Aspect of the Wolf
Author Notes: This chapter has been re-edit by myself. I do hope it's easier and more readable than before.
Chapter One: The Elven Ranger
Summer had arrived for Surrey, Little Whinging.
It was the same as every summer before. The sun was high in the sky, beating down with its blazing heat. The residents had their fans blasting to keep cool or trying to keep the water cold. The children were all having fun during this summer heatwave.
Harry Potter walks around the park with his hands in his pocket and in a foul mood. A wizard of fifteen years of age.
Harry Potter is a famous wizard. Known as 'the Boy Who Lived,' the only person in history to survive the unblockable killing curse from one of the most dangerous and destructive Dark Lords' in history. Lord Voldemort.
The infamous Dark Lord Voldemort has been a nightmare within the region and ran a reign of terror during the last time he was in power. A month ago, the Dark Lord, who had once lost his body, managed to regain his body and force Harry to fight in the duel for his life.
Due to luck and unforeseen interventions, neither Harry nor the Dark Lord couldn't predict he would escape. Thanks to the effects of the Priori Incantatem spell.
Once he returned to Hogwarts via Portkey, he told Dumbledore at once and even warn the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge of the Dark Lord's return. Dumbledore believed Harry at once, while Fudge did not. Fudge was in denial and refused to believe a 'deadman' could come back to life.
Harry named all the Death Eaters gathered in the graveyard, and still, Fudge refused to accept the danger. Fudge canceled the Triwizard Celebration that would have crown Harry as the Champion of the Triwizard Tournament and quickly returned to the Ministry in London.
Forced to return to his dreaded aunt and uncle's place, the one place in the world he hated to stay more than anywhere. His aunt and uncle hated magic, considering it an abomination and a freak.
Since Harry was a wizard, their hatred of him only grew even more intense. They did nothing to him in fear of any form of retaliation from Harry's world. Their greatest fear was they would be turned to toads, forced to feed on flies for the rest of their lives.
That was the least of Harry's problems.
He was having nightmares. Every night, he was back in the graveyard where he faced Voldemort and witnessed Cedric Diggory's death. Cedric's death was on him, and it bothered him greatly.
It got to the point he started brewing Dreamless Potions so he would sleep peacefully at night.
His aunt and uncle were against the idea of any kind of magic being used in their house. Still, they grudgingly accepted Harry making these potions as it finally allowed them to sleep through the night without Harry screaming throughout the night.
Another problem was he was cut off from his world. He no longer got any letters from his friends, and he didn't even get the Daily Prophet. His two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, rarely ever responded to his letters.
He sent his owl Hedwig to them almost daily for a response. Harry sent several letters to Ron asking to come to the Burrow. The Weasley family home, in hopes of getting away from his relatives.
Ron would deny this request with every letter. Ron said his family was busy, and they couldn't take in Harry at the moment. Harry immediately grew suspicious as he's never been denied to come to the Burrow.
Harry then sent Hedwig to Hermione Granger, his other best friend and the smartest witch of their generation. Harry asked her for help and hoped to get away from his relatives, hoping she would understand.
She didn't.
Hermione instead told Harry she was studying and said he would be smart to do the same. She was reminding him of the importance of completing his homework.
No matter how much Harry wrote: at one point, he wrote twelve letters in one day pleading for help and to getaway.
His friends refuse to answer his letters and questions. They just told him to focus on his homework.
Harry couldn't understand why they weren't talking to him anymore. He was getting plagued by his nightmares, and he could almost feel Voldemort was going to march up Privet Drive to kill him.
Harry finally wrote a very long letter. Ten parchments worth to the only person left he could turn to… his godfather Sirius Black.
Harry told Sirius about his nightmares and how they were plaguing him whether he slept or was awake.
His relatives weren't helping him, and they only were making things worse. How he never wanted to return to this place every summer and needed a safe place to sleep.
He's never felt safe with his relatives, and he always felt they would kill him at a moment's notice. His fear had reached an all-time high. Making him very paranoid at everything and everyone around him.
Harry told Sirius the time he nearly blasted a ten-year-old into pieces a couple weeks ago because they nearly collide around the corner.
Pleading Sirius to take him away from his relatives and somewhere safe, or he would do something drastic soon.
Harry started taking the habit of cutting himself to relieve him of his pain and fear and told Sirius his wrists had many cut marks and slashes.
He wrote of his fear that Voldemort would march up the road and murder Harry in his sleep.
He finally finished his letter, pleading with Sirius for help.
Sirius never wrote back to Harry's letter. Harry couldn't help but wonder where his godfather was currently residing.
After two weeks of sending letters non-stop to his friends, Harry had enough of their lame excuses and their refusal to help him. He stops writing letters.
They would send him letters a couple of days, but Harry gave them to Uncle Vernon to burn, which he was delighted to do.
After his birthday came and went with no word on his removal from his relative's home, Harry was now considering running away. As long as he didn't use magic, he could remain under the radar and stick to the countryside.
Food and water would be tough to come by, but he was sure no one would find him if they didn't know where he was staying. Another thought was to leave the country.
He could send a letter to Viktor Krum or Fleur Delacour and ask them for help. Harry didn't know either well, but he was sure both would help him after last year's events. It was a lot to go on, and he could only rely on hope… no matter how small it appeared.
Harry knew he would have to go to Diagon Alley and refill his gold pouch for such a long journey. He would also have to buy a magical storage bag to store food and drinks for the journey. Harry could stay in the Leaky Cauldron, a magical pub and one of the most famous.
The problem was there would be many people who came in and out of the Leaky Cauldron. He was sure the Death Eaters would find out quickly and capture him before bringing him before the Dark Lord.
The other option was to head towards the Dark Wyvern, a pub in Knockturn Alley that had a reputation of being a haven for dark witches and wizards.
Harry didn't want to go there. It didn't take a genius to know that many Death Eaters and their associates socialize in that pub. Mr. Weasley spoke very ill of that pub and wished the Minister of Magic would attempt to keep tabs on the Dark Wyvern and the residents who gathered inside.
Harry knew countless people would recognize thanks to his scar on his forehead. So Harry would have to disguise himself. There were some muggle items he could use to change his appearance.
The only problem was his glasses. He was nearly blind without them. He never sought an alternative method to see. His glasses would give him away in a heartbeat. Regardless of any disguise, he would wear.
Harry quickly stops in the park, seeing his cousin Dudley and his gang picking on a ten-year-old and beating him up for his allowance. Harry would have loved nothing more than to curse his stupid cousin, who was nothing more than a bully. Instead, Harry quickly slips into the tunnel and lets the shadows conceal his presence so Dudley and his gang wouldn't notice.
Harry leans back on the wall and thinks hard about his situation and the choice he had to make. Harry knew from the lack of response from his friends they weren't going to offer any help. Meaning he was on his own.
He didn't want to stay here until the new school term started on September first.
Harry knew his friends were having a good summer while he was rotting. That told him how they viewed their friendship.
So he would run away. He never wanted to stay here. He hated his relatives and living with them. It would be dark in a couple of hours. He wouldn't have to hide he was leaving to his relatives, he would simply tell him, and they would throw a feast for his departure.
Vernon and Petunia always made it clear they never wanted him and how they dreamt of dumping him at an orphanage.
Harry began to wonder if he ever knew his friends.
Or if they were his friends in the first place.
So preoccupied within his thoughts. He didn't notice a small singularity forming inside the tunnel.
Harry's attention turned to the singularity when high winds began to pick and push the leaves and twigs from the tunnel.
Harry pulls out his wand and holds it at the ready. Eyeing the strange circle forming inside the tunnel. Harry wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school.
There were exceptions in life-threatening situations.
Harry should have turned and run from the circle that was forming. Instead, he stands his ground out of curiosity. The circle was glowing white with strange red rooftops glowing in the distance with an orange setting.
Harry didn't know what this meant. Before he could comprehend the glowing white circle with a city inside…
A woman appears from the magical circle. She stands in front of the circle and blinks as she looks around. She had long silver-white hair that seemed like snow. Her sharp, piercing blue eyes were beautiful, and her body was nothing more than the image of perfection.
Her blue clothes look more like armor.
Her crop top had a v-cut, making her breast appear large.
Harry found himself flabbergasted by her appearance. She had a very strong effect, even worse than Fleurs'.
He only snaps out this enchantment from noticing one aspect of this woman he almost missed. Her ears were far larger than normal, not like a bat's, but rather thin and very pointing.
Harry estimated they were nearly six inches long as they were pointed upwards.
Harry half wonders if she was a vampire, even if he's never seen one before.
Harry stands defensively and at the ready. Harry ignored the natural charm of her beauty and began to focus on the problem at hand.
Who was this woman? Why was she here? More importantly, was she an agent of Voldemort? Or an associate of the Death Eaters?
Ranger-Captain Vereesa Windrunner blinks as she adjusts to the light and looks at what was in front of her. She finds herself not in Stormwind as she expected, but rather somewhere else she's never seen before.
Silvermoon City wouldn't last much longer from the incoming Scourge attack.
Even now, the traitorous Prince Arthas Menthas march through Eversong Forest, destroying and killing countless high elves. Her older sister, Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner, held the line. Even knowing it was suicide.
Sylvanas knew time was against them. They needed to evacuate at once. Sylvanas couldn't wait for the leaders of Silvermoon City to act. She sent Vereesa to Stormwind to seek High King Varian Wrynn's aid.
Hoping their people could hide within the safety of Stormwind's walls.
It wouldn't be long until the Scourge would attack Silvermoon City itself.
Ironforge wouldn't be able to offer any help at all. They were currently in the middle of a civil war between three of their clans for the right of succession.
Lordaeron has fallen before the Scourge. The only hope the Quel'Dorei had was to seek sanctuary within Stormwind.
Vereesa saw she hadn't arrived at her destination and turns to re-enter the portal to return to Silvermoon City. To her dismay, the portal had already disappeared, leaving her stranded.
"That's just great," mutters Vereesa.
The Silvermoon Mages had failed to send the portal to Stormwind. Vereesa couldn't even begin to fathom how the mages were unable to form a portal to Stormwind.
Vereesa turns back when her ears pick up the sounds of a foot scuffling behind her. Vereesa turns to a young human male wearing strange clothes. They were clothes Vereesa has never seen before.
Vereesa eyes the buildings in the distance and confirms she wasn't in Stormwind and wasn't anywhere on Azeroth.
The human boy, barely a man, was far too on edge as if he was expecting an attack.
Vereesa didn't hold ill will towards humans, but she knew not all humans respected the High Elves.
Grand Marshal Othmar Garithos was well known for his hatred of non-humans. He ran illegal gladiator rings where non-humans were forced to fight to the death for the entertainment of his supporters.
Vereesa didn't reach for her weapons.
The last thing she wanted was to get into a pointless conflict with no purpose or meaning.
She needed information, but she knew she had to treat the situation with caution. That alone was hard because she could see how handsome the human was and found herself very attractive for unknown reasons.
Vereesa has studied many languages at Windrunner Spire but preferred her maiden tongue of Thalassian.
Vereesa knew the Common tongue, but its' been some time since she's spoken to another in Common. The last was the Mage Rhonin after they parted ways upon freeing the Dragon Queen Alexstrasza from the Dragonmaw Clan.
The young man could be a mere civilian.
Though Vereesa could sense he was lingering with raw magical potential.
"Greetings, human," Vereesa said politely in Common.
"I am Ranger-Captain Vereesa Windrunner from Silvermoon City of Quel'Thalas. Have I arrived near Stormwind? I must speak to High King Varian Wrynn at once."
Instead, the human took a defensive stance. Showing a clear sign that he didn't understand a word she had spoken.
'This can't be happening! This human… doesn't understand common? Did goblins raise him? Gnolls? Kobolds? How is he going to help me get to Stormwind?!'
Vereesa didn't know what else to do. Knowing without the ability to communicating with others, she would be the one to need help in this unknown place.
Vereesa starts cursing her luck and wonder if the Light had abandoned her to die.
Harry stood on guard with his wand hidden.
The strange female spoke in a dialect he couldn't understand. Harry couldn't make heads or tails of the language she was speaking. All Harry could do was watch her closely.
Harry knew without the ability to talk to one another, they were facing a stalemate. They would have to learn their languages, and that could take weeks even to begin to learn the basics of communications. Harry's mind went back to the spell he learned when he was looking up when preparing for the Third Task.
"I pray the Ministry doesn't detect this," Harry mutters as he raises his wand.
"Omnes." {Allspeak}
A blue energy surrounds both Harry and the woman.
Vereesa could see blue energy surrounding herself and the human and knew at once he was a mage. She quickly pulled out a dagger and was about to attack the human as he points his wand at her.
"Stop!" said the boy at once, causing her to freeze in response.
For that brief moment, she understood what he said perfectly.
"I can understand you," said Vereesa.
"I can also finally understand you," said Harry.
Both held their choice of weapons at each other firmly. Harry's wand was pointing at her chest while her dagger was posed to sink into his chest.
They remain posed like that for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Vereesa eyes the human carefully.
'He's a young human boy, not yet a man. Possibly a squire or an apprentice. His reaction time is superb… one who is experiencing and has seen battles. I'm not sure I would have been able to sink my dagger into him before his counter-attack.'
Vereesa analyzes as she replays that brief exchange carefully in her mind.
"Who are you?" asks Harry.
Vereesa glares at him briefly. Knowing it was polite to give your name before asking for another. Given the situation and how tense things were, Vereesa was willing to let it go and try to make peace for a potential ally.
"I am Ranger-Captain Vereesa Windrunner," said Vereesa.
"I was expecting to be in Stormwind's Mage Quarters. Am I near?"
Harry stood up and lowers his wand. He kept the wand in his hands and didn't do anything but knew the woman had no ties to Voldemort. Still, he didn't know if she was a friend or foe.
"There is no Stormwind," said Harry.
"Not that I know of or heard."
"Where on Azeroth am I?" asks Vereesa.
"Azeroth?" Harry repeats, making sure he understood what she said.
Vereesa looks at him carefully.
"If Azeroth is a world, then you're on Earth. This is Little Whinging, Surrey of England."
Vereesa looks at him and suddenly came to terms with the horror at the realization that she was in another world with no way to return to Azeroth.
"Who are you?" Vereesa said as she sheathes her dagger.
"I'm," Harry said, hesitating.
"I'm Harry Potter."
Vereesa wanted to comment on how strange his name sounded, but she knew it would be rude as she was sure her name was also odd to him.
"I see you're a mage," said Vereesa.
"Mage?" Harry repeats in confusion.
"I don't know what a 'mage' is in your world. Out here, the term is 'wizard.'"
"I have heard the term 'wizard' to describe mages before, but I'm not here to talk. Can you open a portal and send me back to Silvermoon City or Stormwind? I have to return at once," Vereesa said hastily.
"I wouldn't know how," said Harry.
"I'm not even allowed to use magic and only cast that spell so we could talk. Any more magic, and I could get into serious trouble."
Vereesa was about to say something when a ghastly chill swept through the area at once, silencing everything around them.
No children could be heard, no animals. It was like she had been plunged underwater as a very chilling chill began to cause goosebumps to appear on her skin. Her hair begins to stand on its edge, freezing her in place.
Harry was instantly on guard and had his wand out once again, looking around sharply.
"Stay close to me," Harry said in a loud, commanding voice that left no room for argument.
Vereesa didn't even bother to argue. She could see from Harry's body language; this was an enemy attack.
She didn't know who the enemy was, but she would not go down without a fight. She grabs her bow and quickly nocks an arrow on the bowstring.
Vereesa suddenly heard a cry she hasn't heard in a very long time. Not since the Second Great War. The sounds of the Orcs shouting in Orcish over their triumph as they killed countless High Elves during the invasion of Quel'Thalas.
Vereesa could see herself fighting at her home in Windrunner Shire. The orcs and trolls were ransacking her home. She was forced to watch her younger brother Lirath attempting to hold his ground against the onslaught but quickly got ripped apart from the Horde.
The cries of her family, all calling out and attempting to save each other as the Horde kills them all one by one.
Vereesa shakes her head and tries to forget that dreadful memory and bring herself back to the present.
That was easier said than done as the memory grew stronger and began to take hold of her. Soon she was lost within her memory. Her eyes were misty, unable to focus on what was around her.
Vereesa felt warmth touch her arm as Harry holds her and begins to block the memory. Vereesa took deep breaths, realizing she was sweating, and despite the cold chill, she was burning up.
Vereesa turned to Harry and was surprised at how he could be ineffective by this attack.
The sound of a cloak whooshing through the air could be heard behind them, so Vereesa turns to see her enemy.
A creature flying in the air with a dark ripped cloak that conceals its body and head. It was moving with pale skeleton-like hands. Vereesa couldn't see the creature's face, given the hood hid the face with darkness. The mere presence of this creature causes Vereesa to feel wobbly-legged as she struggles to stay on her feet.
Harry Potter raises his wand and shouts, "Expecto Patronum!"
Silver vapor erupts from his wand before slowly disappearing.
While casting the spell, Harry had tried to focus on a happy memory, to no avail.
The sound of Voldemort laughing and mocking Harry about how his parents died on his feet.
"Come, Harry. It might even be painless. I wouldn't know, for I have never died."
Harry could feel himself returning to his nightmare.
Harry once again casts the Patronus Charm, but it fails as the first.
Vereesa pulls back her bow and fires an arrow with a dense white glow on its arrowhead. Vereesa didn't know what else to do in this situation.
Her aim was so bad the arrow missed the creature and hit the tunnel roof, causing an explosion with several rubbles falling to the ground.
Another harsh whisper swept past them, and Harry turns around and sees another Dementor coming in from the other side of the park.
They had him cut off and trapt. Vereesa Windrunner falls on her hands with sweat pouring down her face. Harry knew she would soon enter her nightmare.
Harry grins his teeth and tries to think of something, anything happy.
He tries to think of Ron and Hermione. But those memories didn't offer him any sort of happiness after abandoning him.
Harry had nothing left and felt like an empty husk, and a strange part of him was ready to be kissed, given he had no one by his side.
Harry turns to Vereesa and could see she wasn't fairing well under the Dementor's influence. Her eyes were open but held no presence as she stares into the abyss. Her mind was going blank as she succumbs to her nightmare.
Another part suddenly snaps inside of Harry. Harry growing angry and tightens his grip on his wand as he turns the Dementor closest to him down the tunnel.
For a strange reason, the Dementor didn't approach any further, even with Harry and Vereesa weaken by its presence.
All Harry suddenly knew he had to defend Vereesa Windrunner, believing she was precious to him.
The small ember that once was disappearing inside of Harry suddenly erupted into a blazing inferno. Harry raises his wand and bellows as if defying the heavens.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Harry was expecting to see his stag once again. A four-legged animal did appear, but it wasn't his stag… it was a wolf.
A very large wolf that nearly stood as tall as the tunnel.
The Dementor screams throughout the night, unwilling to remain near the Patronus Wolf.
Harry knew somehow that the Dementor, for the first time, was suddenly afraid. The Dementor turns tail and runs for its life.
Harry turns to the other Dementor. His Patronus Wolf lets out a loud howl echoed all around them that everyone in Little Whinging, Surrey would have heard.
The moment both Dementor's fled back to the safety of Azkaban, Harry's Patronus to face him, and Harry stares at his newly form Patronus.
The only thing different about Harry's Patronus was he didn't have the Patronus silver eyes. His eyes were gold.
The wolf was even taller than Buckbeak, the Hippogriff.
The wolf walks forward, and his nose touches Harry's face before disappearing. Harry felt confident, powerful, and at peace.
Which he hasn't felt in a long time.
"Goldrinn," Vereesa mutters as she watches the spirit Demi-God appear once again.
Vereesa knew, without a doubt, the Demigod has been reborn within this human. Now she knew why she was here… to bring him back to Azeroth.
Harry looks at her and bends down, and picks her up in his arm bridal style. Vereesa holds her bow and thanks the Light for sending her to a protector.
"You're lighter than I thought," Harry said in surprise.
Vereesa said nothing as she didn't have the strength to speak at the moment.
The creatures have robbed her of happiness as she felt nothing inside of her.
She tries to think of her childhood with her older sisters and her family, but these memories might have been hollow.
"What were those creatures?" Vereesa asks with what strength she could muster.
"Dementors," said Harry.
"They guard the prison Azkaban. If they came here to attack me, then he must have sent them."
Vereesa wanted to know more about these 'Dementors.' What intrigued her was that Harry was already aware of who sent those creatures to attack him.
Harry walks on the path and barely ten steps away from the tunnel. They heard the sound of a young boy whimpering on the ground.
Harry turns to the source, and his face instantly turns to disgust.
"Dudley."
Harry walks over to his cousin.
Vereesa could feel from Harry's movements. He had kicked this 'Dudley.'
"Get up, you fat pig!" snaps Harry.
Dudley was incapable of getting up. Preferring to stay curl-up on the ground whimpering.
Vereesa could see no love between the two, and Harry didn't respect this 'Dudley.'
"Get your fat pig-ass up!" Harry snaps as he kicks Dudley again, this time in the back of the head.
Dudley remains unresponsive. Vereesa attempts to turn her head to see this 'Dudley,' but she could barely see him out of the corner of her eye.
"Fine fatass, you can stay here. When the Dementor's return, they'll feast upon your fat ass," said Harry as he turns and walks away.
Harry turns and quickly flips her on his back so he could carry her by legs as she rests on his back.
The sound of huffing and puffing along with whimpering told her Dudley had gotten to his feet and was now trying to keep up with Harry.
The threat of Harry leaving him behind was more than enough for Dudley to chase after Harry for some sort of comfort and protection.
Harry didn't bother to slow down and kept his pace, putting more distance between Dudley and himself. Dudley was jogging to keep up in fear those creatures would be back and finish him off.
Harry continues to ignore Dudley's occasion whimpers that were pleas for Harry to slow down.
Harry finally reaches Number Four, Privet Drive, and walks in reluctantly. The moment the door opens, a woman's voice spoke.
"Diddykins? Is that you?"
Harry walks into the living room, and the woman who had spoken was fanning herself on the couch.
"Oh, it's you," said Petunia upon seeing her nephew.
Harry's face shows disgust upon looking at his aunt.
Petunia turned her attention to Vereesa and was about to say something when she heard a sound by the door of someone collapsing. Petunia gets up and quickly checks the source.
Harry sets Vereesa down on the couch before heading to the kitchen to get some chocolate.
As he opens the cabinet, Petunia shrieks out. Immediately calling for Vernon, and said something was wrong with their son.
Vereesa felt the ground began to vibrate with each footstep of a large man rushing to his wife.
"What is it, son?" Vernon Dudley said at once.
"Did Mrs. Polkiss give you something foreign in your tea?"
Dudley only whimpers in response.
Vernon carries Dudley to the living room and sits him down. He grabs a pillow cushion for comfort as he begins to stare into space.
Vereesa could see he wasn't fairing well from his encounter.
"Why are you covered in dirt, darling?" asks Petunia at once as she doddles her son.
"Have you've been lying in the ground?"
"You haven't been mugged, have you, son?" Vernon said quickly.
Petunia nearly let out a gasp in shock and seemed horrified at the thought.
"Phone the Police, Vernon! Phone the Police! Diddy, darling, speak to mummy! What did they do to you?" Petunia asks as she tries to baby Dudley as she always did.
"Who did it, son?" Vernon said at once as he flexes his mustache.
The Dursleys broke their train of thought at the sound of a tea kettle whistling before Harry turns it off. There were three cups, and Harry pours the hot water in the cups at once, causing a strong smell of hot chocolate to fill the room.
Harry was far too used to seeing his aunt and uncle coddle their son and took his welfare and happiness into account but never his own. Harry walks towards Vereesa and hands her a bar of chocolate with a cup of hot chocolate.
"Drink and eat the bar," Harry said at once.
"You'll feel better. It'll help."
Vereesa looks at Harry as she's never seen or heard of something so basic, ever help someone recover with just chocolate.
Vereesa knew she could trust Harry, and that was strange, given how they just met. She takes a bite out of the chocolate bar.
At once, she could feel warmth and happiness spreading to the tip of her fingers and toes.
"Him," Dudley said as he points at Harry.
Harry sets the hot chocolate for himself and a bar on the nightstand next to Vereesa.
He walks over and just drops the tray with the third cup and bar of chocolate on the coffee table before the Dursleys. The cup spills some of its chocolate as the chocolate goes into the air.
"Eat up, fatass," said Harry before he turns around and goes to eat his share.
"Boy," Vernon shouts in a loud voice that tried to make it appear like he was in command.
Vereesa could hear malice and hatred being directed at Harry as there was no warmth, and all concern had vanished. Vereesa wonders what was wrong with these people if they were family.
"Come here!"
"What?" Harry said coldly, staring back into his uncle.
Harry pulls out his wand in response.
Vernon had lost some of his courage from the presence of Harry's wand. Even if he knew his nephew wasn't allowed to use magic, that didn't mean he wouldn't use magic on him and his family.
Vernon almost took a step back from Harry's look of malice staring back at Vernon. Vereesa could see Harry's once beautiful green eyes had vanished.
Gold Eyes, Goldrinn's eyes, replaced Harry's green eyes. They had a look of intensity and ferocity as they stare back at Vernon that caused him to cringe under his nephew's glare.
"What did you do to my son?!" Vernon shouts in an attempt to sound threatening.
"Nothing," Harry said honestly.
Harry knew his relatives would never believe him. They never believed a word he's ever spoken.
"What did he do to you, Diddy?" Petunia asks her son, hoping for him to provide some answers.
No matter what Harry told them, she wouldn't believe him, given her hatred of magic and her sister.
"Was it… was it you-know-what? Did he use his… his thing?"
Slowly, tremulously, Dudley nods his head.
Harry stood there and wasn't surprised by Dudley's response.
Dudley has done this countless times in the past, for he loves blaming Harry for anything and everything.
Dudley loves watching Harry get punished by his parents. It always cheers him up.
Vernon flexes his mustache once more, standing there in anger.
Harry's hand began to glow with a dark purple aura. This causes Vernon to stop doing anything stupid and rash, knowing his nephew was at boiling point.
Vernon and Petunia knew their nephew was a walking volcano waiting to erupt.
Since the summer started, the Dursleys left Harry alone because they could see so much anger and aggression rising within him. They knew Harry wouldn't even hesitate to vent his frustration out on them.
Vernon would love nothing more than to strangle his nephew for hurting his son but knew one wrong move, and his nephew was going to explode.
Vernon clutches his fists in anger and had ill intentions written on his face.
He stands in his spot, sensing the danger his nephew was giving off.
Harry didn't show any anger. More like he was begging his uncle to do something stupid so he could kill him.
Harry's stare was so intense, Vernon could feel his own eyes being cook inside out.
The tension was thick as the standoff remain, waiting for someone to make the first move.
Everyone jumps when an owl suddenly appears and lands on the coffee table, dropping a scroll before taking off.
"Owls!" Vernon bellows out in frustration.
Harry grabs the scroll, seeing it was from the Ministry of Magic. Harry already suspected they would send him a letter for using magic outside of school.
Opening the scroll, and sure enough, he was in trouble. The Ministry of Magic has expelled him from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry realizes the Ministry of Magic must have a way of tracking underage magic. Harry would have to find a way to remove the magical trace as quickly as possible.
Harry crumples the letter in his hands, thinking quickly.
Harry was never going to surrender his wand. The wand meant much to him.
As he was already planning on running away, now would be the best time.
Harry didn't know who to trust anymore, and he never felt safe here. He sure as hell didn't want to return to this place ever again.
Harry didn't know the state of the Ministry of Magic but knew Voldemort would have his supporters inside the government.
Harry first thought was to write letters to his friends explaining the situation.
He dismisses that notion at once.
His friends have been very unhelpful this summer. They have undoubtedly abandoned him and most likely believed he has finally lost his mind.
He would have to go on the run and avoid contact with other people.
Vernon was standing there with his fists clutch as he was observing his nephew.
"I'm leaving," stated Harry.
"If I'm ever forced to come back here, I want you to remember that I won't hesitate to kill all three of you."
"Where do you think you're going?" Vernon shouts at his retreating nephew's back.
"To get my things," Harry snaps without turning around.
"I'm not done with you yet, boy!" snarls Vernon.
Harry stops and slowly turns back to glare at his uncle murderously. The intention to kill his uncle was written on his face causing Vernon to lose courage momentarily.
Harry hated his life.
Every summer, his relatives treated him worse than vermin.
At Hogwarts, he had to deal with Snape, who bullied and harassed him every time he had classes with the Potions Master.
Harry made it clear to avoid Snape in the corridors as Snape would just mock and bully Harry in front of everyone.
Harry didn't care what Dumbledore said about Snape or how much he defended Snape.
The next time Snape even tries to get under Harry's skin, Harry would blast him into smithereens.
Not before torturing and making the Potions Master suffer after all the crap he's been forced to deal with from the man.
"What?" Harry hisses in a cold voice that states he was in no mood.
"You're going to tell me what happened to Dudley!" shouts Vernon.
"I don't have to tell you anything!" snarls Harry.
Vernon was about to retort a response with a clever cheek when a sudden crash caused them to turn to the source again.
Petunia's salad plates flew from where they place in broken pieces all over the counter.
Harry's eyes saw a little brown ball and saw at once what he suspected. A dazed ruffled-looking brown owl that was exhausted from his flight.
Errol the Weasley family owl.
Errol was wet, having landed in the sink that was full of soapy water. Harry levitated Errol with his hands and brought him to his arm. Errol immediately holds out his talon with a small scroll tied.
Harry grabs the letter, and the moment he does, Errol takes off without a second thought.
Harry watches Errol flies off in suspicion. Errol was an old owl not capable of long flights. If he made such a journey, he needed food, water, and rest before taking off again. Errol would only leave so quickly unless ordered to return home at once.
Harry opens the scroll expecting it to be Ron, explaining that his father was coming to pick him up at once or something. Mr. Weasley worked at the Ministry of Magic and undoubtedly heard about the fiasco with the underage magic.
Instead, it was written by Mr. Weasley, and it looks like in a hurry. Mr. Weasley told him to stay put and not to surrender his wand. Dumbledore had arrived at the Ministry and was sorting out the entire mess.
Harry felt frustration by the lack of response from the people he knew and immediately rips Mr. Weasley's letter into pieces.
He wasn't going to listen to the man who didn't understand Harry's situation.
The logical reason would be to have Harry removed from this place since he was attacked. Why was no one taking any action?
"I need to go," Harry said, knowing the Ministry officials would appear any second.
"Oh no, you don't!" Vernon shouts once more.
"What?!" Harry shouted in a loud voice that caused the Dursleys to flinch at Harry's tone. They've never seen Harry lose his temper, let alone raise his voice.
"Who are sending you all those ruddy owls?" demands Vernon.
"The first one is from the Ministry of Magic, expelling me from Hogwarts," Harry said in a would-be calm tone.
Aggression and frustration could still be heard in his voice. Harry's ears were listening very carefully to the outside for any signs of the Ministry's officials arriving.
"Ministry of Magic?!" bellows Vernon.
"People like you are in the government? Oh, this explains everything. No wonder why this country is going to the dogs!"
Harry stood there in anger as he wasn't in the mood to deal with this at the moment.
"Why were you expelled?" Vernon asks greedily. Not even bothering to hide his joy at the thought Christmas came early for the family.
"Because I used magic," Harry said simply.
"AHA!" Vernon shouts in triumph as if he caught Harry's hand in the cookie jar. "So you admit it! What did you do to Dudley!"
"Nothing," Harry said again, knowing they were never going to believe him anyway.
Why was he wasting his time dealing with the brainless Dursleys who barely understood anything they didn't want to believe.
"Was," Dudley began in a slow, trembling lip. Vernon and Petunia turn to Dudley at once, listening to his story.
"Go on, son," Vernon said in an attempt to give his son the courage to speak.
"What did the boy do?"
"Everything was dark," Dudley said hoarsely.
Dudley was having trouble holding the ability to speak.
"Everything was so dark, and then I h-heard… things… inside my head… hissing…."
Vernon and Petunia exchange a look of horror at each other.
The one thing they feared and hated was magic, followed closely by neighbors who cheated more than they did on the hosepipe ban.
Anyone they called 'deserves to go to the looney bin' because they heard voices inside their heads.
"What sort of things did you hear, popkins?" Petunia asks who was white-faced with tears down her cheeks.
Dudley was incapable of stating what he heard and merely raise his fat legs to his chest and started rocking back and forth. Whimpering slightly.
Harry knew Dudley remembered his eleventh birthday at London's Zoo.
The time he fell into a snake den and was trap inside. The snakes hissing and scream from the Boa Constructor's escape. It was the worse day in Dudley's life after being spoiled for so many years.
"Why are you covered in dirt?" Vernon asks in a soft voice that showed the kindness he had towards his son.
"Tripped," mutters Dudley.
"And then…."
Dudley whimpers some more as he rocks back and forth in his seat.
Dudley remembered the terrifying chilling cold that filled his lungs, taking away all hope and happiness.
"Horrible, cold, really cold… I felt… I felt as if…."
"As if you'd never be happy again," Harry said simply and automatically.
Merlin, this was so pathetic.
On most days, Harry would have brought out a camera and taken pictures. This was one of the best moments of his life, seeing Dudley miserable.
Harry needed to get away, and the sooner this ended, the further he would be from here.
"Yes," Dudley answers with his lip trembling at the mere thought.
"So," Vernon said as he flexes his mustache once again. Speaking in a would-be calm tone.
"So you put some crackpot spell on my son so he'd hear voices and believed he was… was doomed to misery or something, did you?"
"I cannot believe you believed that," Harry said as he looks at his uncle.
"If I were going to hurt your piggy, I would have tortured him to the point of making him insane permanently."
Vernon flushes a shade of red, knowing this was very true.
"I would have tortured that fat pig which he deserves after all I've been through. Tortured him and make him beg me to stop. Then I would blast his body into pieces. Taking what large chunks I could to a farm to feed them to the pigs."
Petunia sinks further back on the couch in fear that Harry would carry out his threat. Vernon flushed a shade of red, knowing the threat was very accurate.
"Dudley has been exposed to the presence of a couple of Dementors."
"A couple of – what's this codswallop?" Vernon demand in a loud voice.
"De–men– tors," Harry said in a slow voice as if he was talking to a five-year-old with speech impairment.
"Two of them."
"And what the hell are demonwisps?" Vernon said bluntly, disrespecting Harry and the magical world by not saying the name correctly.
"They guard the magical prison Azkaban."
Harry and Vernon turn to the source and simply stare at the person who just utters those words.
Aunt Petunia suddenly became aware of what she had said and the silence that filled the room.
For the first time in her life, she had spoken knowledge of the magical world. It took her brain a moment to register what she had just said. Before clapping her hand over her mouth as if she just said a disgusting swear word.
Harry stares at his aunt in surprise.
For the fourteen years he has known her, Petunia hated the magical world and her sister.
Her resentment ran deep, given her mistreatment of her nephew after her younger sister's murder. Never before has Petunia said any knowledge of the magical world and pretended to her great extent that the magical world never.
"How do you know that?" Harry demands at once in an attempt to get whatever information she had for the first time in his life.
Aunt Petunia didn't say anything and was still coming to terms with the words that escape her mouth. In a shaking voice, she said.
"I heard… that awful boy… telling her about them… years ago."
"If you're talking about my mom and dad, why not use their names," Hary said, knowing it was pointless as Petunia never once spoke her sister's name.
Petunia ignores him and looks quite disgusted with herself for letting that information slip.
Vernon looked like he had been slap and was unsure how to register this information. Then he slowly began to register that somehow his nephew saved his son's life.
The sudden flapping of wings could be heard that broke the tension and the moment as another scroll lands in Harry's arms before flying outside again.
Harry was stun by this as this was the most mail he's gotten all summer. The scroll was from the Ministry of Magic, postponing his expulsion from Hogwarts, pending a disciplinary hearing on August twelfth at nine o'clock.
Given how that was only ten days from now, Harry knew they were giving him short notice. He was also allowed to keep his wand for the time being but was reminded he was still not allowed to use any more magic.
"Well?" Vernon said, causing Harry to recall his surroundings and situation.
"What now? Have they sentenced you to anything? Does your lot have the death penalty?" he adds in a hopeful afterthought.
Vereesa thought this was highly disrespectful.
During her brief encounter with Harry, she found him to be honorable, brave, and courageous.
"They do," Harry said simply.
"Then I won't give up hope then," Vernon said with a chuckle and a broad smile on his face.
Harry turns to leave once more, knowing he still had to pack and leave before it got too dark or before anyone showed up. Even if his expulsion has been postponed, that didn't mean he still wouldn't run away.
If his wand were to be snap because of using Underage Magic. Voldemort would come after him as soon as he got the first chance.
Dumbledore would seek to put him back at his relative's place, telling Harry he would be safe.
Only this time, he would give the Ministry of Magic to expel him and throw him in Azkaban. He never wanted to come to this dreadful place again.
"Where do you think you're going?" snarls Vernon.
"I'm getting my things!" shouts Harry.
"Sit back down!" bellows Vernon.
"What?!" Harry snaps, turning back to his relatives.
Several plates exploded from Harry's outburst causing the Dursleys to flinch, knowing they were on thin ice at the moment.
"Dudley!" shouts Vernon.
"I want to know what happened to my son!"
"Fine!" Harry shouted as his temper rose to dangerous levels once again.
"Dudley was in the park bullying some ten-year-olds."
Vernon began to flush a shade of red and flex his muscles when Harry claims his son was a bully, a fact he would turn blind to under most circumstances.
Petunia herself was having a hard time believing her baby angel would hurt another child… other than Harry.
"I was nearby with my companion when two dementors showed up and attacked us both. Dudley was nearby, and his friends bailed at the first sign of the imminent threat. Dudley tripped and fell and stayed near the Dementor long enough for their powers to drain him."
"How many times do I have to ask?" Vernon demands as spit flies out of his mouth.
"What the bloody hell are dementoids? What do they do?"
"They are among the foulest and darkest creatures to roam our world," Harry said darkly.
"Far more terrifying and horrible than you can even begin to imagine. They are powerful empathy eaters, feeding on humans and wizard's emotions. They take away every ounce of happiness you have. In the process, they force you to relive your worse experiences, your very worst memories. Stay near them long enough, and you'll forever be trapped in an endless nightmare. Living in misery and decay until you become nothing more than an empty hollow husk of your former self. Given a chance, they will even kiss you."
Vereesa listens carefully and felt sicker in her stomach than she's ever felt in her life. Now she understood why the memory of the Windrunner Spire sacking began to emerge in her mind. That day was by far the worse day of her life. She lost many family members that day: her father and younger brother among the fallen.
"Kiss you? Kiss you?!" Vernon said as if this was the dumbest thing he's ever heard in his life.
"It's what we call the 'Dementor's Kiss,' and it's their last and worse weapon. They will kiss you, and in the process of this kiss, they will suck out your soul and feast upon it for an eternity. It's a fate… far worse than death," said Harry.
Now Vereesa was going to be sick. She thought nothing could be worse than become a wight under the Scourge. This fate could easily become the top two worse outcomes of all time.
"His soul? His soul?!" Petunia shrieks as she grabs Dudley and begins to shake him hard to make sure he still had his soul intact.
"They didn't… he still has…."
"Of course, they didn't get his soul," Harry said through the grind of his teeth as he was still having trouble believing the level of stupidity of his relatives.
"Fought'em off, did you, son?" Vernon said loudly and proudly.
"Gave them the old one-two, did you?"
"You can't hit a dementor," Harry said through his clenched teeth.
"They're like ghosts, no physical body."
"Oh yeah?" Vernon snarls as he looks at Harry to prove him wrong as usual.
"Why did they run off?"
"Because I cast the…," began Harry.
Another sound was suddenly heard. Causing everyone to turn to the source as a fourth owl suddenly appears. The owl drops a letter at Harry's feet before taking flight out the window.
"For God's sake!" Vernon roars at the owl even though it was long gone. He looks like he was going to pull out his mustache.
"I will not have owls anymore in my house! I will not tolerate this any longer!"
Harry opens the scroll ignoring Vernon's rants. He was half-hearted, hoping it would be someone he knew who would finally be explaining things to him and tell him they were on their way to pick him up and get him away from this hell house.
To Harry's disappointment for the first time, it was from Sirius, and it barely had a sentence written in his letter.
'Don't leave the house.'
Harry was getting fed up, and his anger began to get the best of him as the house started to shake under the power he was releasing.
He wanted answers, and he was sick of being told to stay put with no information on what's been going on.
Glass cups and plates began to explode under the power Harry was unleashing.
He could feel his frustration building, and he wanted to take it out on anyone, anything.
Harry turns and looks at Vereesa, who was still seated in the armchair and has remained silent for the entire conversation. She has been ignored and forgotten.
Harry half cursed himself about forgetting her and knew she would have to stick with him for the time being.
"Do you think you're well enough to travel?" Harry asks kindly, his anger disappearing.
Vereesa nods her head, not wanting to stay in this house either.
She could sense the hostility within this family.
Vereesa was confident she wouldn't receive the house guest treatment from this family.
"Who is she?" shouts Vernon, breaking the conversation.
"Another freak like you?"
Upon hearing this, Vereesa was taken back in both shock and anger.
She's never personally hated anyone who hated elves, only heard of them. Was this person a part of human supremacy?
"Vernon," Petunia suddenly shrieks.
"Her ears! Look at her ears!"
"Let's go," said Harry.
"The sooner we're gone, the better. If I stay any longer, then I'm just going to kill them."
"Don't you dare threaten my family!" shouts Vernon.
"We took you in and fed you! You wear clothes we put on you! You should be grateful…."
"For what?!" Harry shouts as the windows all exploded from his voice.
"I cook your meals, clean your house, did the gardening. I did everything without question. You hate me and detest me, and there is no love between us. You don't even care about me, and you never have! For ten years, you force me to live in the cupboard under the stairs! You dressed me in clothes that grew too small for Dudley to wear. You made sure they weren't in good condition. I'm not grateful, and I hate you all and wish you all to burn in hell for all the misery you put me through! You are the worse type of scum in the world!"
Having said his piece, Harry grabs Vereesa's hand and quickly marches upstairs to his room. Everything was already packed in the first place, as he never left anything out for Dudley to go through. Harry kicks his trunk open and quickly grabs his Firebolt. He grabs his old school robes from last year and hands them to Vereesa.
"Put this over your clothes. You'll have to give me your weapons. You can keep your dagger if you want," Harry said as he quickly changes into his more casual robes.
Vereesa does as instructed. Handing him her belt with her sword and the quiver with her bow.
Once Harry places Vereesa's weapons safely inside, he closes his trunk. The trunk shrinks into a pocket-size, allowing Harry to put the trunk in the inside pocket of his robes.
Harry grabs his Firebolt and prepares to mount from his open bedroom window.
"It's not safe to stay here," said Harry.
"As you can see, my relatives hate anything that is what they call 'unnatural.' Such as magic and non-humans. That attack early tells me more attacks are coming, and I need to go underground. Their way of thinking has never changed in the fourteen years I've known them. I got to get away and hide before another attack."
"You want to tell me what is going on?" asks Vereesa, trying to understand the situation.
"That will be a long story," said Harry.
"I've already wasted enough time with my worthless relatives answering their stupid questions. I need to put as much distance from this place as soon as possible. I don't know where you can go, but you should stay with me for the time being until I can figure out a way to return you home."
Vereesa nods in understanding.
She sits on the Firebolt behind Harry.
She had a bit of trouble as she's never been on a flying broomstick before.
The brooms she knew were enchanted to sweep the floors by themselves.
Once Harry was sure she was holding on and wouldn't fall off, Harry opens Hedwig's cage before grabbing her owl treats and placing them in his pockets.
Hedwig's bright amber eyes look at Vereesa before taking off into the night sky. Harry kicks off and takes off into the night sky, quickly rising towards the clouds and using the clouds to mask their presence from anyone looking upwards.