Chapter 2: Yochanan unum quinque
Harry opened his eyes to the grey damp cupboard. Had he just dreamed the light? Understandable, his aunt had aimed for his head a few times.
*Clack*
His cupboard door opened, to show his aunt's comely face.
"Start breakfast Freak. You better not burn the bacon"
"Yes aunt Petunia", was Harry's monotone reply.
This had been the norm in the Dursley household for quite some time.
As soon as he was able, he had been forced into doing the bulk of the chores. Never mind, that the majority of them could have hurt him.
Dudley was in his usual seat, scarfing down some cereal, a pre-breakfast snack.
"Duders! You've got milk all over your shirt. Be a good boy and eat properly please. We wouldn't want anyone to see you like this, would we?"
"Now now dear, calm down. I'm sure our Duders will be fine. I was when I was that age. He's a bright boy, I'm sure he won't be so ill manned in public like him.", giving Harry a pointed glance.
Harry looked up from the stovetop, his bare feet uncomfortable on the footstool. Vernon was smirking at him. Why did he do that?
He knew he had to be quiet, be invisible. He knew they didn't want him.
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Nighttime again, Harry was on his cot, looking down at his palm, hoping that he could make the light come out again. If he had that light then the nights wouldn't be so bad. He wouldn't be so lonely.
His palm was dirty from pulling the bad plants form aunt Petunia's garden. She really liked her garden perfect. Made her happy.
He wanted, no, needed the light back. There must have been something that helped him before. He remembered the warm feeling coming from his stomach, the heat that flowed through his body when he knew he wasn't really Freak. His name was Harry, but he wasn't just Harry. . .
A soft pinprick of light started to glow form his palm, a pale blue light. His heart caught in his chest. He wasn't alone, not really.
His light felt warm, it was like something he remembered, but couldn't
He tried to think about his name, his other name he wanted, but knew that was still his. He was Harry, but he was also . . .
...Yochanan unum quinque...
The light sprung from his palm, and became a fog, slowly materializing into two bodies. He looked up at the massive creatures, their long necks bowed down to look at his eyes. He swept his disheveled hair to the side, to better see the two clouds. They moved to sit next to him, and their hide was warm, a sudden relief from the chill. The small cloud moved its neck to his head, surprising Harry. He could feel their soft bodies, the soft fur, the heartbeats of the two creatures. He felt safe, a foreign feeling, but desperately wanted. The four year old moved down the bed and rested his head on the larger cloud's flank, just as the smaller one's head rested on his belly. It didn't take long for his eyes to flutter shut.
It was the best sleep little Harry Potter had had in a long time.
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/Author's Note: Thanks very much for taking the time to read my story. I appreciate it!
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