Mortuo Videns (Drarry)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Harry Potter sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for Vernon to walk up those stairs and go to bed but it was no use. He knew that man would sit there in front of the telly for hours at a time, wasting away the night till "he felt tired enough" for bed. From inside his room, he could hear Dudley's loud snores and Aunt Petunia wheezing in her sleep. It was getting irritating.

He took another deep breath before he stood up from the bed, it was dark and cold from the Dursley's pumping the air conditioning on full blast. It didn't matter that Harry's clothes were large and thin from Dudley stretching them out to the point he thought they'd fall from his boney body. Harry made his way over to his closet to look for something to entertain him while he waited but there was nothing but Dudley's broken toys scattered across the shelves.

"Mum," Harry hissed underneath his breath. "I hate your sister."

He knew that she was dead but it helped him. It was one of the ways he could cope with the fact he was shoved into a small room for three months a year. He was only allowed out to do chores and have his basic needs met- Aunt Petunia made a point to remind him how grateful he should be that she even gave him the scaps.

It took him a minute to get back to the bed and lay back down. He didn't have the energy to do his homework from Hogwarts but he had to complete it, even if it meant the long waits for each one to go to bed. Really, it was a stupid idea to do it at another time because if he got caught, he knew the punishments.

The sound of Vernon's laugh echoed off the walls as Harry crawled underneath his already thin blank and closed his eyes. He didn't want to be here or at Hogwarts. He was getting sick of each year something more dangerous trying to kill him and Dumbledore sitting back and watching. This was going to be his Seventh year and at this point, he was waiting for a Death Eater to break down the door at any moment and kill him.

Maybe then he'll not have to fight to the death with the man that killed his parents. Everything even remotely close to having happiness died with Sirius. Everything finally just feels useless. All he really wanted was family and now the closest thing he had to that died. It was sickening how everyone around him acted like he had to get over it within seconds. Ron and Hermione, his closest friends, were topping the list. Every letter, they act like Harry's depressing emotions were unimportant but their minor problems- Ron asking what necklace would look best on Hermione, Hermione telling her adventures to France (again)- were. He loved Hermione and Ron, they were the first people he could call friends but they were driving him nuts.

All he wanted to do was run before anything really happens. It was a stupid idea with everyone depending on him but he doesn't want to fight in some stupid war he was pulled into. He never asked to be a wizard or to be pulled into that world. At this point, he didn't care if he'd be stuck with the Dursley's, as long as he didn't have to deal with this war.

"Petunia," Vernon grumbled as he turned off the telly. "Petunia?"

Vernon started up the stairs, his footsteps sounding more like an elephant walking through the streets. Harry took a deep breath, snapping his eyes shut and waiting for Vernon to pass by. It only took a couple of minutes till he walked by the door, mumbling about Petunia going to bed without him.

Harry shut my eyes one more time, letting himself fall into the darkness instead of getting up to do his homework.

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"Freak," Harry didn't have to turn around to see the note Aunt Petunia shoved into his face. Her long fingers were boney like the rest of her, nails painted a dark shade of scarlet, and one of her veins were popping out. "I want those all done by tonight or you'll get no supper."