Warnings: child abuse, homicide, slash-sex, bdsm, spanking, torture, lots of kinks and Chan/Shouta
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine
Warnings this chap: None at all – I'm so boring it hurts.
A/N: This is not as late as the last one, but still I would like to aim for faster updates. It's not very likely though – I'm a lazy little shit.
Oh and happy premier! This update is in honor of the 7th movie and went to the premier of course – got 3 hours of sleep that night and then I went to school for 8 hours. It was… fun. I dressed up as Tom Riddle!
Behind Green Eyes
By AtrumMaximus
Harry kept up his experimenting the next weeks. His punishment from Petunia luckily consisted mostly of outdoors activities. Not that Harry generally enjoyed being outdoors, but it had its benefits when one was looking for discreet places to practice.
He had found an almost completely disguised area down one corner of the lawn, where he couldn't be seen from either the house or from Mrs. Figg's. He might be spotted from the street on the right side, so he still couldn't do anything too flashy, but at least his two most critical opponents (Dumbledore and the Dursleys) were completely cut off.
He couldn't' stay in his corner for too long, since Petunia wanted him in her sight at all times. She had the idea that every time her keen eyes weren't on him, he would be plotting the destruction of the world. Or just her family.
Right for once, dear Auntie.
He had the basic charms down, and even he thought did them easier than Vanessa had done when she first learned them – and she had had a wand. He also found that lumos was a brilliant spell to use at night in his cupboard – for the first time he could read without a flashlight. It was much more pleasant really.
One thing that bothered him though, was the total absence of what he would call 'fun' spells. Vanessa was a completely light witch, so though he knew through her of the existence of dark magic and the unforgivables, it was nothing that had ever been tried in practice – and he really wanted it to. He needed to know dark magic too, needed to know magic that would be useful in his plans for the future. Most of all he needed to know magic that Dumbledore possibly didn't know.
Vanessa's knowledge of the old wizard had only made him more wary of his self-imposed enemy. It was apparently a fact in the Wizarding world, that Albus Dumbledore was the most powerful light wizard – or wizard in general – in the last century.
That only made it more imperative for Harry to get hold of some knowledge of dark magic as soon as possible.
Which brought him to his latest dilemma – to go or not to go visit Diagon Alley.
The risk was really far too great, now that he knew he was being watched. His scar was far too noticeable and he was almost certain to be recognized. But on the other hand he really needed to get supplies for further training in magic, books about magic and potions equipment. He was really looking forward to trying potions for himself, but it would be impossible without the right resources.
The debate went back and forth in his head, and he was angry at himself for his indecision. It just wouldn't do, he was wasting time! He couldn't keep practicing minor spells, and if he wasn't going to Diagon Alley (or perhaps more precisely Knockturn) he would have to find another way to obtain knowledge of the Dark Arts.
There was another happening that made him certain that his right course was that of darkness.
It was a couple of weeks after the Vanessa-incident, when Harry was in his corner of the garden, practicing some basic transfiguration. He had been concentrating on the task at hand (turning a stone in front of him yellow and shaping it like the sun. Like I said; basic) so when a voice spoke right next to him, he jumped in shock, and had turned hurriedly, fearing very much to have been discovered.
It only unnerved him more when he saw no one.
The voice sounded again, from the grass in a nearby sunny spot. "Silly human, doing sparkly stuff. Sparkly stuff is nono, when sleeping." It grumbled. Harry couldn't' help his eyebrow rising in disbelief. Was it some sort of magical creature perhaps?
Harry walked to where the voice had sounded, and found that there was in fact nothing at all magical about the voice. It was a small garden snake, lying in the sun. It had clearly been disturbed in its slumber by Harry various magical experiments.
It also clearly wasn't speaking English.
"Big human, hovering, hovering! Hunting, hunting, hunting. Going away now, yes, hiding yes, no more sun no. Stupid human!" The snake moved as to hide away between the bushes. Harry reached out. "Stop!"
The garden snake hissed in surprise and turned back towards Harry. It babbled on in its primitive language, half in fear and half in exaltation. The most prominent word in the ranting was 'speaker'.
The snaked slithered at his feet, and Harry could feel a dull kind of triumph fill him.
Well.
He certainly hadn't expected this development.
Harry had of course sent the snake away again. The garden snake species was not very interesting in itself, and he found the constant childlike blabbering more than annoying. But it shouldn't be too hard to find a magical species of snake, or maybe just a more impressive muggle one. And he really wanted a snake now!
The fact that he was a parselmouth was more than enough proof, to make it clear what side he belonged on. It was supposedly – at least Vanessa thought so - a gift only for descendants of Slytherin himself, and the light considered it a dark pureblood gift. A pureblood gift. Which meant that either they were wrong, or his own magic blood must have countered the muggle blood from his mother for it to manifest itself in him. He could make a case for that anyway.
It would make it much easier for him to rally the purebloods.
The last known parselmouth was Lord Voldemort, and his gift had probably helped much in enabling him to become a dark lord. Of course, Harry wouldn't be able to reveal the ability before after he was out of Dumbledore's control.
And he wouldn't be able to acquire a proper snake, not one to bring to Hogwarts anyway.
Harry realized he wouldn't be able to use his gift after getting his letter. How disappointing - snakes were such elegant creatures, and he had really looked forward to getting a pet that was actually worthy of attention.
But perhaps he would be able to find a way to hide a snake with magic.
Which brought him back to getting the damn dark arts books.
It was only more imperative to make the decision, now that he was certain of his own adaptability to these arts. So, Harry decided that he wouldn't go there before he was fully convinced that he wouldn't risk being recognized. He would start immediately practicing glamours, notice-me-not charms and the color-changing spells. It should be enough.
Also, he would wear his own clothes when going there. It was close enough to the attire one would expect a pureblood heir to wear that he wouldn't be questioned.
Perhaps he could also enter from a less known entrance than the Leaky Cauldron. Vanessa had knowledge of one of the more dubious entrances at the less respectable end of the triad-area. Diagon was the shopping area, Knockturn the area for illicit activities together with the living area for the poorly creatures in the Wizarding world. But the third street in the triad was something else. Opliviaon Alley was a place – as the name suggested – for oblivion. The area was filled with clubs, whorehouses, Opium-cellars and other such indulgences. Everything pleasurable could be bought at Opliviaon.
Harry happened to know an illegal entrance through one of the lesser known bars, called The Heated Sow.
Not a place he really wanted to go, but it was less of a risk than going through the public routes. And anyway, by entering through Opliviaon he would be able to completely avoid setting foot on Diagon. People just didn't ask question at the other two alleys, so it really was a preferable way.
He still wouldn't go before he had the disguise spells down; it would be stupid to grow careless.
Now he just had to practice – and to decide how he wanted to look. The first things to get rid off were the scar and the glasses. The scar was bound to be difficult, but perhaps he could try a minor obscuration charm, and some muggle make-up on top of it.
He didn't actually know any spell for sight-correcting; he would have to make a potion. This would make that impossible too, until after his visit to the alleys. It seemed like he depend on muggle equipment this first time. How embarrassing.
Well, it shouldn't take too long to get ready then. He would get Petunia's permission to go into London city the next day, there he could order contacts and buy some make-up. Oh, and perhaps colored ones?
He would color his hair too, he could use a simple coloring charm for it. He could practice a charm for lengthening the hair too, to make it even more unrecognizable. That should be sufficient?
Yes. That was it; the rest would be a question of mannerism and attitude from his side. He would have to conceal any surprise or fear that his first meeting with the real Wizarding world should ignite, or he was sure to be taken advantage of.
The obscuration charm turned out to be relatively easy and he decided to use it in the future when he had to hide bruises. It was effective enough that combined with the muggle make-up, one wouldn't notice anything different – and it would be easier than concealing things with clothes. The makeup would probably also make it harder for a wizard to notice the use of magic.
He did make the mistake of trying the lengthening of his hair before absolutely necessary, resulting only in angering Vernon. Had to do a lot of cowering and sweet talking afterwards, since he needed to be in his relatives good graces – soon he would have to go pick up his new contacts.
The ordering of them had gone without a hitch, so the retrieving had better go just as easy. He predicted he would be able to sneak away to the Alleys in the Christmas vacation when the Dursleys were stuffing themselves and ignoring him. His preparations would be done by then.
Harry went and got the contacts the week after. It was a bit of a gamble, since he hadn't given the shop owner any address, and thus had no way of knowing if they were done. Luckily they were, and Harry only had to do some minor threatening to get them to hand them over without his guardian's signature. At first they weren't very intimidated by the 8-year-old boy, but apparently he could be very unnerving when he tried. Not many children were as cold as him.
He was going to try out his disguise tonight when the Dursleys went to bed. The first of December was in three days, so he would have time to perfect it – to make the details right. He had an understanding of wizard wears through Vanessa, but he hadn't tried it for himself before, so he would have to be extra cautious to not miss any details.
At ten he was locked in the Cupboard. The hair lengthening charm went quickly, and he let it do its job, stopping it just past the shoulders. He chose a deep red color and used the coloring charm. Then he carefully took out the contacts and after casting a cleaning charm – the warnings about dirt getting in the eye with the contacts were very thorough – he gently put them in.
I occurred to him that he should get new glasses. The world had a lot of details he was missing.
He cast the obscuration charm on his forehead and got out the make-up, trying to put it evenly on his skin. He would have to practice this a bit it seemed, applying make-up was turning out harder than he expected.
Last he put on his clothes. He salvaged the feeling of new clothes and the knowledge that it belonged to him alone. He really had to get away from here as soon as possible, he couldn't bear the thought of missing the feeling for the next 2 and a half years.
His disguise was finished. Now he only had to conjure a mirror and get the details in order, he didn't see the point in risking going to the bathroom and being heard. Besides, it was a chance of practice.
The spell was a bit trickier than he had practiced before (the texture of melted glass was hard to get down, and even harder to make from air molecules) but he succeeded.
Studying himself in the new endowment in his little cupboard, he frowned at his hair. It was very messy. It was even more noticeable than when he had short hair, flowing wildly around his head. He didn't like it. Perhaps he would search through his spell arsenal for a hair curling spell, it would perhaps help.
What he did like was his contacts. His eyes looked much wider (and prettier, but Harry didn't notice that of course) than usually, and the light grey color he had chosen fit perfectly with the color of his slipover. It was very elegant.
Someone else might have said he looked cute. Harry didn't – he thought he looked imposing. Oh well, as imposing as an 8-year-old would ever be.
He was ready.
A/N:
And that's it. Cut! Next one will be Diagon I think. I just couldn't resist it you know – even though it's too great a risk really. Oh well. I'm the author I decide!
Also, I'll be posting a oneshot or two soon – look out for it!
See you next round! :D
