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"Harish… don't you ever just wish that we didn't have to go through all of this? That we could just get what we want without having to deal with fools like Dumbledore?"
"Every day of my life, Tom."
Tom smiled and pecked him on the cheek. "Here's to hoping."
"Boy! Why are you lazing about?!"
Harry James Potter rolled his eyes because he was still weeding the garden despite not going at the pace Petunia wanted. Honestly, unlike some people he could actually multitask.
Harry seeing visions of the man named Tom wasn't anything new. In fact, he couldn't go at least a day without seeing something. That vision in particular had been memorized ages ago. And every now and then a new vision would show up.
Harry wished his life was easy as the Harish man's seemed to have been. Instead, he was stuck living with Muggles, and not even pleasant ones. Lily had hated Petunia and had nary a good thing to say about the woman or her offspring. Why did Albus Dumbledore decide to put him here?
In fact, from what little visions Harry had gotten thanks to his magic, he was supposed to have gone to Padfoot. Padfoot had been there. He'd given Harry to the Hagrid fellow to watch over but he'd never come back and Harry didn't know what had happened to him.
So he was stuck with his mother's errant sibling and her lard of a husband and his miniature clone.
At the age of four, Harry Potter was a lot smarter than his cousin who was a month older than he. His grasp of the English language had been vast from a younger age and now that his mouth had been trained in properly pronouncing the vowels and consonants, he no longer slurred his words or improperly sounded words out.
Dudley was lucky if he could get it across that he wanted food without using hand signals. Out of the students in their pre-primary school, Tykes n' Tots - worst name for an educational facility ever - Dudley was the worst in the grade and Harry was the best.
Of course, when he managed perfect scores across his first report, Vernon and Petunia had received a nasty shock when Dudley did not do so well and were required to go to the school with both boys to confer with the teacher, Miss Bigby.
They spun a semi-compelling yarn about how Harry took credit for all of Dudley's work and how he cheated off the other boy all the time. The teacher took their words with a nod and then offered to test both he and Dudley right then and there to prove themselves.
Petunia and Vernon agreed and so the boys were forced on either side of the room and given tests. Small, ten questions that simply required them to fill in the correct bubble. She read off the questions, since normal four years olds couldn't read like Harry could, and then the answers which were labeled A-D.
Dudley demonstrated nothing amazing. He mixed of D and B and failed his entire test while Harry had actually finished his long before she had begun reading the questions.
Harry received the same grade he'd been getting since school began and Miss Bigby informed his aunt and uncle that Dudley was too busy whinging about food to pay attention in class. The mini whale ate too much and they were warned explicitly to get him on a proper eating schedule lest he'd become too unhealthy to help when the time came.
Harry was accused of using his freakishness on the teacher of course and was sentenced to his cupboard without food for three nights.
That was the first straw.
The second came in the form of Dudley attempting to bully him and breaking his leg by falling down the stairs. Vernon had raised his belt to Harry that time and only Harry's bare grasp of magic had him capable of lessening the blow.
And just now… being treated like a slave when he was just four years old. Especially when all Dudley did was eat and watch the telly. He'd had enough.
Harry brushed his dirty hands off on his ragged, threadbare trousers that had once been Dudley's. They were two sizes too large and stained from repeated wearings.
He'd waited before acting. He didn't want to act rashly in case they had a change of heart but it was obvious that Petunia and Vernon did not plan to change anything about themselves or their son and therefore Harry wasn't going to be kind.
It had been a year since the belt incident and his grasp on his magic - thanks to some of those visions he'd always got - was a lot better. He could do some things. The Muggles didn't know that he knew he was magical but oh the surprise that was in store for them.
Harry walked into the house, completely ignoring Petunia as she began to scream at him for daring to enter while completely filthy and having not finished his work. Without preamble, Harry waved a hand and stuck the woman to the ceiling, enjoying how her eyes dilated in horror.
Her high pitched wailing got Dudley's attention and the boy hobbled into the room on his forearm crutches. Harry stuck him to the ceiling as well just because he felt like it.
It was time to iron out details.
"Your idiot offspring tried to hit me and fell down the steps because he's too fat to catch himself. You let your husband beat me for it. That ends now, or else I will leave you up there. You are my guardian at present, not him. He touches me again, my magic can do worse than stick you to ceilings," he bluffed. While he knew from his visions that his magic could do worse, it didn't mean he could actually do any of it. But a little fib here and there wouldn't do him any harm.
Dudley was screaming for his mummy to make Harry let him down, Petunia was caterwauling for the whole neighborhood to hear.
"Honestly," he tsked. "What would the neighbors think?"
Her mouth snapped shut instantly. Vanity would be her downfall.
"I am a human being, whether you wish to believe it or not. I do not think myself to be better than you, but I do know that you aren't better than me in the least. Shall I remind you that there are despicable people out there, who can do what I do, but would slaughter you for even glaring at them the wrong way? I could kill you but what would that do for me? Nothing."
Petunia gulped, her fear becoming obvious. Dudley's cries persisted.
Though it disgusted him to say - for some inexplicable reason too - he had to add, "I'm sure Dumbledore wouldn't be too happy. What would happen if he were to find out that I was somehow killed by your husband or permanently damaged? What could he do to you? He, whom everyone in the magical world reveres and fears and wouldn't hesitate to please should he ask."
He was laying it on thick. From what Harry could remember Lily and James saying and meeting the man in person, plus the few visions he'd gotten that spoke of the man, Dumbledore was a very important political figure as a defeater of the former Dark Lord and leader of the Order of the Phoenix which opposed the Dark's regime.
Dumbledore didn't care about Harry's health, else he would have shown up at some point to check up on him. He didn't care for Harish or Tom either. He had left Harry with these people for a reason and while Harry didn't know the reason for it, he knew it wasn't good.
But still, he held power and Petunia at least knew that, if her widened eyes were anything to go by.
"I see you comprehend my meaning. I will be taking the pig's second bedroom, because a cupboard isn't good enough. You will feed me every meal from now on and allow me use of the toilet whenever I so choose. I will do my chores so long as your soon-to-be diabetic son does work as well. Catering to his every whim has put his health at risk. He could die because of you. Some work will do him good. Or I'll just assume you don't care about his health.
You have two children in your dubious care and you abuse both of us, but at different ends of the spectrum. No four year old should weigh almost one hundred pounds, Aunt Petunia!"
Petunia's frazzled eyes turned to see Dudley who had finally calmed down enough to a bare whimper and sniffle every few seconds.
Harry did not like Dudley in the least but he could at least recognize that Dudley too was being abused. Over-indulgence in his food addiction could cause him serious harm later. Harry had asked the librarian down the street about it and she told him what she could, a little skeptical because of his diminutive stature.
Dudley could very well die because of his parents and while Harry didn't like him, he didn't wish death on him. That was a tad extreme for two warring four year olds.
Harry left the two up there for an hour to get his point across. In the meantime, he'd bathed, moved what little possessions he had into his new bedroom and moved all of Dudley's accumulated junk into his own room, and even made himself lunch.
By the time he'd let them down, Petunia was strangely silent and Dudley was watching his hands like they were going to attack him.
Vernon was in for a very rude awakening that evening at dinner.
Harry James Potter awoke abruptly, heart pounding in terror. His dream - or was it a vision? - had probably been the most terrifying to date.
He'd been burned alive. Or rather… Harish had been burned alive. Or was he Harish? They looked the same.
But the flames had been so hot. And Tom. He could hear Tom's anguished screams. Harry was sure that Tom and Harish were either family or maybe married like Harry's aunt and uncle were. They kissed often enough.
Whether these were in the past, happening currently, or had yet to occur, they were a tad scary.
Harry ran his hands over his arms just to make sure that he had indeed not burned to death. That it was just a dream/vision.
With shudders wracking his small frame, Harry laid back down, but sleep never came.
A/N: Another is done!
-My cousin Jordan was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes at the age of 10 for weighing over 200lbs. Over-indulgence has cost him years of his life and now he needs to take insulin every day, twice a day.
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