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Chapter Three: Promises

I close my eyes when I get too sad

I think thoughts that I know are bad

Close my eyes and I count to ten

Hope it's over when I open them.

He was sitting on a Muggle bus bound for some remote corner of England. He really didn't care which remote corner it was, as long as the Order didn't find him.

I want the things that I had before

Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door

I wish I could count to ten

Make everything be wonderful again.

He cocked his head and listened to the music. He wished he could do that too- that he could close his eyes, and count to ten and make everything be wonderful again... make Sirius be alive. Make the pain end. Make the stupid Prophecy go to hell... and Voldemort go with it.

Hope my mom and I hope my dad

Will figure out why they get so mad

Hear them scream, I hear them fight

They say bad words that make me wanna cry.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. That was one difference between him and the singer of this song- he was far past the point where words could make him cry. At least on the outside.

Close my eyes when I go to bed

And I dream of angels who make me smile

I feel better when I hear them say

Everything will be wonderful someday.

Someday... he mentally repeatedd. Someday, everything would be wonderful. Maybe. Just maybe. Maybe Sirius would come back. And his parents. And the Order would just leave him alone. And the Prophecy would turn out to be a joke. He snorted. Yeah right.

Promises mean everything

When you're little and the world is so big

I just don't understand how

You can smile with all those tears in your eyes

Tell me everything is wonderful now.

He hated it when people said things like that. That things were great, that there was nothing wrong. Because those were lies.

Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now.

I go to school and I run and play

I tell the kids that it's all okay

I laugh out loud so my friends won't know

When the bell rings I just don't wanna go home.

That perfectly described life at the Dursleys', except for the whole 'friends' part. He had never had that when he was young- Dudley had made sure of it. But he hadn't wanted to go home. No- he did. Because the Dursleys' weren't his home. He had wanted to go home, to run away, away from the Dursleys'...

Go to my room and I close my eyes

I make believe that I have a new life

I don't believe you when you say

Everything will be wonderful someday.

The bus hit a bump, and his slight frame bounced with the luggage. He got several odd looks, but he ignored them. So what, he was ninety-eight pounds. Not exactly his idea. He had had no idea that his relatives had starved him that much.

Promises mean everything

When you're little, and the world is so big

I just don't understand how

You can smile with all those tears in your eyes

When you tell me everything is wonderful now.

He idly wondered what sort of job he would take... where he would go next. Perhaps he'd teach an English class somewhere. He'd always had a bit of an affinity for writing, and teaching sounded fun. Yes, perhaps he'd do that.

No

No, I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now

No

No, I don't wanna hear you tell me evrything is wonderful now.

I don't wanna hear you say

That I will understand someday

No, no, no, no

I don't wanna hear you say

You both have grown in a different way

No, no, no, no

I don't wanna meet your friends

And I don't wanna start over again

I just want my life to be the same

Just like it used to be

Somedays I hate everything

I hate everything

Everyone and everything

Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now...

The bus came to a halt, and Harry gathered his stuff and stepped off. Time for a new life. Because nothing was wonderful now.

I don't wanna hear you tell me everything is wonderful now...

A/N: And there's chapter three...
Aerin