The Minute 2
By Taylor Huff
Harry was confused. Zeus was confused. The virus, Zeus, was hungry, cold, and most certainly alone. He laid upon the door to someone's house in a quiet peace. Perhaps alike to the silence of the grave.
Was this state of laying on a doorstep.. An accident? An old man's humor? A plot upon it's infant life? Zeus felt very much vulnerable, but had no idea why, other than being rather young. The first thing his viral self, Zeus, could recall was.. A bomb. An atomic one. The virus, for he instinctively knew he was a virus, was musing, yet drawing a blank. He was Blacklight. The Virus known as the Primary strain of Blacklight, even.
And he supposed he could be forgiven for crying a little, in the state he was in.
So Zeus cried. Harry was Zeus. Zeus was Harry. And Zeus was feeling.. Other than weakness, a new beginning. He had been so much viral dust in the time before he was Harry. And even though he was equally Harry as much as Zeus, he was feeling the need to be.. Bigger in name. So Harry was called Zeus.
And he had been upon this doorstep of a place he knew not for what felt like too long. Where were those that would care for him? An elderly man had placed him here. Albus was the man's name.
Blacklight felt cold. And in need. It was hungry, and not just because he was a virus. What was it like to feed? Harry knew the feeling of being full well enough. It was decidedly not what Zeus was feeling at the moment. If only there was something to eat..
Moreso, even the Web of Intrigue felt.. Empty. Before..
'Before what?' He wondered. 'Before this,' he supposed.
Before this, the Web of Intrigue had been.. Lively. Full of people, and even animals. Now the Web was there, but blank was every face that had been stored there. The faces blended together unnaturally, and amounted to a great nothing. It was almost, and upon second consideration, was, eerie. Like a ship without a name. Not it's natural, or even supernaturally normal state of being.
He tried to wear the blank face of his Web. And pain blossomed from Zeus' abdomen.
He wasn't.. Enough.. To wear the body of someone older. He was lacking in mass.
'Not just mass, biomass.' Blacklight thought.
And even if he had the requisite amount of biomass, what was he going to do? If the face or faces of his Web's memory were blank in appearance, it wasn't a very good disguise, even for just starting out.
'So.. Things to do.' Zeus pondered.
'Consume enough biomass for a decent disguise.'
'Become a generic, bigger form.'
'Become more resilient against atomic bombs and radiation.'
Although, while being in the form of a human, Harry had had just enough self awareness to prefer his own form. And both Zeus and Harry himself had a flair for aesthetics. He had been human, before he was Blacklight. And the forms of the Web of Intrigue were lacking in substance. Zeus considered them a lost endeavor.
And what was he going to do if he consumed a suitable disguise? As far as he knew from his time post-bomb, he was in the middle of nowhere, that he got to by tearing a hole in space with a sharp blade..
So Baby Zeus waited. Waited, knowing an opportunity to eat was on the horizon. After all, he was a young one. People fed the young. It was morning, and his tears about his situation were dried by now. As for his goals, he would find the opportunity. Perhaps someone who would not be missed was nearby.
A muffled choking sound interrupted his musing. Whirling around as much as he was able, he took in someone apparently very surprised at the doorstep he was placed upon. A female. One he didn't know, not that that amounted to much. He was picked up gently by the woman, almost as if she were afraid of him.
"Harry Potter." She spoke, ruefully. Ruinously, and with a hint of sadness.
And thus, Zeus' life with the Dursley's began.
Author's Note: Needed substance occurred this chapter, and soon we'll be up to Zeus' encounter with magic. Harry is Zeus, to It, their name is of not too much importance, but It prefers Zeus. Reviews are treasured.