In Death Secrets are Revealed!
By: Nikkii-Love706
Warning: Smut, Abuse, Rape, Munipulation, Cutting, BoyxBoy, Fluff, Cursing, Death, Dumbles/Weasly-Bashing, etc. This story can cause teary-eyedness! And I don't like using beta's if you have seen my other works then you know. Ye' ave been warned'.
Disclaimer:
Nikkii- Hiya! Im Nikkii the author of this amazing story! Well lets get a moving! ~Koff~ R&R please! ~KoffKoff~
Nex- Nikkii I think your supposed to tell the dis-thingy.
Nikkii- …Crap I forgot….
Nex- ~mumbles~ Idiotic twerp…..
Nikkii- Oi! What did you say Bitch?
Nex- Ya know calling me a bitch is like calling yourself a bitch…..
Nikkii- …..
Nex- See, you are an idiot. Now get this stupid disclaimer outta the way so I can go torcher something.
Nikkii- Yeah, yeah, whatever. ~sigh~ Alright I regretfully do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or places….sadly ~sniffles~
7 year old Harry- Aw, but I's wuv Nikkii! Why cant she own meh? ~teary eyed puppydog stare~
Nex- AHHHHHH…..To much Cuteness! It burns! * Starts to burn *
Nikkii- Im sorry Harry~sniffles and ignores burning other half~…Well on with the story before I full out bawl, here ya go!
"Talking."
'Thought.'
"Parseltongue."
"Beastspeak."
Chapter 1: The Letter….
In the quiet house of #4 Privet Drive sat a young boy with unruly raven hair and overly large clothes hanging off his lithe body. He was slowly stitching up a gash from his uncles most resent "playtime", with a thread from his blanket and a needle tip from a sewing machine. His green eyes that seemed to be cut from emeralds,looking old for his age, and dull from pain. They flickered to the numerical clock hanging above his small closet before returning his calculating gaze to his chest. He released a haggard sigh, muttering to himself, "10 more minutes till im 17 and free." As if to reply to his statement a hoot came from across the room from a beautiful owl with white feathers that looked as though they have been dipped in black ink, and its golden eyes filled with worry never leaving her masters form.
Harry finished stitching up the gash that traveled from his right shoulder to just above his left nipple, putting his homemade first aid kit under the loose floor board under his bed. Stretching he let out a low hiss and glanced at his clock once more. 11:55 pm. Only 5 more minutes. 5 more minutes till he's free. His gaze focused in on the clock as it ticked away. 4 more minutes. 4 more minutes till he could trully be himself and stop hiding. 3 more minutes. 3 more minutes till he could use his wand outside of school, alright that one doesn't really count he is already rather gifted at wandless magic. 2 more minutes. 2 more minutes till he could leave this hell hole he calls home. 1 more minute. 1 more minute till his life would change; more so then he even realized.
The clock chimmed once signalling that it was midnight. "Happy Birthd-," He gasped in pain, the sentence lost in the air as wave after wave of pain washed over him. With every wave he could feel his magic pulsing and buzzing under his skin, ready to burst. It was like a dam broke and it all came rushing out. He bit into his lip, not daring to scream, he learned along time ago not to do anything freakish around the Dursley's. His eyes burned like someone was pouring acid into them, he knocked of his glasses and rubbed at them vigouresly, but the pain only intensified. And with a final pulse a soft red glow eminated from his skin. His entire body relaxing, his breathing evening out and his vision blurred. With the last bit of energy he glanced at the clock. 12:01 am. And he fell into unconciouseness.
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Harry awoke to a infuriating tapping at his window. Opening his eye's, he turned to the window and was immediately assaulted by harsh light. He groaned and sat up rubbing his eyes, a dull ache setteling over his small frame. The tapping continued and he had no choice but to open it. Standing on slightly unsteady legs he stumbled to the window, leaning heavily on the desk below it, and lifting it open only wide enough for the owl to fly in. Harry collapsed back on to the bed glaring at the evil bird that woke him up. The owl was a dark grey color with a white and red patch of feathers on its breast. The owl staired back with sadness and a amusement in it's eyes, before extending its leg to Harry. He pulled the parchment of the strange owls leg and gave her one of Hedwigs treats.
Harry turned it over to look at the seal, it was the Gringotts stamp in gold wax. Confused as to why they would send him something he schecked it for curses before unravaling it and slowly read it twice:
Dear Mr. Potter,
We at Gringotts, the wizard bank, would like to inform you of your Godfather, Sirius Black's, will reading at 2pm tomarrow.
And on another note, we have been trying to contact you for sometime now to discuss your vaults and inheritance. We request that after the will reading that you stay and sign certain paper work, along with taking a tour of your vaults. Have a Prosperous Day!
Malraw,Head of Gringotts Personal Vaults and Final TestamentsHarry could hardly believe what he was reading. 'Vaults? Inheritance? Will Reading? What is going on and why didn't Dumbledore tell me about this?
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* Well- that was the first chapter, how was it? I know it is a bit short but the other chapters will be rather long… atleast I hope so…. Anyway, Please Review! But NO Flamers!