The Lost Rose

Hey everyone!! Heres Chapter Three, like I promised
Disclaimer:Its not mine, only the plotline is.
Thankies!

Chapter Three: A letter, a Destroyed Belief.

Harry groaned as he resurfaced from the blackness of his mind.
He stared at the wall, confused before his memories came crashing in...like the waves of the ocean on
golden sands.
He moaned and clutched at his stomach. "That bastard!" He managed to gasp out.
Rolling out of his bed he landed on the floor with a thump and immediantly sat up and tried to listen
for his Uncle's thundering footsteps.
Hearing silence he looked at the clock. The numbers 11:42 glared back at him with an eerie red light.
He let out a relieved sigh, his uncle usually left before 10am.
He reached under his loose floorboard and pulled out what was left of his school supplies. His Uncle
had burned most of his things when he got back from school, but he had managed to save his photo album
and a small packet of floo powder that Ron had given him. He smiled as he remembered Rons smile.
Suddently there was a tap on hs barred window. looking up, he was suprised to see a large black screech
owl staring back at him.
Crawling coser to the windows he PUSHED with his magick and the bars disapeared.
Harry slid open the window and gently manuvered the owl inside.
"Hey, there." Harry's voice was raspy from screaming. The owl blinked at him with enchanting obsidion eyes and a majestic expression.
Harry felt the sudden urge to reach over, grab a peice of parchment and write down everything that had happend to him this summer.
Grabbing a brken quill, he growled to himself. "Damn, I cant find a thing to write with!"
Dropping the broken quill he spotted a half-empty ink pot, and had an idea.
Wincing,he grabbed it and swiped his finger inside of it.
Using his finger he wrote down his sumer torture in thick, big letters.
After he finished his letter he felt exhausted, yet glad that he had taken all of that off of his chest.
Smiling, he slipped into the dark abiss that was rapidly becoming his best friend, his protection against the pain.

Unknown to Harry, the owl swooped down and grabbed the parchment before flying out the window. The slight breeze ruffling the curtains.

A.N: Did you thik I would leave it there?? I's kidding!! **Dodges a shoe** Here's the next part!

*-*HOGWARTS DUNGEONS*-*
Severous Snape sighed as the experimental potion he was working on turned a pale blue color...the sign of failure.
"Shite."
He looked up as his pet owl swooped through the window, he had a tattered peice of parchment in his claws.
"What do you have there, Shoul?"
The owl swooped around the room and landed on his shoulders.
Snape reached up and took the parchment, unrollng it he began to read.
As he read he felt as if HE was the boy, HE was geting beaten and raped everyday.
Then he read about the owl, her name was Hedwig.
Snape froze. The only boy that he knew of that had an owl name hedwig was Harry Potter...
This couldent be him, could it?
No. No, Potter was a spoiled brat who had recieved the red carpet al of his life...right?

Snape shook his head and quickly poured out the potion.
Tomorrow was the first day of school, he could wait...right?

I changed this chapter, SORRY!