Warning Signs
In Godric's Hollow, Godric's Hollow, muggles lived peacefully with their magical counterparts. They didn't know the magic that went on behind many closed doors, couldn't see the occasional building, but it was all there, hidden in plain sight. It was the birthplace to many famous wizards, including its namesake, Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A small cottage in this quaint English village belonged to the Potter family; Auror James Potter, housewife Lily Potter nee Evans, and their young son, Harry James Potter. They've lived in the cottage since 1978, when James and Lily married. It had been a wedding gift from James' father, who called the cottage their starter home. "Just until you're older and your family begins to grow." Fleamont Potter said.
You wouldn't be able to tell it, but there was a war being fought every day. When James wasn't working under Ministry hours, he was with the Order of the Phoenix, an organization headed by Albus Dumbledore to oppose the Dark Lord where the Ministry didn't. Lily sat at home and worried her husband wouldn't be back that night. She wished to go out and stand beside him, but couldn't leave their son unprotected.
In the early afternoons, Harry played outside in the backyard. His mum sat watching him move through the grass, clinging and ripping out clumps of dirt. He crawled, looking like a snake slithering, and giggled at his own, personal jokes. When he found a worm, he'd pull it apart and fling the pieces to opposite directions. He smashed insects with his palms, throwing the corpses up into the air. Whenever he one big enough, he would sit a spider on his knee and pull off its legs. He'd try to count them, but at the age of three he could only get to six before he got distracted, lost where he was and begin repeating numbers. You would think the creepy crawlies would know better than enter the yard after time, but they continued to unknowingly file in.
"You shouldn't do that." Lily told Harry once, seeing him twist the leg off a squirming spider. "How would like it if someone pulled your leg off?"
"Not a bug." Harry pointed to his chest before he returned to his mission.
"I said stop!" Lily said, smacking the back of Harry's hand. The spider, missing two legs, fell between the blades of grass. "Go inside, now! I don't want to see you hurting them again! It's not nice, Harry."
The boy pouted and went inside. Next time he went into the yard, he continued whenever he knew his mum was distracted by something.
yet another drabble! I write more drabbles than I do actual stories lmao. This is the tenth story I've posted on this account and I'm actually sorta proud? I'm working on this big ass story rn, but i think I'm gonna try to use this drabble to create a story where Harry's a psychopath?
The Mcdonald triad is a trio of qualities that some people believe that, when combined, are preemptive signs of a future violent character with serial offenses. it's 1. arson 2. animal cruelty 3. bed-wetting past the age of five
I gave Harry no. 2 in this drabble through cruelty to bugs in the backyard of Potter Cottage. He's three years old here.
fyi; mainstream psychologists don't label anyone as psychopaths anymore. I think the closest thing is Anti-Social Personality Disorder, and no that doesn't mean you don't like being around people. Anti-Social Personality Disorder is a disregard of social norms because you believe yourself to be above them, lack of emotions or care, I think also narcissism and I few other qualities.