1DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Schlastic Books and Raincoast Books, Waner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Please Note this is only my second attempt at a story. I am not English so if there is an American edge to it, well I am American - deal.
Rainy Day
It was a rainy day.
Rain. It was depressing for most, but it was my favorite type of day. Well. Luckily for me it was England and many days were filled with rainy days.
It had been less than a week since I had been back at my relatives house. Strangely they had left me alone. I think it was something in my eyes. I think personally it was the dead look that is lingering.
They knew that I had nothing left. Nothing that would stop me anymore from let loose, from breaking the rules. I didn't raise to the bait. Didn't react to the hits, the pushing, shoving. Their punishment. So it stopped. I'm not complaining. Besides, who can say they like being starved, beat, tortured, and rapped.
It could help that my magic almost killed my uncle and cousin both in a particular brutal session. My aunt had to take them to the hospital. Quit a feat, a funny one in retrospect. Both are still in coma. I think my magic is punishing them. The doctors don't know what is wrong with them.
Maybe my magic will let them out of it when its satisfied I think, who knows. I sure don't.
What I do know, is that I am changed.
Cedric.
He is gone.
I killed him.
I tired to be fair. My goodness, my fairness - it killed him.
The graveyard changed me.
This place wasn't so much hell anymore, more like a prison full of quiet solitude.
There is no news from the outside world.
No letters, no visits. Even though I know there are guards. they say nothing - not even when my uncle and cousin left.
My aunt leaves most days to the hospital.
This leaves me to my own devices.
So I read. I study.
Sirius had a funny since of humor.
Before leaving school he sent me a package to open when I got back to my relatives. A package that had a letter that said "Be my son".
A potion to make me his son. Books to teach me about the things I should know.
The anger of the tournament passed in short order.
Why because the in addition to the potion to be his son there were other potions that would clear out all the other potions that were in my system. It was the only was the adoption would work.
Turns out those potions seemed to be geared toward things that made me - 'me'.
The ones that gave me a short temper, short attention span, that made me reckless, hardheaded, all the things that made me the ideal 'boy-who-lived'.
The adoption potion changed me a little but not unrecognizably. My hair was darker and more tame. My features more aristocratic, brining out both the Black and Potter features. But my eyes where the biggest change. From the AK green to a darker malevolent AK green.
Between the two potions I felt like I did before I ever went to Hogwarts. Suspicious. Cautious. Ambitious. Most of all intelligent.
So I read.
Its the only thing that takes my mind of the last year of hell. The last several years of hell.
I read and listen to the rain.