Summary: What if Harry Potter was actually schizophrenic?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: If you'd like to, just inform me if you guys would like me to continue with this. I also don't own Harry Potter nor those little notes on Schizophrenia.
Schizophrenia is a complex illness. Mental health experts are not sure what causes events may trigger schizophrenia in people who are at risk for it. Schizophrenia symptoms usually develop slowly over months or years. Sometimes you may have many symptoms, and at other times you may only have a few symptoms.
Prologue
Locked in the closet under the stairs of number 4 Privet Drive is a little boy of about 5 years of age. He can hear the people in the house. They broke in, he's sure of it! The Dursleys are already sleeping but he can hear the murmurs of people speaking! He can't get out of the closet but what happens when they find him!
In the den the television continues its job all through the night. The little boy doesn't sleep.
The little boy is now six and at school. In one of the stalls of the washroom he hides. He knows that once the bell rings he will be safe but until then… He hears things. People walking, people screaming and people hunting. They were all here to kill him!
"Where are you freak!?"
The little boy flinched, and tensed up for the inevitable.
The bell rings and saves him. He gets out of the stall and looks around. Good, they were gone.
The boy is now seven and is running from school to number 4 privet drive. He does this every day. Why? Because people are chasing after him. They are all big and fast. The last time, they had almost caught him but he'd been able to get in the house before they were able to catch him.
If you looked at the kid that was running you'd see the fear on his face but you wouldn't know what he was running from. The street is always empty at this time.
At the age of eight we find the boy at the back of his class, looking around, never letting his eyes rest at one place. He knows they are close but he can't see them. He can hear them but he doesn't know what they say. They are all around him!
"Harry, are you alright?"
The boy jumps in his seat and turns to look at the teacher. Is she one of them? He nods his head just in case. She looks at him strangely then nods her head and walks back to the front of the class.
The boy looks down at his desk and starts to write on the test.
The boy, now nine, was lost and panicking. He knew that he should have stayed close to the Dursleys. Now they were sure to get him! He walked along the aisles, searching and making sure to stay an arm's length away from anyone that could grab him. He could hear the voices and he knew they were close to get him. He had to find the Dursleys, now!
And that's when it happened. In the midst of the panic and paranoïa, someone grabbed him.
The thief had had a plan. Grab a kid, get a gun against his head and get the money. No one liked it when a kid got hurt. What he hadn't thought of was after he got what he wanted.
In the end, the police were able to get the thief without the child getting hurt. The child was then given back to the family and all went back to normal. The only problem was that the boy was now absolutely certain that they were out to get him. He would need to prepare.
At the bank this morning is a very strange sight. The boy, who is now ten years of age, wants to open a bank account and make a will. He knows that if he does this he will finally have some security. If they do capture him he can at least offer them something to keep him safe. Though, he does not know if fifty dollars will be enough.
The money he had took him a while to scrounge up. He mowed lawns even if he was in plain sight and he could see the shadows taunting him. He needed to be strong and if he stayed in plain sight they wouldn't be able to get him. They'd tried before and it had failed!
He did the groceries for Mrs. Figg and a few other people on the street and he even helped babysit some of the younger kids. The Dursleys didn't seem to mind as long as he was gone for most of the day.
So now here he was at the bank. He'd already went to a few other banks to see how they operated. What kind of security they had, how much interest they gave, ext. He would make sure that his money stayed safe from them!
The bank manager didn't quite understand the little boy who sat in front of him. He sat on the chair, tense, with no expression on his face. But he was professional either way and the boy had all the papers that he would need. He would make sure to help this boy as much as possible.
The boy was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall furthest away from the door. There was no way that they would get him by surprise. The boy, who would be eleven at midnight, agreed with his relatives.
When he'd seen the first letter he had thought that they were changing tactics. And after hearing his relatives talk through the door… he was now convinced that they were finally coming for him and they wouldn't stop until they had him. Did he prepare enough?
The Dursleys, his uncle in particular, had finally found the perfect spot for them to stay. It was a light house on a rock on the side of the ocean. The boy only hoped that the people chasing them wouldn't be that stupid and try to find them in the storm. On second thought, if they wanted to die…
"BOOM!"
(a few moments later)
The giant man talked about a whole society that was hidden from the world. He spoke of magic and fantastical creatures. He even gave Dudley a pig tail. But the thoughts of the little boy were far from joyful.
They were here. They were going to take him away and there was nothing he could do about it. From what he could understand from the letter that the large man had given him, they didn't care about money. All they wanted was
"You!"
He didn't outwardly show that he was surprised by the voice but inside he was panicking. Over the years he'd noticed that the murmurs were beginning to give way to a voice. Now it seemed that the voice had broken through. He wondered what it wanted but he was too busy to ask.
He looked up when everything was silent. The giant, Hagrid, was looking at him expectantly. Well, even if they wanted him it wasn't like he was going to make it easy for them.
"I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard."
In the end, it didn't matter what he said, this man Hagrid had answers for every question and even had a back story to the little boys existence. He had no choice in following the large man unless he wanted them to know that he was unto them. The voice that had come forth from the murmurs gave him a little piece of advice.
"Bid your time, be a good little boy and when their backs are turned… you strike!"