the wizard formerly known as chosen one (stagsprongs) wrote in obliviaterpg, @ 2019-09-18 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | edgar bones, harry potter, player: amy, player: lily |
who Harry & Bones.
where His safe house.
what He's not really coping well with knowing he's been lied to and isn't really dealing well with possibly being 'Harry Potter'.
rating tbd. | incomplete.
Harry Potter.
Alec stared at that name in his journal more times than he could count, usually it was in reference to someone that was dead. Instead, he was now staring at it in reference to himself. He was Harry Potter. He was. How was he supposed to take that news? “Oh thanks?” “Really? That explains why I don’t look like my mum. I thought my dad cheated and brought me home.” What was he supposed to say to that, really? Who in their life prepared to be told they didn’t exist, and not only didn’t they exist but the person they really were, was dead?
He should have waited, should have given Neville space and he knew that. He’d meant to apologize after the fact. But Neville had been tortured and Merlin knew what else. If he died, he’d take the truth of who he was with him and Alec didn’t want to risk that happening. Now he regretted that moment of lapsed judgement. Instead of being told another lie, Neville had given him the truth and it was a sour and very bitter pill to swallow.
He was now pacing back and forth passed where his journal lay open on a nearby table. He was feeling more than a little agitated. His father, the man he’d thought to be his father at any rate, was now threatening him as he was the other man. It was anger that drove his actions, a temper he’d never been good at controlling, that much he knew because even upon waking he was told he’d have to actually try to control it now. But, how could he? The man he’d trusted more than anyone, lied to him and was using him. Worse had destroyed who he actually was.
Livid didn’t even begin to describe the feelings. Yes, it was petty, probably even beneath him, but he didn’t care at the moment. Everything he’d known for months was a lie. The person he’d come to know that he was, was a lie. Harry Potter was no longer who he was, but Alec Dolohov didn’t exist.
Who was he?
Turning briefly, he saw Bones standing there and while he should have felt something close to comfort in knowing he was at least taken in and safe? All he could think was what came out of his mouth, “and where were you and your lot and your supposed heroics while I was off being brainwashed?"