Inner Thoughts: Chapter 1 - Growing
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Summary: They hated him. They regularly beat him and one day, it all exploded and he found himself sort of flying. AU where Harry becomes an uncontrollable Obscurus.
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Warning(s): Blood. Only a little bit...
Pairing(s): None
Spoiler(s): None
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"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Flashbacks and Dreams
"Parseltongue"
A/N and etc
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I get any money from writing this fanfiction
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A/N: Thoughts on this... what if? Also, I didn't edit this. I only wrote this on the sofa and published it.
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They beat him, degrade him, and use him for menial work. It was a miracle that he hadn't done anything yet since many cases like this, ended with the victim killing the people who hurt them. Perhaps they were right and they just didn't see it... yet.
Harry Potter was always considered strange. He was often teased for being smaller than others, thinner than others, paler than others, and wearing hand-me-down clothes to school. But that all ended when he 'died' just a year after starting primary school and started to work full-time at the Dursleys.
Maybe that's why he was being belted by his Uncle when he had a bad day. Maybe that's why he no longer got new clothes except for when they got too big for him... which never happens. Maybe that's why his Aunt hit him with a frying pan and maybe that's why all the feelings inside exploded and he found himself feeling... not very solid.
Before he knew it, the house was being destroyed and unfortunately, his relatives were not at home. One going shopping, one at school, and the other at work. It was no surprise when a car pulled down the road and his relatives came out, gasping, but he didn't notice their expressions. All he noticed was that his enemy was there and he had to kill. One thing he was surprised about was people appearing out of mid-air wearing robes and waving sticks around.
"Hurry!" Rufus Scrimgeour ordered. "Ward the house, obliviate the muggles!"
The Head Auror was about to bark at the other Aurors for staying still when Albus Dumbledore spoke with his calm, grandfatherly voice.
"Rufus, my boy, what is going on?"
Before the Auror spoke, a black, near-transparent mist came over, screeching every now-and-then but the most alarming part of the whole thing was how the mist was speeding towards a very fat walrus-looking man. Soon enough, the Auror behind him got enough courage to rush towards the fat man and created a barrier that seemed to keep the mist out.
The mist made another inhumane screech before speeding off the other direction.
"What is that?" Rufus managed.
For once, the twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was absent. He replied solemnly, "Harry Potter,"
Speechless, Dumbledore continued. "Harry Potter has become an Obscurial."
"That's Harry Potter?" one of the Aurors cried as the beefy, fat man pushed him to the ground.
The beefy man turned purple and roared with rage. "You- Freaks! Abomination, waste of space, good-for-nothing!"
Thankfully, no one listened to the insults and were distracted as they moved their eyes around and looked for Harry Potter.
"...I do not wish to do this... but my niece, Susan played with Harry often when they were younger. Should I get her?" Amelia Bones said.
"Please," Dumbledore replied as he took out his wand.
Ten minutes later, Amelia appeared again on the destroyed lawns of Privet Drive with her red-headed niece in tow.
Susan looked around, desperately looked for Harry from the rubble. From what Aunt Amelia had told her in a short amount of time, it wasn't good. Suddenly, she heard a screech and a dark mist sped towards her and in an instant, she knew who it was.
"Harry," she said. The mist froze but the dark clouds still moved, circulating around. "We used to play when we were younger. I'm Susan, remember?"
"No-good Freaks!" Vernon Dursley shouted once again, this time claiming the mist's attention.
"Harry," Susan said, trying to catch the mist's attention. "We used to do pranks and play around with our parents, remember?"
Suddenly, the mist seemed to shake, then it turned into a young boy, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt that covered his elbows and was also covered in blood.
"Susie," Harry rasped out. His whole body was covered in bruises and blood. Some of the blood was dry, some were still bleeding profusely and many of the bruises looked fresh and overlayed by older bruises.
"Harry!" Susan cried. "Are you okay?"
"Welston! Get the muggles in custody and get Harry Potter to St. Mungo's," Amelia ordered. She added, "Critical condition!"
Young Harry was taken to St. Mungo's and had to go through several surgeries to fix many parts of the skin. Overall, the worst part seemed to be the eye and the right arm. His left eye seemed to have been taken out of the socket, leaving it empty but still covered to keep it from infecting. His right hand was twisted and broken beyond recognition. It would be a miracle if he would regain full use of his arm.
"Aunt Amelia," Susan said softly. "Why was Harry like that? Why was Harry a mist?"
Amelia Bones glanced at her niece and crouched down.
"Susan," she said. "Some muggles don't like magic. Not all, but some. Harry's relatives hated magic too and that caused Harry to become that... mist,"
Susan looked to be deep in thought. She said, "Will he get better? Will we go to Hogwarts together?"
Amelia nearly cried at the hopeful look. There was a low possibility that Harry could go to Hogwarts. Even if he could use magic even with the Obscurus inside him, there was a high chance that he would die by the time his tenth birthday came. Harry was eight at the moment and that meant there wasn't much time left. It was sad but she ended up replying, "Maybe, Susan. Maybe,"
Susan looked confused at the reply but sat down again in one of the waiting chairs in St. Mungo's. Soon, she fell asleep and was later jolted awake by her Aunt standing up.
"Aunt Amelia?" Susan whispered as she rubbed her eyes. "Aunt Amelia?"
Amelia walked over to Susan and smiled. "Harry's done with his surgery. We can go see him now,"
Susan perked up at this and bounced the whole time while walking to the room. When they opened the door, the first thing she noticed was how Harry looked much better.
The bruises on his face were pretty much gone and the bandages kept the wounds from bleeding, making him look less like a zombie. His right arm was in a cast and his left eye was covered with a bandage that was wrapped around his head. The hospital gown fit Harry snugly and overall, he looked much better than before.
Susan took a step forward and nearly backed away when she saw Harry open his eyes.
"Susie?" he croaked. Harry struggled to turn his head. When he did, he smiled, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Harry," she said. "I'm glad you remembered me,"
Harry closed his eyes for a moment. "Remember you and me... pranks with Mum and Dad. Dad laughing."
Susan laughed softly and walked over to Harry. She took Harry's uninjured hand... or the hand that wasn't in a cast and squeezed it gently.
The door opened. "Visiting time's over-" the healer's eyes widened at the sight and quickly ran out of the room, coming back with another healer that Amelia recognized as Healer Jackson. With one look, Healer Jackson nodded and said;
"An Obscurus trying to protect its host. Rare, but not impossible," he said. "Add to the fact that he seems to have a very big magical core. I'll come back later to check up on you,"
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Ten days passed and Harry was finally well enough to leave. Although he still wore an eyepatch -the doctors saying that it was not possible to fix it immediately with magic will all the swelling in the eye even though they fixed the bit of infection- and a cast, the healers deemed it to be okay to leave.
Ever since the Privet Drive destruction incident, it had been important that he was taken away from his relatives so that another incident like that didn't occur. Fortunately, Amelia had taken in Harry and was working on healing Harry.
Unfortunately, there are no known cures for Obscurials except making Harry feel needed and welcomed and even if they did make him feel needed and welcome, the possibility of the parasite leaving was extremely rare.
At the moment, Harry's birthday was nearing and soon he would turn nine, making his tenth birthday even closer.
"Harry,"
"... Yes, Auntie Amelia?" Harry replied softly. Ever since coming home, Amelia had asked Harry to call her Auntie or Aunt Amelia since he and Susan would be living together.
"What would you like for your birthday?" Amelia asked.
Harry shrugged and returned to drawing. He was on the carpet of the living room, legs sprawled out, clutching his dear sketchbook that Amelia had bought a few days after he woke up in the hospital.
Amelia sighed and remembered that it wouldn't be easy to get Harry to open up. Since Harry had grown up in a place where he wasn't allowed to voice his thoughts or ask for anything, he wasn't used to being asked his own opinion.
"Do you want another sketchbook?"
Harry nodded slowly, using his left hand to lift his right arm. Most of it was healed along with the fingers but the bones right by his elbow were still somewhat fractured and had to be healed naturally because of all the skele-grow they used on the other bones.
"Oh- and Harry? Susan's going to go have a playdate with Hannah, Hannah Abbott tomorrow. Do you want to go with her or have a playdate with a boy instead?" Amelia asked. "I'm not going to be there though. I have emergency work that day,"
Harry nodded. "Boy," he replied.
Amelia nodded. "I'll ask Molly Weasley and Augusta Longbottom if they're open tomorrow,"
In the end, Harry was supposed to have a playdate with one of the Weasley boys. Secretly, Amelia hoped that it was the youngest male, Ronald Weasley, but at the same time, she had heard about how prejudiced he was on many things.
The next day, Susan was flooed to Hannah's house while Harry went to the Weasley house. Sadly, the minute Harry got there he felt like he wanted to bolt right out of the place even though he got a suppressing potion from the healer to take once in a while when he was going outside to keep the Obscurus away. It wasn't much since it was dangerous to continuously use the potion but just a little when they were going to a new place or a place that was filled with people.
"Harry!" Molly said warmly. "My name is Molly Weasley and welcome to the Burrow!" she hugged Harry and patted his back. "Here, let me introduce you to my sons."
At that moment, Ronald came into the living room and gasped when he looked at the forehead.
"Harry Potter?" he said in disbelief. "Guys, Harry Potter's here!"
"Ronald Weasley!" Molly shrieked. She grabbed Ronald's ear and dragged him towards her. "I cannot believe you! Treating Harry like some kind of animal!"
Ronald wasn't listening. Instead, he was thinking of games to play with Harry and looking at the eyepatch that covered Harry's left eye and the cast that was on Harry's right arm.
"Harry Potter? Don't be silly mother, there's no way Harry Potter would be here," one of the Weasley boys said.
"Well, it is Harry Potter so you can be quiet and treat Harry nicely Charlie Weasley!" Molly replied. "I didn't introduce everyone did I? That's Ronald ("It's Ron mum!") and the young man in front of you is Charlie. Those two in the back are twins and they're Fred and George ("Gred and Forge!" was the reply), the one in the glasses is Percy, and our youngest, Ginevra (she meeped)"
"Well, Harry-"
"Welcome to the Burrow-"
"Where cranky gnomes live-"
"Grouchy ghouls sleep-"
"And if you're lucky enough-"
"You'll see our dearest Willy!" the last part was said in tandem.
"I told you, it's Bill!" came the grouchy reply. A young man with shoulder-length hair came in. "My name's Bill. Nice to meet you," he held out his hands.
Slowly, Harry reached out and shook his hand. Suddenly, a hand grabbed Harry's other arm and dragged him out.
"C'mon Harry! Let's play Quidditch!" Ron said enthusiastically. He began to talk about how he was the best and how everyone would be jealous that he played with the Harry Potter. Halfway, Harry began to feel scared, being reminded of his time with the Dursleys. Thankfully, the suppressor kept most of it bottled up but somehow some of the feelings leaked out at that moment and he realized that the potion might wear off if Ron didn't stop dragging him.
"Hey mate?"
Harry looked up wearily.
"C'mon, if you're going to play Quidditch, you need to take off that eye-thing!" suddenly, hands grabbed the strap of his eyepatch and he felt the suppressing potion break with all the feelings coming right back at him.
Harry did the only thing that seemed to make sense. He screamed and shook as he felt himself turn less solid and before he knew it, all he saw was Dudley.
That couldn't be Harry Potter. Harry Potter was good. He defeated You-Know-Who. He fought dragons and had a lot of girlfriends. He wasn't some kind of black monster.
"Mum!" Ron screamed when he saw the mist speed towards him. He dropped the eyepatch and fell on his butt.
Molly turned around and ran towards the backyard with the others in tow. She expected him to have fallen off his broom while playing or screamed when he lost. Not on the ground with a black cloudy mist speeding towards him. She took out her wand and created a shield so that the cloudy mist doesn't come near her child.
"Bloody hell..." she heard one of her sons say. For this one time, she didn't correct whoever said that. Bloody hell indeed.
"Where's Harry?" Ginny squeaked. Molly unconsciously pushed Ginny behind her. It was true. Where was Harry?"
"Ron! Where's Harry?" She yelled. She waved her wand around and made a shield to cover her family.
Ron continued to scream but pointed at the cloudy mist. That can't be, Harry can't be that. She was about to berate her son when she saw the mist retreating and there was the boy she had been asking for. Harry.
Harry fell to his feet and immediately dropped to the ground and began to tremble and shake, mumbling incoherent things.
"No way..." Charlie muttered. "It can't be! Harry can't be that- that- thing!"
"But I saw him. We all did," Bill said, rubbing his arms.
Harry looked around and trembled harder when he saw that everyone was staring at him with the same feeling. Fear. He felt himself becoming non-solid again and would've turned again if it wasn't for the scream.
"Harry!"
Harry turned around shakily and saw Susan running towards her with another girl behind. She was blonde and wore a black dress.
"Harry!" Susan screamed again as she neared the boy she thought as a brother. "Are you okay?" she watched as Harry shook his head and trembled, putting his knees under his chin and rocking up and down.
"That's Harry Potter," Hannah gasped. "You live with Harry Potter?"
"Yes- where's his eyepatch?" Susan asked as she raised Harry's left bang up that covered his eye. She heard a gasp behind her but ignored it. Susan looked around and saw the eyepatch under the youngest Weasley boy's hand. "Weasley! The... youngest one, give me the eyepatch!"
Ron scrambled up and threw the eyepatch at her. "Didn't want to touch something that belonged to a monster anyways!"
Susan caught the eyepatch and put it on Harry, only to feel his trembling double. Probably because of what he said.
"Don't listen to him," she whispered soothingly into her ear. "You're not a monster. You're never one."
When Harry's trembling lessened, she asked if he could stand and helped him stand up. Susan faced the Weasley Matriarch.
"Hello. My name is Susan Bones and this is my friend Hannah Abbott. We were playing by the park over there-" she pointed at the park up the hill. "when I heard a scream. Sorry, I heard from Aunt Amelia that he was here today so I came running,"
"Nice to meet you, dear," Molly replied. She gently took Ron's hand and pulled him behind her. "About Harry..."
"We should wait for my Aunt to come," Susan said. "She could explain it better than me,"
Molly nodded and told the boys to clear out of the narrow hallway. "Yes, yes. Anyways, tea?"
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A/N: First chapter! I do hope that I can update soon and it will be longer or as long as this.
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