anymore. No reason what so ever. Soon all went quite as the Dursleys retired for the night. Harry lay back down onto the bed, ready to face the precious hours he got of sleep, even though they were rarely peaceful. Every dream was all of Sirius of of Cedric, or of his Mum and Dad. His eyes began to droop. The last thing he heard was Lupin's voice, "He can't come back Harry, he can't come back because he's de.."Lupin never finished the sentence and Harry couldn't bear to think of that final word.
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"My Lord...I have excellent news," said a tiny man as he knelt at the hems of flowing black robes.
"What is it Wormtail? For your sake this better be important. I cannot have my time wasted with trivial things," said a second voice, which filled the room with a chill like the coldest ice.
"There has been a discovery, My Lord," continued Wormtail. "An ancient artifact, it was brought over from Egypt, where we it was kept in safety deep underground, in ancient wizard tombs. It was probably hidden there and forgotten about. The spells that we had to break to get to it were much more advanced than in the ancient days. We are having it transported here so it will be available to our cause."
"What IS it Wormtail?" said the voice impatiently.
"It is a veil, we assume it is a "brother" to the one in the Ministry. The veil itself is gold and in pristine condition. At the top there is the inscription at the top that says,"Evo lew seno ehtht iwkl awsu tel." No one knows how exactly it works, but from what we can tell it is a gateway. The veil in the Ministry will kill you if you pass through it. This one will bring you back. There is evidence that people have already escaped, My Lord," he mumbled quickly.
"Well Wormtail, I'm surprised. You actually had something useful to say. We must find the people who escaped. Their knowledge is a danger to our cause."
"What should we do when we find them?"Wormtail asked in a quivering voice. Voldemort let out a heartless and mirthless laugh.
"What do you think Wormtail? When you find them...kill them on the spot."
Harry felt vomit rising in his throat as his eyes flew open. He couldn't breathe. The air was suffocating him...he had to get out. For the first time in weeks he flew open the door and made his way outside. As he ran down the stairs his scar throbbed madly against his forehead. This was the first dream he had had of Voldemort since he saw Sirius being tortured. He fell out onto the grass and took raspy breaths as he swallowed the night air. He lay on the damp ground for a moment, trying to gather his strength before he pushed himself off the ground. He turned to the door, but before he entered back into the house, he backed away. He couldn't go back in there. He wandered the streets, not looking where he was going. He stared up at the first street sign he came to. The words "Mongolia Crescent" were against the green background. He took in a sharp breath. His scar began to throb again as he thought of the dog he had seen some three years ago. He left to go some other way when a sound came from behind him, the very place he had first seen Padfoot. He slowly pulled his wand out and looked back into the dark alleyway. He knew he heard something. Then from the darkness came a voice...
"H-harry? Is that you?"