Cupboard Under the Stairs
Three weeks. Three weeks since Dobby had appeared and ruined everything. three weeks since Harry had to go back to the Dursleys begging on hands and knees to be allowed to stay. Three weeks of being locked in his cupboard with only a piece of bread and a glass of toilet water each day. Three weeks of Noctis laughing at him for being pathetic and not standing up for himself or yelling at him for the very same reasons. Yes Harry James Potter's life was hell.
Mindscape
Boredom. Complete and utter boredom is all that Noctis was aware of. He spent time mocking harry and making his life hell but it got old fast. He learnt to manipulate the mindscape he was in and created worlds within it. He even created people for these worlds and watched them go about their lives. He watched as a young merceneray fought against a sorceress, as a young thief fought for a princess and a woman fought for her sister. And yet he was still bored.
Noctis wanted out. No matter what he tried though he did not have any power here compared to Harry. Several times he had attacked the little wimp only to be restrained. While he could do almost anything in the mindscape Noctis hated it because none of it was real. Noctis's life was hell.
Cupboard Under the Stairs
Bang Bang Bang. The door to the cupboard was flung open and bright light poured in blinding Harry in the process.
"Are you..."
"...All right Noctis?" two familiar voices asked.
"It's Harry not noctis" the boy said weakly.
"Ok..."
"...Whatever. are..."
"...you..."
"...ok?" By now Harry's vision cleared enough to see that the two voices belonged to Fred and George Weasley.
"Haha they are asking if you're ok? You are all skin and bones, covered in bruises and a total wimp if you didn't make mom cry i would be killing the person who did this to you right now."
"What...what are you doing here?"
"Got a letter..."
"...from Dumbledore..."
"...asking us to..."
"...check on you" they finished.
"What's the old man planning" Noctis asked suspiciously.
Harry ignored him and weakly pulled himself up into the light causing the twins to gasp. What they saw was a young boy who was almost literally skin and bones, was covered in bruises, by the way his shoulder looked it was most likely dislocated, his clothes were covere in his blood, piss and crap. Harry Potter looked like hell.
What followed was a lot of cursing and swearing before the twins grabbed Harry and pulled him outside and into a car that started to fly.
"Wh-what's going on?" Harry asked.
"We're bringing you..."
"...to our place."
Hey i am starting to realise that this story id getting harder and harder for me to write so it is up for adoption. If no one adopts it I will try to keep updating but I make no promises what so ever.
