Tough Luck, No Luck [Drarry]

Chapter 1 - Quiet [Harry]

The Dursley's house was quiet for a Thursday evening. If you listen close enough, you can only hear the dripping water of their lose tap in the bathroom. Harry couldn't hear Vernon.

By now, he'd be yelling with his hands on his big round belly, ordering Harry to prepared a scrumptious dinner. Was the food made by Harry delicious? Absolutely! But Vernon would always argue and denies it's flavorful juiciness and richness of the food. Vernon would make Harry cook another meal for him since this dish was 'disgusting'. But Harry knew that deep down, Vernon enjoyed the food he made, and the reason for another dish was so that he could eat another plate of Harry's cooking.

Harry was very uneasy about the quiet house. The Dursley's couldn't be out, he never heard the door close. "Aunt Petunia?" Harry called out as he peeked downstairs to examine the kitchen. No reply; empty.

Harry was scared now. The house was never this quiet. He rushed to his room and picked up his wand before returning again. The house was creepily eerie. He stepped down the staircase and looked around. 'Where is everyone?' The kitchen that used to be lively, filled with laughter of the Dursleys, even Harry's. Vernon was lowly getting less irritated of Harry, and Harry liked that. He always wanted to be accepted by his only family he's left.

He smiled to himself as he remembers the time when Vernon got him a present for the first time.

"Harry," Vernon's eyes showed the sternness he had always done when he saw Harry. But knowing him long enough, he saw the softness in them. It was Christmas, Petunia had gone out with a neighbor to find a cake, which she had forgotten to get, to celebrate with the family. Dudley on the other hand went over to his muggle friend's place for a sleepover.

The house was now only occupied by Harry and Vernon. Harry never really disliked Vernon, he just wanted to be accepted. He stared longingly at Vernon.

"..." Harry didn't know what to say. Vernon hadn't really talked to him calmly before, Harry was quite taken aback by Vernon. Noticing Harry's discomfort, Vernon made an intentional cough and was... Blushing? What-

Vernon's hand extended. What was sitting in him palm now was a cleanly wrapped present. "Un-" "Take it... Hm, merry Christmas to you as well." Vernon turned and walked away. 'Wh-what???'

Harry was internally screaming. 'What just happened? Did-did-' Harry stared at the present. What was in there? He started to assume it was something that could help around the house, but it was too small to be able to do anything. He slowly and cautiously tore off the tape and unwrapped the small box that was revealed soon after.

Harry took of the lid. A bracelet. It looked handmade as the design was not consistent and pretty clumsy. It matched his usual outfits and Harry didn't mind it.

Harry reached for the bracelet he wore everyday soon after that event. "Thank you... " He whispered to no one in fact.

Then he started shivering. The atmosphere's temperature had dropped drastically all of a sudden. A thud was made. Up... Stairs...? Oh Merlin! Harry only check the first level but never stopped to look at the second level, let alone that he himself was on that floor. Harry sprinted to the end of the hall way.

A bald man??? His skin was of an abnormal colour under the light. The man turned around to face Harry. 'How did he get in?' "Potter." Harry froze. He recognised the voice. The features of this man.

It was Voldemort.