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Title: The Medusa Touch
Fandom: Harry Potter Books
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to JK Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter, but this story/fanfiction is entirely mine. No money is made from this but reviews are greatly appreciated! XD
Warnings: Abandonment (emotional and physical), emotional neglect, right reasons/wrong actions, supervisory neglect, isolation, insecurity,
Main Pairing: (Potentially, but undecided) Harry/Draco
Full Summary: A living Horcrux. A Secret of the Darkest Art. A scared little boy, who has been abandoned and left alone to stand in the shadow cast by his younger twin brother, 'the-boy-who-lived'. Isolated for what the Order of the Phoenix believes dwells deep, dormant inside of him, Harry grows up wondering why.
Why do his parents choose Ethan? Why does the order look at him with such guarded eyes?
But they've made a grave mistake, Harry is much more than they believe. The eldest son of Potter distances himself from his family, becoming colder with his words and seeking solitude in the forests of his Father's Estate. There's company and escape in books, they cannot hurt him like people. . .
Until one fated trip to Diagon Alley, where he meets a silver-haired boy and perhaps the world isn't such a lonely place after all.
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The Medusa Touch
Chapter 2 ~ Hallows Eve
SEVEN YEARS LATER
Harry stands in silence beside his mother. His black cloak drapes flawlessly down from his shoulders to the cobbled-sidewalk. Above, Jack-o-lanterns float in the night sky, out-shining the stars and lighting up Diagon alley in a soft glow.
Despite his lips being pressed firmly together, Harry's eyes wander restlessly over the little wonders around him. Other children rush by, parents in tow with amused expressions plastering their faces. The street breathes magic. Shop windows were seasonally decorated - pumpkins, chocolate bats and cauldrons can be seen in all directions. Harry cranes his neck to search the crowd for his brother and father. So far, no luck. He sighs inwardly, his mother carries on avoiding letting her eyes glance down to look at him. Her next distraction came in the form of the Wesley-Weasley? family.
Harry knows staying still is his best defence against being amongst so many people. He notices pretty quickly as a large group of noisy redheads began to approach. At first, he steps back and then again and then again. Until he is only just in hearing range for their conversation, but still a comfortable distance away. He sighs in relief, drawing his hands to his chest.
It's then a pale, blond boy with sharp features and high-end robes walks into his back. He stares Harry up and down for a moment, before an ugly, snide expression washes over his face.
"You must be a Potter!" He accuses.
But Harry simply nods. After all, there's no point denying his heritage. He is the son of a pureblood and muggleborn. Nothing special. Just ordinary.
However, when Harry doesn't reply, the boy frowns and continues.
"So why aren't you with your father and brother, I just saw them in the Quidditch shop?"
"He doesn't want me there." Harry replies tonelessly. The truth hurt more than it should causing a piece of Harry to coil and twist inside. Filling him with hate, hate, hate.
The boy looks shocked for a moment, before that ugly expression returns.
"What? Were you naughty or something?"
"No." Harry says evenly. "I didn't do nothing. I never to anything. I'm just not allowed to go with them." He wants to cry.
"Ever?"
Harry shakes his head and the blond boy looks at him thoughtfully. "You could... You could walk round with us? If my parents say it's okay." He adds quickly.
Harry eyes him suspiciously. No one asks him to do things like that- that's what friends do.
"I'm Draco by the way. Draco Malfoy." He holds out his hand and Harry stares at it for a moment. It feels strangely like a turning point.
He takes it in a small handshake. "I'm Harry."
Draco leads him to a very pretty lady with blonde hair just like his own and a man, whose proud demeanour, scares him more than Mad-Eye Moody.
"Father, this is Harry." Draco introduces and Harry remembers enough from listening in on Ethan's etiquette lessons to know to bow. The man immediately seems surprised and then, oddly, impressed.
"Manners will get you far in this world, young man." The women tells him before turning to Draco expectantly.
"Mother, Harry was lost in the crowds." It's a lie, blatant. He was only six steps away from Lily. "Father, can he walk round with us until he finds his parents? He hasn't had a chance to visit any shops yet!"
"I don't see a problem with it. . . do you, Narcissa?"
"Not at all," she smiles, "any wizard who shows such well-bred decorum is welcome to join us."
Draco beams at Harry and clamps a hand on his wrist. "So, where'd you wanna go first?"
"Books?" Harry half-questions, half-asks disbelievingly.
"Sure, I haven't been there yet. Can we go father? Please?"
"Of course, Draco." Mr. Malfoy nods. "Lead the way."
He grabs Harry's hand and together they weave through the maze of people. Eventually, Draco stops in front of a cute little shop called 'Flourish and Blotts'. Chocolate bats and liquorice spiders decorate the window display, crawling over books and chasing each other around. There's no time to stare, as not a second later Draco pulls Harry inside through the open doorway.
With a small entrance but huge on the inside, the books in here put his Dad's library to shame. Together they admire the covers, laugh at funny titles and put books back in the wrong places. It's the most fun Harry thinks he's had in his entire life.
It's later on, after they have wreaked havoc in almost every part of the shop, Harry notices a black book with a slim, shiny green boarder around the cover. He slides it from where it's been hidden on the very end of the self.
"That's a potions book." Draco comments after noticing his partner in crime had stopped and then back-tracked to return to his side.
"Potions?" Harry questions in confusion.
"Snape teaches it to me and I absolutely hate it, but you'd have to take it when you get to Hogwarts." The blond complains, pulling over-the-top disgusted face that would keep the young Potter laughing for a week. "Do you want it?"
Harry runs his finger along the spine and then nods eagerly.
"I'll ask my father if he'll buy it for you. Come on!"
The pair squeeze and fight their way through the crowded book shop back to Draco's parents. Where the blond immediately hands the book to his father.
"Could you buy this for Harry?" Draco asks shyly, holding his hands behind his back and twisting slightly on his feet.
"And here I thought you might finally be taking an interest in potions, darling." His mother teases.
Mr. Malfoy rises an eyebrow. "I don't see why not, perhaps Harry, you'll be able to help Draco out in the future." He says handing the book back to the young Potter and leading them to the front desk.
The lady at the cashier takes one took at Harry, one look at the book and smiles sweetly. "It's quite an advanced addition, it's also got some dark stuff in here. Maybe you should buy this for him instead." She suggests, turning around and pulling out a book with more childish-looking front cover from the shelf.
"Then I'll buy both." Malfoy says curtly and she doesn't press any further.
Narcissa offers to carry the books as they walk round and Harry thanks her politely.
Sugarplum's sees them walking out with a reasonably sized bag of sweets each, followed swiftly by Quilty Quidditch Supplies which sees Draco talking Harry into supporting the Montrose Magpies. Ending with both of them walking out with matching scarves. Harry's evening had quickly become the best day of his life, but nothing this good could ever last.
Harry flinches hearing Lily screech his name. He watches his mother storms her way through the crowds after spotting him with the Malfoys. She grabs him roughly by the wrist and pulls him away from Draco.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! DON'T YOU EVER RUN AWAY AGAIN!"
She continues to yell and little Harry shakes more with each word, until Mrs. Malfoy gracefully steps in, not a hair or movement out of place.
"Then perhaps, you should keep better watch of your children." She interrupts coldly.
Lily looks up with fire in your eyes. "You-"
"-We've been keeping an eye on him all night, waiting for you to finally realise your son was missing. How long did it take you? Or were you just relieved not to have him burdening you for a while? After all, Ethan's the important one, right?" She finishes with a falsely-sweet tone like the thorn of a rose.
"How dare you?!" Lily screams in Narcissa's face, and by now their cat-fight had attracted quite the crowd. People gathered, whispering to each other and sniggering under their breaths. "How I raise my sons is entirely my concern! Stay away from Harry! Stay away from both of them!"
She tightens her rough hold on Harry's arm and drags him away. He struggles, but he is no match for her strength. Looking back helplessly at Draco, Harry's mind is trapped on repeat.
He's just lost the first friend he's ever made and he probably won't ever see Draco again.
Harry swallows thickly, fighting back the tears. His resolve lasts minutes before he starts to cry in silence.
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