I don't own Harry Potter
Flashback
Parseltongue
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Harry Potter shot up. His head slamming into the low hanging roof over his head. His face was drenched in sweat as he looked around the dim lighted cupboard. His breath came in short pants as he tried to recall what he had dreamed,
"That was some dream," Harry muttered to himself.
"Magic," he chuckled to himself; "If only."
But maybe? It couldn't hurt to try.
Harry concentrated and held out his hand; his palm outstretched pointing towards the dirty towel in the corner of his cupboard. He swished and flicked his hand and said quietly;
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
He watched in disappointment as the towel lay there unmoving. Harry sat down on the floor dejected and frustrated
"So it was all a dream…" Harry muttered to himself.
Harry sat there in silence for a while until he recanted the story of Wizard Baruffio and the dangers of mis pronunciation.
He had to say it loud and clear to make it work,
"Wingardium Leviosa!" He said forcefully pointing his hand as hard as he could at the towel.
He could of sworn the corner of the towel moved. Ecstatic Harry tried yet again this time a little louder;
"Wingardium Leviosa!" He bellowed loudly!
He watched blankly as nothing happened yet again. He resisted the urge to scream in frustration.
He glared at the towl, gritting his teeth. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he screamed.
Suddenly he heard Vernon clamoring loudly down the stairs. Harry jumped looking around frantically.
"Boy!" Vernon yelled.
Harry quickly calmed himself and sat down trying to appear normal. Had he kept his eyes on the towl he would have seen it shoot up about a foot off the ground for a second before falling down.
The Cupboard door was wretched open, the shadow of a creature the size of a tuskless Walrus loomed in the doorway.
"Freak!" He yelled heatedly. "Us normal people are sleeping!"
Timidly a deflated Harry apologized "Sorry Uncle Vernon."
Vernon looked at him attempting to size him up before nodding gruffly.
"Go make breakfast boy!" he barked.
Harry nodded and drearily made his way out of the cupboard.
Vernon grumbled incoherently and waddled away.
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Harry was buggered. He wasn't supposed to do good in school.
It wasn't that he wasn't smart, he was definitely one of the smartest kids. He had learned from a young age it was best to dumb himself down to the intelligence levels of Dudley so in other words to show no intelligence. When he outperformed Baby Walrus he was beat into unconsciousness.
And that led to Harry's current predicament; in school today they had a pretest on the entire years curriculum. Harry had never had a problem trying on pretests in the past, this time however was different; he had unexplainably scored 100% on the pretest. This of course led to his current problem, the Dursleys were on their way to the school to discuss with his teacher him moving up a grade.
So yeah he was buggered.
Petunia Dursley sauntered into the office. Harry nervously shifted in his seat wringing his hands together.
"Harry!" Petunia cried. She bent over and wrapped her bony arms around his thin frame and squeezed him tight.
"Play along or it will be no food for a year." Petunia hissed.
Harry went rigid before shakily attempting to reciprocate the hug.
Petunia quickly pulled away and sat down on another chair.
"So what seems to be the issue Mrs. Stevens?" Petunia asked his teacher.
"He did nothing wrong Mrs. Dursley, quite the opposite in fact." Mrs. Stevens addressed Petunia. "He scored the first perfect score I've ever seen on the pretest of this entire years curriculum!" "What's more when I looked at Harry's grades last year they were below average." Mrs. Stevens explained, astonished.
Petunia fixed Harry with a glare.
"I'm sorry," Harry said reflexively.
Petunia forced her face to soften; and looked at him with a look of mock sympathy.
Mrs. Stevens looked at them in confusion.
Petunia pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes, clenching Harry's hand tightly in her other hand.
"You see," she sniffled. "We always knew Harry was a genius, th-that he was smarter then all the other kids." "But I was worried they would send Harry off to some posh boarding school, that I wouldn't get to s-see him." "So I asked him to pretend not to be a prodigy s-so we could stay together, I know it was wrong but I couldn't lose m-my baby!" At that point Petunia dissolved into full blown hysterics.
Harry had to admit that acting performance was Oscar worthy. Mrs. Stevens was now trying to awkwardly comfort the bawling Aunt Petunia.
After a while once they had all regained some composure, Mrs. Stevens addressed them again;
"We won't make you send him away dear, we can move him up a grade instead."
"No," Petunia replied. "My Harry is a fast learner, a standard education won't satisfy his needs no matter what grade." Petunia sniffled. "We'll look into alternative methods."
Shortly after they left the office and drove home.
The moment they were through the doors of Number 4, Privet Drive Petunia grabbed Harry by the ear and dragged him to his cupboard.
"Aunt Petunia please;" Harry protested feebly.
'Cupboard for a week," she snapped.
"I didn't mean-,"
"Two weeks."
"But-"
"Three."
Harry wisely decided to shut up.
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At around eight Vernon came home.
Harry cramped in the dark cupboard could only hear bits and pieces of their conversation.
"Freak got a perfect score on his test today." Petunia explained.
"HE DID WHAT!" Vernon yelled.
"He obviously cheated," Petunia said haughtily.
"I'LL TEACH THAT BOY NOT TO SHOW UP DUDDERS!" Vernon screamed.
He heard the sound of Vernon rising out of his chair and Harry tried to find a place to hide being a tiny cupboard there was none.
He felt Vernon's meaty hands grab his hair and against his will he was pulled out of the cupboard.
Vernon lazily swung a fist and it caught Harry in the stomach. Harry fell to the ground in a daze.
Blow after blow landed on Harry repeatedly all his bones breaking, his body beaten and bruised.
After a while Vernon managed to grow tired of using his fists, and grabbed him around the neck hurling him into the wall by the cupboard.
Harry's hopes were high when he saw Vernon vanished vanished into the kitchen seemingly done for the night but they were dashed when he saw Vernon come back with a knife.
"Never again will you show up Dudley!" Vernon boasted smugly. "You thought you could be better then us normal people!"
"You'll always just be a freak!" Vernon roared triumphantly.
As Vernon stalked towards a helpless Harry, unable to move he was struck with a sense of dejavu.
"Today is the end of Harry Potter." Voldemort boasted smugly. "You thought you could challenge the might of the Greatest Wizard of All Time."
"You thought wrong!" Voldemort yelled triumphantly.
In his dream he had blasted him with a "Confringo" could it work here? Did it hurt to try?
As Vernon loomed over Harry; Harry visualized the explosion coming out of him and blasting Vernon across the room like it did in his dream.
Harry weakly raised his hand and whispered;
"Confringo."
A blast shot out of his outstretched hand and Vernon flew across the room into the wall with a loud thump.
It was at that very moment Harry's injuries combined with magical exhaustion caught up to him and he lost the battle to consciousness and fell unconscious.
