The Sun Goes Down
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,291
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Sun Goes Down
THE SUN GOES DOWN
CHAPTER ONE
BETA: I DON’T REMEMBER HER NAME (SORRY)
EMAIL: black_moore@hotmail.com
SITE: www.livejournal. com/draycious. CHECK IT OUT! STORY INFO, NEWS etc
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything of the HP world. It belongs to JK Rowling, I get no money for this.
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A lonely teenager sat on the black backbench. He was smoking while he was looking utterly relaxed. He did not seem to mind the darkness, or as dark as a late July night could get. Once in a while he let the ashes from his cigarette fall on the grassy ground. After a while he had smoked the whole cigarette.
That’s when he stood up and began to walk away. The park was located in Surrey/England. It was not very far away from Privet Drive where he lived with his relatives over the summers.
The moon was bright tonight but it was not full. The stars were twinkling up in the dark sky. It was a cool breeze sweeping around in air once in a while.
The teen’s black half long curly hair kept falling into his eyes, which he removed behind his ear each time with an impatient gesture. The teenager walked over to the other side of the park. He sat down on a lonely swing.
“There you are!”
The teen on the swing looked up but no surprise showed on his face. His tone revealed it however.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” he said softly.
“I am always true to my word Har!” the other teenager, or rather; young man said and sat down in the swing next to Har. Two think people could fit without too much trouble.
Har, yeah. It is short for Harry. Harry Potter, currently 15 years old but he will soon turn sixteen.
“Don’t tell me that! You are the most irresponsible person I have ever met!” Har cried, through there was a slight tease in it.
“That’s not true! Besides, did you ever consider your cousin?” the man argued and still managed to look sulking at the same time. How he did that was a wonder.
“Grow up Diablo!” said Har laughing. He always had a good time with Diablo. A Spanish man, an Adonis and wonderful friend. All in one package, it was almost too good to be true.
Diablo Sanzes smiled. They sat in silence for a while. Har looked up as he thought of something being said earlier.
“Did you really think I would count Dudley? I don’t even consider him as human!” he said slowly in a fake serious voice.
Diablo laughed a rich laugh.
“Shut up Har! You are driving me crazy! I am not here to argue with you all day long.”
“Night,” Harry murmured and Diablo glared. ” And it is true isn’t it? He is more like a pig!” he continued undisturbed.
“Or an elephant. Honestly!” said Diablo and rolled his eyes.
The wind caught both young men’s black hair. Diablo poked him in the ribs.
“You are way to thin Har!” he complained.
“ I Am not!” Har said and pouted like a small child. He knew it was true but he would still argue his cause.
“Yes you are! Didn’t the gang give you food?”
Harry glared at him.
“Yes they did. What did you think, huh? They’ve been trying to stuff me to death! I think my stomach is going to explode if this continues.”
“Seriously now. The muggles are jerks. They should be locked in for child abuse! What if you didn’t have me or the other guys? You’d starve to death!”
Har was looking defeated until his eyes went cold.
“Let’s change it then, shall we?” he said and with those words a fire lit in his eyes. Diablo looked at him uncertainly. He didn’t know what was on Harry’s mind. Harry stood up and walked away. He scrolled inside the house number four on Privet Drive. Diablo was left in the park.
“Boy? Is that you?” Vernon yelled from the livingroom.
“Ya!” he yelled back.
“Don’t you dare use that tone with me boy!” Vernon’s angry voice warned.
Harry shrugged even if none could see that he did. He went upstairs and took a shower. He deserved that after a long day in the heat. He could hear Dudley snore from his room when he passed by. He could do pretty much what he liked those days, the Dursleys didn’t dare to forbid him to do certain things because they now knew that they were being watched by ‘his kind’. But they could still cut out his food. And they gladly did too.
He showered quickly and went downstairs.
“Vernon?” he asked when he entered the living room.
“...”
“Vernon!” he said, sharply this time.
He received a grunt.
“Well that was very vocabulary!” he said sarcastically and crossed his arms over his black dressed chest.
“What do you want?” Vernon asked sourly, unable to ignore him any longer.
“I don’t want anything. I am just going to inform you that I am leaving tomorrow. Not that you care. And please save your happy joy dance until I am gone, you’re making me feel so unwanted,” he said coldly and sarcastically when he saw Vernon and Petunia’s faces lit up and the words ‘I am leaving’.
He turned on his heals and marched out.
He had some work to do.
He kicked his trunk open up in his rooms and began to toss out all the cloths that he had ever gotten from the Dursleys. He would not be in need for them anymore. As it was he had decent cloths on him right now, and he would get even more as for tomorrow. He was still wearing shoes inside the house. That was mostly because he did not want to dirty his feet. Dudley and Vernon always kept their shoes on and dragged the dirty shit from the streets inside. And they wore shoes almost always because both were to fat to bend down and put them of and on more than once a day.
“Hmm, let’s see... Potion, potion, history, potion, transfiguration and potion again...” he murmured as he tossed the books onto the ugly pile of clothing in the corner of the room.
He had to keep his trunk light and spacey. And anyway, he wouldn’t be needing those things from tomorrow and there on. And he threw away all of his robes too. They were too small; he had grown a bit on the height. So when he had them on he wasn’t a pretty sight. He would just have to buy some new when he got the time.
With that reservation he went to sleep.
When he woke up the next morning he walked down to the kitchen, determined to get something to eat. A most ungraceful picture met him. Petunia was having her nose almost plastered to the newspaper. She read about gossip as usual, then there was Dudley. Dudley was roaming through the fridge in the hope of finding something very fat to eat, no doubt. Everyone had given up on Dudley’s diet. That’s good, let him stuff himself to death! Harry had said with glee when Petunia announced the news. He had had to run quite a lot that day to escape the Dursleys wrath for his opinion that he voiced. Harry shake his head at the memory and his eyes wandered over to Vernon. He did a disgusted grimace.
“Jesus Christ Vernon! The merely look on you makes me want to heave!” he said loudly and by that he effectively announced his presence.
Vernon was to shocked to shout at him.
“Excuse me, what was that?” Vernon managed to splutter out together with bacon and egg.
“You have got that... thing, on your face. I mean, can’t you even stuff all that food in the right place?” Harry asked and surveyed Vernon with criticism.
Vernon stood up and took a step towards him in a way that he probably thought was threatening. But Harry just smiled to him. He knew that it would annoy the fat man.
“Now you listen close here boy, and I mean it! I do NOT tolerate having you here in our home voicing your stupidity. If you shall stay here you shall be polite and show some respect!” Vernon growled.
“And what rules do you have to follow?” Harry murmured.
“WHA-” Vernon began but Harry silenced him with a look.
“Now there Vernon. There’s no need to get excited so early in the morning. After all, I will be leaving from here within an hour.”
“Eat breakfast and hurry out of here! The faster the better!” said Petunia.
Harry nodded and took a toast with butter and ham. He also took a glass of milk and stole Dudley’s cherry pie slice. After that he left the kitchen and went to his messy room and took his trunk. He opened Headwig’s cage and let her out.
“Now listen girl. I am going to a place, which is not for you. Go to Ron or Hermione. They will take care of you, I am sure of it,” he said. Headwig looked at him in disapproval but hooted and left never the less.
Harry exhaled.
“I shall be going then,” he said to no one in particular.
He lifted down his not- so- heavy trunk and began to walk down the stairs. The three Dursleys met him in the hall.
“Are you coming back next summer? I sure hope not, you ungrateful brat!” said Vernon.
“I don’t want to go here but I’ll have too. But relax, after next summer you won’t see me again unless I decide to come back and kill you,” he said evilly and left the house laughing at their scared faces.
CHAPTER ONE
BETA: I DON’T REMEMBER HER NAME (SORRY)
EMAIL: black_moore@hotmail.com
SITE: www.livejournal. com/draycious. CHECK IT OUT! STORY INFO, NEWS etc
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything of the HP world. It belongs to JK Rowling, I get no money for this.
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A lonely teenager sat on the black backbench. He was smoking while he was looking utterly relaxed. He did not seem to mind the darkness, or as dark as a late July night could get. Once in a while he let the ashes from his cigarette fall on the grassy ground. After a while he had smoked the whole cigarette.
That’s when he stood up and began to walk away. The park was located in Surrey/England. It was not very far away from Privet Drive where he lived with his relatives over the summers.
The moon was bright tonight but it was not full. The stars were twinkling up in the dark sky. It was a cool breeze sweeping around in air once in a while.
The teen’s black half long curly hair kept falling into his eyes, which he removed behind his ear each time with an impatient gesture. The teenager walked over to the other side of the park. He sat down on a lonely swing.
“There you are!”
The teen on the swing looked up but no surprise showed on his face. His tone revealed it however.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” he said softly.
“I am always true to my word Har!” the other teenager, or rather; young man said and sat down in the swing next to Har. Two think people could fit without too much trouble.
Har, yeah. It is short for Harry. Harry Potter, currently 15 years old but he will soon turn sixteen.
“Don’t tell me that! You are the most irresponsible person I have ever met!” Har cried, through there was a slight tease in it.
“That’s not true! Besides, did you ever consider your cousin?” the man argued and still managed to look sulking at the same time. How he did that was a wonder.
“Grow up Diablo!” said Har laughing. He always had a good time with Diablo. A Spanish man, an Adonis and wonderful friend. All in one package, it was almost too good to be true.
Diablo Sanzes smiled. They sat in silence for a while. Har looked up as he thought of something being said earlier.
“Did you really think I would count Dudley? I don’t even consider him as human!” he said slowly in a fake serious voice.
Diablo laughed a rich laugh.
“Shut up Har! You are driving me crazy! I am not here to argue with you all day long.”
“Night,” Harry murmured and Diablo glared. ” And it is true isn’t it? He is more like a pig!” he continued undisturbed.
“Or an elephant. Honestly!” said Diablo and rolled his eyes.
The wind caught both young men’s black hair. Diablo poked him in the ribs.
“You are way to thin Har!” he complained.
“ I Am not!” Har said and pouted like a small child. He knew it was true but he would still argue his cause.
“Yes you are! Didn’t the gang give you food?”
Harry glared at him.
“Yes they did. What did you think, huh? They’ve been trying to stuff me to death! I think my stomach is going to explode if this continues.”
“Seriously now. The muggles are jerks. They should be locked in for child abuse! What if you didn’t have me or the other guys? You’d starve to death!”
Har was looking defeated until his eyes went cold.
“Let’s change it then, shall we?” he said and with those words a fire lit in his eyes. Diablo looked at him uncertainly. He didn’t know what was on Harry’s mind. Harry stood up and walked away. He scrolled inside the house number four on Privet Drive. Diablo was left in the park.
“Boy? Is that you?” Vernon yelled from the livingroom.
“Ya!” he yelled back.
“Don’t you dare use that tone with me boy!” Vernon’s angry voice warned.
Harry shrugged even if none could see that he did. He went upstairs and took a shower. He deserved that after a long day in the heat. He could hear Dudley snore from his room when he passed by. He could do pretty much what he liked those days, the Dursleys didn’t dare to forbid him to do certain things because they now knew that they were being watched by ‘his kind’. But they could still cut out his food. And they gladly did too.
He showered quickly and went downstairs.
“Vernon?” he asked when he entered the living room.
“...”
“Vernon!” he said, sharply this time.
He received a grunt.
“Well that was very vocabulary!” he said sarcastically and crossed his arms over his black dressed chest.
“What do you want?” Vernon asked sourly, unable to ignore him any longer.
“I don’t want anything. I am just going to inform you that I am leaving tomorrow. Not that you care. And please save your happy joy dance until I am gone, you’re making me feel so unwanted,” he said coldly and sarcastically when he saw Vernon and Petunia’s faces lit up and the words ‘I am leaving’.
He turned on his heals and marched out.
He had some work to do.
He kicked his trunk open up in his rooms and began to toss out all the cloths that he had ever gotten from the Dursleys. He would not be in need for them anymore. As it was he had decent cloths on him right now, and he would get even more as for tomorrow. He was still wearing shoes inside the house. That was mostly because he did not want to dirty his feet. Dudley and Vernon always kept their shoes on and dragged the dirty shit from the streets inside. And they wore shoes almost always because both were to fat to bend down and put them of and on more than once a day.
“Hmm, let’s see... Potion, potion, history, potion, transfiguration and potion again...” he murmured as he tossed the books onto the ugly pile of clothing in the corner of the room.
He had to keep his trunk light and spacey. And anyway, he wouldn’t be needing those things from tomorrow and there on. And he threw away all of his robes too. They were too small; he had grown a bit on the height. So when he had them on he wasn’t a pretty sight. He would just have to buy some new when he got the time.
With that reservation he went to sleep.
When he woke up the next morning he walked down to the kitchen, determined to get something to eat. A most ungraceful picture met him. Petunia was having her nose almost plastered to the newspaper. She read about gossip as usual, then there was Dudley. Dudley was roaming through the fridge in the hope of finding something very fat to eat, no doubt. Everyone had given up on Dudley’s diet. That’s good, let him stuff himself to death! Harry had said with glee when Petunia announced the news. He had had to run quite a lot that day to escape the Dursleys wrath for his opinion that he voiced. Harry shake his head at the memory and his eyes wandered over to Vernon. He did a disgusted grimace.
“Jesus Christ Vernon! The merely look on you makes me want to heave!” he said loudly and by that he effectively announced his presence.
Vernon was to shocked to shout at him.
“Excuse me, what was that?” Vernon managed to splutter out together with bacon and egg.
“You have got that... thing, on your face. I mean, can’t you even stuff all that food in the right place?” Harry asked and surveyed Vernon with criticism.
Vernon stood up and took a step towards him in a way that he probably thought was threatening. But Harry just smiled to him. He knew that it would annoy the fat man.
“Now you listen close here boy, and I mean it! I do NOT tolerate having you here in our home voicing your stupidity. If you shall stay here you shall be polite and show some respect!” Vernon growled.
“And what rules do you have to follow?” Harry murmured.
“WHA-” Vernon began but Harry silenced him with a look.
“Now there Vernon. There’s no need to get excited so early in the morning. After all, I will be leaving from here within an hour.”
“Eat breakfast and hurry out of here! The faster the better!” said Petunia.
Harry nodded and took a toast with butter and ham. He also took a glass of milk and stole Dudley’s cherry pie slice. After that he left the kitchen and went to his messy room and took his trunk. He opened Headwig’s cage and let her out.
“Now listen girl. I am going to a place, which is not for you. Go to Ron or Hermione. They will take care of you, I am sure of it,” he said. Headwig looked at him in disapproval but hooted and left never the less.
Harry exhaled.
“I shall be going then,” he said to no one in particular.
He lifted down his not- so- heavy trunk and began to walk down the stairs. The three Dursleys met him in the hall.
“Are you coming back next summer? I sure hope not, you ungrateful brat!” said Vernon.
“I don’t want to go here but I’ll have too. But relax, after next summer you won’t see me again unless I decide to come back and kill you,” he said evilly and left the house laughing at their scared faces.