Title: The Truth Hurts
Author: SoExasperating (a.k.a. Hannya who can't remember her password to post this under her old author code)
Rating: PG-13 for now thanks to language and a lack so far of sexuality of any kind. Don't worry, I'm getting there
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all his friends, teachers, and enemies do not and have never belonged to me. Which sucks but with counciling and large intakes of Black Rasberry Avalance icecream and Pepsi (which also don't belong to me-dammit) I'm slowly learning to accept this.
Summary: The Dursleys are the scum of the earth, Harry follows the rules instead of doing the right thing, and Snape wishes to Merlin that he started drinking earlier in the day. (A/N: My muse swore to me that this was funny and not just disturbing so I blame her)
Chapter One: Hungry? Why wait?
Harry Potter sat alone in his cupboard and weighed his options. Alright, well, after a summer of damn near dangerous 'chores' and 'punishments,' he was gaunt, bruised, and bloody. Check. Three days ago the Dursleys had left on Holiday (most likely to avoid any more run ins with Harry's 'freak' friends) and had 'forgotten' (and wasn't it just a sign of how screwy his life was that he kept having to put quotations in his own thoughts?) to unlock the cupboard. Check. It was now September 1st, the day he was to return to Hogwarts.
Check.
As Harry saw it, he could use his magic to bust out and make it to Kings Cross and therefore Hogwarts but that would lead to the Minsitry trying to expel him for underage magic. Plus, once he made it ot Hogwarts itself he'd probably be chided for his irresponsible use of magic and taking such risks with all those Deatheaters just hiding in bushes and waiting to pounce. Everyone would, once again, not notice the half-ass glamor charms hiding his sorry state or the instinctive flinch whenever someone tried to touch him.
In fact, it was almost a certainty that Professor Snape would make some kind of comment about the rules not applying to the Golden Boy of Gryffindor leaving Harry so anger and frustrated at the unfairness of it all that he'd unconsciously blow up half said Potions Master's lab leading to a month of detentions where he'd be subjected to nightly speeches of how useless and aggravating everyone Harry loved was. Was, because they tended to be chronically dead.
Honestly, it was just one big vicious cycle.
Or...
There was Option 2. Option 2 was an absolutely brilliant plan (Harry was unnaturally sure of it since he'd constructed it during one of his less than lucid moments during his forced fast) that involved absolutely no action on his part.
He, Harry James Potter, was going to sit in his locked lightless cupboard until someone showed up to collect him or he starved. Yup, he was going to follow the rules or die trying.
Take /that/, Professor Snape!
And maybe, just maybe, whoever was eventually sent after his absentee self would see the way he lived (and quite possibly died) and he could know there was one person inthe world that understood the brutal honesty that was his life.
Although he had the sinking feeling that the person sent would be the one he least wished to see him like this.
It was a few hours later during what Harrry assumed was early evening that he decided he might just possibly be a seer. Ears sharpened from his isolation heard the familiar stalking footfall a bare second after Professor Snape apperated on the Dursley's front yard. Slightly giddy from hunger and hysteria, Harry giggled as he waited for the moody Potions Master to find him. In fact, if he tilted his head and squinted at it just so...he could pretend this was a really twisted version of Hide N' Seek.
Or Harry Hunting but he wasn't one to quibble over details.
Now, he just had to wait....
TBC
Okay, so it's kind of short but if you like review and I'll post the next chapter which is a little longer. Snape finds Harry and the fecal matter his the oscillating air mover. That crashing noise is your illusions crashing down...
Author: SoExasperating (a.k.a. Hannya who can't remember her password to post this under her old author code)
Rating: PG-13 for now thanks to language and a lack so far of sexuality of any kind. Don't worry, I'm getting there
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all his friends, teachers, and enemies do not and have never belonged to me. Which sucks but with counciling and large intakes of Black Rasberry Avalance icecream and Pepsi (which also don't belong to me-dammit) I'm slowly learning to accept this.
Summary: The Dursleys are the scum of the earth, Harry follows the rules instead of doing the right thing, and Snape wishes to Merlin that he started drinking earlier in the day. (A/N: My muse swore to me that this was funny and not just disturbing so I blame her)
Chapter One: Hungry? Why wait?
Harry Potter sat alone in his cupboard and weighed his options. Alright, well, after a summer of damn near dangerous 'chores' and 'punishments,' he was gaunt, bruised, and bloody. Check. Three days ago the Dursleys had left on Holiday (most likely to avoid any more run ins with Harry's 'freak' friends) and had 'forgotten' (and wasn't it just a sign of how screwy his life was that he kept having to put quotations in his own thoughts?) to unlock the cupboard. Check. It was now September 1st, the day he was to return to Hogwarts.
Check.
As Harry saw it, he could use his magic to bust out and make it to Kings Cross and therefore Hogwarts but that would lead to the Minsitry trying to expel him for underage magic. Plus, once he made it ot Hogwarts itself he'd probably be chided for his irresponsible use of magic and taking such risks with all those Deatheaters just hiding in bushes and waiting to pounce. Everyone would, once again, not notice the half-ass glamor charms hiding his sorry state or the instinctive flinch whenever someone tried to touch him.
In fact, it was almost a certainty that Professor Snape would make some kind of comment about the rules not applying to the Golden Boy of Gryffindor leaving Harry so anger and frustrated at the unfairness of it all that he'd unconsciously blow up half said Potions Master's lab leading to a month of detentions where he'd be subjected to nightly speeches of how useless and aggravating everyone Harry loved was. Was, because they tended to be chronically dead.
Honestly, it was just one big vicious cycle.
Or...
There was Option 2. Option 2 was an absolutely brilliant plan (Harry was unnaturally sure of it since he'd constructed it during one of his less than lucid moments during his forced fast) that involved absolutely no action on his part.
He, Harry James Potter, was going to sit in his locked lightless cupboard until someone showed up to collect him or he starved. Yup, he was going to follow the rules or die trying.
Take /that/, Professor Snape!
And maybe, just maybe, whoever was eventually sent after his absentee self would see the way he lived (and quite possibly died) and he could know there was one person inthe world that understood the brutal honesty that was his life.
Although he had the sinking feeling that the person sent would be the one he least wished to see him like this.
It was a few hours later during what Harrry assumed was early evening that he decided he might just possibly be a seer. Ears sharpened from his isolation heard the familiar stalking footfall a bare second after Professor Snape apperated on the Dursley's front yard. Slightly giddy from hunger and hysteria, Harry giggled as he waited for the moody Potions Master to find him. In fact, if he tilted his head and squinted at it just so...he could pretend this was a really twisted version of Hide N' Seek.
Or Harry Hunting but he wasn't one to quibble over details.
Now, he just had to wait....
TBC
Okay, so it's kind of short but if you like review and I'll post the next chapter which is a little longer. Snape finds Harry and the fecal matter his the oscillating air mover. That crashing noise is your illusions crashing down...