|Harry potter and the Thirst for Revenge
Author: Disturbeddesi PM
After losing his godfather, Harry goes into a state of anger and apathy. He ignores the people who care for him. He is in need of guidance, and it comes in the shape of a man who showes Harry his true power.Rated: Fiction K - English - Adventure/Romance - Harry P. & Ginny W. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,559 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-06-04 - Published: 02-12-04 - id: 1729379
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The sun was setting in the small town of Little Whinging, and droplets of water fell from the sky, as if God himself was weeping. In the town below, sudden pops of umbrellas being opened started to emerge, as if flowers of death had started to bloom. The scenery of this English town was as depressing as the mood of a certain young man who lived in this suburban village for the last fifteen years.
Harry Potter was known by many things. By his aunt and uncle he was known as a "freak" or "ungrateful retch". To his neighbors he was known as a "delinquent" or "mentally-imbalanced". But to a certain group of British society, he was known as "Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived". He was not fond of any of these titles, but Unfortunately he was doomed to be labeled in one way, shape, or form for the rest of his life. However his life couldn't be defined by any of these Grandiose or defamatory descriptions. You see, Harry wasn't a normal boy. He was a wizard, and a highly famous wizard at that. As a baby, Harry had done something that had astonished and baffled the wizarding community; he had lived. Harry Potter had survived the wrath of one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Lord Voldemort, and in fact thought to have destroyed him in the process.
For over a decade, Harry had no idea he was a wizard, and on one fateful day a large, burly man with a large beard had come to him and told him the truth. When Harry found out that he was more than just a reject member of the Dursley family, he was happier than he had ever been before. Now, however, Harry Potter was peering through the window in his room at the drizzling village wishing that he had never found out about his wizarding heritage. You see, The Dark Wizard who had thought to be vanquished had come back, and for the last five years been attempting to kill Harry and his friends. Last Year, he succeeded. Sirius Black, the closest thing that Harry had to a family had been killed.
Harry was thinking about what had happened his last year. It had already been a month back from Hogwarts and still couldn't stop thinking about Voldemort and The Department of Mysteries and...
A knot tied in his stomach as he thought of that name. It was because of him that Sirius was dead. If I hadn't just gone blindly to the Department, Sirius would still be here. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He had been told by his uncle that only sissies cry, but It didn't matter anymore. He'd lost the closest thing he had to a Parent. The Dursleys never cared for him. They were too busy showering they cute little Dudley-Wudley with exorbitantly amount of presents. Now I had lost it all. I would probably loose the Weasleys and Hermione. They would realize that I was too dangerous to be around. Surely everyone else would leave too. And so they should. Harry Shuddered. He would be all alone again.All alone...
He was lost in his thoughts for half an hour until a small squeak came from door. His Aunt had left him a tray of food. After he had come back from Hogwarts, Harry's guardians had quickly locked him in his room in where they had made a small opening with a flap at the bottom of the door so that they could send food through. He was allowed on bathroom break a day, and was not to talk to anyone. Fortunately Harry still had his things from school, which was all he could do to pass the time. He sat up and went to reach for his food.
It was a pathetic amount; Mrs. Weasley would have been furious with the morsels that the Dursleys gave Harry, but he didn't care. Harry didn't care about anything anymore. He had no right to live. He had cost so much death, so much suffering. After coming back from Hogwarts he had lost quite a bit of weight. His bones were showing through his skin and with a growth spurt he looked like death had already claimed him, and his body was the remnants of a dreadful past. As he ate, he watched the calendar next to his bed.
It would be his birthday tomorrow. This time, Harry wouldn't be as excited about the day he was born. The loss of Sirius still fresh in his mind, a few presents and a cake wouldn't change anything. He had gotten a letter from his Ms. Figg to meet her for tea tomorrow. He didn't really want to go but anything would have been better than this place. After the fiasco last year, Harry got letters telling about everything going on. They were no longer keeping anything from him. The better informed he was, the less chance of anything going wrong.
He finished his dinner and pushed the plate through the flap underneath the door. In about half an hour Aunt Petunia would walk by and pick up the plate. A few minutes later Uncle Vernon would open the door for his bathroom break. It was like clockwork. That was one thing that that the Dursleys had; predictability. Everything was clean, everything was on time, and everything was normal. In other words they were the dullest people in the world. That was probably the reason they hated Harry so much. He had become an unwelcome change to their "orderly" life. His "abnormality" had created a blemish on their perfect life.
Well... more then a blemish. He thought amusingly.
A knock came on the door; it was Uncle Vernon. "Boy! Time for you to go to the bathroom. Hurry Up or I'll leave you in there till next week!" He berated. Harry knew better than to argue with Uncle Vernon. Harry walked past his Uncle, sliding past his enormous stomach to the loo in the front hall. He closed the door and got ready for his bath. He filled the tub with water and took his clothes off. As lay in the tub, he stared at the bare-white ceiling, silently wishing that Sirius would still be alive.
While this was going on, a tall, pale-faced young man watched as Harry tried to squeeze past his Uncle to exit his room. The wind was rising and the trees were moving all around him, but he stood as a statue, with his cloak blowing against the power of natures fury.
His pain is strong. He said to himself.
Deep in his thoughts, he didn't notice another person apparate behind him.
Reflexively, Victor jumped and spun around, pulling his wand out of his pocket aiming it at the intruder. However, seeing who it was, he slowly put his wand-arm down. He bowed slightly showing respect for his mentor.
"Hello, Master Azeroth."
The Older man slowly bowed, his face aimed at the ground. He looked up and spoke, his face suddenly stern.
"You didn't realize I was coming. Your concentration isn't balanced. If I was a death eater you would have been dead right now!" Victor Quivered.
"I'm sorry master," Victor spoke softly
"An apology won't change that you made a critical mistake! The enemy would have you killed at this moment! Don't apologize. Correct the error."
"Yes Master, I will not make that mistake again." Victor didn't look directly into Master Azeroths' eyes, instead looking strait out but at nothing in particular.
Azeroth face softened. "So how is the boy doing."
"Miserable Sir. I can sense his pain. He's not dealing with the situation well. Those muggles he lives with are not helping the position he's in. They're terrible guardians sir." Said Victor
"I've heard of the mistreatment. I thought they were just rumors." Azeroth pondered for a moment. "Very well. You shall oversee his training like we discussed." Victor looked Hesitant for a moment. He Tentatively spoke.
"Master, I wanted to ask you," He paused for a moment. "Why Me? There are far better trainers in the counsel who are far better suited to train the boy."
Azeroth looked at his former pupil for a minute. "Because, Victor, you know his pain. You too have had to deal with tragedy. His pain is just as much as yours once was." Azeroth placed his hand Victors shoulder. "Let your strength become his."
A small tear came from Victors right-eye. He now realized why he was to train the young wizard. Only he had dealt with the same torture the boy is going through, and Victor manage to thrive. Victor straitened his posture.
"Yes sir. I shall train him. I shall train Harry Potter"
Harry got up from his bath. He had dozed off in the bathtub, only to wake up when the feeling of water entering his nostril woke him out of his sleep.
He got dressed with a change of clothes and went back into his room. Uncle Vernon securely looked his bedroom door. He lay down in his bed trying to reclaim his sleep.
Unfortunately it was not to happen. After an hour of laying still Harry finally got up realizing he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. Scenes of the dead bodies of Sirius, Cedric, Ron, and Hermione had kept him from getting any sort of rest. He checked his watch. It was 11:59. I might as well wait for my Birthday, he thought to himself. He slowly watched the seconds go by on his digital watch. A few seconds past and it 12:00 with a short "ding".
"Happy Birthday, Harry." he said out loud.
He stared through his window at the vast openness off the sky above. He sat thinking about his life so far. He was now sixteen years old. He had experienced great things in his life, becoming a wizard, going to Hogwarts, meeting Ron and Hermione. All these things had been incredible. However, his life has also been tortured by death. He had lost his parents when he was only a year old. He had been forced to live with relatives who would sooner kill him than love him, and he had just lost the closest thing he had to family last year, Sirius Black. His life has had its ups and downs, and more of the latter than anything. He had gone through hardships full-grown wizards would cower in front of. But Harry Potter kept on going. Harry looked at his owl, carefully taking her out of her cage. He caressed her feathers. He tentatively spoke to his faithful bird.
"What keeps me going, Hedwig? Why shouldn't I just give up?"
Hedwig looked deep into his masters eyes, and then tenderly nipped his finger.
Harry put his owl back onto his perch. He then went back to staring out into the window. He saw a small flicker in one of the stars. At first he assumed that he was getting a little tired, but it happened again a few seconds later. Slowly a shape of an animal came into focus. It was a owl. The bird was jet black, not appearing to be a Harry was familiar with. Harry was confused. He was told that no mail was to be sent directly to Harry. Instead it would be all sent to Ms. Figg and Harry would take it from her. The owl didn't have the seal of the British Owl Service on it's wing and didn't appear to be one from Hogwarts either. There was a black envelope tied to the leg of the owl. As the bird put his leg out for him to take off, Harry was immediately suspicious. It couldn't be one from Voldemort could it? He thought. But then realized the charms outside his home would protect him from anybody with any ill-will. He steadily took the envelope, watching as the black owl flew away. With his fingernails he pulled off the covering to find a greeting card with the words "Happy Birthday Harry" written in black lettering. He opened the card to see a small Insignia he hadn't seen before. It looked like a three-headed dragon body, but the heads lion, a snake, and a hawk In the background was a star with pictures of fire, water, wind, and earth. Harry then he read the the sentence written on the bottom of the card.
Your story begins here...
And with that. Harry Potter vanished.