slightly different.
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AN This is my first try at anything creative since high school. Which has been a while. Mistakes will be made mark my words.
I spend a lot of time on this site, reading HP fan fiction of all sort and it came to me in a dream lol to maybe give back to the community. I sincerely hope my efforts to that end are enjoyable.
With that being said, lets get on with it. */
Chapter 1
Dudley's grin was a bit worrying. Very worrying actually, whatever was running through his head was certainly going to be...uncomfortable.
Later on, nursing new bruises and a couple nasty cuts, Harry laughed a bit hysterically. It wasn't much of a surprise that 'Stomp on Freak' was Dudley's 'Bright idea'. The meat head couldn't think of anything more creative even if he tried.
"I wonder why I expected more from him...", he mumbled, wincing while dabbing alcohol on his lip. In the bathroom mirror, the scar seemed more pronounced than before. Maybe Tom was disappointed with Dudley's lack of creativity too?
Wishful thinking. Depressing as well.
Just the summer, he reassured himself. A summer playing punch-bag-gofer-Freak-cook-etcetera. One day at a time.
"Boy!" The thickest Dursley is yelling again.
Green eyes stared into green eyes, and he took a breath deep and slow.
"BOY!"
Time to mow the fucking lawn, Boy. Best get into character.
The heat was unbearable. Unbelievable. The ground was packed tight and dusty-hot, but lying on it wasn't as uncomfortable as glares and growls and grinding of teeth and hands twitching to twist his neck. Plus he got to hear about cereal brands and surfing birds because that is important.
"...at the Polkisses...He's so popular"
Harry snorted amusedly. It was impressive how ignorant the Dursley's were of their own son. If he didn't know better, he'd think they were purposefully ignoring his 'faults', because nothing their son did could be as bad as the freak sharing their roof. Pleasant thoughts.
There was a sudden, very sudden BANG! what the fuck where is my wand-"What in Gods name are you doing boy", Vernon harshly whispered, voice very low but very dangerous. Behind him, Petunia sniffed disdainfully.
"Put your thing away boy!" Thing? Oh, he means the wand, put your wand back in your pants Harry.
His face changed quickly from 'you will scrub the fucking ceiling till you bleed freak' to 'maniac neighbour pls ignore nothing to see here' when he saw the neighbours.
"Oh hello, Mrs Margery, did you hear that car backfire just now? Startling isn't it?" he smiled painfully.
Harry made sure to be outside the range of strangulation the moment the neighbours tucked their noses back into their houses to do whatever it is they did.
Good thing too, because the hands that twitched in wishful thinking were swinging around now, attached to a purple fat man. 'Stop trying to choke me out what would the fucking neighbours say you dumb fat fuck' of course all of this was hush-hush in your head wishful thinking too, or else dear Vernon might just jump out that window and teach you to respect your betters. Your muggle minder betters.
Thinking about it, Harry could understand where the anti-muggle sentiment Voldermort spewed came from. Not entirely but with Dursleys as representatives of upstanding Muggles of this here British upper-middle-class no-nonsense society, he wouldn't mind maybe killing them. Just a little bit.
Harry went off into the park to maybe get away from the house for a while. He'd probably have to pay in chores and rations for outright ignoring the purple fat man to think about all that. Ah well.
"Oy Fuck face!", exchanging one fat man for another. Sigh. Why is it so cold here anyway.
"Do you need something?", Harry asked, surprising himself at how droll he sounded. Like the greasy one.
Thoughts of grease, hair care products and suddenly (not very welcome either) underwear modelling rapidly crossed his mind before one word "...something...something...Cedric..."
Dudley grinned when he saw the reaction on Harry's face. One fat self-satisfied smirk like everything was suddenly right in the universe. even though it was pretty fucking cold for a heatwave.
"Don't you dare say that name!", oh, your 'thing' is out Harry.
Dudley wiped the smirk off his face, suddenly aware he was alone on a deserted street with the freak and his thing.
"Dad says you can't use it outside of school! You-You'll get expelled!", a poor defence honestly. Actually no, it was valid, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Much.
"Daddy isn't here is he, Dudders?" Droll and threatening.
Why is it so fucking cold right now?
Rattling breaths and dying screams and suddenly Harry wasn't as smug anymore. Dudley wasn't looking so hot either. It was probably better that he couldn't really see the tattered drifting black apparitions of soul-snatching motherfuck that were heaving all around them.
"Wha- what are you doing to m-stop doin that-", Dudley mumbled, terrified of what he couldn't see, didn't understand. Harry was still pointing his business end of the 'thing' towards him. It must be coming from Harry then. Best punch him right in the face, yes, that's reasonable.
Swing-lo and behold it is still just as terrifying.
Harry was wandless now, Dudley crawling away from him. He couldn't see a thing, the rattling, the heaving, where is my -" LUMOS!"
A light a the end of the tunnel. Go toward the light? Isn't that the next great adventure no of course not it's your bloody wand.
"Expecto...patronum.." a weak fizzle and the Dementors sit up and take notice. Dudley is about to get a snog oh dear "Expecto patronum!" Happy thoughts Harry happy fucking thoughts...which one any one don't let them kill him...first Year, broomstick, friends, everything...
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Antlers of light gored into the shadowy rags, hooves that were not quite real slammed into another mass of black, and all at once it wasn't so cold anymore.
chapter one end
