Harry Potter - A Subtle Change
Summary; Harry Potter was quite an unusual child. He didn't exactly do things like other people did, and of course, that made him 'weird' to a lot of people. To the Dursley's, this was even further solidification of his 'Freakishness', however, they truly don't understand him, and he doubts that anyone ever will.
Tags; Spectrum Harry, Aspergers Harry, OOC Harry Potter, OC's, and many more to be filled!
In this story, Harry Potter will be on the Spectrum - Autism, Aspergers Syndrome, etc - and I hope that I will be able to do it alright, considering that I have AS myself, however, all cases are different, and thus, things will be different varying from person to person.
In this, an OC or two will be incorporated into this fanfiction. It will be my first time really dabbling hard with OC's, so I hope that you will like them!
In this, I am open to suggestions for pairings. However, you must make a very, very solid case for the girls in question, as Harry will be different subtly. He will think differently, he will act differently, and he will feel differently. So, to make a solid case, go with the simple; 'How - How - or Why - did they meet?' 'Why - Why are they wanting to be with him?' 'What - What caused this attraction?'
EDIT - As of 30th May 2022, Chapter 1 has been updated to lower the age of the class to Eight years old.
Chapter 1 - A Rainy Day
Harry Potter often didn't like the rain. It made him feel all... cold, and sorrowful, even. He preferred it to be sunny outside, where he could feel the pleasant warmth of the runs rays beaming down upon him as he worked outside. When it was raining, there was no such thing. Everything was always so cramped, and the mood of everything seemed to dull to a bore.
At school, however, it was even worse. Not only was everyone of his classmates all clunked together in a rather moderate sized classroom, filled with chairs, books and other sort of school materials, but it was the fact that everything seemed to have this... lingering stench that all wafted and merged together and made his nose crinkle slightly. However, he would admit, some of the smells were indeed better than others, and he suspected that those more pleasant smells came from the females of the classroom.
But sadly, with everyone clunked together, it often caused a lot of noise as people tried to talk over each other loud enough so their friends could hear.
And Harry didn't really like loud noises. He never did.
Ever since he first heard within his nightmares, the terrible, almost ear-piercing screams of despair, and the large bangs that accompanied afterwards. However, when he told Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, they had simply stiffened up, before they quickly told him to scamper off back towards his room, which happened to be a tiny little cramped space under the stairs which often smelt like old, rotting wood and dust.
But... he had a feeling that they were lying about something... but he couldn't quite tell what it was about.
However, when Dudley, his rather... large and slightly stupid cousin found about this nightmare, and thus, Harry's disliking towards loud noises, had found another way to torment him to go with all of the 'Harry Hunting' - which often involved him getting punched in the gut, or on the nose, if Dudley happened to be in a bad mood at that particular moment.
And that was the fact that Dudley now made as much noise as he could. Whether that be with incessant clapping of his hands, or giving that low, stupid chuckle of his, or during the first thing in the morning, when he jumped on the staircase, creating deep, rumbling *thuds* that often caused small showers of dust particles to fall down upon his face and made him sneeze and have irritated eyes for the next ten or so minutes.
RUMBLE
Shifting slightly in his little spot in the corner of the corner of the room, Harry pushed himself up against the wall as the terrible rumble of thunder boomed overheard, so powerful that he could feel slight vibrations around them, and of course, some of the girls were scared, and they too, whimpered slightly.
At times, he often felt sorry for those girls. He would try and go over to comfort them, however, he just couldn't gather up the courage to do such a thing, especially when so many people could actually watch him do it.
It wasn't like he couldn't do it per se. It was just that, well, Harry was terrible when it came to interacting with others. His quite, soft-spoken nature, combined with the fact that he was labelled as the 'weird kid' it made starting conversations rather hard, and the fact that he couldn't hold eye contact for long either made it hard.
"Hey~"
Flinching slightly as he suddenly felt a touch upon his shoulder, Harry wearily glanced out of the corner, and he frowned heavily when he noticed that it was Dudley. He could recognize those personalized shoes anywhere. Groaning in annoyance, Harry looked away, ignoring him.
However, Dudley wasn't to be deterred, not when he had his mind set on something.
"Hey!" Making sure to raise his voice so that he wouldn't be ignored, Dudley placed one, large hand onto Harry's shoulder, and gave him a sharp push.
But, he pushed a little too hard, and Harry's head connected with the wall rather sharply.
THUD
"Ow!" Harry hissed out in pain. He could feel the tears building within the corners of his eyes as he rubbed the spot where his head connected with a wall
"You scared?" Dudley teased out, an uncomfortable looking smile upon his face, "Did the the thunder scare you?" He questioned in a fake, babying voice, and that was something that irked him greatly.
He hated when people talked to him like that!
He was not some dumb, young child!
Taking a deep breath, Harry shook his head, before shuffling over so that Dudley's hand wasn't touching him, "Leave me alone." He said quitely, before he brought his knees up to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them and pushed himself forward, like he was giving himself a whole body hug.
Dudley sniggered, before pushing him once more, and gave a loud grunt as he pushed himself up off the floor, "Poor little Harry~" Dudley called out in a mock concerned voice, "So scared of the thunder that he is hugging himself!"
Dudley's little 'group' laughed loudly, their voices the loudest of the lot, however, much to his embarrassment, and annoyance, he could hear others joining in on the laughing, and despite not looking at them.
With that, Dudley made his way through one of the rows of tables, back towards his friends, who were still sniggering and clapping him on.
However gritted his teeth in annoyance. Why did Dudley have to be so annoying? Why couldn't he be the one to get laughed at, or the one to get in trouble?
A pencil case on the desk suddenly fell to the floor with a rather loud clatter as pencils and sharpeners, and even a pair of red-handled scissors collided with each other, and a rather well used eraser also tumbled out onto the floor behind Dudley.
"Hey!" A girl cried out, the pencil case obviously belonging to her, stood up before looking at Dudley, "Watch it!" She said, before quickly moving over towards the pencil case on the ground and stuffed the eraser back inside.
"What?" Dudley said stupidly, obviously not even notcing what he did.
"You knocked over my pencil case as you were walking by!" The brown haired girl said, huffing slightly as she placed the pencil case back onto her desk.
"No I didn't."
Huffing in annoyance once more, the brown haired girl stormed back over to her friend, obviously very upset that Dudley hadn't apologized about his actions.
However, Harry saw this, and he frowned once more. Dudley didn't knock over the pencil case. He didn't even touch it. As soon as he walked by that desk, it seemed to have shot off to the right, right behind Dudley, making it appear that he had knocked it off on purpose.
How did it do that?
Before he could ponder more about what had just happened, Harry's thoughts - and attention - was torn away from what had just happened when he spotted something outside the open classroom door.
"Huh..." He said softly to himself, "A... pigeon."
A pigeon - rather large, and well fed - was standing right outside the open door - why it was open, he had no idea, maybe the others liked the chilly breeze, and the smell of the rain? - and it was pecking the dirty concrete ground, obviously trying to find some crumbs of sandwiches or other food that may've been dropped earlier on.
Unable to help himself, and feeling a little curious, Harry kept eye contact with the rather plump looking pigeon, before opening his mouth, and giving the softest of little coos - like how he heard the pigeons make themselves.
To his surprise, the bird seemed to stop what it was doing, before its little head whipped about, trying to find what made that noise.
Harry gulped slightly when he noticed that the pigeon looking directly at him with those small, beady eyes.
It tilted its head rather cutely at him, almost looking at him with some curious intent. And it too, made a soft little cooing noise, obviously much better than Harry's own attempt.
He didn't know what made him do it, but Harry opened his mouth, and made the exact same noise once more, this time, a little louder - and perhaps a little better, somehow.
The pigeon seemed to jump on its feet, its eyes somehow widening. It tilted its head again, then cooed again.
Then, it did something absolutely surprising.
It jumped up onto the slight ledge of the classroom door, and then slowly started to womble its way inside. Not even flapping its wings once, but using its feet to walk inside. As soon as the clawed feet of the bird hit the rather cheap, messy carpet, it made odd little noises. However, never once did it let its eyes off of Harry as it continued to walk further into the classroom.
Harry for the most part, was absolutely stunned at what he was seeing. Never had he seen a pigeon act like this, so totally unafraid of entering into a room filled with loud eight-year old children. It was perhaps one of the most amazing things that he had seen all month.
However, hearing something fall to the ground a bit away, caused him to lose focus upon the pigeon. And, he had noticed that one of the boys had attempted to throw a half-eaten
"Ew!" A girl suddenly screamed, and Harry's attention was immediately drawn to her, and he at once noticed that she was looking at the pigeon, a noticeable amount of disgust, yet a little fear on her rather chubby face, "A bird!"
His heart pounding in his chest, Harry's head snapped towards the pigeon, and he noticed that it looked to be cowering slightly underneath all the attention it was reviecing, and it looked like it hated the loud commotion just as much as he did, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the bird.
It probably had a better sense of hearing than any human, it that meant to probably hurt a lot more.
"Get out of here!"
Looking towards the boy who said that, Harry noticed that it was Piers Polkiss, a rat faced boy who happened to be part of Dudley's little gang, and the one that often held his hands behind his back when Dudley wanted to hit him. He noticed that he had this look about him that meant he was trying to impress the girls by being brave.
Pulling out a large, unopened candy wrapper from the pocket of his jumper, Piers closed one eye, before he flung it towards the pigeon at such speed that it would definitely cause some serious harm to the pigeon, and probably leave a bruise on a human should it connect with them.
"No!" Yelling out on instinct, Harry pitifully reached out with one hand, desperately reaching out to try anything to stop the object from hitting the pigeon. Closing his eyes, he awaited for the pigeon to get hit.
However, he never heard it. Instead, he heard the hushed whispers of his classmates, and even some loud exclamations of surprise, astonishment, amazement, but most obviously; confusion.
Curious, he barely opened his eyes, his vision nearly completely blurred by his eyelashes. Then, he noticed something... incredible.
The wrapper that had been flung towards the pigeon seemed to be stopped in mid-air, like someone invisible was holding it in place, showing off the class. It astounded Harry so much that he gave a small gasp of surprise, and then, it dropped to the ground with a soft *thump*.
Looking over to the pigeon, it seemed to be rattled. It gave a squeaky sounding coo of fear, before it flapped its wings and shot out of the classroom, leaving behind a few ruffled feathers in its wake.
Unable to help himself from smiling broadly at the fact the pigeon escaped unharmed, he gave a sharp exhale of relief, his heart feeling much more lighter than it did previously.
When he looked over towards Dudley, he couldn't help but gulp at the look of complete astonishment on his face.
And a sinking feeling suddenly made itself known within Harry's gut.
There would be no doubt that Dudley would tell Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon what happened. And whenever something strange happened... it always resorted with him being punished, even if he couldn't explain what happened, and it didn't even matter if he did it or not.
END
Heyo! I hope you liked this little chapter. I know not much happened, but I'm trying my best to have somewhat of long-ish story. Like I have said, I will be leaving the pairings as 'Yet to be Determined'.
I am not saying no to a Harem, if its most wanted. If that is the case, I am well and truly open to anybody - even a Female Ron, if someone was brave enough! - HOWEVER, I would like you to be very persusasive on WHY they should be with Harry. Look above in the 'Pre-Story Notes' for more information on that!
Anyway, I am open to ideas about this and how to continue and what to continue with! All that I know, is that Harry will have an affinity to animals, whether they be mundane, or magical! Kinda like Hagrid and Newt Scammander!