Fan Fiction ❯ Broken ❯ Reflection ( Chapter 1 )

Harry sit awake staring at his mirror.He looked terrible.He had not been getting much sleep since he had lost Sirius.He looked at the cuts on his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Nice going,Potter.Leaving scars on your body for the rest of your life."

Harry hated what he was doing to him self,but couldn't help it.He would become so overwhelmed by his sorrow that it was like someone else took over.But at the same time he loved it.He loved feeling the cool metal pressing into his skin then it numbly being taken away by the warm sticky blood trickling out of his arm.He would laugh silently to himself,and cry at the same time.

His emotions would become so intwined with eachother he would not know which is which.He missed everyone.Hermione,Ron,Moody,Lupin,Tonks.Even though they wrote to him,he wouldn't respond.If he did it would just be to tell him that he was fine and didn't really feel like writing.

This sometimes bothered Lupin.He would always write back and talk about Sirius and that it will be ok.That he was going through it to.

No,you think you are going through it as bad as me.You think you can feel the same pain as me,but you never will.Never!He was my only hope and he got taken away from me.

Harry gritted his teeth.He picked up the knife and threw it as his mirror.It hit and left a crack going down the right side.He looked at his reflection once more.He saw that now his reflection was out of order and looked liked a puzzle that needed to be put together,but couldn't because there was a missing peice.And that peice was Sirius.And Harry felt just like his reflection,broken.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.Harry said come in and a figure stepped inside.It was Dudley.

"What are you doing here?"Spat Harry,"Isn't it a little late to come see me?Or do you want to come and sleep with me because you had a nightmare?"Harry smirked.

"No,dad told me to come up here and tell you to quit making a racket."Growled Dudley.

"Well,I am done making one.So you can leave now."Harry slipped out of his bed and turned off his light.

He turned around,"Well?What are you standing around for?"

"I wanted to give you something."Dudley reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a stick.He held out his hand,"Here."

Harry raised an eyebrow."What is it?"

"It's-just take it!"He threw the object at Harry and stormed out of the room.

Harry bent down and picked it up.It was a cigarette.

Dudley gave him a cigarette.Harry wondered why and opened his night stand drawer and placed it in there.He smiled.

You never know when you might need a smoke.