"Speech"

"Demonic Speech"

"Techniques"

'Thoughts'

Narrative

#Parseltongue#

"Wrath was the emption that defined us when we were wrong, thus to get a beginning grasp of my power, a large amount of anger is required."

'But, like you said, I possess none of the seven in abundance, how can I access your power?'

"The answer is in the question boy, you possess wrath, just not much of it, it is merely a question of drawing it out."

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"... If there's something wrong with the bitch then there's something wrong with the pup."

'That... Bitch!'

"That's it boy! Play on your wrath! Draw on my power!"

"... Honestly Vernon, I'm surprised you-"

The beastly growl and ominous aura coming from the boy was enough to alert even the inebriated Marjorie Dursley that something was definitely not quite right.

"Boy, I think its time you went to bed."

"Nonsense Vernon, the little brat is probably filled with pride at the mention of his parents, scum that they were."

But that line proved to much for the boy's restraint, with a roar an ominous red shroud began to cover him, settling over him like a cloak, with two pointed ears atop his head and two tails, waving about behind him. He approached the woman, slowly, and began to sing.

"Poor little Dursley got it into her head, that I will taker her insults and just go to bed"

He grabbed her round the neck, the others petrified with fear, were unable to move. Looking into his eyes, the woman saw only one thing behind those red slitted irises, her own death... Wait! Red slitted irises?

"B-boy, y-your eyes, what's happening with your eyes URK!"

But lost in his rage, Harry could only continue to sing, while slowly increasing pressure on her neck.

"Poor little Dursley, I'm not going to bed, no little Dursley I only see RED!"

And with that final exclamation the pressure on the woman's neck was vastly increased and all that could be heard was growling and spluttering.

"Boy... Harry please. You'll kill her."

'Kill?!'

"Oh? You can keep your sense of self even after accessing my full power? Impressive."

'I... don't want to kill'

And with that, the shroud vanished, and with it, the sense of dread. Shortly after, the boy fled. Where to? The Dursley's Never found out, nor did they want too, they feared for quite some time, the boy would return and enact his vengeance on them all.

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"I must say Mr. Potter, the accidental magic you did was quite impressive, to not only leave burns like that without killing your Aunt, but also not setting off our detectors, why if the Headmaster not informed us, we wouldn't have known anything occurred at all!"

"Erm, thank you minister? Am I in trouble"

"Nonsense dear boy, for your magic to react like that you were obviously in danger. Still that showed them eh? I have taken the liberty of paying for your stay with Tom over the summer, try not to get into to much trouble eh Harry?"

"I won't, thank you minister."

"You are most welcome Mr Potter, now I must bid you goodnight."

"Of course, goodnight minister."

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'Runes and Care of Magical Creatures? Why those two? And why should I even listen to you? You nearly made me kill Aunt Marge!'

"I did? Boy I gave you my power, if there was no rage I could not have amplified it, and that singing? Child that was all you. Still you managed to suppress two tails, that is no small feat."

'Tails?'

"Do you not recall... Of course you don't recall what you looked like. When accessing my power you begin to take on some of my features. Use half my power and you obtain a shroud with fox ears and a tail, all my power and you obtain a second tail."

'And if I use less than half?'

"Your features become more animalistic. I shall assist you in learning control and restraint of my power, once we reach your school."

'I see, thank you. Gluttony?'

"Hm?"

'Why Runes and Care?'

"Divination is only useful for those who possess the sight, you do not. Arithmancy is, from looking at your memories something you would not excel in. Magical creatures are useful, especially in potioneering and as guardians, while your mother always spoke fondly of the many uses of runes."

'You knew my parents?'

"I was your father's cloak, I did not interact with him as I do you, though I did partially influence him..."

The vulpine grin on Gluttony's face was almost visible to the young wizard. But he did not care as Wizard and disembodied spirit spent most of the night discussing various things, such as lessons, pranks, and the parents of the young orphan. This discussion sparked a bond between the two, this bond will have ramifications none will have forseen, except for one. A blonde haired prankster with a sunny disposition and tendency to invent the impossible...