Chapter 1

A/N: The universe belongs to JKR….i'm just fooling around with it. I know this is a quite short chapter but it will get better (and longer . )

The sky above Privet Drive was pitch black, starless. The only lights left came from the street lanterns, feebly lighting the areawith a yellowish halo. Everything was seemingly asleep… Yet, a young man, lieing in the small bed under the staircase at house number 4 was still wide awake. His thoughts were like a restless ocean, a storm of fury, hetred and culpability.

Sirius's face haunted him…he saw him everywhere, at every corners. All the time. Sadly staring at him.

"You failed me, Harry…". It was what Harry always heard within his mind. Slowly his mournfull thoughts envelopped Dumbledore's image, slowly morphing into anger.

It was all Dumbledore's fault. The fact that he ws living in this hellhole, the fact that he was kept in the dark….the fact that he had to face a dark Lord at 11 years old, a basilisk at 12….He could've been killed for countless times, and yet all the headmaster ever did was to look at him approvingly. And Sirius…and the prophecy…such a perfect timing to announce it! Telling Harry about this burden while his godfather just died. His hopes for a normal life vanished.

Hah! Normal…normalcy was now an utopia. And ofcourse, there was the wizarding population, oh always so supportive. Harry mused, sarcastically. Manipulated idiotic mass…And the ministry, waiting for someone else to do the dirty job, finding a scapegoat when something wrong occurs. Wretched world.

Harry knew that he shouldn't accuse the old headmaster this way. The man went through several wizarding wars already, it is unfair to expect more of him. Reality slowly crept in Harry's mind ; the man was old. His intentions were good, but he doesn't have the mind to consider every aspects anymore.

But enough is enough. Harry will never let anyone else control his life. He will find out all the truths, he will gain more strenght. He will be respected as a powerful wizard, not as the bloody-boy-who-fucking-lived (and-yet-should-fucking-die for some)….Golden Boy….Dumbledore's Pet…. He must leave this hellhole and live on his own. Harry kept thinking about the multipled possibilities and choices he now had, before the sandman came, making him fall asleep…