12. Discoveries Discoveries
After the talk in the park, it seemed as if everything was easier for Harry. He had someone to share his life with, it finally had meaning and somebody relied on him.
Lottie was as bubbly as ever and now that she knew Harry was her friend stayed by his side even more than usual.
More clinginess not that Harry minded any more.
Harry took a look at his friend who in the past year has started to think of as what a little sister would feel like and felt content. She was someone who actually liked and wanted to be around him. She was someone he felt safe to care for, someone he could provide for and that's exactly what he did.
He taught her had to read, write her numbers he even bought her some better clothes for when they went out in public. He wanted to make the best experience for his self-proclaimed sister as she was now his.
And nobody messed with what was his.
This had some adverse effects to Charlotte's life.
Charlotte didn't notice it, but Harry most certainly did. The other orphanage kids took an extreme disliking to her more so now than ever before because they wanted what she had. The clothes, the education, and the love of a family they could see between the two orphans even though they weren't related. All of this bubbled beneath the surface of the most jealous orphans and as they knew it wasn't a good idea to mess with Harry, once again the Neanderthals try to go after the weakest link.
And that's where we find ourselves now. Harry who was now ten years old was thinking of the gift he was giving Lottie for her upcoming birthday. As it was a surprise, he never made it when she was around.
That and the magic that is.
He didn't want Charlotte to run away like everyone else did and think him a freak if he showed her who he really was and how he defended them against the kids of the orphanage.
He couldn't lose her and that was final.
The gift that Harry was working on was more of a subconscious strength that he was developing if anything. Lottie was always afraid of the dark and why wouldn't she be when she was the lightest thing in the room?
Harry decided to make her a necklace with a clear crystal that held his fire. When she wanted there to be light, there would be light. If she wanted nothing but warmth, then she would have that too. Harry was going through a myriad of colors during his training exercise. It was too easy to call upon his flames now. It was one of his very first powers that barely left a tug from his gut nowadays. What this was now about was trying to get his fire to work for someone else's desires through his will. A part of him that would always hold the fire aflame subconsciously that bowed to the whims of what Charlotte wanted whether it be the blue hues of a fire that reminded her of the ocean or a warm hearth that would keep her warm during the cold winter nights of the orphanage.
The necklace was kind of like a safety measure for Charlotte that Harry made to make sure she was okay. He always felt something different about her compared to the other kids and if she always had the necklace on her, his magic would hopefully connect and always watch over her.
Just like the guardian angel she thought he was.
As Harry was lost in his meditative stance that he started to do a year ago to maintain control over his powers, Lottie was out in the Garden nursing the flowers. It was midday and the sun shining down on her hair made it seem as if it was on fire. Her brown eyes sparkled as she watched her flowers. The flowers she planted last spring were now in full bloom. She had dirt smudged along a side of her cheek from constantly wiping sweat, a motion that covered the freckles on that half on her face, but overall she was still beautiful resembling the little princess Harry thought she was.
Since her back was turned, she didn't see Polly whose hair was now cut into a bob like fashion to make up for past incidences, walk up to her until she heard her speak and spun around startled.
"You think you're so special don't you Pottie" Polly scoffed looking at Lottie who was donning a bright yellow sundress with a white sash that easily outshone the plain gray dress the she was wearing.
"Just because you have better clothes doesn't make you better. You are still nothing but the freaky girl who played by herself at the playground because no one likes you" She finished crosses her arms in satisfaction when Charlotte lowered her head.
"I'm not a freak" She whispered. Voice quivering as flashbacks of her life before Harry played.
"Yes you are just like the boy you share a room with, but I guess that's okay" she said before smirking, "You guys can be freaks together"
Harry who was finally finished with his meditation and almost perfecting his gift for Charlotte stood up and stretched. He wondered where she was as around this time she would be finished gardening and trying to annoy him by now. He set out towards the garden after guarding his room. A couple of weeks ago when he was looking for Charlotte again he stopped by the garden and although she wasn't there something peculiar did happen.
Flashback
Harry was looking for Charlotte once again after her wondering off somewhere and started at her favorite place to be.
The garden.
As he approached it, it seemed as if there wasn't a soul in sight as he opened the gates, his assumption was correct as no one was in there.
He sighed and as he was about to leave he heard a faint whisper
~Food. I need food. Ratssss. Yesss ratssss are food. Deliciousss food.~
Harry looked around but there was still no one in the garden.
~Who's there~ Harry said unknowingly in the language of the snakes.
~A ssspeaker. Fasscinating. Do you happen to have any ratss on you? Yess yess yummy rats.~
Harry would have said he was mental if all the other extraordinary events never happened to him because he was a snake slithering up to him and he was actually having a conversation with it.
Harry knelt down to its level ~Ssspeaker? Are there more of us out there? I just now realized I had this talent.~ Harry finished in amazement.
~Of courssse you are a sssspeaker! The snake said indignantly. You are talking to me are not? There isss only one other I knew of from word of mouth but he'sss long gone, ssso do you have ratsss or not?
Flashback ends
Since then, Harry offered the snake now dubbed Reina a place in my room as the orphanage had more rats than the garden and in return she has been guarding our room not the Charlotte knew anything of it.
As Harry finally got towards the garden he came across the scene of Charlotte on her knees looking as if she was about to cry With Polly once again being the Blond jealous witch he always knew she was.
He caught the last words that had him tensing up.
"I'm not a freak" Charlotte whispered. Voice quivering as flashbacks of her life before Harry played.
"Yes you are just like the boy you share a room with, but I guess that's okay" Polly said before smirking, "You guys can be freaks together".
And before Harry could now end the conflict Charlottes head snapped up and it was as if she was about to explode with furious emotions.
"I am not a freak and Harry isn't a freak either! He's my big brother who treats me better than all of you combined! You are the freak not us you and now I hope one day you will feel how you've made us feel ever since I got here."
Her brown eyes were in a fury and as she finished her sentence, something seemed to wash over Polly and she began to cry, weeping big ugly tears as if she was experiencing the worst moments of her life and Charlotte looked confused and just a little bit afraid.
Harry not really paying attention to the insufferable girl's torment was more focusing on Charlotte. He knew what washed over the girl because it was the same thing he felt whenever he did something of the same extent.
Lottie had magic!
She was more like him than he had ever thought and it was gloriously magnificent. And to top it all off in her time of despair, even with her not knowing he was around, she still defended him and called him her brother and it made Harry's heart float with happiness.
As Charlotte's magic seemed to exhaust, Polly's tears seemed to dwindling down.
Charlotte looked guilty for what she did even though she didn't know how, but that didn't stop her parting words as she walked over to the girl 4 years older than her looking at her tear-stained face.
"You might be pretty Polly" she said grabbing her face with both her hands, "But your inside is Ugly and if you ever talk that way about my brother again…" Her eyes took on a sinister quality that she has seen on Harry a couple of times, "I will find a way to make you feel worse than you feel now".
Then Charlotte got off her knees tried dusting off her dirty dress and started towards the Gates. When she got there, She saw Harry standing in the doorway and all he said was,
"You and I need to talk" and all Charlotte could feel as she hung her head was dread at what her big brother would think off her.
Hey buddies! It's Saturday and we have reached over 5000 views!
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Lottie came into her magic!
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