Post by Anime Monster on Nov 1, 2005 18:49:07 GMT -5
Summary: "A lie told often becomes the truth." --Lenin. "Repetition does not transform a lie into truth." --Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Warnings: Spoilers, AU
Rating: PG
The only question I had ever asked was, "How did my parent's die?" I already knew not to ask questions, but the fact that I did not know something so important, something I was asked by teachers at school, bothered me, so I asked.
I received a curt, snapped response from Aunt Petunia, "In a car crash." I didn't ask again.
Something always told me that was a lie. After all, when I sat in my cupboard under the stairs for hours on in being "punished" I would often rack my brain searching out the answer.
My earliest memory is of a flash of green light and sometimes a very high pitched laugh, the kind that chilled me too the bone.
I couldn't tell how that fit into the idea of a car accident so when Hagrid told me that they were murdered, the lie just didn't hold.
I mean, honestly, what kind of car has green headlights and makes a sound like laughter? I could have asked, but I would have been thrown in the cupboard and denied food for a week, as I was anytime something strange, unusual, or downright FREAKY happened to me. So I never asked, that's why Hagrid's tell fit so well.
It fit even better when I saw the spell "Avada Kedavra" performed. However, that didn't happen for a long time after.
He had told me a Dark Lord calling himself Voldemort had came to my parents house, they had been in hiding (though at the time I didn't know what that truly met), and killed my parents. The strangest thing, which made the story sound even truer, was the fact that Voldemort had tried to kill me, however, the spell backfired. The spell which killed every living soul that it hit, before, had failed to kill me and left me with only a scar and "bond" with Voldemort.
I should have known something was wrong. I should have looked at the facts more closely. I should have realized when Dumbledore said that my mother's love saved me that more mothers would have died for their children and should have saved them, why was I so special?
I found out later. My parents died that night in a flash of green light, but in doing so they activated an ancient spell. A spell that saved me from certain death, yet killed me in so many other ways.
Everything I do leads back to them, and everything I am is because of them. I have my mother's eyes and my father's hair and both of them are in my heart where they can only be for I can not remember them because he killed them.
EDIT: A few spelling errors and bbcode mistake fixed.
Warnings: Spoilers, AU
Rating: PG
The Truth of Lies
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The only question I had ever asked was, "How did my parent's die?" I already knew not to ask questions, but the fact that I did not know something so important, something I was asked by teachers at school, bothered me, so I asked.
I received a curt, snapped response from Aunt Petunia, "In a car crash." I didn't ask again.
Something always told me that was a lie. After all, when I sat in my cupboard under the stairs for hours on in being "punished" I would often rack my brain searching out the answer.
My earliest memory is of a flash of green light and sometimes a very high pitched laugh, the kind that chilled me too the bone.
I couldn't tell how that fit into the idea of a car accident so when Hagrid told me that they were murdered, the lie just didn't hold.
I mean, honestly, what kind of car has green headlights and makes a sound like laughter? I could have asked, but I would have been thrown in the cupboard and denied food for a week, as I was anytime something strange, unusual, or downright FREAKY happened to me. So I never asked, that's why Hagrid's tell fit so well.
It fit even better when I saw the spell "Avada Kedavra" performed. However, that didn't happen for a long time after.
He had told me a Dark Lord calling himself Voldemort had came to my parents house, they had been in hiding (though at the time I didn't know what that truly met), and killed my parents. The strangest thing, which made the story sound even truer, was the fact that Voldemort had tried to kill me, however, the spell backfired. The spell which killed every living soul that it hit, before, had failed to kill me and left me with only a scar and "bond" with Voldemort.
I should have known something was wrong. I should have looked at the facts more closely. I should have realized when Dumbledore said that my mother's love saved me that more mothers would have died for their children and should have saved them, why was I so special?
I found out later. My parents died that night in a flash of green light, but in doing so they activated an ancient spell. A spell that saved me from certain death, yet killed me in so many other ways.
Everything I do leads back to them, and everything I am is because of them. I have my mother's eyes and my father's hair and both of them are in my heart where they can only be for I can not remember them because he killed them.
EDIT: A few spelling errors and bbcode mistake fixed.