Agony.
That was all he could feel when he woke. Agony racing through his body. He knew this pain. This was the pain that came from being a freak, the pain that came from his "punishments" from the Dursleys.
With a groan he opened his eyes, instantly shutting them again at the brightness around him. A soft whimper escaped chapped lips and he found himself scowling in confusion. This felt wrong. His body felt wrong. His mind felt wrong. And strangely, for the first time he could remember, his magic actually felt RIGHT.
Gone was the vast empty feeling in his core, the feeling of something being missing. The feeling of something being wrong.
In its place, his whole body felt like it was thrumming with power, like everything that was missing had clicked into place.
In his excitement, he tried to sit up and was swiftly reminded why he had been laying in the first place.
Pain slammed into him and tore a scream from his lips. Almost as quickly as it had come, it stopped and his eyes snapped open in shock.
That was not the scream of a seventeen year old boy with a lifetime of learning how to stay quiet under his belt. That was the scream of a child. That was a scream he had not heard since he was but five years old. The scream he had learnt to silence swiftly or else be "punished".
The boy trembled, silently looking down at himself and letting out another horrified sound that was quickly swallowed. Looking down at himself he did not see a lanky teens body, with wizarding robes clinging to an underweight frame. No, what he saw was the body of his five year old self, clad in the oversized clothing of his whale of a cousin.
A sob of confusion and panic tore from his throat as he ran his hands over his young face, trembling at the feel of his scar under his messy fringe, and the broken glasses sitting on his pert little nose.
The young child could feel his heart beginning to race in his thin chest, feeling as though it was trying to eat its way out of his chest. He let out strangled gasps for air as he clutched at his shirt, looking round with wide eyes. This was not the house that had been his prison for so long, this was not his cupboard.
Surrounding him was grass and flowers, perfectly spaced in their natural chaos rather then the "prim and proper" forced organisation of his aunts garden.
Staggering to his feet, ignoring the agonised twinges to his small body, he looked around, trembling in panic as he took in the massive looming forest surrounding him.
From the young boys perspective, everything looked massive. Grand trees stood tall and proud before him, plants scattered around their bases, constantly stretching and reaching upwards, as if striving to be as tall as the trees, desperate to touch the sun. the occasional boulder and rock sat spaced unevenly between the trees and along the ground, providing ample space for tiny creatures and insects to hid from predators in the moist soil.
Another cry ripped from his throat before he threw his small hands over his mouth to muffle his sounds, body trembling and quaking in panic.
He was meant to be dead! He didn't remember everything, but he knew that was what he had been doing! He shouldn't be here! Where ever this was it was wrong! He was wrong! He was supposed to die!
Crying out again, the sound muffled but no less distressed, the young child staggered back again, looking around before setting his eyes on a slim crack between two massive boulders. Sobbing he raced to it, ignoring the agony twisting itself deeper in his little body. Slipping into the groove easily, he sobbed backing up until he could go no further and sinking to the ground, knobbly little knees folded against his thin chest as he sobbed in the darkness, letting the panic slowly drag him into a state of unconsciousness forced by his hyperventilating.
Eventually, the boy lay still, curled on himself and cloaked in darkness. Oblivious as he was to the world, he did not hear the soft sad crooning, nor feel the gentle caress of magic as she looked over her poor child.
He would be safe here, protected and loved. Here he would be given a new chance and healed slowly by the hands of many.
Gently she pulled away from her child. She had healed the young boys magic, from the binds and poison that the wizard world had put on and in him. However she would not touch his physical wounds. The boy needed to be healed slowly and steadily and the guardians she had chosen would have to know the pain her child had suffered if they were to heal him properly.
Lifting her gaze to beyond the grand forest her child had been brought to, she gazed upon the 13 whom would find her child.
Soon, soon they would arrive, and the healing would begin.
authors notes: whelp... welcome to chapter 2? I guess? I'm not sure ill be very fast with adding chapters to this story. I might go days with nothing then suddenly have days where I will upload 4 chapters at once, who knows.
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