Hello, so I'd just like to say that I haven't abandoned my other fanfic, and I will update The Family who Lived soon, but I just had this idea and I had to write it!
So here's my new story and I hope that you enjoy it as much as I like writing it! The next chapter will be up soon due to my enthusiasm!
Enjoy :)
Harry lay on his back, scrawny arms by his slim sides, staring up at the familiar sloped ceiling of his cupboard. He sighed. He was hungry. He wondered if his Aunt would let him out later for a bit of supper, but he knew better than to get his hopes up over things like that. Outside, he heard Dudley screaming and wailing loudly.
"I want chocolate!" He cried. There was a muffled thud; it sounded like he was stamping his foot.
"But Dudders, you've only just had dessert, sweetie," Aunt Petunia said in soft simpering tones that were never directed at Harry. His Uncle chuckled.
"Let the little tyke have his chocolate, Petunia," Harry could picture his great red chins wobbling as he spoke. "Get the brat to fetch him some."
That was always the way it had been. Despite Harry and Dudley both being the same age, Dudley resembled an obese eight year old whale, rather than a five year old child, whereas Harry barely even passed for five. He was thin and boney, naturally skinny (and unnaturally due to improper meals), compared with his cousin's bulk.
"Boy!" There was a sharp rap on his cupboard door, making him jump, and he heard the sound of the slide-lock drawing across. "Up! Dudley needs chocolate!" Harry didn't understand why his Aunt and Uncle didn't love him as much as their own son, but he was used to it. Without complaint he emerged from his cupboard, blinking in the daylight.
"I want you to go to the shop," Aunt Petunia snapped, thrusting notes at him. "And if you spend it on anything else..." she warned. Harry nodded, looking up at his Aunt, his face innocent with childish youth.
"Yes Aunt Petunia," he replied meekly.
"Don't be long!" She hissed, shoving him out the door.
The hot summer sun felt good on Harry's skin after being cooped up inside his cupboard all day long. He dawdled along the road, jumping cracks in the pavement, stretching his arms out to the sides, pretending to be a bird.
The small five year old was unaware of the tall man watching from the shadows of the thick hedge along the street, happy to be in the fresh air. The tall man watched Harry with a smile on his face at the boy's antics, a wistful expression in his amber eyes. Those eyes roved over Harry's face, searching for any signs of injury, pain, sadness or illness; he was relieved when he found none other than slight shadows beneath the bright green eyes. He needed to sleep more, the man thought with a frown. He felt his blood boil at the way the muggles treated the child. As soon as I can, Harry, he vowed, I will come for you.
(HPHP)
Voldemort apparated to his house silently,a quiet pop the only indication he had ever been in Little Whinging, Surrey. Contrary to the entire wizarding world's belief, he had not, in fact, lost all of his powers four years ago in Godric's Hollow, nor had he lost his body. The only things he had lost, however, were his followers (the majority anyway), and his snake-like nose. He was secretly quite happy he no longer had serpent-like slits for nostrils; his human nose was much more attractive, and less frightening when he looked in the mirror.
'Master is back', Nagini hissed, raising her large head sleepily from atop her coils by the hearth, but not bothering to move. She was more like a dog than a snake.
'Yes Nagini', he smiled at her in amusement. A small mouse skittered from under the elegant green sofa, hovering warily in the center of the room to nibble a crumb, before flitting off. Voldemort raised an eyebrow at Nagini.
'Lazy?' He teased.
'Humph', Nagini huffed, 'I am not lazy. I will get it later.'
Voldemort rolled his eyes.
'How is the young snakelet, Master?' She asked as she uncoiled and slithered across the floor to wrap herself around his legs. He rubbed his forehead tiredly and ran a hand through his brown hair in slight agitation.
'He is still so small, Nagini, they do not feed him enough.'
Nagini hissed.
'Nagini could mother him better than those useless muggles,' she snapped with displeasure. He chuckled but it was a strained sound.
'They treat him like a servant,' he said in anger, 'he's only a child!'
His snake slid across his stomach, her familiar heavy weight comforting.
'When do you bring him home, Master?'
Voldemort surveyed the room, his crimson-amber eyes taking in the disrepaired ceiling, the walls barely held together by threads of magic, the white sheets covering the majority of the furniture. The house was barely fit for human habitation, let alone a child.
'As soon as the house is fixed,' he said softly. Then he would bring Harry home. Suddenly, a silver snake-shaped pendant around his neck flared red hot against his skin and he leapt to his feet in panic.
"Harry," he breathed. The pendant alerted him to when Harry was hurt, sick, in danger, any circumstance where he would need help. "I only left not even half an hour ago, what could have happened?" He muttered, worry spiking in his chest as he pulled his bone coloured wand from his robes with one slender hand and apparated to Privet Drive. It's okay child, I'm coming. Little did he know that his thoughts were heard by Harry. They always were whenever his emotions were at their strongest.
(HPHP)
It's okay child, I'm coming, the familiar voice made the five year old's already shaky knees go weak with relief. His Uncle's puce face was inches from his own, spittle spraying from his lips as he yelled.
"What did you say!" Vernon bellowed. Harry shrank back.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, but there boys took-" he tried to explain, clueless as to why his Uncle was so mad; it wasn't his fault. Uncle Vernon roared and the next thing Harry knew was a forceful whack to the side of his head and he was flying through the air, landing with a whimper on the carpet. His Uncle crossed the distance between them menacingly.
"What did you do with it?" He shouted. Harry shot to his feet instinctively, backing away.
"I, I don't u,understand, sir?" He trembled. Why was he so furious? Harry hadn't bee able to stop the older boys from stealing the money his Aunt had given him for Dudley's chocolate.
"You good for nothing, useless little FREAK!" Vernon yanked great tufts out of his mustache, making him look positively terrifying. He lunged forwards and caught his nephew roughly by the neck of his T-Shirt. "We took you in, fed you, clothed you, and this is how you repay us!" He hollered. Harry closed his eyes in terror.
"Get in there and don't come out!" Vernon threw him into his cupboard mercilessly, making Harry's shoulder jar against the back wall. "And no meals for a week!" His cupboard was familiarly dark and musty, the only source of light the thin slivers creeping in through the slats on the grate. His watery green eyes could just make out the wobbly paper sign which read 'Harrys Room', sellotaped to the door, written a few weeks ago as soon as he'd learned to write wobbly letters. He curled up into a small ball and sniffled, tears sliding down his cheeks. His head hurt and his shoulder felt like it was on fire.
Where was the voice now? It had said it was coming, but it wasn't here.
(HPHP)
Voldemort arrived in Little Whinging on the side of the street opposite Privet Drive. Even here, he could hear Mr Dursley's angry shouts and his fear spiked.
"...useless little FREAK!"
He flinched in anger. How dare the man call Harry those names! His heart swelled in desperation to reach the child, making his wordless incantations to break through the protective wards on the house clumsy. He focused harder.
"...no meals for a week!" There was a loud crash and he winced. Harry, he thought in horror, his terror fueling his powers and he the wards fall with a ping. Casting a quick dillusion charm he half-walked, half-ran across the road and up the drive, magically unlocking the door.
He almost laughed at how easy it had been to overcome Dumbledore's foolish wards and enchantments. It would've been all too easy to get into Privet Drive and kill the boy if he'd wished, but no, as usual the manipulative bastard had the entire story wrong. He shuddered to think of a scenario where he would willingly pinch the child, let alone kill him. Silently closing the door behind him he slipped inside.
Come on, child, where are you? He thought quietly, watching in anger as the Dursley's, oblivious, sat in front of the TV, stuffing their faces unconcernedly. What I wouldn't give to live up to my lie of a reputation and murder them all, he thought savagely. And Dumbledore as well, who had fueled the lie, and taken everything he held most dearest to him.
His eyes fell on a cupboard under the stairs and his heart filled with dread. With a wave of his wand the bolt slid open and the tiny door opened to reveal sight which made his blood boil. An angry flick of his wrist made the Dursley's all freeze, and he crouched in front of the cupboard, slowly opening the door. Harry! He thought in horror. The small child lay curled up, clutching his shoulder, crying silently. He jumped as if he had heard Voldemort's thoughts and his bright green eyes opened.
"Harry," he whispered, reaching forwards and touching the boy's arm. Harry blinked at this and closed his eyes. The voice was familiar, it was the same as the one he heard in his head, but he knew it from somewhere else too, somewhere long ago...Harry struggled to sit up and let out a small yelp as pain shot through his shoulder like knives.
"Ssh ssh, child," Voldemort hushed, catching Harry as he fell back. He pressed a vial to Harry's lips. " Drink this, Harry, it will make your head and shoulder feel better." He almost smiled as Harry's innocent features screwed up in a grimace at the pain reliever potion.
"And this one," Voldemort gently held Dreamless Sleep to the boy's mouth. Harry shook his head.
"No, tastes yucky," he mumbled, leaning his head on Voldemort's shoulder.
"I know, love, but it will make you feel sleepy and then I can take you home."
He was not leaving Harry another minute with these muggles.
"You're taking me with you?" Harry asked, putting his thumb in his mouth. Voldemort nodded, carefully removing the small thumb and trickling the potion down Harry's throat. The boy's eyelids fluttered shut immediately and Voldemort smiled, holding the sleeping child. His strong arms held him securely as he picked him up and stood, glancing around the room one final time.
"Come on, son, let's go home," he murmured. They apparated out of Privet Drive just as the muggle news came on, and the frozen Dursley's watched with blank expressions.
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