Why can't I can kill myself before they do!
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Chapter – 1- Harry Who!
This stupid house had to be jinxed because every attempt I made to get outside the house and down to the street I'd wake up in my cupboard. Everyone else could come and go but not me. I have never made it onto the street and thru that invisible wall. Of the dozen the things I tried inside that house to kill myself, well I just woke up alive and of course in my cupboard under the stairs. Even my foul mouth cursing of Vernon with every swearword that I knew from him couldn't get Vernon to pulverize me to death, well maybe he did but I still woke up in the cupboard.
"Freak get to your room, I don't want to see you until morning." Vernon bellowed.
I'm not sure what went wrong in Vernon's life last night but from the anger level Vernon was showing I would be spending a number of foodless days. Last night while I was complaining to myself it dawned on me that everything was happening inside the house but what described outside? I always left by the front or back door and of course then ran in to the invisible wall outside. How far up did the invisible wall go or was I in a bubble?
After Vernon had left for work I snuck up to the attic. After dragging a couple of trunks together I clambered on top and opened the skylight. I finally got on the roof and shinnied up the short chimney. Escape was not on my mind but the neighbor's concrete patio was.
I leaped headfirst toward the patio but I never do have good luck. I think the baggy pants snagged on the chimney causing me to spin ass over tea kettle. I hit something with my bum on the way down that tossed me high in the air and into the neighbors hedge. Untangling myself from the hedge I realized I was outside the invisible wall and I took off running.
A couple of days later with only water to drink I realized I only had two options. The first was to return to the Dursley's but the second was more to my liking.
"Harry Potter, STOP!"
"Harry Potter?" Who the hell is this fool, my name is Boy, The Freak.
"Let me go you old pervert." What I had was an old man being an extreme busybody who snatched me up by the back of my shirt as I tried to leap in front of a speeding lorry.
"Why the hell did you try to do that for?"
Now I'm only eight but somewhere somebody has got to give me a bit of leeway… If you had any idea how I…
"Are you stupid or something old man? I've had enough! I just want out of this life. This is the first time I've been able to get out of that stupid house and pass that invisible wall; you've made me miss the lorry." Since he had my feet off the ground I was doing my damnedest to deliver a kick below his belt line. I gave up as I was too short to connect and too exhausted to continue.
About this time one would expect some earth shattering dialogue…but what I got was the old man started to turn with me as he kept a strong grip on my secondhand flannel shirt and the world began to shrink.
When my eyeballs uncrossed I found myself on what appeared to be an island. While there was the ocean behind me and I was standing on a sandy beach, but the trees were a real forest not a bunch of palm trees. The old man was in good shape for on old fart as he threw me and I landed on the sand a good ways away.
"Okay, you wanted to head out in the ocean? Go! Or Stay here and starve to death or you can follow me for some food and a whole bunch of questions and maybe some answers."
Hoping that he was not some kind of a child molester, but the thought of food got me to my feet. I never got very much of that, food that is. He was pretty quick for an old man as I had a bit of trouble keeping up with him.
We headed through the rain forest and soon arrived at a hut with a Bamboo leaf roof. Even at my age and as uneducated as the Dursley's thought that they kept me, I knew this was not normal. That travel was insane… a real tropical island yes…a rain forest not likely, small palm tree hut with palm leaf roof in the middle of a rain forest, weird.
The old man entered the small hut and with nothing better to do I followed. I could take a swim later, not that I knew how to swim but it might be better than a lorry. That's when the really weird things started to get weirder. I stepped inside the hut into a room that was ten times the size of the hut with marble floors and wood paneled walls. Then I found they were even more rooms, this was not normal.
"Okay old man what gives with this place, this is not normal!"
Dimensionall transcendental casting of course. The external dimensions don't match to what's inside. The interior of the house is occupying a different dimension to the exterior. The exterior of the house exists in the real world, but the interior exists in a different dimension. I'll teach you this later because you will want to make more room in your school trunk."
This course went right over my head but then Nicholas Flamel and his wife Perenelle provided me a nice meal and some tropical fruit drinks.
Nick, as he asked me to call him, started talking which I took as rambling from an old man. "You see there are all those books out there that say Harry Potter wrestled dragons and killed all the bad people who were destroying the world in his role as the Boy-Who-Lived. He..."
Dumb Nick had no idea that the Freak wasn't allowed to read no less have a book. A lot of what I knew was from watching the Telly when the Dursley family were out to the cinema or a restaurant. The babysitter always came to the Dursley's but at least she let me watch the Telly. Even then the old biddy had me chained to the couch.
Flamel was droning on, "There were many who think that Harry Potter was 'The Savior' of the wizard world. Then there were those who held Potter up as the example of snubbing pureblood superiority. Of course the Boy-Who-Lived was protected and hidden away by the great leader of the light Albus Dumbledore where Harry Potter would be safe and be given a good home."
As dumb as Vernon said I was my idea of safe and protected with fighting dragons did not compute.
"While it sounds like that Potter kid had a better life than me, but why should I care?" This rambling had to be going somewhere.
"But you are Harry Potter!" Nick exclaimed and he continued to explained more and more of this insanity.
The old boy was fruit loops because in my memories, which were a little bit closer to factual; I was the kid that was beaten a lot because he was "The Freak". No there was no Dumbledork making me safe and secure. Well if even a little bit of all this new information was correct…well I wasn't fighting no dragons, like they really existed. Maybe it was time for me to try and commit suicide again before they killed me. It seemed an easy way out of both this nutters world and mine. Now Nick is starting to explain that since the beginning of time there had been prophecies all of which add up to being a pile of Dragon dung. "What really happens is that people believe in them and fulfill them yada, yada."
The books being fiction I could understand but Nick referring to mystical creatures, Dragons and Goblins? He talked of a dark wizard using a killing curse that turned me into a super hero and being protected by Dumblefart and I thought the Cartoon Network was crazy. He wandered on about magic and magical creatures and prophecies, almost like they were alive and real, like him always saying "Dragon dung", did he really believe this crap?
"The reason I came looking for you is that a young man, who is about 120 years old and who we will call Brian, has been nosing around looking for my stone. We have known this young man for a very long time, at first he seemed sincere and interested in learning, but he changed. For various reasons Brian was told to leave this island a very long time ago. He is now back trying to convince us and many would say manipulate us, but all he did was raise our interest in who he was trying to manipulate this time. He thought he was cunning and that we would not notice his interest in our stone."
"Why would anyone be interested in a freak like me, and what's this stone? Is he too lazy to pick a bunch of stones off the ground?"
"Regardless of the people that say I am not really that special, I do have a few redeeming qualities if I do say so myself. So after listening to Brian's blather I set off to see who and I found Harry Potter was the center of Brian's current manipulations. Oh the Philosopher's stone of course produces the elixir of life and allows me and Perenelle to live forever, invented it myself. Well that's the reason you see, I was interested in you to start with, and with my wife being a seer you were easy to find. Now I have to ask why you keep referring to yourself as a freak? I also learned that you never went to school; please explain what you know of this young Harry Potter.
Now he gives me a name so I'm supposed to spill my guts? Oh, what the hell, okay, I'll give him the whole scam so maybe he can jump in the ocean.
"The only way I know anything is from what I have been able to steal. They kept me locked in a cupboard and threw table scraps in but after I turned five I was supposed to go to school but I wasn't allowed to leave the house. I have no idea what lies they told to keep me hidden but it happened. Everything that went wrong seemed to be my fault. I got to cook, clean and wash their clothes. If I got outside it was under their watchful eye. Even when I made a break for it I ran into that stupid invisible wall. I gave up trying to attract anybody's attention on the other side of the wall. It was like they didn't even see me."
"Sounds like a very complicated ward, but continue." Perenelle asked.
"So I would cut the grass or whatever was their current chore and for all that I might get fed a few scraps at the end of the day. Beatings were normal if they didn't like the work I'd done. The only reason I know anything is by stealing things like books and listening in on the Telly in the living room. While locked in my cupboard I could still hear the Telly even though freaks aren't allowed to watch the Telly. I stole Dudley's school books and I taught myself how to read by using a dictionary that I had found and by looking up words I heard on the Telly. I could only do this while I was locked in my cupboard. Not that Dudley would ever miss his school books. Now that I've broken free of that house I will do or say whatever I want!"
That got Nick explaining that he had watched the Dursley family and then used his influence and talked with the Goblins. "This only confirms that Brian is up to his usual manipulations and scheming. But Brian is old and knowledgeable as I am, but I have no idea why he is causing all this to happen but I can see you're in the center of his current manipulations." It seemed that Nick was on another one of his ramblings and I was about ready to turn off my attention when he asked…"
"What about you Harry, what would you like to do, what would you like to become when you grow up?"
"You old fart, with what I know and what you have told me so far I cannot but wish to strike down half this planet or take a long walk into the ocean."
"Well maybe we can help. My wife is a seer and upon my urging she has delved into your future as best she can. While we will not promise you an easy future we can say that it will get better than what you have so far lived. We however have much to explain to you before we will allow you to accept what we wish to provide, or before you strike down half the planet. Right now let me show you to your room you can enjoy the arms of Morpheus."
The next morning a general outline of my future life was explained to me and even as an eight-year-old I was still contemplating a very long walk into the ocean, it was still a tempting option. This magical world would cause me a future of pain which could end in my death. If I disappeared into the Muggle world I might avoid all that pain in my magical future. However! The pain in the Muggle world was showing up to be worse than living in the Dursley's house and regardless of the path I took I would die a horrible death. And the Flamels wondered why I wanted to end it all now. What was funny about all of this peeking into the future was we all could get blindsided on any path that I chose to follow. Overall Perenelle just didn't know because of all the different paths that could be taken in my life.
I was beginning to wonder a few days later if the pain they were referring to was my crash schooling. I was now being taught reading, writing and arithmetic.
