Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be mine.
Prologue: Getting Things Straight
Harry's POV
'Breaking News!'
The breaking news headline caught my attention. I stood up from my spot on the floor and cracked my back. Aunt Petunia was having me scrub the floors for the guests that were coming tonight. They were business partners of Uncle Vernon's so the place needed to be spotless. Of course, I was the one to do all the cleaning.
'One month ago the world powers were contacted by extra terrestrials. The message they received was one of peace, thankfully.'
Now that was interesting. Wonder what they could have wanted though. With a bitter sigh I went back to scrubbing. I never got to go anywhere in the muggle world anyway, so chances are I wouldn't get to see one of them. In the background I heard Petunia shout for Dudley to come inside and watch the news. With loud thundering steps he rushed inside. I could smell his sweat from his short run over the ammonia on my rag and snorted quietly to try and get rid of the smell.
Pretty soon I worked myself into a rhythm with the rag, and the conversation just in the other room became background noise.
"What should we do? The broadcast says one of them is moving here." Petunia said to Vernon.
"Tell them to leave. We've got enough frea-" Vernon tried to reply.
'The aliens, Trolls as they call themselves, were fleeing a tyrannical empress. In return they offered their technology.'
Greet them like any other neighbors. But don't talk to them unless absolutely necessary. We've got enough freaks in this town, but at least these freaks have sense." He finished. Like water, his usual insult (read:name) for me rolled off my back like it would a ducks. I continued my scrubbing.
"Yes dear. But I have to wonder where in the neighborhood this... Troll, will be living." Petunia said. Vernon snorted in distaste. Dudley decided he'd heard enough about the aliens, probably because none of them were being killed or blown up in comical ways, and waddled back outside.
"No where near my house I hope." Vernon said. The sound of the news paper being flipped open sounded, and I knew that the conversation had ended. Once uncle opened his news paper all conversation with him stopped. I sniffled quietly and moved onto the next part of the floor. The ammonia was bothering me again, and that part of the floor was so clean I could see my face in it. Just the way my loving 'family' liked it. Funny how the 'freak' did more work than the 'decent folk'. Only two and a half months till I get to go back to Hogwarts.
About a week had passed since the news announcement, and the troll was moving in. The neighbors at number 6 had moved out two days before. They had said at their going away party, hosted at the Dursleys, that they were going to move to America anyway so they may as well give the home up for a good cause. I couldn't really bring myself to care, the neighbors at number 6 had been utter jerks, but I was interested in the Troll.
From my room I watched the moving truck pull up. The first person to exit the car opened the back of the car, and the next opened the door to the house. The last person to exit was obviously the Troll. The first thought I had was, 'Wow this guy is tall.' He could've given Hagrid a run for his money in the height department.
I continued watching the movers. My chores were done for the day, at least until the next time they needed me. The Troll moved with a rather...lazy gait. He moved like everything else was moving around him. And he had clown face paint. And polka dot pants. Did this have something to do with their culture? The trolls that'd been in the news all week hadn't been nearly as... weird as this one.
"Boy! Get outside and water the flowers! And don't you dare talk to the troll!" My head slumped forward, and beside me on the desk Hedwig hooted. So much for rest. I was hoping I could watch a little longer. Or read one of the many books that Dudley had abandoned.
I made my way downstairs, and out the door. The heat hit me and I felt sweat pool at my neck. I'd have to make sure I drank from the hose. Avoid dehydration and all that. Taking a moment to look around the neighborhood, I saw more than one window curtain opened to peer outside. Several eyes looked pointedly at me disapprovingly and I sighed. Hello rumors, old friend. I haven't seen you in a while. Dudley had gone to stay with Piers for the weekend, so I at least didn't have to worry about him.
I found the hose and began to water to magnolias. Maybe after this I could take a nap. Yeah, no, bad idea. The nightmares from my fight in the Chamber of Secrets kept recurring. Tom's arrogant smirk.
Ginny's motionless body.
The horrible slithering of the Basilisk.
Stabbing through its head and hearing its pain filled screams, and then pain pain so much pain-
"Heeeey motherfucker."
Wait what? I turned around and saw the troll standing just on the edge of the property. My confusion must have showed because he repeated himself.
"Hey motherfucker. I was just wondering if you could all up and show this motherfucker around the neighborhood. I just got to this miraculous little spot so I was wondering if you could help a brother out." I took a second to understand what he said. Then I looked at the window. The Dursleys told me not to talk to him, but he was the only one in this neighborhood who wasn't convinced I was the devil reborn. Should I do this?
"Sure." I replied. Turning the hose off and putting it away I wiped off my hands on my ratty clothes and offered it to the troll. He stared at it for a second before shaking it.
"My name's Harry Potter. What's yours?" I asked.
"Gamzee motherfucking Makara." I turned and began to move down the street. There would be consequences later, but for now there was one person in this place that didn't hate me.