Title: Opacre
Author: Shades
Rating: PG – 13 with maybe some R
Summary: Harry Potter had no friends until Hogwarts…or so he thought. Darkness engulfs Harry at age 5…but not evil. This is the past, and of a secret Harry held close without knowing it…SLASH
Disclaimers: Do I need to tell you that I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters? I do? Well, it belongs to J.K. Rowling, a wonderful author. I only own Lest Opacre, his family, and anything related to him. The rest belong to her.
Author's Notes: This will be slash. Between two boys. Not the shagging kind, all sex but feeling. Harry will be 10 when feelings of that sort come around, but nothing before that. NO NO NO! No pedophile!! No shagging in this story! Clear? No flames against that, OK? Flames against plot maybe but none of pedophile because I don't endorse that, constructive criticism and reviews welcome.
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Chapter 7
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'Ok…I'm surrounded by a bunch of kids my own age who are acting younger than their 6 years…what do I do?' Harry thought, annoyed, as he looked around the chaotic kindergarten classroom. 'How about, not lose your temper and send any more kids into hysteric crying fits?'
The classroom was large with yellow walls and beige carpet. A large chain of paper that had the numbers and letters of the alphabet crisscrossed along the ceiling of the room, a disturbing brown color. And in the room itself were a bunch of weeping and screaming kids, clutching their parents. The teacher was fuzzy-haired, blond, middle-aged woman who was trying – key word, trying – to consult a hysteric 5 soon-to-be 6 year old, crying out for her momma.
'Pathetic, really,' he thought disgustedly as a young boy clung to his father's leg and wailed horribly. 'How are they going to survive the rest of their school years if all these kids are so dependent on their parents? Honestly, their parents should have given their children more independence…'
'Like you?' a voice in his head said. 'Growing up with no one and having to take care of yourself? No one here has lived like you…they've all had it easier…'
Harry growled softly to himself as he looked around the room darkly. 'Hmph. Least I won't be embarrassed like Dudley probably is…'
It was the first day of September, marking the beginning of Harry's school years. Aunt Petunia had drove Dudley, in his new clothes and parted hair, and Harry, in Dudley's disgusting hand-me-downs, to school. The moment she got there, she practically kicked Harry out of the car and told him he would have to walk home. Then she picked up Dudley – Harry marveled at her strength – and waddled over to his classroom, leaving Harry to find his own way.
Harry had momentarily panicked, thinking he would be late for his class.
"Wonderful," he had muttered to himself as he wandered through the enormous school.
He had finally managed to reach his classroom, and felt a second of relief when he realized he wasn't going to get in trouble. That moment was soon replace by disgust when he noticed the madness in the room. He had been late by 5 minutes already but the teacher hadn't noticed since she had been trying to soothe a sobbing 6 year old. So Harry had slipped quietly to a corner and watched the weeping kids enter the classroom. And he sneered.
'Hmph…I really hope the year won't be as bad as this…talk about a first impression…'
The teacher eventually managed to calm down the new students and quickly ushered the anxious parents out of the room and closed the door. She then turned, smiling a false kind smile at the nervous students.
"Hello children," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "My name is Mrs. Swain and I'll be your teacher for the rest of the school year." She falsely beamed at all the kids in the room. "And we'll be such good friends, won't we?" Some of the kids smiled weakly, buying the teacher's fake attitude and relaxing slightly but Harry just scowled.
'Right,' he thought sarcastically. 'Next you'll tell us we can come to you whenever we're troubled…and when we do, you'll be all kind and tell us that we're being silly. Why don't you just give up the act lady?'
Mrs. Swain smiled a false bright smile, and looked around the room. "And I just want all of you to know that whenever you're feeling troubled, you can always come to me and I'll make sure I get you on the right track, alright?" The class smiled happily at their teacher.
Harry sneered.
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'Can I quit school, please??' Harry thought exhaustedly as he trudged home later that day. 'I mean, I know I'm smarter than anyone in that class – teacher included – and I already know how to read and write. I can manage on my own, right?'
After the teacher's introduction, she sent all the kids out to play in the room. Harry had just stayed sullenly in his corner and glared at any foolish kid to come near him. Many of those kids ran off, crying to the teacher.
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"Harry," Mrs. Swain said sternly. "Can you please tell me why you made Lizzy cry?"
"I didn't do anything," Harry replied flatly.
"Lizzy says you looked mean at her and now she's very upset. Don't you think you should perhaps apologize? You did hurt her feelings…" the teacher reprimanded.
Harry stared, disbelieving, at the strict looking teacher. "You're going to make apologize for looking at her?" he said incredulously.
Mrs. Swain sighed. "Harry, if you're going to be so rude, maybe you should go sit out on one of the benches outside…" she said, obviously thinking Harry wouldn't want to leave and would apologize.
"Fine," Harry shortly said, standing up and beginning to walk out the door. "It's not like I have anything to do here…"
Mrs. Swain had merely stared, bewildered, at the boy's retreating back.
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And the day had only gotten better. At snack, Harry had been wandering along the playground when he had stumbled across Dudley and some other mean-looking kids. At first, he had been planning to just avoid them but Dudley had other ideas…
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"Well, well, well," Dudley smirked. "If it isn't the little freak…"
Harry eyed his cousin and the boys around him warily. "There's only one freak here," Harry said coolly, "and it's not me."
The smirk fled from Dudley's face and he glared at Harry. "Why you little…" He suddenly smiled. "Hey guys, I know what game we can play…Harry Hunting!"
Harry immediately began running.
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Luckily, the bell rang before Dudley and his gang could catch him. He had run back into his classroom and stayed quiet until it was time to leave.
And now he was trudging home – or at least, the place he lived – while keeping a careful eye out for anyone out to harass him.
'You know,' Harry thought darkly at he reached 4 Privet Drive, 'school makes a visit by Lest seem almost pleasant…'
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Harry was lying in his cot when Lest crept in and shut the door behind him.
"What's the matter with you?" Lest said, noticing Harry's glum expression and raising an eyebrow.
"Besides my entire life being
obviously very bloody bad?" Harry said sarcastically. "School. Or rather, the
people attending my school."
"Idiots?" Lest said dryly.
"You have no idea," Harry groaned, covering his face up. "My entire life, I have been surrounded by ignoramuses – I'm including you, just to let you know…"
"Thanks," Lest said, rolling his eyes.
"I mean," Harry suddenly exploded, sitting up, "is it really that hard to just go to school and learn? But noooo…I have to attend probably the slowest class in my school."
"That bad huh?" Lest commented, looking at Harry amusedly.
Harry didn't notice. "Yeah, the teacher is so fake, she would make that American doll – what's her name? Barbie? – seem like real flesh and blood. And that isn't even the worst part."
"The worst part is…?"
Harry flopped back onto his bed, his face looking bitter. "Dudley."
Lest raised another eyebrow and chuckled quietly. "Dudley? What in the world kind of name is that?"
He smiled slightly. "I was wondering the same thing…and for your information, Dudley is that big fat kid living in this house."
Lest smirked. "I thought your name was Harry?"
Harry turned his head and glared at Lest. "Your wit astounds me," he growled. "Dudley's my cousin and a great big bully."
Lest rested his head against the door of Harry's cupboard and studied Harry. "Bully? You mean he picks on you? Charming cousin, really."
"Yeah…try living with the git since you were barely a year old," Harry sighed.
Lest watched Harry for a moment. "Why do you let them treat you like this?" he finally said quietly.
"You say that as if I had a choice," Harry replied bitterly. 'Why do I let them? He talks as if I like what they do to me…'
"Well," Lest said irritably, "they're obviously maltreating you…why don't you just ask for help?"
Harry glared. "Drop it," Harry snarled. "I don't have to explain anything to you."
Lest bristled and glared back at Harry. "I'm just trying to help," the vampire growled. "There's no need to get angry at me just because I'm being nice."
Harry rolled his eyes. "People aren't nice," he growled back. "There's always something for them when they help someone."
The boy vampire just stared at Harry. "Do you honestly believe that?" he said softly.
"Prove me otherwise," Harry replied just as softly. "Prove me otherwise…"
Lest shook his head. "I can't," he said quietly.
Harry turned on his side and looked bleakly at the wall. "I know," he whispered.
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AN: HEY! Two chapters in one go! Woo! Go read chapter 8 now!