Whispers in Harry's Head


A/N: Firstly, I would like to apologise for the lack of communication over the past few months or whatever it has been. I hope everyone is enjoying the start of their 2018!

If you notice, this is chapter two, despite the chapter already having four chapters. I have decided that I am not happy with the story so far, so cut it slightly. There wasn't enough build up. So here we are... Chapter 2! :)

Note: Italics represent 'the voice' thinking/talking inside of his head.

In the future bold italics will represent parseltongue.

In the future underlined italics will represent Harry's thoughts – yet that will be infrequent.

Enjoy…


The Shattering Glass

It wasn't until a little later into his childhood that Harry began to understand the voice in his head. From as young as he can remember he could always hear a voice in his head called Tom. He could hear this voice, but no one else could. He always wondered why there was so much going on inside of his head, all this noise and frustration. After many years the voice died down, and only then did it make much sense.

Harry was five at the time when he first started to listen to Tom. He was just starting in primary school when he first really began to understand what he was saying. Of course, Harry was always listening but he never really paid any attention.

His school teacher, Miss Green, was inviting everyone into the classroom on their first day of school. His uncle, Vernon, and aunt, Petunia, were so excited to see their son Dudley going into school for the first day – and to finally see the end of Harry around the house so much. Vernon, just before he made his way into his job at a Drill Company, brought them to school in the family car. Harry knew this day was coming for a long time, his Aunt was counting down the days until she had a 'Freak Free Home' for most of the day.

Harry didn't know what the word 'Freak' meant, but knew he was it – and that everyone else apparently wasn't. He knew he was different because they didn't hear the voice. The voice that told him he was different.

Harry walked a bit of a distance from the Dursley's, they had warned him not to stand too close to them. He was hoping that all the new friends he would make at school wouldn't mind walking with him, or even just talk to him.

"Hi folks!" Miss Green echoed her voice through the entrance. "Now just who do we have here?"

She smiled and crouched down so she could be the same height as the young children. She gave them both a high-five.

"This is Dudley," Petunia coughed and moved him closer to the teacher, and gestured for Harry to move away a little.

"Hi Dudley!" She looked across to look at Harry who was moving a little away. "Are you shy? What's your name?"

"That's Harry." Vernon grumbled. "But Dudley is our son. That's his cousin."

"Oh, I see." Miss Green could see there was a little bit of tension between them. "How about you two boys say goodbye, and come along inside with me?"

Harry took this opportunity to quickly dart inside of the building, while Dudley received some farewell kisses and hugs from his parents. Miss Green was going to run after Harry, but didn't. She was going to wait for a more private time.

Harry walked up to some of the other kids in his classroom, while playing with the playhouse, and said, "Hi, I'm Harry."

"I'm Kyle." A black-haired boy slightly taller than Harry replied.

"Do you want to play?" Harry asked.

"Who are you talking to Harry?" Dudley asked scheming. "No one wants to talk to you, freak!"

That's when Kyle decided to stay away from Harry, and soon it became apparent that no one wanted to talk to Harry. It wasn't long before Dudley told everyone to stay away from Harry. He threatened some of them, but even worse he just got them to plainly ignore Harry. They weren't angry with him, they didn't know why they couldn't talk to him, but they just knew of the consequences of doing so. If anyone tried to stand up for Harry, Dudley and his friends would bully them as well.


"Harry, can you stay behind for a moment please?" Miss Green asked as the rest of the children rushed out for lunch. It had been a few afters school had started.

Harry walked up slowly from the back of the classroom, and stood up by her desk. His face was without expression. Miss Green understood that Harry wasn't very attentive in class, but he was very smart. He never talked to any of the other children in class, he didn't get on very well with his cousin, and even some of the children seemed a little scared of him.

"Why haven't you made friends with any of the other children, Harry?" She asked kindly.

"None of the other children like me," Harry said emotionless. "Dudley told them to stay away from me."

"Why would he do that?" She looked concerned.

"I don't know – he has never liked me."

"What about your Aunt and Uncle, what is life like at home?"

"Well Dudley gets everything he wants, and I have to do the chores before I get any supper. Aunt Petunia always complains about having to look after me. She talks about how my parents are useless and just had to get themselves blown up. I don't remember my parents."

By the time Harry finished talking, his teacher had already taken out her notebook and was scribbling in it with her black fountain pen.

"Do they ever hit you?" She asked kindly.

Harry kept his mouth shut. He realised he was saying too much. He would get into a lot of trouble if this ever got back to his Aunt and Uncle. If his Aunt and Uncle ever heard him talking about them in this manner, he would be locked in his cupboard for the rest of his life. Harry just stood there perplexed at the situation, and much more cautious.

"Harry, are you ok?" Miss Green looked extremely worried.

Harry looked at her with anger his voice "I don't want to talk about this anymore." Harry stated imperatively. "Promise me you won't tell anyone about this."

"I'll only tell someone when you're ready to tell someone." She assured him. "If there is anything else you want to talk about, at any time, you can always come to me."

Harry learnt very quickly to keep his mouth shut about anything going on at his home. He continued to play alone, but that got boring very quickly. It wasn't any fun playing alone, as each toy was really meant to be played with another toy. The play house wasn't very interesting when that big house was only for you. But that's where Tom came in. He would talk to him when he was alone.


When Miss Green said that they were all going to go on a school trip to the zoo, Harry was very excited. He just needed to get his permission slip signed. He did chores for days, and for nights, hoping and praying that he might be able to go to the trip. On the day of the trip he was let down, with his Uncle refusing to sign the permission slip form.

"I'll not have you ruining Dudley's day at the zoo, you freak!" Vernon announced out of the blue. "I don't care what I said before, you're not going and that's the end of it!"

Harry was absolutely furious. He was raging. He had been dreaming and looking forward to this day for weeks, and now the entire plan just crumbled in front of him. That's where his first instance of accidental magic came. He felt nothing but the desire to just hurt someone. He felt the burning desire for them to experience the pain that he felt. He felt all of his anger unleashing, the windows smashed, the cupboards swung open in front of him and the contents spilled everywhere.

When Vernon tried to get a hold of Harry, Harry felt this force come from inside him that blew the man away and through the doors of the conservatory – through the shattered glass. His uncle lay on the grass, glass surrounding him, unconscious.

Forge the signature. Harry felt Tom whispering in his mind. Egging him on.

Harry copied, to the best of his ability, the signature on Dudley's permission slip and without thinking completely ripped Dudley's to pieces. Harry, by just imaging it and despite being on the other side of the room, broke the hinges of the front door and made it rip apart from the wall and into the front garden. He grabbed his school bag, and headed out.

His school wasn't that far from his home, and he would have plenty of time to get back.

Very good, young Potter. Tom laughed in his head. You're finally learning your ability to do magic…

How did I do that?

You're a wizard Harry, and you're only yet beginning to learn your true power. This anger inside of you has forced for it to come out.

But I can't be… a… wizard?

But you are, there is no other explanation. I'm a wizard too…

Really?

Of course, but you mustn't tell anyone. Muggles can never know.

What's a muggle?

Non-magic folk, your family, your teachers, your classmates… all worthless people

When they were done their conversation about magic, Harry was beginning to board the bus for the school trip. Dudley, fortunately, was unable to attend the trip as he was busy with his mother Petunia in the hospital with Vernon. Harry didn't realise this until he got back, and they didn't realise Harry was able to go on the school trip. Harry took a seat in the middle rows of the bus, and sat there alone in silence for the entire journey.

When they arrived in London Zoo, Miss Green was very strict about them running off alone. Everyone walked in a group around her. Due to the school policy, she was accompanied by another member of teaching staff Mrs. Rogers a frail older woman. She was a retired teacher who came back to do some substitute teaching a couple of days a week.

After looking at the Lions, the Giraffes, and numerous of Mammals, they headed into a building named 'Reptile House'. In here were lizards, frogs, crocodiles, and snakes. There was only two doors in the building, so each teacher stood at each door to make sure none of the children left and wandered alone. It was quite a large building, and so they got to have a big explore. Harry was alone for the entire stay, so he was content when he found another bored looking animal – a snake – looking back at him.

Harry started to read aloud the description of the animal. He didn't often get the opportunity to speak out loud. When he was just a few words in the snake popped its head up upright and began staring at Harry.

"Oh, Hi." Harry said rather curiously. "You're awake."

Harry's a parselmouth?! That's only for the line of Salazar Slytherin. He can't be descended from Salazar!

The snake nodded its head. Harry looked at it with his eyes wide opening, they were bulging from his eye sockets. The snake was a dark shade of green, it was quite long.

"Can you hear me?" Harry asked curiously, making sure no one was listening.

The snake nodded its head again, and Harry was incredibly impressed. "You're a speaker?" It replied rhetorically.

This is un-bloody-believable. This can't be happening.

Harry just couldn't believe this was happening. But he smiled back at the snake. "You know, maybe I could get you out of here? I did this thing earlier, where I shattered the glass."

Not even Dumbledore would have guessed that Harry Potter would be a parseltongue.

"Could you really?" It hissed back at him. "I'd be grateful."

Harry tried with the scope of his mind to make the glass shatter, but something was lacking. The glass wasn't breaking, and he was out of ideas.

You aren't using your emotions. You are not strong enough yet.

"It's not working" Harry sighed. "How does it work?"

Try to imagine the glass gone, really want the glass to vanish. Open your eyes and just let it happen.

Harry began to picture his hand moving through the area where the glass was, but when he opened his eyes the glass was still there. Out of nowhere, he felt this surge of pain coming through his scar. The pain felt like a dagger piercing his skull. Harry let out a scream, and people started to stare at him, but the glass shattered. He looked around, and Miss Green was running up towards him. However the snake also noticed. It definitely noticed. It slithered down from its enclosure, and down onto the ground by his feet, and Miss Green started to back away.

"Thanks" The snake hissed. "I am grateful to you, speaker."

What just happened? Harry thought with his eyes wide, and watched as the snake hissed down and out to the nearest exit, making all the children scream. Harry was panting, trying to recover himself from the pain.

"Oh my! There's a snake loose!" He heard Mrs. Rogers scream, clutching her chest.

The snake slithered out the door, and hid away from sight.


A couple of minutes had passed and most of the students had been flustered by the situation, they had been all rounded up and ushered out of the building. Mrs. Rogers was gone. Medics had taken her away, with, what they expect, a heart attack. All of the students were quickly led back to the buses and immediately out of the visitor centre, they were all given free gifts from the Zoo as an apology for the accident of the snake escaping. Harry didn't want to go home that evening, because he knew there were going to be serious consequences for what he did.

Harry got off the bus on the way back from the trip, to find that his Aunt and Uncle had not waited to collect him.

"Harry" Miss Green stopped him as he stood silently watching all of the other children get into their parents cars. "I can give you a lift home today, it's fine."

"I should be fine, they will be here any minute." Harry lied.

"I can wait until they arrive, or you can come with me. You will not be walking all the way back to Little Whinging alone."

"Ok Miss." Harry sulked and followed her to her car.

He got inside of the nice Ford car she owned, which looked quite new. It had nice comfy seats, and he got to rid in the front. They were barely into their drive, which began silently, before the teacher addressed the elephant in the room.

"Do you want to talk about what happened today?" Miss Green prodded.

"No." Harry gave her a cold stare. "Nothing happened."

"We both know something happened Harry. You can tell me. I won't judge." She assured him.

"The snake asked me to free it. I did." Harry replied unwaveringly.

Miss Green tried not to change her expression. "What else did the snake say?"

"It was simply surprised that I could talk to it."

"Can you speak to other animals?"

"No. Well... I don't think so. This is the first time."

Miss Green looked a bit more cautious, but started into his deep green eyes. She was comfortable to have made progress. "Why was Dudley not at school today?"

"There was an accident at home. My Uncle fell on some glass." Harry smirked to himself.

Miss Green became suspicious, but they had arrived at Harry's house. Before Harry left she scribbled down one telephone number on a piece of paper. She then proceeded to unlock the doors and handed the note to Harry.

"If you ever have any trouble, here is a telephone number that will help. I will not repeat what happened here today, I promise."

"Thank you Miss."

"Now remember Harry." She smiled looking through her glasses, "You will find that help will always be given to those who ask for it."

Harry blinked, smiled back, and left the car while carrying his backpack. He shut the door before waving her away.

Excuse me? Dumbledore says that. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! Tom was struck with shock. GET HER HARRY!

Yet it was too late, for Miss Green had already raced down the street. She was out of sight. No one remembered much about the day at Zoo, except how they had such a good time seeing the Mammals, how Mrs. Rogers had an unfortunate accident, and how they all got a nice free goodie bag. Most importantly, Miss Green couldn't remember anything at all. Except Harry of course, he remembered everything.


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