THE BOY WHO AWOKE
From the original:
“I’m putting the Elder Wand,” he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, “back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won’t it? The previous master will never have beenndefeated. That’ll be the end of it.”
Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.
“Are you sure?” said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice as he looked at the Elder Wand.
“I think Harry’s right,” said Hermione quietly. “That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth,” said Harry. “And quite honestly,” he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, “I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”
(I DONT OWN THIS)
All around harry heard laughs and applause. Soon they all stated chanting his name, “HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!” As the chanting continued he started seeing the walls of the castle fade. The faces of everyone started disappearing and he felt he was coming to consciousness.
“HARRY!” Yelled his Aunt Petunia, “HARRY! Wake up” she continued as she pounded on the door loudly. “You’re gonna be late for school” She walked away muttering something under her breath.
A dream. Harry thought. It was all but a bloody dream. He straightened himself up looking for his clothes and bag to get ready for school. Reaching up for the light switch in the
cupboard he saw the book he had fallen asleep on. DUMBLEDORE’S BOOK OF MAGIC. Impress all your friends and family with easy to learn tricks. For aspiring wizards of all ages.
Harry scoffed as he threw the book aside. Family and friends were very foreign words to him. He had not known what it was like to have a family given the fact that he was an orphan.
His parents had died in a car crash but he had miraculously survived with just a scar on his head. and being raised by his aunt and uncle was not easy task either. For since he can remember they had always despised him. Harry often wished he had died in that crash too. He had lived with 18 years of disappointment, isolation, and torture.“BOY!!” Screamed his Uncle Vernon
“Are you not up yet?! Hurry up and eat yer breakfast. And don’t think i’ll be driving you to school if you miss yer bus!!?”
That is usually the closest thing to a good morning Harry would get. He was used to it by now, so it made no difference.
It was Harrys birthday today but again felt like any other day. Disappointing and depressing. He often wondered what the big deal of birthdays were. Why celebrate the day you were born if no one ever noticed you. Harry, at times, thought it would be better to celebrate the day of death. At least in death all is at peace.
Harry stepped out of his cupboard and walked toward the kitchen table. There was his Uncle Vernon eating away at a plate of eggs and bacon with pancakes on the side. As he sat down his aunt Petunia put a bowl of cereal in front of him. It wasn’t even the good kind, that was saved for Dudley. Harry got the simple bland kind, usually cheaper and brand-less. She did not even give him a glance as she did this.
As Harry looked at his bowl of cereal he felt knots in his stomach. His appetite was a bit
fickle this morning.
“Are you gonna stare at that bowl all day?” asked his Aunt Petunia. “It’s not wonder how weak you are. Just look at Dudley. Real healthy boy he is”
As she finished her remark Harry looked around and saw that Dudley was not at the table this morning. He is usual the first one tackling the bacon next to his uncle.
“Where’s Dudley?” Asked Harry trying not to lose his appetite before having a chance to eat.
“What business is that of yours boy?” Replied Uncle Vernon harshly with syrup dripping down his chin.
Harry didn’t reply. Instead he just looked at his milk-less bowl of cereal. He had now lost his hunger.
“If you must know” started uncle Vernon “Dudley drove himself to school this morning.”
“Drove?” Asked Harry confused.
“Yes” replied his uncle reaching for his coffee. “It is his last year at school. Dudley has earned it”
Earned it? Harry thought to himself.
The only thing Dudley has ever earned would be a good beating. As far as Harry could remember Dudley has never been grateful for anything. The only reason Dudley has never known good discipline was because Harry had to be the one to take the heat. He knew that most times their fury was from something Dudley had or hadn’t done. But being their only blood child Harry knew he would only know the treatment of a king.
Often Harry questioned family and love. Was he not family to the Dursleys? What had he done so much to offend them? He often imagined his dad having left him a bank account with
gold. He would pay off anything his uncle had spent on him and have enough money to move away.
As Harry left for the door he heard his aunt mutter, “such a wasteful boy” picking up his
bowl of cereal. He pretended not to hear it as he walked towards the bus stop. He walked towards where the bus picked him up just as bus number 9 and 3/4 showed up.
Harry stepped in dropping his bus tokens in the slot as he took a seat and started his journey to the school. As he looked at the window he remembered his dream and wondered it be like to ride a train. Even more was Harry’s curiosity of what it be like for the school to know his name.
Often he was if a classmate even looked his way.
“The boy who lived” said harry to himself right as a familiar face stepped onto the bus.
It was Nick, the man that walked in selling candy. He was a messy haired man. He almost looked like a conquistador with his styled mustache and beard. Nick always looked like he crawled out of an air vent given he always seemed to be covered in dust. If anything he almost resembled a ghost. Just walking so smooth as if he floats and looking so pale and white. Nick always claimed to be an ex MI6 agent after having joined the military, but most just thought he had a loose screw and sold candy for a living.
It was usual the thing that would brighten Harry’s morning, but it was proving itself ineffective today.
“Aright mates” said Nick “I got chocolate, jelly beans, lollipops, take your pick. Just a
pound a piece”.
“Over here Nick” said Harry reaching in his pocket for coins.
“Hello Harry, What will it be for you today” said Nick showing him the box of sweets. “I
got chocolate toads, jelly boogers, frost bites, jaw-breakers, and much more.”
“I’ll take some really beans if you have any” said harry giving him the money “and an exploding bon bon”
“A what” said Nick with a puzzled expression.
“I mean a bon bon sorry” replied Harry “I have not really been myself this morning.”
“What has got a hold of you boy?” Asked Nick taking a seat right next to Harry, as he handed him his treats.
“A dementor” replied Harry realizing what he just said.
“Come again” replied Nick confused.
“Nothing” said Harry, “its just do you ever feel like you walk around wearing a cloak that
makes you invisible? It is like you are present but people do not notice you. You are there but at the same time not. You hear what everyone says, you walk through them you notice things such as secrets or private conversations; and yet you go unseen”
Nick looked at Harry not knowing what to say. But Harry continued, “Do you sometimes feel like disappearing completely? Like hoping on a magical flying car and riding off to a
different world? Or perhaps just falling a sleep and never waking up?”
Harry stared at Nick who looked lost in thought. He was silent as if trying to find the
right words. Harry did not really expect much, if anything he regret having troubled Nick with his troubles. He did not think Nick would be the appropriate person to give advice, but then he turned to Harry and said, “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. Sometimes life is sour like cream, but we gotta remember life is sweet. And you know what else is sweet?”
“What?” asked Harry sounding intrigued.
“Chocolate!” Replied Nick tossing a chocolate toad onto Harrys lap. “No charge for you boy. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He said as he walked off the bus.
“Bye Headless Nick” said Harry.
Nick gave him another puzzled looked as he stepped off the bus, but he shook it off and waved at Harry.
Harry pondered to himself the words of Nick. He stared at his chocolate toad and almost imagined it hoping out the bus window. He smiled at the thought right before he started eating it. The sweetness of the chocolate made up for the lack of a birthday cake, and the fact that it was free was almost like a birthday present; so it was going to be a great birthday after all.
Harry got off the bus and started the walk towards the school. Given it was just a block
from the bus stop had time finish his bon bon. As he got close to his he saw the bulletin board which read HOME OF THE GRYFFINDORS. That was the mascot of his school, which
happened be a private school. It was actually a really lovely school. It was made up of a brick foundation, and had a romanesque style to it. The school was surrounded by trees and a lot of grass, and it had hedges that surrounded the school as opposed to walls. It was as if it is meant to keep the public out of view and the inside of the school a mystery to the outside.
The whole school was about 300 acres, and that was not including the rugby field. That
field was built like a stadium. It had a seating capacity of about 100,000 people, and a reserved section as well.
Most students here had wealthy parents. A few were here on a scholarship and others had
legacy at the school, or knew someone who worked with the district. The only reason got
enrolled was because his father had made payments to the school when he small so he could get educated there. It was the only reason he stayed, to make his parents hard work pay off. Other than that Harry would have done anything to have transferred to a different school and start fresh again.
Harry tried to remove that thought from his head. He did not want to ruin what could be the start of a good day, and maybe even birthday. As he walked up the steps he saw the trash bin outside the entrance. Harry took the the empty candy wrappers and crumbled them into a ball. He aimed for the bin and threw the trash with more force than expected.
He saw the trash ball miss the bin and hit the back of another students head. He gasped in horror as the person picked up the ball of trash, turned around, and to stared at him. At that moment Harrys moth dropped as he saw who it was. Draco.
Harry tried make his way into the school but Draco and his group surrounded him, blocking his in the school and out.
Draco was one of the more rich and spoiled students in the school. His father is close friends with the headmaster and donated funds so the school could great sports equipment. He knew he was the headmasters favorite student, and usually got a slap in the wrist at most for his actions.
Draco was the perfect cliche of a rebel. He wore a leather jacket, had slick blond hair, he was fit and had a biker group that called themselves the slytherins. Draco was quite a charmer at school. He was also very well liked by most staff and students. Well most except Harry that is. The worst part was how everyone thought he was a riot due to how high his status was.
And it seemed like what was going to be a sweet start to the school day was going to be short lived as Draco stared at him with disgust in his eyes.
He held out the piece of trash towards Harry not taking his eyes of him and said, “Potter” throwing the ball of trash at Harry’s feet. “What’s your problem? Are you blind or simply stupid?”
Harry just stared at him faintly said, “Sorry it was an accident” pushing his way by Draco. But he grabbed him by the arm and threw him back in the center.
“Oh you’re just going to disrespect me like that?” He said, “first you insult me by throwing stuff at me and now you were gonna walk by without saying excuse me. Did your parents not teach you any manners Potter?” Said Draco as he smiled adding, “oh thats right. Potter here is an orphan.”
Harry’s felt his blood start boil at the sound of this. He wanted to beat that smile off Draco and put him in his place for once in his life. Draco clearly could see the anger in Harry’s eyes. And continued to taunt him.
“Whats the matter Potter? Are you mad?” Continued Draco as Harry’s face turned red with fury. “Harry Potter can’t even speak when spoken to? Did your mommy not tell you it was rude Potter? Oh wait sorry she couldn’t because that car crash must have split her in half.”
There was a round of laughter coming from the slytherins. Harry was blinded by anger at
this point. He didn’t even thing about the next move. Before tears could form in his eyes he balled up his fist and swung at Draco with all his might. But Draco was fast and blocked his round house punch. He then tucked Harry’s fist under his arm and jabbed him in the stomach and then upper cut him and finished Harry with a blow to his left cheek.
A wave of pain shot through Harry’s head as he fell to the floor. More pain shot through
his elbow and back as he stared up at Draco and his group. Harry stared at him feeling foolish to act without thinking. He remembered Draco’s dad paid private sparing lessons for him in order to be head of the school’s boxing team.
Draco stared back and then looked up at the group as he told them, “Hey boys do you all know what day it is today?”
The group looked at one another and they nodded their heads. As they stared at Harry and then back at Draco hoping to get the answer.
“Today is the day that Potter’s parents cried of disappointment and shame”
The group looked at each other confused, not really understanding his insult.“today is Harry’s birthday you idiots” Draco said looking at the group who had understood the joke a few seconds too late. He looked back at Harry and said, “tell me Potter. What did you get for your birthday?
Has anyone sang happy you the birthday song?” He continued staring back at Harry with his smile spreading wider.
“Don’t be sad that no one cares about you Potter, we remembered it. And guess what?”
Smiled Draco as Harry knew what was about to happen, “the boys and I have a little gift for you. Now how many is it this year? 18 right?”
As Harry heard this he closed his eyes and prepared for the beating that was to come as Draco yelled, “BIRTHDAY PUNCHIES.”
There were fist pounding Harry all over his body. He did all he could do which was cover his face and get in a fetal position as Draco and the Slytherins yelled, “Happy birthday Potter!”
And then started counting, “One! Two! Three! Four……”
As they counted he saw a pair of feet running towards them and then he Heard a loud voice yell, “All right guys thats enough. Get to yer classes”
Draco and his group dispersed into the door. Laughing as they disappeared into the school.
Harry stood upend fixed his glasses. He was bruised and a bit disoriented. It took him a
while to see who had come to his safety. It was Hagrid the groundskeeper.
Hagrid was a big man. He had long hair and equally long beard. He almost resembled a bear in a way. Always grunting and hair practically everywhere.
Hagrid walked towards him and crossed him arms.
“Thank you” said Harry rubbing his bruised arms.
“I don’t know why you got and provoke that guy.” Said Hagrid nastily. “You gone get him in trouble for nothing. Now get on to yer class boy”. As he said that he turned and walked off.
Harry walked into school and remembered how even the lowest of the staff looked after Draco. They all try to get on his good side which means the headmaster gets to hear good things about them. And that means they don’t lose their jobs any time soon and if they are lucky they get a bonus in their checks.
As Harry walked into the school he saw his friend Ron talking to some people by the lockers.
Ron and Harry had been friends since they first started school. He came from wealthy and big family. He had ginger hair light skin and freckles. Ron and Harry used to be really close, but then Ron had become star of the school rugby team and become more busy over the years. They did not have the same classes anymore and usually Harry felt as if he were less than Ron since He was more popular than Harry and the whole school new him.
Harry often envied all the attention Ron got. What he would do to get just a smile or a simple hello from people. He even wished people remembered his birthday like they did Ron’s. Everyone knows Ron but no one knows Harry.
As Harry got close to Ron he saw that his younger sister Ginny was there. Ginny was a year younger than them but always looked up to Ron. He was her role model and she was such sweet and shy girl. The only thing he hated was how fond she was of Draco.
If Harry had the money and influence Draco had, with half his confidence he would be the one Ginny had a crush on. HE would be the one most people would like up to.
“Hey Harry”, said Ron as he took one look at him, “what happened to you?”
“Oh nothing. I just decided to practice a bit of rugby with some of my neighbors before school” Harry lied trying to sound impressive.
“Well they definitely had you out numbered” Ron Replied as he turned his eyes away from Harry and waved at the person walking towards them.
It was Hermione walking towards them. Hermione was the school over achiever. She had wavy ginger hair, light skin, and light pink lips. She was the school overachiever. She started an honors club at the school called the Ravenclaw group. But she did not get a chance join it since her school schedule was booked and she had other extra curricular activities to worry about.
Harry had always liked Hermione since they met their first year. He always tried to become smarter in order to impress her, but found it hard to be academically strong while being depressed.
“Hey Hermione” said Harry feeling subconscious of how he looked next to Ron. HE quickly straightened his shirt and ruffled his hair.
“Hello Harry”, she said to him then turning to Ron and smiling. “Hey Ron.” They reached out and hugged each other.
“How are you Hermione? Did you review for the chemistry exam today?” Replied Ron.
As Harry heard this he realized he had completely forgotten that the exam was today. He had been having trouble in the lab part of chemistry. He had tried asking Hermione for help but she said she was busy with work and reviewing that she had no time to be social, and instead told him to go to the professor after class or go into the tutoring office as an alternative.
“Is that even a question?” She replied smiling at Ron. “How about you Harry? Are you ready?”
“Always ready” said Harry trying to sound confident and smooth.
“Thats the spirit Harry” said Hermione putting her arm on his shoulder, which excited Harry given he hardly had contact with her.
“Speaking of spirit” exclaimed excitedly “Hows we go celebrate after school today”
“What are you talking about?” Said Ginny, suddenly speaking from her obsolete silence.
“Yeah Ron what are we celebrating” asked Harry, but knowing that it would be his birthday that would be mentioned.
Ron stared at them for a moment and slowly smiled as if letting out a big reveal, “we are celebrating the fact that I won us the final game of the season. Thanks to that our school one the rugby cup.”
Harry’s excitement quickly drained from his stomach and was replaced with disappointment and a hint of sadness. For a second he thought his friend Ron would remember about his birthday. Harry tried hiding his disappointment behind a fake smile and tried to be happy for his friend Ron about the good news.
He could not help but feel it was unfair that the only person that remembered his birthday was his tormentor Draco. And the only reason Draco ever remembered was because it gave him a reason to pick on Harry and hurt him. It’s not like he did not do that every other day, it was just he needed a reason to get more personal.
Harry’s pondering was interrupted as Ron reached out to him and said, “Ill give you the details after our history class alight Harry?”
“Yes” confirmed Harry.
“You aren’t going to have the Hufflepuffs follow you around are you?” asked Hermione.
The Hufflepuffs were the school cheer team. They usually went around randomly cheering the rugby players in the hallways, at lunch, and even outside of campus. Ron just laughed as the bell rang and they each went to their class.
The rest of the day dragged on. Each class seemed to be longer than it should and Harry found himself struggling to concentrate. He would find himself thinking if life was truly fair and if there was actually any magic out there in the world.
Other times he found himself remembering his dream and how magical it all was. How great it all felt being able to snatch a dragons egg by flying on a broom. He wished he was in
potions class instead of chemistry, or learning how to defend himself against dark creatures.
Then he thought of the possibility of just sleeping forever. If he could go back his dream
Harry could have more adventures and just live a whole new life. One where he had a vault full of gold which he could spend on sweets and better brooms. He learned in lab about different stimulant and how they affect the senses of the mind and body. There were uppers which gave people loads of energy and downers which calmed them or almost tranquilized the mind.
Harry toyed with the idea but disregarded it since he had other things to focus on like the exam they were about to take. Harry tried his best on it but was sure he had not done as well. He would have to talk to the instructor and see if there was any opportunity of saving his grade or having extra credit.
Soon after the exam was done Harry headed to history class. He just had to get through history and the day would be over. Despite the fact that the start of his day went bad, Harry knew that spending the night with his friends would cheer him up and be a great way to end the day.
It was difficult focusing in class with Draco throwing little paper balls at him when the instructors back was turned. At times it just seemed as if the instructor coincidently did not notice. At some point Harry turned and told Draco to stop, but was scolded by the professor for talking in class.
He sat back and apologized. Harry could feel Draco’s cruel smile behind him as he remembered what it was like to not have any connections or perks. But then again his whole life has felt like that.
As the class ended Harry stood and looked for Ron. He saw him heading out the door and
motioning for Harry to follow him. They walked outside through the halls and into the bathroom.
“So Harry I wanted to talk to you about the celebration I mentioned” said Ron staring at
Harry in the eyes.
“Yeah” said Harry excitedly, “Yeah you told me you would give me the details after class” smiling at Ron eager to hear the answer.
However Rons expression changed and continued staring at him, “Listen Harry about that. You know you and I are good friends and I’d never do anything to hurt you right?”
Harry nodded trying to understand where his friend Ron was going with this.
“Listen I was kinda just trying to invite Hermione. I only said I would give you the details because you were there and I did not want her thinking I did not want you there.”
“But it sounds like you don’t want me there” said Harry in disbelief.
“Nothing personal Harry. It is not that I do not want you there, It is that I want this to be like a date between Hermione and I”
“You like Hermione?” Asked Harry.
“Well yeah”, replied Ron, “And it seems like she likes me back as well. She has been tutoring me most of the semester and we really get along quite nicely.”
Harry dropped his gaze from Ron realizing Hermione had never been too busy for a social life. She had just been lying to him about not having time to help. More like she did not have time to help him in particular.
Ron continued, “And today is the day I’ll ask her to be my girlfriend. I have no doubt she will say yes, but I just want it to be special and in person.”
Harry stood there silent not knowing what to say as Ron turn away from him walking towards to bathroom door.
Just as Ron reached the door handle he turn towards harry and said, “Oh one more thing Harry…you mind not telling Hermione about this? Actually if she asks you anything about
coming tell her you got sick or busy or something. Thanks.”
Ron walked out and left Harry there. He was now filled with anger and sadness. But he was also disappointed. Harry wished then and there he could evaporate in the air, or drown deepin a lake for it would not feel any different than what he is feeling now.
As Harry made his way home he tried not to reflect on the day, but it was futile. He thought about the number of people that said happy birthday to him. But he remembered that the only person that remembered was Draco and the Slytherins.
It was sad that his own two so called friends could not have remembered. It was not fair that the people he cared about could not even have given him a hug, and the only one that
remembered was his enemy, who could care less if he died.
At this point Harry couldn’t care less if he died as well. It would not make a difference. It would be better. Getting the dementors kiss, being mauled by a werewolf, getting eaten by a giant spider, or swallowed hole by a basilisk snake.
Harry made his way inside his home. He did not see anyone there. His aunt and uncle may have been out working and Duddly was probably still enjoying that car of his. He had the
house to himself. It was so silent and calm. strangely it still seemed to give the same vibe. Harry could feel as if even the house was ignoring him
Harry walked into the bathroom and found a couple of bottles of sleeping pills his aunt took to sleep soundly despite Uncle Vernons loud snore. He then went then to his Uncles bar and searched around a bit until he found what he was looking for. VOLDEMORT’S DEATHLY HALLOW ABSINTHE.
Harry scoffed at the name as he walked back to his cupboard. He laid back and tossed his magic book aside, as he stared at the pills in his left hand and the liquor in his right.
“I wonder what Professor Snape would say to me before drinking this?” He asked himself as he remembered his famous quote: Potter you fool.
Harry tilted the pill bottle down his mouth. Soon he would be back the Hogwarts Castle.
With enough pills in his mouth, harry open the bottle and started drinking down the substance.
As he finished the bottle he sat and waited for the potions to take effect. Soon Harry would fool at peace and be surrounded by people that cared. For the true deathly speed was the one created by man: depression.
Harry closed his eyes feeling his body drift away and everything around him drift. He
smiled as he looked out his cupboard through an open window at a tree and smiled.
It was the last thing Harry saw before being consumed by eternal darkness.
In the branch of a tree on 4 Privet Drive a white owl sat there staring through the window
at the boy who had lived. Knowing it would be his last view Hedwig stared into his sad lonely eyes before flying back home.