Warnings: child abuse, homicide, slash-sex, bdsm, spanking, torture, lots of kinks and Chan/Shouta
Disclaimer: Don't own shit, and you better not talk about it, cus I might just kill you.
Warnings this chap: None
A/N: I'm so sorry for how late this is. It's been almost a year! All I can say is – I've done a lot of growing up this year. I had my first serious BDSM relationship, which stole a lot of my time and all of my creativity ^^' I was so excited about my RL that I forgot about my fandom. My life has changed some, and I've a lot of new experiences.
All of this is just excuses, but I promise you, as I have before, that this will never get abandoned. I hate abandoned stories! I'm trying to get over my writers block by posting what I have. This is in short, a filler. Nothing happens, but I need it to get started again! Please… don't hate me.
Don't know if you have all noticed the oneshot I posted, like, 4 months ago? Gift-fic for the 100th reviewer. See? It pays off to review.
As I said last chap, there's a time-jump. Harry is ten now.
Behind Green Eyes
By AtrumMaximus
Harry was reading a book.
He was in his cupboard again, though the place was barely recognizable from a few years back.
The interior wasn't at all the same. One of the few small tweak he'd dared made in his relative's brains was the strong urge to not look into the cupboard. A necessity, because Harry would have a hard time explaining how he had used the spells he'd learned the past years to not only make his room big enough to fit in a small wardrobe and a real bed, but also to shape a huge bookshelf into the wall, one that was big enough to hold all his purchases from the Alleys.
There were rather many at this point. Harry had made it a habit to go to the Alleys once every other month and buy some books and potions supplies, plus to get information about the on-goings in the Wizarding world. He would sometimes - if he had the time, that is - hang around in a café in Diagon or a bar in Knockturn or Opliveaon to watch the wizards and witches and glean information from their conversations.
This had brought him a good understanding of the traditions and the mannerism in Wizarding world, not to mention a huge collection of books.
Harry felt more at home in the Wizarding world than in the muggle at this point, which was how it should be. He was not after all, a muggle. He was a first generation pureblood, and heir to the Potter family, and he was proud of it.
Harry did not have as many chores to do for his relatives anymore (guess why), so it was only lunchtime. He had planned to stay inside his cupboard and read, and preferably avoid the ruckus, but even from in there it was impossible. You see, it wasn't any other day, it was Dudley's birthday, so of course the Dursley family had been even more annoying than usual.
The morning had been one long unbearable ritual of gift-opening and cake that was cut early for Dudderkins sake. Harry had gone through his own morning routine in the background, pretending that his relatives didn't exist. Mostly because if they did, he'd have to kill them for being so annoying, and that would be a bit premature.
Piers Polkins had come over a short while ago and the noise level had – if possible – raised yet another notch. Harry had almost given up on the book he was reading. (Dark Magicks – yay or nay? A modern underground piece that was being sold cheaply in Knockturn. It touched upon some interesting points.)
The sounds at the moment indicated that Dudley was once again complaining about something or other.
Sighing Harry closed his book.
Well, he would just go to the Alleys then – it had been a while anyway. And it would get him out of the house.
Harry put on his own trousers and shoes and packed a small bag with his shirt and wallet. He would put the shirt on when he was in the subway as always. He was also good enough at his glamour to put it on with a thought, so his alter ego was as ready as need be.
Unfortunately Vernon called him over the moment he left his cupboard.
"Look boy, Dudley says he wants to go to the Zoo. But Petunia and I aren't about to leave you alone to destroy our home. So you will have to go over to the crazy old Figg-lady this afternoon, you got it?"
Petunias screeching voice cut in.
"But Vernon, dear! The dreadful lady is on vacation, remember?"
Dudley started crying.
Harry felt like killing someone. Preferably several someones who were in close proximity.
Vernon looked like he was thinking very hard, a very rare look on the man. "Well – I suppose he will just have to go with us then."
Dudley wailed so loudly that even Petunia the forever-deaf when it came to her obnoxious son, felt the need to hush him.
Harry simply looked at the whale without comprehension and then proceeded to walk in a big circle around him towards the door. Vernon grabbed his arm.
"Where do you think you're going freak?" His face was going through the first stages of its transformation towards grape.
"Out" Was Harry simple answer, but seeing as Vernon did not seem to understand the concept, he felt the need to clarify. "You don't want me alone in the house. Dudderkins don't want me to come to the zoo. So I'm leaving."
Vernon didn't look like the logic struck a chord.
"Do you think we are going to just let you wander around causing trouble while were gone? Why you…" He looked like he was going to grab Harry, and Petunia's shrill voice supplied him with another well-used argument: "What would the neighbors say?"
Harry struggled with his homicidal urges for several seconds of silence. Then he gave his most pleasant (read: creepy) smile and gave a mocking half-bow. "Well, let us proceed to the car then." Vernon blinked stupidly a couple of times, and then frowned suspiciously. The horse-face was busy stuffing candy bars into Dudley's face to shut him up.
Harry walked past Vernon, careful not to let any part of his body come in connection with the mountain of filth. Upon reaching the car, he turned back towards the Dursleys. "Come on, you don't want the neighbors to stare, do you?"
The car ride was spent in uncomfortable silence. Well, uncomfortable for everyone but Harry, who was too busy being pleased (and creepy) to notice. He'd just remembered an old idea that would be the perfect pastime. After discovering he was parselmouth he'd sometimes picked up a snake for short conversations, but he had never encountered any very interesting species. The magical snakes available in Knockturn were always very poisonous and therefore kept in close view by the shop owners. Which meant Harry had no way to converse with them without revealing his ability, something he had no interest in.
Therefore he had at some point decided that he would have to go to a muggle zoo, to find out if all snakes were as insipid as those he had met so far. After all, there wasn't much use in being able to converse with snakes, if all of them had the mentality of 5-year-olds.
He had forgotten about the plan until recently, being more focused on visiting the magical world, than a common muggle amusement park, but this was as good an opportunity as he would ever get. And though the subject wasn't very important to him, it was still something he had looked into. After all, there was no logical reason for him to be a parselsmouth, as far as he could understand.
He had bought a few books on the subject of parseltongue, but they turned out to be utter rubbish. It was clear that none of them were written by a parselmouth, and that information on the subject was generally sparse. But from he'd gathered, parseltongue were only to be found in the bloodline of Salazar Slytherin, a man who's last descendant had supposedly died about 300 years ago.
This little fact had of course made Harry curious.
Mind you, not curious enough to override his interest in learning and researching more magic, since it had no immediate use, but enough that he could appreciate this silly little trip.
He could always go to the Alleys some other time. In fact, if his calculations were correct, he'd be going there soon no matter what. After all, his birthday was fast approaching, and with it his Hogwarts letter. This parody would soon end – and a new game would finally get started, the main players being one Harry James Potter and one Albus Dumbledore.