A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Masonry. May you please enjoy...
Harry Potter walked out of the car, with nothing but the clothes on his back and the shoes on his feet. Also, the taped glasses on his faces. He was both fuming and rejoiced. Dry, red eyes easily met the sympathetic caretakers. Only a few moments ago Vernon Dursley had struck Harry for refusing to acknowledge his new residence-The Orphanage.
"...You got all the paperwork done, ?"
"Yes, Yes! Now if you would do your job as to take him!"
"Yes, . Would you like to check..."
closed the door of his car, his wife looking outside the opposite window, grimly. The boy in the back was easily faking a grin. Now Dudley had his parent's full attention...and spoils. And best of all the Freak was gone. The Dursley household would certainly rejoice during dinner.
The caretaker crept by Harry and threw her arm on Harry's shoulder. She guided him to the grey colored building. They walked up cement steps into wooden doors. Hopefully life would be go better for Harry. At least that was what he kept telling himself.
"We have rules here, Boy. Follow them or else...," The "caretaker" dropped her arm and gave a tour to Harry. "You'll have a room."
Harry followed her as they turned the corner and made their way up wooden stairs. Again he was dealt the bad end of the stick. Harry kept silent. He didn't want to be kicked out, he still was a child and he highly doubted he could get a job. Harry and the caretaker stopped at the top of the stairs, what Harry could only assume was the third floor. A hallway spread into different doors. She walked to the third door on the left. "Get in. You'll be called for breakfast every morning, lunch at afternoon and dinner at the evening. No funny business or roughhousing. understood?"
"Yes."
Early in his life, he learned to bite his tongue. It mostly prevented further beatings from Uncle Vernon, or loss of meals from Aunt Petunia. This seemed no different. Harry walked into the room and closed the door. He saw his surroundings. He had a small desk and a short wooden chair. Along with a short wooden dresser. All of these objects looked ancient.
You should be glad, you know. At least you're free of those degenerates.
Harry heard that voice. It wasn't like his own, but it made just as much sense. For a while he'd been listening to it. Now it seemed clearer. Tomorrow would be Harry's birthday. He wished he could have an actual home and parents, instead of just stories of how freakish they were(, courtesy of Petunia). Harry wondered if the stories were true. But he knew they were fake. They had to be. His parents died in an accident. Nothing different than countless global driving accidents.
Harry landed on the bed. It was quite a small room, but it was bigger than the cupboard. That part was obvious. He closed his eyes. He'll sleep until dinnertime.
"..Food...Food...Hungry...Feeed..."
Harry snapped open his eyes. "Who's there?"
He listened. . "Ssssome heres...?"
Harry moved his body to the edge of the bed and looked down. A small green snake slithered in the far back of the bed, near the room's wall. Harry began to panic, yet he felt so calm. The snake stopped and coiled, its head peaking out of its body, its tongue flickered. "Back! Ssstay backs!"
Harry could understand what the snake was saying. "Why are you here?"
The snake seemed to smile and go wide eyes. "...Tongue sspeaker?"
"What?" Harry questioned.
"...Long..."
Harry was mystified as the snake began to slither towards him. However he didn't panic. A feeling of calmness spread. Harry moved his head out of the way as the serpent approached. It pulled itself out underneath the bed. It lengthened its figure, facing harry, it spoke again. Again Harry couldn't believe it could speak. Surely he was going insane.
"...Ssspeaker...Hungry..."
"Do you want food?"
"...Feed..."
Harry looked for something to feed the snake. Of course he didn't have anything to feed it. He'd have to wait. "I don't have any food."
The snake lowered its head and began to move again. Silently, Harry wished the snake could get something to eat, hopefully it would find a mouse.
Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore began to style his hair slick back. Professor McGonagall was fuming. They recieved the information from Arabella Fig that Harry Potter was taken by the Dursleys on a trip. The Dursleys returned, but not Harry Potter. Dumbledore's plan was going awry. But it would be fixed. Dumbledore just needed to track down Harry, which would be easy. He'd placed down a tracking charm on Harry's scar. He wouldn't let the boy-who-lived get lost now, would he? No. Harry plays a key role in Dumbledore's long game.
"I told you, Albus. I pleaded with you to not leave Harry Potter with those crudes!"
Why couldn't she understood the reasons of why they needed to leave Harry Potter with the Dursleys. Albus Dumbledore knew. It would build Harry's moral compass, the difference between good and bad. In order to know good, bad must first be recognized. Another reason is so that Harry could be more persuaded to the light side. Albus already knew Harry would have to become a part of the light side, however it would make the process a bit more, easier and comfortable for both parties involved. Click. Albus locked his briefcase. He needed to look like a muggle businessman. And so he did. "I'm going to get Harry Potter, Minerva. I think you may have to call Remus Lupin."
"Remus Lupin can't care for Harry! He doesn't even know the Wizarding world exists."
Albus moved his hand over his sweaty brow. "I'll take care of him, Minerva."Albus then quickly apparated.