Imaginary
Hello all! I just wanted to clear one thing up before I get to the story. Draco knows Harry's story so well was because his father was there when it happened and he told Draco the story.
Thanks Molto Alesato for pointing that out! Thanks to all who reviewed lovels you all! Oh, and I want to point out that I made Harry younger than he should be, sorry for my mistake! He is still going to go to Hogwarts at the right time.
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Draco put his forehead to Harry's but he couldn't think. There was no way. He heard Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia talking about his mum and that her name was Lilly. He even heard that he married 'that Potter boy' but that was all in passing when they talked to aunt Marge.
There was no way, it wasn't possible. He wasn't allowed to believe in the 'M' word, he was beat for it. But Draco just proved that magic was real, he had him pull out a hoodie out of a paper bag. Harry looked down to the large warm jacket in his hands.
He just pulled this out of an empty paper bag, if that wasn't magic Harry didn't know what was. He tried to look up at Draco but his head was still on his.
"D-dray, i-is that true?" Draco finally lifted his head from Harry's head and tried to look him in the eyes but Harry closed them as soon as he picked up his head.
"Baby, why would I lie to you?" Harry peeked his eyes open at that.
"W-well, you could have plenty of reasons. You could just not like me, o-or you could be a friend of D-Dudley's. Or…" Harry trailed off when Draco put his finger on Harry's lips.
"Harry I would never do that to you. I wouldn't give your oaf of a cousin the time of day; the fat pig is too full of himself and trust me when I say I like you plenty. I only have one other friend; his name is Blaze, and the only reason I'm friends with him is because of my parents." Draco played with Harry's hair again.
"So this is all new to me as well." Draco told Harry, honesty shining in his eyes. Harry just kept staring at Draco disbelievingly. He opened his mouth to protest again but his stomach beat him to it. Harry looked down with a blush and Draco chuckled.
"Are you hungry, Harry?" Harry nodded and Draco reached for the brown paper bag again. Harry watched as Draco pulled out two empty grocery bags.
"Do you know what you'd like to eat?" Harry shook his head. Draco sat and looked at Harry for a moment; outside noises from the playground filling the silence. Then he reached in one of the bags and pulled out a water bottle and apple juice.
"Here" He handed the apple juice to Harry and put the water bottle next to himself. He reached in again and this time he brought with him two sandwiches. "Do you want turkey or ham?" Harry stayed silent so Draco figured he didn't care.
He reached in once more and took two apples and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans. Harry looked at the box with confusion. That wasn't any type of candy he's ever seen.
"Here you go, Harry." He handed Harry an apple and a sandwich.
"T-thank you." He reached out and took the food handed to him. He looked down to his food then back up to Draco who was already munching away on his sandwich. Draco looked over to see Harry not touching his food and stopped eating.
"Aren't you going to eat, Harry?" Harry realized that Draco gave him the food so he could eat. Harry smiled brightly and nodded. He timidly took a bit of the apple and Draco went back to munching on his sandwich.
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"T-that was r-really good, thank you Draco." Harry said happily to Draco as he patted his small stomach. Draco smiled and grabbed the candy next to him.
"Do you want some?" He popped some of the beans into his mouth and put the box in front of Harry. Harry looked into the box like they were going to jump out and eat him.
"There alright, they won't hurt you. There quite tasty, well most of them are. Occasionally there is a vomit flavored one." Harry's eyes widened.
"Its okay, Harry, I promise." Harry grabbed one bean from the box and looked at it. He timidly set it into his mouth and chewed; Draco watching him the entire time.
"I-it tastes l-like peppermint." Draco laughed once again.
"Well aren't you lucky. That was a very good choice for your first bean." He said right before he popped some more back like pills. Harry smiled again timidly and grabbed another; this time it tasted like grass.
Harry and Draco sat there tasting each bean and laughing when they got things like tree bark and rotten egg. They didn't say much and listened to the kids playing outside as they kept eating.
"Harry," Draco grabbed one of the grocery bags and handed it to Harry. "This is for you. I know the muggles probably wouldn't let you keep the hoodie I gave you so you can put it in here so they won't know."
Harry grabbed the bag from Draco and stared into it. Like the paper bag it looked empty. Which it was, Draco basically just said it was but even still. To know that it was endless made Harry's mind boggle.
It also made him extremely happy for some reason. Maybe it was because he always wanted to believe in magic, maybe it was because now he had a place to hide his things, maybe it was because he now owned something magical, or maybe it was because this was the second present someone had ever given him; both being from Draco.
Harry was secretly thrilled when he picked up the warm jacket from his lap and watched it disappear when he put it into the grocery bag. He looked back down into the bag and it still looked empty. Harry nodded to himself.
'Now I can hide stuff from Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley.' He was very happy with this gift because this is usually all he got for Christmas from then so what was another grocery bag in his cupboard.
"T-thank you, Dray." Harry looked up when he thanked the Malfoy and noticed he was watching him. Draco nodded to Harry and reached for the other bag.
"Now we have to fill it up!" Draco said triumphantly and he held the bag like a shield as if he was a warrior going into battle.
"W-what? I-I thought y-you said I-it would never get f-full." Harry couldn't help but studded. Even though Draco was the nicest person he ever met, he was still scared of people and he'd always go into his little ball and talk as little as possible. Although Uncle Vernon didn't like that he rarely liked anything Harry did.
Draco ginned again at that.
"Doesn't mean we can't try!" After he said that he practically dove into the bag with gusto. He brought out all types of food, just about everything he grabbed from his kitchen, and put it in front of himself and Harry. Harry's eyes grew wider with everything he pulled out.
"W-what is all t-this stuff, Dray?" Draco stopped for a moment, looked up at Harry, than dove right back in.
"This is for you, Baby." He kept grabbing food until it was practically gone. The only things left, which he knew of, were three water bottles, two chocolate frogs, and two butter beers.
Harry stared at all the food, it was a whole years worth! It would even last about two weeks if it were Dudley's! He recognized some and others, he figured, were magical. He looked and saw that there were bags of ice but they didn't look melted in the least. He picked one up.
"D-dray, why isn't t-this melting?" Draco looked up from mentally counting the food to see the bag of ice in Harry's hands. He grabbed the ice cream in front of him.
"Oh, don't worry about that, Baby. My father put a spell on all out food so the hot stays hot and the cold stays cold until it's open. Plus, if you shut the package again it stays hot or cold again." Harry looked back down to the bag of ice in awe.
Draco put the ice cream back down checking it off of his mental list. He looked around starting up again where Harry interrupted him. Harry just kept staring at all the food. He couldn't believe Draco would give him all of this! This must have cost him a fortune! He felt bad for not telling Draco to keep it but he got a slice of cheese for his meals if he was lucky.
Draco finished his mental check list and nodded when he realized everything was there. He looked up to Harry and saw him just looking at all the food.
"Is this enough, Baby?" He looked back down to the food wonder if he should have brought more. He thought it would last the smaller one a while but maybe he was wrong, maybe he should bring some tomorrow.
"N-no, this is more than enough D-dray. I-I just feel b-bad for taking it." Harry hung his head with guilt and was just about to go back into his ball when he heard Draco chuckle. He watched in his half ball position, with his knees up to his chin, as Draco took the bag from Harry's hands and started attempting to fill the bag with food.
"Don't feel bad, Baby. I have more than enough food at home this was just food for when my friend comes over and it's not like we eat it anyway. Plus, the house elves will refill my kitchen by tonight so don't worry."
"H-house elves?" Draco almost laughed, of course that was the part he would listen to.
"They are like our maids. Well actually their more like slaves; we own them. But house elves like to cook and clean, they like to please their masters. We treat them nicely, too." He quickly finished putting the food into the plastic bag and looked up to beam at Harry.
He was just about to hand it back when he remembered something.
"Wait," He said as he grabbed the paper bag. Once again Harry watched as Draco gave his the bag and told him to open it. So he once again reached in the bag, this time less timidly and less shocked when his arm disappeared, and his hand wrapped around something soft and warm, like the hoodie, put it was firmer.
He pulled whatever it was out of the bag and gasped, again, when a stuffed white dragon came with his hand. He blinked at it with amazement; it was the most beautiful toy he'd ever seen. Dudley's toys didn't even come close to this one, not his new robot, not his video games, nothing.
It was pure white, not dirt or dust anywhere in sight. Its eyes were an amazing shade of green that Harry thought nothing could be that brilliant shade of green; obviously he hadn't looked at his eyes in a while. When he brought his other hand up to hold it and took his other hand down he noticed even the dried blood and dirt from his hands didn't dirty the white dragon.
Harry almost dropped the spectacular stuffed toy when he saw and felt it move. The wing trapped under his hand shifted, trying to get out under Harry's hand. The one that wasn't trapped moved back, like it was about to fly, then folded back against its back. Harry also noticed its faced changed into an annoyed look and shifted its head.
"Do you like it?" Harry looked up to Draco with tears in his eyes.
"It's amazing, Dray." Once he said this Harry noticed he didn't stutter he beamed at Draco who beamed back, noticing Harry's accomplishment. "D-do I get to play with him w-when you're here?" He really wanted to know; Draco must love this dragon. He looked back down lovingly at the dragon.
"No, Baby," Harry was crestfallen.
'At least I got to see the beautiful Dragon.' He tried to cheer himself up as he fingered the dragon's wings.
"It's yours." Harry's head snapped up to look at Draco with wide eyes and his jaw on the floor. Draco was slightly amused at Harry's reaction.
"I-I can't take this!" Harry almost yelled. "T-this must be y-your favorite t-toy!" Harry looked at Draco and back to the dragon with awe. He thrust out his arms to hand the stuffed animal back to Draco.
"It's okay, Baby." He pushed the plushy toy back Harry's way. "I have plenty of dragons; this is only one of them. I actually kind of feel bad, this isn't the best one I could give you I just thought you'd love this one." He rubbed the back of his neck. Draco didn't know why though, all he knew is he saw his godfather of father do it when they felt guilty.
Harry looked back down to the plushy that Draco shoved back to him. He could wrap his mind around that there was a better toy than this. It looked amazing! He hugged the toy to his chest and let a few tears drop onto its head. He felt it shake, trying to rid itself of the water.
"T-thank you, Dray. I'll love it forever." He knew he would keep that promise because even if he was given a rollercoaster in the future this was the first toy he was ever given.
"I'm glad." Draco said with a soft smile. He reached for the paper bag again and pulled out the soft green fleece blanket and showed it to Harry. "This is yours, too, along with the pillow." He motioned his head to the pillow sitting next to him.
Harry was so over whelmed he didn't know what to say, all he did was nod to Draco with tears still in his eyes. Draco put the blanket and pillow in the plastic bag and sat back to watch Harry hug his old dragon. He knew it would get more love with him anyway.
He grabbed the paper bag again and reached for the bag of potions inside of it. The glass clinked together as he took it out. He held the white bag in front of himself and caught Harry's eye.
"This is a bag of potions, they help to heal your wounds. Touch one and what it will do in writing will pop up. Don't be scared when it does if you need one take it then tell me which ones you took alright." He touched one of the potions to demonstrate the writing in the air for Harry.
Harry nodded into his new dragon and Draco put the bag of potions into Harry's never ending bag. He looked back to Harry and gave him the look that said 'You'd better take those.'
Harry smiled to Draco and opened his mouth to say something but, like before, he was interrupted.
"BOY! WHERE ARE YOU? YOU BETTER BE HOME IN TWENTY SECOUNDS OR ELSE...!" the man's threat trailed off.
Harry jumped up, hitting his head again. He put the dragon into the bag quickly but lovingly and grabbed his shirt on the ground. He turned to leave, bag in hand with his shirt on, when a hand stopped him.
Harry turned around to see Draco's hand on his wrist. "D-Draco…"
"Harry, come home with me. I'm sure you could live in my wing and you could get away from those horrible muggles. Please Baby." Draco pleaded the frightened boy.
"D-Dray, I-I can't." He said as he tugged his wrist, he had to get home.
"Please." Draco pleaded again; Harry just kept pulling harder.
"D-Dray, I'm sorry. I-I'm still…" He trailed off as he tugged again, this time Draco let go. "Thank you." Harry whispered as he scrambled the other direction.
"I'll be here tomorrow!" Harry heard as he crawled out of the tunnel and sprinted toward Privet Drive.
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Harry ran as fast as he could to his uncle's house, he guessed you could call it his home but he didn't like it there. Once he heard a neighbor say that a home is a house with a heart inside. Harry knew there was a heart inside.
His aunt and uncle loved his cousin but they didn't love him. So he guessed it was a home, just not his home. He shoved the plastic bag into his large pant pocket and picked up his pants that were palling down.
When his uncles house came into view he fixed his shirt as best as he could and ran to the door way. He knew he wasn't home in time and he knew he was going to be beat but that didn't matter. He had the best day of his life today, nothing could bring him down!
Harry was so wrapped up he didn't notice the extra car in the driveway. He turned to knob to open the front door and stepped in and quickly shut it behind him. He knew to shut the door quickly because he was beaten before for wasting air conditioning.
He heard running behind him but it wasn't loud enough to be his uncle or cousin. But he was certain he heard two pairs of feet running toward him. He turned around and the last thing he expected to happen happened; his aunt hugged him.
"Oh my goodness! What happened to you? Are you okay, Harry?" His aunt said in her high pitched voice. She knelt down on her knees, her eyes shining with fake concern.
Harry saw another woman behind his aunt; it wasn't one of her tea party friends. He heard his uncle bellow after a man said something. He looked back down to his aunt who mouthed 'Be good or else…'
"We must get you cleaned up, Harry. Were you jumped on your way home from playing?" She questioned him falsely as she herded him upstairs towards the bathroom. He felt the watchful eye of the women behind him and she followed along with them. He realized she was important and his aunt and uncle must be wanting to impress her.
"Y-yes, I-I'm sorry Aunt Petunia. I-I could have got away b-but there were f-five of them." He went with her lie. Knowing if he didn't he would rather be jumped by five men. His aunt nodded as they got to the bathroom. She handed him a towel and a large shirt.
"Well, yes, it can't be helped. Now clean up and you may go to bed; you must be exhausted." She said in a hurry mouthing 'Don't make a mess!' Harry nodded to his aunt and the lady behind him. "If you need anything we'll be downstairs." She kissed his forehead and hissed 'Make sure you're not seen when you got to your cupboard!'
"T-thank you aunt Petunia." He stuttered out to his aunt. He watched his aunt and the woman leave and his aunt glared at him before she shut the door.
Harry quietly shed his clothing and turned on the shower. It wasn't often he got a shower and even if he got hit afterword he still felt lucky he got to take one. He stepped into the warm spray almost screaming out in pain when it touched his open wounds but he bit his lip to stop the scream from escaping his throat.
He looked down to see a lot of red, brown, and black mixing with the water. Usually by now he would be scrubbing his body knowing he only had three minutes to take a shower but when someone was over he was treated like a normal person so he had to shower like a normal person. So he had a half an hour to take a shower today.
He gingerly took the body soap off the rack and squeezed some onto his hand. He scrubbed the grime, dirt and sweat off his body making sure to be careful around his cuts. He scrubbed his face and neck then rinsed the soap off.
He looked back down to the water and the colors didn't stop coming. In fact Harry thought the red and brown only got darker. It looked like Dudley did once called water colors. He lifted his head again and turned to his hair got wet.
He scrubbed his head with his nails feeling dirt and grease under them. He made sure to scrub for a while to dislodge most of the dirt before he got the shampoo. He got a quarter size amount, knowing they would notice if anymore was gone, and scrubbed his head with it.
He hadn't felt shampoo in his hair for a long time. It felt good for it to feel clean again. He scrubbed and scrubbed until his scalp felt raw but it was then he was sure everything was out of his hair. He rinsed out his hair and rinsed off his body one more time, trying to get every last piece of dirt off of him.
He turned off the warm shower and grabbed the towel his aunt put on the counter. He stayed in the tub when he dried off knowing he would be slapped if any water got on the floor. He put the towel on the floor and stepped on it.
He reached for the shirt and noticed it was a nice sleeping shirt. Obviously his aunt and uncle knew people were coming over so they sprung for a 'nice' shirt for him. He set the shirt next to him but put on the underwear his aunt brought with the shirt.
He stood there a few seconds trying to ignore the pain all around his body. His wounds hurt now, badly. They weren't cleaned after they happened and aunt Petunia didn't even clean the needle or thread before she 'sewed' his wound back together again.
He looked at Dudley's old pair of jeans, which were now his, sitting on the floor in front of him. He crouched down on the towel and grabbed them. He reached into the pocket that the grocery bag was stuffed into. He opened it and held his breath, praying that it wasn't all a dream.
He reached in and his eyes snapped open when he felt the plushy Draco gave him; he let his breath go. He scooted the dragon aside and grabbed the bag full of potions.
'At least that's what Draco calls them.' Thinking to himself he grabbed the bag out of the bag, trying to make as little noise as possible. When the white bag of potions was sitting in front of him he opened it up to see a colorful array of glass bottles with liquid inside of them.
He touched the top one and 'Cures infections' showed up. He gasped softly to himself but grabbed it and set it next to him. He touched another one and 'Mends broken bones' showed up he didn't grab that one because he knew nothing was broken.
He went through all the potions and grabbed two others. One that said 'Clots blood' and one that said 'closes wounds'. He reached to touch another one but this time nothing showed up. He reached back and touched it again, still nothing happened.
'Maybe it's broken.' He shut the bag thinking he had enough. He looked down to his chest seeing the 'stitches' he had. He put his hands to one of the stitches and bit his lip, hard. He yanked the stitch apart and bit his lip hard enough to bleed. He repeated this with the second and third and so on.
Once he was done he quickly pulled the cork from the blood clotting potion and downed it. He wanted to spit it out at the bitter taste but didn't want blood to get everywhere go he forced it in. Next he uncorked the cures infections potion and downed it.
This time it didn't taste like anything at all, not even like water. He felt like he was drinking air. Hurriedly, he uncorked the closes wounds potions and downed it. It tasted sweet, like berries, and he corked all the bottles again.
He quickly put the valves back in the white bag and then into the never ending grocery bag. He shoved the bag back into the pocket and wadded up the used clothes. He stood up and almost fell over. He felt great! Never in his six years has he ever remembered feeling this great.
He looked down to his chest to see no blood or cuts. Well where his cuts were open and bleeding he could see red lines showing they just healed but other than that and the bruises he could see no sign of his scars.
He put the shirt on over his head, stepped off the damp towel, wadded it up with the rest of his clothes, turned off the lights, and walked out of the room.
Harry tip toed down the hall. He knew where all the squeaky boards were because of when he went to the loo at night. He heard Uncle Vernon talking in his loud voice and a women's voice speaking as well.
He tip toed down the stairs and peeked around the corner. He wanted to laugh right there, Dudley looked like a pig in a monkey suit. He looked to the kitchen to see his aunt and the women who followed them. Dudley was standing next to them stealing cookies off the rack every so often.
He heard his uncle and figured he was in the living room. If he hurried he could make it to his cupboard in time for them not to notice. Harry breathed for a moment then tip toed onto the floor making his way to his cupboard.
He stayed crouched trying to look as small as possible. Dudley moved and Harry stopped, thinking he'd been caught. But all Dudley did was shift so he could see the television better so Harry kept moving.
His cupboard was right in front of the living room entrance so he had to hurry to not be seen. He unlatched the lock silently and twisted the door knob when he heard his uncle's voice again.
"Mr. Fredric, would you like another glass of wine?" Harry almost jumped out of his skin. His uncle would go towards him because it was a shorter distance to the kitchen.
'It's now or never, Harry.' He ran silently around the slightly open door and jumped into the small space onto the cot inside. He grabbed the door to the cupboard and threw it shut when he heard 'Yes, please, I would.' In another man's voice.
Harry would have sworn the door would make a slamming sound. He brought it back so fast it would have been impossible for it not to but when the door shut not a sound was heard. The door didn't even close quickly, Harry's mind tried to figure out why it didn't but was interrupted.
"Boy, are you in there?" Uncle Vernon spat quietly into the vent.
"Y-yes, Uncle Vernon." He squeaked quietly back. The vent shut quickly after that and Harry heard the familiar sound of the lock clicking into place. Harry sighed quietly to himself; he was safe, for now.
He grabbed the wad of clothes and reached in the pocket where the bag was. He pulled it out quietly, the rustling of plastic loud in his ears. He stopped to see if he could hear footsteps or an explanation for what the sound was.
When he didn't hear any he reached in the bag and grabbed the blanket and pillow. He pulled it out and it looked very elegant and bright next to his flimsy, brown blanket. It was freezing in his cupboard because the air was on and it always was stuck inside of the cupboard because his family closed the vent for it to escape.
He reached in once more and grabbed the dragon and smiled when he grabbed it. He put the bag next to all his others but tied it in a different was so he could know which one it was. He kicked the clothes to the foot of his cot and laid onto his pillow.
He felt like his head was on a cloud, it was so soft. He put the blanket over himself and instantly felt warmer, so unlike his other blanket. He curled up into the blanket, both arms wrapped around his new dragon, and he quickly fell into slumber.
Little did he know his magic saved him for being heard twice. A tiny gust of wind stopped the door and the rustle of the bag wasn't even heard outside of the cupboard door.
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Harry didn't know how long he was asleep for all he knew was he was yanked roughly out of it when he heard the sound of people stomping next to his cupboard door and loud talking.
"I hope to see you again soon Mr. Fredric." His uncle said loudly. He shot up and realized that his uncle's guests were leaving.
"I had a lovely time, Mrs. Fredric. I hope you will come back soon." He heard his aunt say. He quickly grabbed the never ending bag on the side of his cot and shoved the dragon and his pillow in.
"Quite." A woman, Harry guessed Mrs. Fredric, said. "Well shall we go Hennery?"
"Yes, we shall." Hennery said back. Harry barely shoved the large green blanket into the bag and threw it to the side of his bed before the front door closed and the lock to his cupboard was quickly unlocked.
Harry scooted farther into the back of his cupboard and curled into a ball. His cupboard door was forceful pulled open and it showed a fat red faced man glaring at Harry. The force of his pull was so hard it banged against the outside wall of the stairs.
"BOY! WHY WEREN'T YOU HOME ON TIME!" His uncle screamed at him. Petunia and Dudley stood in the background watching, as if Harry deserved it. His uncle reached in to the curled up Harry and grabbed the shirt and yanked out onto the floor. Harry put his hands out in front of him to stop from hitting face first.
"YOU UNGREATFUL SON OF A BITCH!" He spat at Harry. "YOU WORTHLESS FREAK! HOW DARE YOU DISSOBAY ME, WHO TOOK YOU IN, FED YOU AND CLOTHED YOU, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN BE HOME ON TIME?" His uncle picked him up by the front of his shirt and spat in his face.
"YOU SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO LIVE." Harry braced himself for the hit he knew was coming. He watched as his uncle brought his arm back and balled his hand into a fist. He closed his eyes and hoped it wouldn't be too bad but his uncle was pissed so he wasn't holding his breath.
He closed it eyes, not wanting them to be damaged like last time, and waited for the pain. He waited for what felt like forever, he didn't open his eyes though. His mind liked to play tricks on him and sometimes what felt like forever was only a second.
He kept his eyes shut and braced for impact only it still didn't come. Harry was terrified, even when his mind played tricks on his it never took this long. Only when his Uncle liked to prolong his suffering did it take this long. But when he did that he usually patted Harry's head and whispered to him before he got up and beat him with an inch of his life.
Harry decided he would chance it, couldn't be any worse than he's already had. He peeked his eye open so slightly that if you weren't looking for it you would think his eye was still closed. When Harry saw what he did both his eyes opened wide in shock.
There, in front of him, was his uncle trying to beat him. Only there was something stopping his uncle from punching him. A light blue, almost clear, water like mist was in front of Harry. Uncle Vernon was hitting it with all his might but the mist did not waver in the slightest.
His uncle was so angry his face was turning purple. Harry could hear his frustration and screaming; it sounded like he was doing a workout. Harry thought it was strange that he was humoring himself in this situation. He was so terrified he thought he might wet his trousers.
"BOY, WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU FREAK?" His uncle roared at him trying to punch through whatever it was that was protecting Harry.
"I-I don't k-know. I-I'm sorry." Harry whispered as he crawled into a ball but he couldn't look away in fear that he would be hit without warning. His uncle turned around and grabbed a vase off the small table behind him and chucked it at Harry with all his strength.
Harry flinched and closed his eyes, waiting for the glass to shatter into his back but it didn't. He heard the sound of shattering glass and he looked up. The blue mist stopped the vase from going any further and it shattered upon impacted with the almost clear shield.
Harry watched as his relatives had to hold up their arms to stop the glass from hitting their faces. Glass imbedded into their arms and trickles of blood flowed from the small wounds.
The glass that was supposed to his him moved like an invisible circular wall was in front of him. On the ground was a clear curved line of where the glass wasn't able to get in. No glass on one side a pile of glass surrounding the other.
Uncle Vernon looked up quickly, probably to see if he hurt Harry any, and turned red to blue in four seconds.
"YOU MOTHER FUCKING FREAK! I WILL KILL YOU!" He screamed so loud Harry was surprised the neighbors didn't hear. His uncle jumped a few inches off the ground and toward Harry, planning to impale him.
Harry watched, still curled in his ball, as his uncle's belly hit the clear wall and bounce straight back and land on his wife and child. All three screamed when Vernon fell and Harry wanted to laugh. Vernon struggled to get up as his family screamed at him.
After they all got on their feet they all ran toward Harry, faces red. They pounded at the wall until they were out of energy. They kicked, threw things, scratched at the bubble, and Dudley and his Uncle even got a baseball bat and a brick and started hitting, but nothing worked.
Harry was frightened out of his mind when he watched his relatives try to get through the wall to kill him. It made him incredibly happy that they couldn't get through because if they did Harry believed they really would kill him.
They all sat down in front of the ball called Harry, pissed of like no other. It was night fall and they were trying to beat through whatever was protecting Harry for hours. While they were dripping blood and sweat he was sitting there quivering; the son of a bitch.
"Leave." Was the first thing out of his uncle's mouth. Harry looked up to see his uncle glaring at him. "Leave, god damn you and never come back! And take you bag of magic tricks with you!" He yelled now.
"Vernon!" His aunt replied. Harry's head whipped to his aunt of all people he would think she was the last one to stick up for him; not that he wanted to stay there. But he was right when he said that she wouldn't stick up for him, her next words proved it.
"Remember, we'll die if we let him stop living here. Now I really don't give a damn about Lilly's whore child but I do not want to die!" She yelled at her husband. Vernon looked to the boy and back to his wife and whale of a child, who was in his mother's arms whimpering like he was the starved and beaten one.
"Fine, Dudley, Petunia, go pack your things." He said looking away from Harry.
"What are we going to do with him Vernon?" She hissed out like Harry was a bad disease that she wanted to exterminate forever.
"We are going to leave him here. If we die if he leaves then we'll just leave. I finished paying off this home and I have enough to buy another. We'll just make him live here alone." He said just about to the stairs. Petunia helped her son off and both ran after Harry's uncle.
"But Vernon that would be a waste of money. Just think of how much you'd have to spend to keep this place running!" His aunt said with an exasperated tone.
"On no, Petunia, I'm not going to pay for anything. This land is already ours but I'm not going to pay for water, or electricity, or any other thing he needs. I will pay a lawn mower boy ten pounds to mow the lawn every two weeks only because I don't want the fine from the city. I'll also have someone pick our mail up so people from… his lot don't know we left." Harry heard his uncle explaining as he went up the stairs.
Harry was ecstatic inside. He got the whole house to himself! That was his dream! To get away from his relatives and live alone but they were doing it for them. He heard his uncle's loud voice on his mobile phone yelling at a movers van company.
"I don't care what bloody time it is I want to rent a truck! I'll drive it myself then! Thank you! Now I will be there in two minutes." He heard his uncle snap his mobile shut as he stomped down the steps ignoring Harry as he walked out of the house and slammed the door shut.
Harry stood up shakily, hearing his aunt telling Dudley to pack everything he could, and walked into his cupboard. He shut the door not caring if they locked him in, he knew he could kick the door down anyway.
He heard his aunt running around outside his cupboard door, cursing as she stepped on glass. He heard her throwing food into boxes and setting plates, cups, and utensils into boxes without wrapping. He heard Dudley running, well clomping, around the house whining to his mother asking where his video games were or his mini television. The front door burst open and Harry heard his Uncle walk in.
"Petunia, I have a truck and two workers! Get our luggage into the car and the boxes and furniture into the truck, now!" He yelled to his wife.
"Man, this place doesn't even look like you're moving. Sure you need our help man?" Harry assumed one of the workers said.
"Yes, this will be our summer home." He said in a gruff voice. "All I need you to get are the beds upstairs, everything from the living and dining room, and the dressers and furniture from the house." He said to them gruffly.
"That will take forever!" One complained.
"I'll pay you double now hurry up." His uncle practically yelled to them.
"Yes sir." They said in a sarcastic tone as they walked to the living room. "Yo, woman, sweep that glass up will ya?" Petunia didn't argue back and a moment later Harry heard the broom collecting glass and her sweeping it up into the dust pan.
"Dude, you want this?"
"Yes!" Was a screamed reply. Harry started to nod off and he fell onto his cot hearing the sounds of people bustling about outside of his door. Soon he quickly fell into slumber for the second time that night.
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A crash woke Harry and he shot up in bed again frantically looking around.
"You nit wits! How could you break that? It's a picture frame!" He heard the unmistakable yell of his uncle.
"Sorry man, you've had us working all night, were tired." Harry heard a yawn and a scoff.
"Is that everything? Did you get all the furniture? What about you Petunia, did you get all the food and pots and pans? What about or clothes? Dudley did you get everything of yours? All your games and toys?" Harry guess people must have nodded because the only vocal response he heard were yawns.
"Good now let's get out of here." Harry heard the shuffling of feet and the door slam. Harry listened very closely and heard a truck and car start up and pull away, speeding down Privet Drive. Harry still sat and listened in case anyone was still there but heard nothing.
Harry tried to push his door open but of course they locked him in. He laid back on his bed, raised his feet up, and intended to kick it open only he didn't have to; the door burst open on its own. Harry got out of the tiny space and looked around him. Belongings showing that this was the Dursley home were all gone.
The walls were bare, nothing was in the living room, and there was trash on the floor. It was just empty. Harry toured the house, one because he'd never seen the basement, and two he wanted to see if everything was gone.
When he finished his search it finally sank in that they really did up and leave. Two towels, a broken chair, and a bit toast on a napkin were all that were left. He looked up when he had to shield his eyes; it was day break and the sun was coming in the un-curtained window.
Harry walked back to his cupboard and grabbed the never ending bag that was laying there. He picked it up and walked back to the living room and sat on the carpet. He opened it up and reached in, he brought out the blanket and pillow, his new favorite toy the dragon, a bottle of orange juice and a box of cereal.
He opened the tiny box of food and thought about how much his life change in forty-eight hours. He didn't even know Draco two days ago and Harry knew if it wasn't for him then his magic wouldn't have protected him and he wouldn't be sitting here in the living room eating breakf….
Harry stopped chewing mid thought. It was real, his magic was real! It even protected him! His relatives left and weren't coming back because of it! Harry jumped up and started screaming for joy and running around.
'They were gone, they were gone, and he had magic!' He stopped and picked up the dragon Draco gave him and squealed in delight at it.
"Their gone!" He laughed to the inadament object and hugged it close to his chest. "Their gone, their gone, their gone!" That's all he could say as he ran around the house. Harry stopped when he was out of breath and flopped down onto the carpet.
"I should tell Dray about this." The thought aloud to himself. He looked outside to the rising sun and realized it was too early to go meet him, he was probably still asleep. He figured he'd keep himself busy and took the never ending bag and his dragon into the kitchen.
There was still a refrigerator attached to the wall in the kitchen but if Harry remembered his Uncle wasn't going to pay the bill. He set the bag and dragon on the counter and set off getting all the food from the bag. The counter filled up in no time at all and soon he was setting things on the floor.
When he was done half the floor and the whole counter was filled with food. He wondered how Draco fit all that food in front of them in the tunnel. He started rearranging things so they were in the same type of groups.
He had fruit in one, and drinks in another, candy and sweets in one, frozen stuff in another. It was fairly organized for a six-year-old. Finally when Harry was happy he climbed onto the counters and put things away.
He decided to put the cold in frozen things in the fridge and freezer just because he'd know where they were at. Once he put the last butter beer in the fridge he looked outside and noticed the sun raised a lot, it wasn't even shining in the front window anymore.
He ran to his cupboard and changed into the pants he wore the day before and put on his flimsy sneakers, ran to grab the never ending bag and his dragon and ran out the front door not caring that he still wore the pajama shirt from the night before.
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Hope you like! Tell me if I did anything wrong I'd like to fix it. I know Harry's family moving out wasn't the best idea but there was a reason behind it.
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