Can You Hear Me?
Wandering Knolwedge
Summary: Since the day he was dropped off on their doorstep, Harry James Potter has been silenced by his relatives. When he finally learns of his heritage, feels his magic, sees the power behind a simple string of words, of spells, everything changes. It's time Harry was heard. Can you hear him now? Later Timeline!
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Chapter Zero – Prologue – Play
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"Mommy, who's that boy?" Three year old Eric Reed pointed at the boy meandering in their direction on the sidewalk. Little Eric and his mother, who lived in 12 Privet Drive with her loving husband and was heavily pregnant with their second child, were coming back from the local park after a play-date with the little girl who lived a few streets over.
Seeing where her son was pointing, Alice Reed hastily urged her son across the street to the opposite sidewalk, even though their home had just been two houses over from where they were previously standing.
"Don't look at him, sweetie, that boy is not good. He's a hooligan. I don't want to ever see you talking to that boy, do you understand me young man?" Slightly frightened and unwilling to provoke his mother again, the little boy did what every child does, and agreed to everything his mother said.
Across the way, ten year old Harold James Potter sneered in distain at the woman and her child as they crossed the street. His head was down and his hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his too-many-sizes-too-big grey army-pattern cargo pants. His hair hung thick and limp, and glinted blue in the shadows cast by the rising twilight. His eyes glowed an unearthly green behind a curtain of shadows as he slinked down the street, set on the park up ahead and the line of trees standing ominously in the dark just behind.
Weaving his way between the many obstacles on the playground, the dark and quiet child nudged a swing set out of his way with his arm, leaving an ominous clinking of chains to echo through the park.
Eventually making his way to the line of trees that surrounded the park, the boy followed a path all too familiar to him, eventually reaching a destination he had stood in front of countless times before.
Glancing around to make sure that nobody had followed him, he dropped to his knees and began digging into the soft earth with practiced movements. It was only seconds before he came upon exactly what he'd been looking for. Brushing the slight dusting of dirt that had coated itself over the objects, Harry pulled a pair of red earphones with black pads, and a small second generation iPod shuffle.
He let out a powerful, shuddering breath, closed his eyes, and slipped the headphones over his ears. He held the tiny, rectangular device in his small palm, thumbed the circular button on the face of the electronic that had changed his life, and hit play.
