Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Bound by Invisible Chains ❯ Chapter I ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Author's Note: To make it short and sweet, this is my first fanfiction. Hope you like it. Good stuff, worked hard on it. Please review, let me know what you think. This is a mixture of pairs, so don't worry. That's it, so enjoy and review. much love .

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Bound by Invisible Chains

I

It's like finding a needle,
in a very sharp pile of barbed wire.
You're bound to get cut...

"Can I ask you a question and please be honest." A soft voice broke through the welcoming silence and the heighten of curiosity risen.

If crack kills, so does curiosity was my first random thought of the day, but I nodded. "Only if it's not a rhetorical question, go ahead."

From the look on her face, she knew it was rhetorical, but just had the urgency to ask. My face grimace, knowing what words were probably going to escape from that mouth of hers. Why couldn't my summer day just pertain of silence and the sweet aroma of wildflowers from the meadow ahead. Alas, I was asking for too much and she started her questioning to my discomfort. "How could I have a boyfriend and you're suffering a life of solitude without anyone to have? I know you must be lonely?"

If I had a galleon for every time she asked me that, I'll be richer than ever. So just to humor her once more, I answered her question, half-heartedly. "As you may know, the guys at Hogwarts does not catch my interest. Due to the fact that for the last five years of my education, every guy either hated me or resented me because of my current situation. So having a possible boyfriend is like hell getting ice water. It will never happen."

She smacked her lips as she shook her head. I prepared myself for the next part of this conversation cause I knew somewhere along the line, her words would only shock me to no end. "I wish you stop saying that. I mean, sure your luck stinks, but it's not your fault. That stupid Sorting Hat has finally went crazy the moment he thought you belonged in Slytherin. You're not even pure blooded, let alone cruel, mean, and sly. I just can't see why guys dislike you so much." She stated matter of fact, much to my dismay.

With a good imagination, you could probably guess the look on my face right now. Between the cruel vexation and the horrid realization I didn't need to think about, I was moments away from choking her. "Thanks Ginny, next time remind me to ask you where you stuck the knife cause I know it's not in my back." My voice bit back the anger, which only made my words come out sarcastically. I was being serious, she might as well just stab me.

Ginny laughed at me mockingly as she rolled her green eyes. Deciding that my crude humor killed the moment, she went back to the blissful silence I enjoyed. While she toyed with the endless supple of jelly beans, I returned to my book on modern day romances. It was something I quite enjoy, with the little irony that it held. Every time I read ones of these books, it always follow the same plot: defeat, depression, regression, repression, love, lust, lost, and a twisted ending that's either happy or sad. Just the thought that life is often based upon these books causes me to laugh. If only love could be this simple, and maybe a lot of relationships wouldn't end tragically. My attention decided to withdraw for awhile as I watched Ginny shove handful after handful of jelly beans into her mouth. Slightly amused by the fact she could eat as much as her brother, I felt somewhat disgusted by the way she'd chewed. That's when I start thinking about her and her ways of sensibility. Often I wonder where does she get her straightforwardness from? How she could just speak her mind, no matter who it is and not feel a bit of remorse.

It's like looking for a needle in a set of barbed wire, I'm bound to come out bleeding or worst, dying miserably. Ginny was someone complicated when it came to understanding her philosophy on life. On the other hand, she's just like a flower. Fragile on the outside, but with a little sunlight and water, she grows on you over time. That's why we ended up becoming best friends. When everyone else rejected me, she decided to accept me regardless if I'm a Slytherin or not. For that, I'm grateful to have her as a friend and hope that our friendship wouldn't have to come to an end. I would be at lost without my red haired fire ball. She amuses me to no end. Time seemed to draw closer as the sun moved across the blue sky, indicating it was almost four. With the silence enveloping us, I enjoyed the pages of my book once again. Each words spoke of love and lost, where the main character is going through a trial in order to let her secondary character know how much she loves him. That made me think about Ginny's relationship with Harry Potter.

Everyone who has some form of association with the Boy-Who-Lived knew more about his life than he does. For the fact at birth he's destine to save the world from evil, he also has to deal with the prophecy that was bestow on him. He's even going through a world of conflict that I know somewhere down the line is interfering with their relationship. Often last year, when they finally gotten together was when Harry started to become distant. The previous year before that, he lost his godfather in the Ministry of Magic. Last year he almost lost Dumbledore, who managed to escape alive, but still badly injure. I knew in his mind, he's fighting the internal battle of whether he should fulfill everyone request or just end his life. With Ginny, she doesn't seem to realize this problem at hand or she just refuses to except the fact that Harry might die during this coming war. That's when I had to ask her, my own sense of curiosity rose.

"Ginny, when was the last time you heard from Harry?"

She stopped eating as her attention turned fully on me. Side glancing, I noticed the painful look that crossed her face as she struggled with her response. "Why do you ask?" Her voice dropped monotonously as she awaited for my reply to her question.

Somewhere in my mind, I knew the answer. Ginny's relationship with Harry isn't perfect, like she wanted me to believe. I felt that deep down, she didn't want anyone to know she's hurting and put up the facade that everything is alright, when it's clearly not. "Since you're here with me instead of at the Burrow, I wonder if Harry and you are doing well. I received a letter for Hermione last week that things between the two of you are somewhat rocky." I stated, with a pause. I wanted her to know I'm not prying, but I do have concerns.

Ginny let out a sigh and silently curse Hermione for opening her mouth before she rest her bag of candy next to her. Instead of looking at me, she turned her gaze onto the meadow ahead as she watched the multicolors of the flowers dance in the light breeze. Her facial expression became long, somewhat lost, and depressed. When she spoke, there was sadness behind every word. "I won't lie to you, but Hermione's right. Harry and I are slowly drifting apart and for some reason, I can't seem to tell him how I feel."

I wanted to reach out and grasp her hand. To let her know I know how it felt, but that would just be a lie. I can't even show sympathy to something I don't understand. Instead, I gave her my opinion on the situation that was through careful observation. "I think the reason why he's so distant from you is because of the amount of pressure everyone is putting on him. Harry is the one person the wizard world depends on so much. I seen him on his worst days, when he would go up to the Owlery and sulk. He's hurting, Ginny and I think you need to just remain by his side. Somewhere down the line, the strength of his friends is what gets him through the day. Don't doubt that he doesn't love you, clearly he does. Just give him time to come to you, alright."

"What if he doesn't come to me, what should I do then? I cannot stand being left alone to suffer."

"If you feel like that, talk to him. Let him know that he's hurting you by not being there when you need him. If I know Harry, he'll listen. His heart always tell him the right way to go."

Ginny let out a shaky breath as she shook her head. "I hope you're right cause I don't know what I'll do."

I gave her my best smile as I stared off into the sky. "I know I'm right. All you have to do is believe in faith."

Yet, how come when it came to me, I just couldn't believe at all?

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I barely had time to breath and kick back before two weeks passed like an epidemic. Before I knew it, school started and my life became chaotic. Between the extreme rush for school supple and my newly appointed role as a Prefect, everything I worked hard for paid off. So around seven in the morning, I woke my parents to let them know that I needed to be at King's Cross by eight. I never like being late to school and since we live way in the country area of England, I would like to make it on time. After a very cold breakfast, along with an even colder lecture, and my stuff practically thrown into the truck, we left our little house and arrive in the city.

It didn't take us time to find the station as my parents rushed me out the car and walked in with me to my platform. As usual, they decided to distant themselves away from me, which was fine. I didn't say anything, since I knew this was how they treated me. Ahead, I saw platform nine and ten, which in the middle rested Platform 9¾. No one would be able to pass, unless they possessed magic, so instead of going through I paused to look at my parents one last time.

My mother stood off a little to the side as she looked at me with sad eyes. Afar from where she stood was my stepfather, who didn't even give me a glance as he looked off somewhere. I just shook my head, feeling that emptiness one often felt when they knew love wasn't there. My mother let out a sigh as she reached out and embraced me. Her arms held me tightly as she rest her chin on top of my head. Normally out of kindness I would return the hug, but it's been years since I felt the need to do that. I guess from years of being ignored and neglected, this was the only time my mother acknowledge my presence.

Ever since my father passed away, my mother started to act differently. She couldn't except my magical heritage and just like how she treated my father, she pushed me away the moment I got my acceptance into Hogwarts. After the year of distance, she'd remarried. This man (who isn't any better) treated me far worst than she did. He called me a freak and often threw things at me, such as holy water to 'purified' my corrupted soul. His philosophy was religion and he knew that what I did was an abomination towards god. I told him numbers of times that I cannot do harm onto those, but he refuse to hear such blasphemous words. That's why I don't bother with them, especially during the summers.

Once school ended, I would return only to pack more clothes and escape to the country side of Ireland where my father left a little cottage just for me. There I know that I'm away from hatred and remorse and I could just be myself without fear. Sometimes I invite Ginny or Hermione over to spend a week with me, so I didn't feel lonely. Other times I would venture down the hill to a little village and look around at the shops. Those were the times I always loved about the summer and since it came to a bitter end, I had to reform what little happiness I felt at school. The one place worst than home I had to tolerate more people who just didn't like me. I'm not complaining though, sometimes I think their hatred for me is best. I don't have to know the feeling of being rejected.

After some time lost in my own train of thought, I heard my mother speak to me. Her voice held resentment, but she tried to sugar coat it sweetly. "I wish you inherit my genes instead of your father. I knew the moment I married him, my life wasn't going to be normal. Now, you must suffer the same ill fate as your late father. I wish you didn't have to go to that ridiculous school for magic. John hates the fact that you're being filled with evil."

I pressed my lips together from saying something harsh, instead I just spoke passionately about the school that I hated more than 'John'. "Hogwarts doesn't teach evil. My father went to that school and graduated. He was a great Auror and when he died, he was praised as a hero. Someday I want to be just like him."

"Then you're a fool to follow in his footsteps." She snapped, pushing me from her 'loving' embrace.

I just stared at her, my eyes revealed nothing even though her words hurt. "Well then, I'm a fool. You just don't understand, but why explain it to you. I have to go, I don't want to argue with you, not today."

"Yes, I agree. Just go before John starts up and embarrass me. Don't bother writing us any letters, he'll just burn them."

'I wouldn't think about it.' I thought as I stepped away from her and gather my belongs. Giving her a fake smile, I turned away and hoped she left my presence so I could get through the day.

I can't begin to express how much I hated that woman.

Without a look back, I placed one foot in front of the other as they guided me through the invisible barrier. Almost like a Twilight movie, the other side of this dimension were a multitude of people. Everywhere I turned, I saw Hogwarts students from year one through seven move about excitedly while their parents tugged behind. I decided to watch for a few minutes before boarding the train and scoop out some of the people I know. To my left, I saw the Weasley family hugging and giggling. In some sad way, I always envied their family, since my own is so dysfunctional.

I felt as if everyone's family at the time was a lot better than mines, even Harry's who lives dysfunctional also. From what I could tell, Mrs. Weasley is making a fuss over Ron, who was blushing madly. Next to him Harry and Hermione only laughed at him, while Ginny stood in the background. I knew her eyes were on Harry cause they sadden every time he would speak. I wish I could just walk over there and set things straight, but I don't like to pry. She must fight this battle herself. All I could do is wish her good luck.

Turning my attention to a loud laughter, I noticed Lavender Brown with Patil twins pointing at some second years girls and talk about how they were acting. My eyes harden at their cruelty towards those poor kids. Deep down, I always hated people who talked about others. In my opinion, the world is already full of judgment and hate that it's pointless to even bother being civil towards each other. Apparently, Lavender doesn't care who she talked about, as long as the rumors she spread were juicy, her twisted smile will still remain. Deciding that looking at them was driving me mad, I turned my attention towards the train. We still had time before everyone boarded and left for school. Which meant since my presence here isn't important and just lingering is bound to draw unwanted attention, I took my things and walked towards the train.

So as quickly as my feet would allow me through the tremendous crowd, I kept my head lowered. This reason for such insecurity was that every time my eyes landed on someone, I ended up being the victim of verbal abuse. Normally I would just brush it off, pretend to listen and be on my way. However, there were cases where it got extremely serious and ended up being physical instead. So call me a push over, but I rather use my brain than fist. Fighting only leads to pain and that's one thing I hate worst than stereotypes. Finally I was able to make it through the cluster I boarded the train with ease.

Aboard, I saw that no one walked the corridors and decided which way I should go. At this point, I wanted to be alone and sometimes it was hard to find an empty compartment to be in. Hopefully with my luck and great timing, I could find one closer to the front and avoid any confrontation possible. So instead of going with my idea of being in the front, I turned towards the opposite direction and walked that way. With each passing compartment, I heard commotion inside and grew impatient as I went.

"There has to be one empty room, no one is hardly aboard," I muttered to myself as I entered into another cabinet of the train.

Knowing that my mind was no where near reality, I didn't realize where I was heading off too. Just as I prepared to open yet another door, someone did it for me and we collided. Like a train crash, my body fell quickly to the floor as all my belongs dropped out of their rightful place. Laying there, exposed and embarrassed, I closed my eyes as I let out a sigh. Since my life is meaningless, why even bother looking at the person I ran into. Probably some seventh year girl who might just put me out of my misery with insults and jeering. I listened to the person complain about me being an oaf when my ears register the voice. Mentally I cursed cause this seriously was going to be hellish. Not only did I just bump into a person, showing off my lovely underwear collection (I'm aware of my situation), but the person who happen to be complaining is the Slytherin prince himself...Draco Malfoy.

"Great, I just got this shirt pressed and this prat wrinkled it." He complained over and over like a girl who just broken a nail.

Slowly sitting up, I rubbed the sore spot on my head before I spoke loudly, insulting his cleanliness. "It's just a shirt, not like it's going to get dirty. Stop whining like a girl."

Malfoy stopped wiping endlessly at the invisible germs on his shirt as he looked at me. Glaring up at him, I met with the most intriguing shade of eyes ever, even if they were returning the glare. I knew right away he notice who I was cause the next thing I saw was his twist grin. Great, here comes the insults.

"Well, look at this guys, they even let filth onto the train. I knew I reeked of muggle the moment she touched me. Did you have a nice fall, trash?" He taunted, getting a few laughs from the peanut gallery behind.

Not up for his crap, I quickly picked myself up and brushed off the dust as I gather my things. At the same time I decided to acknowledge his uncreative taunt, since he lacked common sense and an imagination. "Yeah, I did. Luckily my ass happened to break my fall. I didn't know bumping into majority body fat would hurt so much. I'm disappointed in you, you're letting yourself go." Mocking him back felt good, since I'm usually not one to insult others.

Apparently, he didn't hear my dry humor cause he continued. "Dear god, not only did they let filth on the train, but look how they dressed her. What do you call that?" He pointed and jeered as the other Slytherin prats laughed.

My eyes harden as I stared at my outfit. I see nothing wrong with wearing a large sweater and tight fitted jeans. I felt comfortable in these clothes, but Malfoy always had to make sure he insulted everyone's outfits. So playing along, I don't know where the sudden courage came from. "Oh dear, this old thing. Last time I checked, your mother loan it to me. I always knew she had filthy sense of taste." I went word for word with him.

All laughter stopped the moment I talked about his mother. My lips curled into a perfect smile as Malfoy glared daggers at me. The next thing I knew, he snatched me by my sweater and pinned me to the wall nearest to us. My back collided with it hard as I let out a hiss. God, why must pain be so painful? He shook me violently, indicating that he wasn't happy about the joke. Well, I wasn't expecting him to laugh, I meant what I said.

"Keep running that mouth of yours, I might have to cut it off." He threaten, pressing against my body, leaving a small amount of room where his hand remained.

I just looked at him, my eyes impassive and face blank. "Well then, I guess there's nothing I can say, is there?" A chuckle passed my lips, I found these encounters humorous sometimes.

"You think this is funny? You think I'm joking?" Boy, did he sound angry.

My brow rose suddenly as my lips quivered into a loose smile. "I often find that humor in these kind of situations to be relaxing." It all came out as a tiny whisper.

That just caused him to tighten his hold as he closed the distance more. I watched him from the side as he lean towards my ear. What I expected him to say was more on the line of 'I'm going to beat you into a bloody pulp', but what he said might as well just been a threat. "You talk big, but you're afraid of me, isn't that right. I can sense it, the way you try and challenge me. Just so you know, you will never win cause I'm going to break you. Just you wait, you're going to bow down to me." His hot breath tickled my inner ear as he made sure that I heard him.

I felt my body shiver at the closeness of his lips as they touched the most sensible area of my ear. A lump formed in my throat as I opened my mouth, but words refuse to come out. What's going on? Please don't tell me that I find his little promise interesting. Dear god, I finally lost it. My heart hammered intensely against my ribcage as I finally found my lost words. "I will never bow down to you, I rather die than succumb. You're nothing but a worthless pig and I hate you." Harshly my words came out, but they shook in the process. Realizing how much he gotten to me, I began struggling for my freedom and praying to God that someone would pass by.

However, Malfoy had another plan up his sleeves as he used his free hand and moved it between us. When I felt it slip underneath my sweater, I hissed from the cold contact against my skin. He let his fingers trail upwards against the flatness of my stomach until the found their way to my bra. His hand cupped one of my breast and gave it a gentle squeeze to let me know that he found something interesting. My mind screamed out, telling him to stop, but all I could do was close my eyes. I knew if I kept them open, they would betray me. It's too late for any other part of my body, since I felt my cheeks flush and my breath becoming shallow. I wanted to scream, cry, whatever rather than admit that I found his perverted touch to be arousing. Dear god, Ginny's right, I am lonely and desperate.

From the deep chuckle that escaped his lips once more, Malfoy knew he had won this match. Using his tongue, he decided to toy with me again as he licked the shell of my ear. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, giving him the satisfaction of knowing what he's doing felt good. "You can't fight it, I know you like what I'm doing to you, don't you?"

Forcing myself to growl, I gritted my teeth, letting myself lie in order to protect the truth. "Burn in hell, Malfoy! I will never submit to you."

Giving my breast another squeeze, I gasped loudly, basically giving him his true answer. I felt him smile against my ear as he whispered softly, "I beg to differ."

Right at this moment, I felt two things:

One, confusion.

And two, hot.

Two things I don't often feel but at this moment it wanted me to realize just how desperate I was for human contact. Luckily, we didn't stay like this too long cause I felt someone approach us. "What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" The voice was angry as my eyes snapped open and look at my savior.

There stood Harry, along with Ron, Hermione, and a very pissed off Ginny. From how they were standing, Harry was the one who spoke as Malfoy lift his head away from my ear and turned his attention to them. He didn't remove his hand from within my sweater, nor did he remove himself off me. I watched as he smiled at them like this wasn't anything to be a shamed of. As for me, I wanted to crawl underneath a rock and die. I knew from their perspective, I looked like a hot mess. My face completely flushed and my eyes glazed with lust. I turned my head away, hoping that they won't recognize me.

"Well, isn't it Potty, Mudblood, Weasel, and Weaselette. Decided to grace me with your presence. I'm flattered." He was being cocky, using his insulting names just to piss off Harry.

From the loud sneer, Ron fell into his trap, but Harry spoke once more, with malice laced in every word. "I rather be bitten by Voldemort's snake than ever flatter you. Now tell me exactly what the hell are you doing to her."

I felt myself sigh in relief that he didn't know who I was, but that didn't last long. The next thing I knew was my body removed from the wall, but pressed against his body, while one arm snaked its way around my waist. His fingers found their way underneath my chin as he grasp it and turn my face towards them. I guess you can picture the look on my face the moment my eyes landed on them. Oh yes, I was mortified. "Goodness, I hope you don't mean Bradstreet here. She was just telling me how much she loves my touches, isn't that right?"

God? Satan? Voldemort? Anyone? Please come and kill me. If you want, I would take the Cruciatus curse. Anything to just slip away from this ill fated reality. I can't believe that prick just stood here and told them that. I closed my eyes, pretending that this is all a dream and when I wake up, I would be in my room, at my unloving house getting ready to come here. Counting in my head, I reopened my eyes to see that this was indeed the same nightmare. I let out a groan, why couldn't my life just be simple?

"Can the lies and let Xavier go, Malfoy." Thank god Harry wasn't someone gullible or I would just cry. I watched as he reached for his wand, only to get it knocked from between his fingers by Crabbe. I cursed mentally, wishing for someway to end this.

Glancing up at Malfoy, I notice the amuse look on his face as he watched Harry lose yet again. I couldn't help but glare, but I knew what would bring him more satisfaction beside seeing Harry lose. "If I submit, would you leave my friends alone?" I practically hissed those words, knowing that I'm lowering myself to his level.

His trademark smirk appeared on his face as he looked down at me. My breath stopped short when I realize how close he was and how beautiful his eyes were. "So are you willing to admit you're afraid of me?" He asked, clearly finding this more amusing now.

Grinding my teeth together, I sighed in defeat. "Yes, now let me go!"

"That's what I thought," He replied and he pushed me away, causing me to stumble and fall right back on the floor. Landing with a loud thump, I felt myself groan in pain as I glared at him.

"Bastard!" I yelled, rubbing my sore butt.

He just laughed as he turned his attention back on Harry and the others. "You're lucky, you should thank Bradstreet here for getting you out of trouble. Don't worry, we have enough time for insults later. So don't plan on running off." Then he turned his gaze on me as an evil smirk appeared on his lips. I looked at him, rather shockingly as he mouthed 'And your nightmare just begun.' With that said, he left from our sights with the others in toll.

And all I could do was let out this anguish scream before smacking myself on the head, repeating over and over, "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

How do I get myself into these predicaments?

I should have just said 'yes'.

TBC

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