'𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈' [A Harry Potter Fan-fiction] Drarry

Chapter Four - Ripped Memories

"I just want a day where I don't feel as if I'm falling apart."

"Papa?" A young boy called out, tip toeing around the mansion he and his family occupied.

The boy looked no older than two years of age and was in no condition to be alone at this hour. Darkness was the only thing that filled the house. None of he lights were currently on and it seemed as if no one could hear him.

He didn't remember how he came to be outside. All he remembered was that he was forbidden to enter his room until his parents said it was safe. That was the last order from his parents. He would be a good boy! His parents would be proud of him!

A creek was heard from behind him as he immediately spun around. Looking around, the frightened boy could only cling on to the pendant he currently wore.

"Daddy?" He mumbled, trying to spot a familiar face.

A hand suddenly gripped at his shoulder. Flinching, he turned around.

"Goodnight, monster."

Harry jolted up suddenly as he quickly began to get a feeling of his actual environment. Taking deep breaths, he turned to look his his alarm clock.

6:17

Early, huh? He had no idea what to do in his free time since the boy had already studied his heart out, done all the chores he was expected to do with extra additions. And he even cleaned the whole dormitories. Though, he couldn't be loud doing anything since everyone was still asleep. That limited what he could do.

Going through his dresser quietly, he found his robes and slipped it on. Tying his tie around his neck and knotting it together, he was fully prepared for the day.

Walking down the stairs, Harry began to look at every single detail of the school. It was massive. A person could be in here for decades and still not know where everything is. But he made it his goal to get to know as much as he could. If there was any kind of emergency, he would be able to escape easily. Or maybe find a hiding spot.