Training
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"" -Talking
Slant -Thinking
ss""ss - Parseltongue
"Almost, just a little bit more, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty! " the raven haired boy instantly collapsed after finishing the last exercise he'll be doing today, 50 pushups. After a few minutes, the boy finally sat up, though his breathing is still abnormally quick, his face had return to it's normal color, instead of the beet red it was just a few moments ago. Time to go back into the house.
"Freak!! Take a shower then go into the cupboard. Hurry! I need to lock it before we go out."
Before Harry stepping into the shower, Harry took some time to take a good look a his own body. Though the body still tilt toward skinny, there are muscles to seen, unlike the pure skin-and-bones condition in his past life. This will benefit him greatly in the future, both magically and physically, since the body is just a vessel for the soul and the magical core, the stronger the body, the stronger the magic, one limit's the other as they grow, relatively speaking, of course.
As the water is running, so is his mind, as the years go by, he is already spotting some not-so-important differences from his "past life", for example, friends. Although in his past life he never had friends until Hogwarts, the reason being, of course, the gargantuan being Dudley, chasing away anyone who even tried to get close to him. But now, everybody seems to just naturally back away from him, granted, one of the reasons being that Harry seems to be constantly emitting a freezing aura. Even some of the adults tend to shrink away in his coldness, which, in their sense, only proved to solidify the rumors of Harry being a juvenile delinquent and a freak of nature.
Why am I thinking this? Am I, lonely? Harry began doubting his own resolve of protecting himself, distance himself from everyone, may they be a possible friend or foe. NO! I have made this decision, there will be no regrets! And, as history proves, befriending others mean only two things, getting betrayed or getting them killed, I don't need that. Harry kept repeating that thought to reassure himself more than anything else, few moments later, he have left that moment of weakness and insecurity.
Harry arrives downstairs, after that, a unexpected blow to the head and getting locked into the dark cupboard. I'm still too incautious, Harry's mind suddenly popped up an image of Mad-eye Moody shouting "Constant vigilance!" Harry's last thought was, HA!, before he was consumed by the sleepiness, no doubt caused by the unexpected trauma.
How many times have I fainted and woken up alone this year? Maybe ten, fifteen times? Harry just shrugged away the nagging pain on the back of his head, he was used to the pain, since he began his not-so-cautious training in his mind power, fainting and constant headache became a frequent visitor. What time is it? Stepping outside of the cupboard, completely ignoring the lock on his door, he had opened this lock so many times he could basically recreate the whole thing inside out if given time.
Looking outside and seeing that night had already fallen, Harry frowned, 3~4 hours, I have skipped my daily mental training, I can't start now, they'll be back soon. Harry then decided to continue on to the backyard. Then walking straight toward one of the unnoticeable small bushes on the side, under there is the only two companion over the years, two grass snakes.
Strange though, maybe in some way affected by Harry's constant use of magic near them, these snakes seems to be relived of their natural "need" to be around water and at the same time changing their diet,. And , they don't seem to stop growing, unlike their natural brethren, who grow only to 2~3 feet, these two snakes are already at 4 feet in length. ss"Sorry for leaving you guysss here, the neighborhood iss doing a pest control sweep"ss.
The male of the two snakes seem to writhe around for a moment before hissing loudly, "Masster, no matter. The winter is coming, we must resst and prepare for our hibernation."
ss"I'll come back with a couple of ratss rats in a few days, then I'll see you two in a few months."ss
"Goodbye, master."
Then the male moved back alongside the female who never even moved an inch, knowing who arrived.
When the Dursleys finally returned, it was already 11 o'clock, simply one hour until midnight, when of course, Harry is once again safely "locked inside the cupboard.
"Oh, little Duddiekins, you go wash up and go to bed, I'll be there in a moment to read you a story." This voice, of course, belong to that skinny frame of a woman, Petunia. Her body was nothing but skin an bones, Harry once wondered, how was Dudley born, and how is his mom still alive? But he instantly expelled the thought as it came with an unforgettable image, one, to be simply put, resembles that of a starved giraffe and an oversized hippo, disgusting.
"You, boy, are you dead yet? If not, come out and get some food after we are all asleep, then you are to instantly return to your cupboard, don't touch anything, wouldn't want your filthy little hands to contaminate my furnitures." As sh walked by, she simply unlocked the lock, not bothering to check if the boy in there is conscious or not
Ahhh, yes, the loving compliments, Harry thought as a string of profanities blasted itself from his dear uncle's fat mouth. The nicer of which are freak and little monster. The wonders never seem to end, do they, such a vile muggle family is related to him and Lily Potter, mother, father, as these thuoghts drag him to reminicing the days when his parents were still alive, my parents, my love has been forever buried alongside with you.
But his thoughts were interrupted by a strike of hunger and thirst, my need to consume of water and food seem to lessened slightly, less frequent, nut Harry simply brushed it off as a result of constant and non-stop practicing of magic. Harry seemed to depend more and more on magic instead of relying on food and water to transfer the energy his body needs, whether that's good or bad, he don't know, but since he can't do anything to stop it, he just let it continue. After that, Hary simply ate and fell asleep in his bed, if it can be called a bed.
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Author Note: Everyone have their moment of weakness, especially the dark ones, try being a 22 year old, living his not-so-great childhood, no friends, no family. The original Harry didn't mind cause he thought that was completely normal, but this Harry knows better, and all he had to support him now is hate and the fact that, in the future, he'll be going one on one with the most powerful Dark Lord of the century, so you'll get why he's a bit twisted. VOTE AND REVIEW!! The reviews are my one and only motivation for writing, I need it!
PS I need a lot of reviews and character names, send the recommended character name in alongside the review, right now, I need the name of the snakes.
PSS The relationship between body and magic, I think it's true, the stronger the body, the more magic that can be transferred through it, the stronger the magic, the more it naturally strengthens your body. One limits the other, if one of them is low, it won't help alot if the other one is weak, like Crabbe and Goyle, or the original Harry.