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Smallville is owned by…who the hell owned Smallville? Anybody
knows? Because I don't.
This chapter is edited by Mare of Earth
Author's Note: the first chapters would look funny and
humorous, but it will grow darker afterwards.
Chapter Two
Skeleton Gathering He needed to sleep, wake up, whatever. It was a goddamn nightmare. And he needed some aspirin for his newfound headache! Just an hour ago he was woken up by his aunt quite rudely. The first time he opened his eyelids, he came to face with a talking skeleton looming down on him. Needless to say he freaked out. He screamed loudly and scrambled out of his bed, dropping to the floor and bumping his head into the bedside table unceremoniously in the process. The skeleton shouted in surprise when he screamed. Funnily, he noticed that it had his aunt's voice. He would recognize that shrill tone anywhere. Being screamed at for years with that voice would do that to anyone. There were thunderous footsteps outside his room, and the door slammed open, revealing 2 more walking skeletons with wands in their hands. He gaped openly at the skeletons, unable to wrap his mind around the strange things happening. Since when did walking skeletons spend their time in Surrey or more specifically his room? Either he had gone senile or Voldemort has conquered the world and decided that zombies were a fine addition to his
ideal world while he was asleep. "Harry, Harry, talk to me! What happened?" Remus' voice came from the taller skeleton. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE POOR BOY!" this time it was Tonks voice that came
from the shorter skeleton. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I WOKE HIM UP AS USUAL AND THIS WAS THE THANKS I GOT FROM THE UNGRATEFUL BOY! BEING SCREAMED AT IN MY FACE!" the skeleton that woke him up shouted in defense. There was anger, surprise, fear and anxiety in her tone. "Harry, son, do you hear me?" skeletal Remus asked. "What is it? Is it Voldemort again? Do you have a nightmare?" "I-I-I…I don't-I mean-I'm not," he realized that he was stammering incoherently. "Geez, Harry, you look as if you have seen a ghost!" skeletal Tonks laughed. "More like seeing skeletons," Harry muttered under his breath. "What?" skeletal Remus asked. "Nothing!" he quickly replied, too quickly in fact. "I'm okay. I only had a nightmare. It was nothing! Why don't you—uh…go? Just…go! I'd like to be left alone…please," he added. Skeletal Remus was silent. "Are you sure?" "…Yes. Yeah, I'm sure. It's just a bad dream, I will be okay." "You don't want to tell us?" "No, really, I'm okay. I'll be fine after some rest." "…If you say so," the skeletons exited his room. Skeletal Petunia was careful not to come in contact with skeletal Remus and Tonks. Harry released a deep breath that he didn't know he held. He was seeing 3 friggin' talking skeletons that had the voices of his aunt, Remus, and Tonks! He was so not okay! He was supposed to be near blind when he wasn't wearing his glasses, and now he was seeing everything very clear! Too clear in fact, because he could see people's bones! There was something horribly wrong with his eyes! Harry dropped back on his bed, laying there staring through the ceiling into the sky above…through ceiling into the sky above! Harry abruptly sat up in disbelief and shock. First, he was seeing people's skeletons, and now he
could see through ceilings? He started to piece together how this had happened to him, but was unable to come to any conclusions. He seriously doubted that other wizards ever had
this kind of problem. Who was he kidding? It was him, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived-Who-Could-Never-Be-Normal. The only reason he could think of was that someone had replaced his eyes with Moody's in his sleep, but that was silly! Still…Harry got up and walked toward his mirror in
trepidation. Nope! His eyes were normal, as normal as they could get since he could see through almost everything. This could be a great advantage if only he could control the darn eyes. He couldn't simply switch on or off this…new ability. The dark haired wizard groaned in disbelief. Was this some kind of cosmic joke? He glanced through his wall and saw Remus and Tonks talking anxiously—must be about him. Focusing on Remus for 5 minutes, he was now seeing skeletal Remus. Harry swallowed. It seemed that he could control his vision to a degree, but it wasn't something easy. He noticed that Tonks took a cloak and wrapped it around her. Using the same kind of cloak for years, Harry realized in a second that it was an invisibility cloak like his. Sooo…if it was an invisibility cloak, why—how could he see through it? He still could see Tonks behind the cloak. Shaking his head in incredulity and morbid fascination, he laid down on his bed and
closed his eyes, not wanting to see anything strange anymore. Speaking of guard, why did he get 2 guards at the same time? He thought that only one guard was guarding him at a time. His face darkened when the thought that the order didn't believe in his ability to stay out of trouble came to mind. He shook his head again and sighed. It wasn't good dwelling on such thoughts. His stomach grumbled loudly, making its hunger known. Harry grabbed his glasses and exited his room, going to the bathroom to wash his face, bathing could wait till later. Tracing the mirror in front of him, he could see how horribly he looked. He was thin, thinner than usual, and there were black bags under his eyes, a sign that he hadn't gotten a good sleep for days. This was the first time he had bothered with his appearance since Sirius' death. Sirius wouldn't like seeing him like this…like he had looked when he was just out of Azkaban. Harry shook his head and put on his glasses, but everything was suddenly blurry. Frowning, he took them off and everything became clear again. Gaping, he repeated the process a couple of times and even rubbed the lenses with a cloth nearby. It looked like his vision really was fixed overnight and turned into super eyes. He could see the details of
the house clearly as if he was using a magnifying glass. After he ate, he needed to get some sleep and hope that it was just a weird dream. Harry frowned at the food in front of him. Great, just when he thought that he needed to eat something for once, the Dursleys foiled his plan by giving him a meager portion of food. Not that he was given bigger portions before, but he had never paid attention while his mind was full of Sirius. The Dursleys stared at him weirdly. Probably wondering why he wasn't wearing his glasses and didn't bump into anything. He wasn't seeing their skeletons anymore and for that he was grateful. Breakfast with skeletons would be…weird and somewhat creepy. He finished his food quickly and washed up before going back upstairs where he took a warm bath for once. He needed to get money to buy himself food. Dead or not, Sirius would strangle him seeing him so pale and thin like this. And he wanted to do it himself, not asking his 'guard' to get his money. He had been cooped up inside the house too long and he wanted OUT! And probably he could buy a book that could give explanation about what happened had happened to him! He dried off and put his clothes back on. Entering his room, he grabbed his wand and Gringotts key and counted his money, it was enough for a ride to The Leaky Cauldron via The Knight Bus. Facing his mirror again for the third time that day, Harry realized that he looked somewhat different without his glasses on. But his scar still posed a problem. Rummaging through a drawer of Dudley's castoffsr, he found a red cap. It still appeared good, that was strange for Dudley, and its size matched his head. He remembered that it was
Dudley's when he was still in elementary school. Looking at the black pointy school hat he had for a second, he decided he preferred the cap. He put the cap on his head, covering his scar with it. Snatching his robe and invisibility cloak he exited the house from the back door as silent as possible, which was quite easy because he had done this since he was a kid. After 3 miles walking, so the bus driver wouldn't connect him with one Harry Potter, Harry unwrapped the invisibility cloak and pointed his wand to the sky. A loud crack later, the knight bus was there to be seen. "Leaky Cauldron, how much?" he asked Stan. "12 sickles, add 5 knuts if you want hot chocolate," Harry shook his head and handed him a galleon. Stan gave him his change. Harry headed to find an empty seat. "Hey kid, what's your name?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Is there a reason why you want to know my name?" Stan looked sheepish. "Forget it, I'm Justin," he told him, not giving him a surname. The man nodded and left him alone. The ride was as usual…rocky. Harry secretly wished the driver, Ernie—if he wasn't wrong, went to muggle driver school first before he drove this bus. Five minutes later the bus arrived at The Leaky Cauldron. Harry, 2 men and a woman got off the bus and entered the dingy pub. A mustached man opened the gate to the shopping district and he followed him in. Harry went straight to Gringotts and walked up to a goblin teller. "I want to go down to my vault," the wizard gave the goblin his key. The goblin snatched the key and put it on a device or some kind before frowning. "Your cap, please," he asked gruffly. Harry sighed and opened his cap, revealing the scar behind his bangs. "Put your thumb here," he pointed to another device attached to the first tool. Harry complied after he put his cap back on his head. It blinked green before it went blue. The goblin's eyebrow raised. "Is there something wrong?" he asked worriedly. "No, sir. It is indeed your key, but there is a notice to be delivered when you're 15 or above. Please wait here for a moment," he scurried off from Harry before he could open his mouth to response. Someone left him a notice to be delivered when he was 15 or above? He wondered if he would know about it if he hadn't come to the bank today and what it contained. Ten minutes later, the goblin came back with a letter. "It seems that your parents left their family vault open for you, sir. They gave specific instructions for us to tell you to read a letter they left there." "Family vault?" he asked confusedly. "Isn't it the same vault I always went to?" "Actually, no. That is only a trust vault made for you by your parents." "How come I didn't know this before?" "We thought that you know about it already, since every ancient family has a family vault in Gringotts. And for a great family heir who is an orphan, there is a law instructing that the heir cannot open the vault unless he was of age or if said parents left a notice for Gringotts telling us to open the vault before the heir was of age." "…Oh,' Harry nodded in understanding. Well, it was his own fault for not knowing much about the wizarding world, so he couldn't blame anyone. The letter! "Can I go down to my family vault now?" The goblin shook his head. "Unfortunately, our manager will be out for another 2-3 hours. He is needed to unfreeze the vault. Perhaps you could go to your trust vault and wait until he comes back." Harry felt disappointed, but knew he couldn't do anything. "Yes, that would be great." "Follow me, sir," Harry wondered if the goblin knew he didn't want anyone to recognize him since he didn't say his name at all. Harry exited Gringotts half an hour later with 2 pouches of money, fully intending to come back later. A visit to Madam Malkins to buy muggle clothes that fit for once later, Harry went to Flourish and Blotts. He asked for 6th year's books, but the clerk said that Hogwarts hasn't released the book list yet, so Harry wandered to search for some books himself. His X-ray vision, or so he called the vision now, was back full force after he exited Madam Malkins. And he was quite unnerved to be among walking and talking skeletons even if he knew that the problem lie with his eyes and not the people around him. But the vision proved to be quite beneficial when he was searching books that captured his eyes. 'Artificial Magical Enhanced Eyes', 'Prophecy and Its Effect', 'How to Survive when You're Cornered', 'Occlumency for Beginners', 'Tricking Your Enemies' were some of the titles he bought. The clerk blinked at the diversity of the books, but didn't comment. Harry paid for the books and a bookcase that was charmed to hold 50 books inside and weightless. He looked at his wrist and realized that he didn't have a watch anymore and decided to buy one in muggle London. He bought a simple black digital watch that was waterproofed. He almost entered a clothes shop when he noticed the time, so he hurried back to Leaky Cauldron and headed for Gringotts. The same goblin as before, Gartough, told him that the vault was already unfrozen and he could take a trip there right now. Harry nodded and followed him, all the while wondering what his parents wrote in their letter. TBC…
R&R!
Hmm…I have finished writing chapter 3, but I guess I'll just wait until I
start with chapter 4.
Skeleton Gathering He needed to sleep, wake up, whatever. It was a goddamn nightmare. And he needed some aspirin for his newfound headache! Just an hour ago he was woken up by his aunt quite rudely. The first time he opened his eyelids, he came to face with a talking skeleton looming down on him. Needless to say he freaked out. He screamed loudly and scrambled out of his bed, dropping to the floor and bumping his head into the bedside table unceremoniously in the process. The skeleton shouted in surprise when he screamed. Funnily, he noticed that it had his aunt's voice. He would recognize that shrill tone anywhere. Being screamed at for years with that voice would do that to anyone. There were thunderous footsteps outside his room, and the door slammed open, revealing 2 more walking skeletons with wands in their hands. He gaped openly at the skeletons, unable to wrap his mind around the strange things happening. Since when did walking skeletons spend their time in Surrey or more specifically his room? Either he had gone senile or Voldemort has conquered the world and decided that zombies were a fine addition to his
ideal world while he was asleep. "Harry, Harry, talk to me! What happened?" Remus' voice came from the taller skeleton. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE POOR BOY!" this time it was Tonks voice that came
from the shorter skeleton. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I WOKE HIM UP AS USUAL AND THIS WAS THE THANKS I GOT FROM THE UNGRATEFUL BOY! BEING SCREAMED AT IN MY FACE!" the skeleton that woke him up shouted in defense. There was anger, surprise, fear and anxiety in her tone. "Harry, son, do you hear me?" skeletal Remus asked. "What is it? Is it Voldemort again? Do you have a nightmare?" "I-I-I…I don't-I mean-I'm not," he realized that he was stammering incoherently. "Geez, Harry, you look as if you have seen a ghost!" skeletal Tonks laughed. "More like seeing skeletons," Harry muttered under his breath. "What?" skeletal Remus asked. "Nothing!" he quickly replied, too quickly in fact. "I'm okay. I only had a nightmare. It was nothing! Why don't you—uh…go? Just…go! I'd like to be left alone…please," he added. Skeletal Remus was silent. "Are you sure?" "…Yes. Yeah, I'm sure. It's just a bad dream, I will be okay." "You don't want to tell us?" "No, really, I'm okay. I'll be fine after some rest." "…If you say so," the skeletons exited his room. Skeletal Petunia was careful not to come in contact with skeletal Remus and Tonks. Harry released a deep breath that he didn't know he held. He was seeing 3 friggin' talking skeletons that had the voices of his aunt, Remus, and Tonks! He was so not okay! He was supposed to be near blind when he wasn't wearing his glasses, and now he was seeing everything very clear! Too clear in fact, because he could see people's bones! There was something horribly wrong with his eyes! Harry dropped back on his bed, laying there staring through the ceiling into the sky above…through ceiling into the sky above! Harry abruptly sat up in disbelief and shock. First, he was seeing people's skeletons, and now he
could see through ceilings? He started to piece together how this had happened to him, but was unable to come to any conclusions. He seriously doubted that other wizards ever had
this kind of problem. Who was he kidding? It was him, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived-Who-Could-Never-Be-Normal. The only reason he could think of was that someone had replaced his eyes with Moody's in his sleep, but that was silly! Still…Harry got up and walked toward his mirror in
trepidation. Nope! His eyes were normal, as normal as they could get since he could see through almost everything. This could be a great advantage if only he could control the darn eyes. He couldn't simply switch on or off this…new ability. The dark haired wizard groaned in disbelief. Was this some kind of cosmic joke? He glanced through his wall and saw Remus and Tonks talking anxiously—must be about him. Focusing on Remus for 5 minutes, he was now seeing skeletal Remus. Harry swallowed. It seemed that he could control his vision to a degree, but it wasn't something easy. He noticed that Tonks took a cloak and wrapped it around her. Using the same kind of cloak for years, Harry realized in a second that it was an invisibility cloak like his. Sooo…if it was an invisibility cloak, why—how could he see through it? He still could see Tonks behind the cloak. Shaking his head in incredulity and morbid fascination, he laid down on his bed and
closed his eyes, not wanting to see anything strange anymore. Speaking of guard, why did he get 2 guards at the same time? He thought that only one guard was guarding him at a time. His face darkened when the thought that the order didn't believe in his ability to stay out of trouble came to mind. He shook his head again and sighed. It wasn't good dwelling on such thoughts. His stomach grumbled loudly, making its hunger known. Harry grabbed his glasses and exited his room, going to the bathroom to wash his face, bathing could wait till later. Tracing the mirror in front of him, he could see how horribly he looked. He was thin, thinner than usual, and there were black bags under his eyes, a sign that he hadn't gotten a good sleep for days. This was the first time he had bothered with his appearance since Sirius' death. Sirius wouldn't like seeing him like this…like he had looked when he was just out of Azkaban. Harry shook his head and put on his glasses, but everything was suddenly blurry. Frowning, he took them off and everything became clear again. Gaping, he repeated the process a couple of times and even rubbed the lenses with a cloth nearby. It looked like his vision really was fixed overnight and turned into super eyes. He could see the details of
the house clearly as if he was using a magnifying glass. After he ate, he needed to get some sleep and hope that it was just a weird dream. Harry frowned at the food in front of him. Great, just when he thought that he needed to eat something for once, the Dursleys foiled his plan by giving him a meager portion of food. Not that he was given bigger portions before, but he had never paid attention while his mind was full of Sirius. The Dursleys stared at him weirdly. Probably wondering why he wasn't wearing his glasses and didn't bump into anything. He wasn't seeing their skeletons anymore and for that he was grateful. Breakfast with skeletons would be…weird and somewhat creepy. He finished his food quickly and washed up before going back upstairs where he took a warm bath for once. He needed to get money to buy himself food. Dead or not, Sirius would strangle him seeing him so pale and thin like this. And he wanted to do it himself, not asking his 'guard' to get his money. He had been cooped up inside the house too long and he wanted OUT! And probably he could buy a book that could give explanation about what happened had happened to him! He dried off and put his clothes back on. Entering his room, he grabbed his wand and Gringotts key and counted his money, it was enough for a ride to The Leaky Cauldron via The Knight Bus. Facing his mirror again for the third time that day, Harry realized that he looked somewhat different without his glasses on. But his scar still posed a problem. Rummaging through a drawer of Dudley's castoffsr, he found a red cap. It still appeared good, that was strange for Dudley, and its size matched his head. He remembered that it was
Dudley's when he was still in elementary school. Looking at the black pointy school hat he had for a second, he decided he preferred the cap. He put the cap on his head, covering his scar with it. Snatching his robe and invisibility cloak he exited the house from the back door as silent as possible, which was quite easy because he had done this since he was a kid. After 3 miles walking, so the bus driver wouldn't connect him with one Harry Potter, Harry unwrapped the invisibility cloak and pointed his wand to the sky. A loud crack later, the knight bus was there to be seen. "Leaky Cauldron, how much?" he asked Stan. "12 sickles, add 5 knuts if you want hot chocolate," Harry shook his head and handed him a galleon. Stan gave him his change. Harry headed to find an empty seat. "Hey kid, what's your name?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Is there a reason why you want to know my name?" Stan looked sheepish. "Forget it, I'm Justin," he told him, not giving him a surname. The man nodded and left him alone. The ride was as usual…rocky. Harry secretly wished the driver, Ernie—if he wasn't wrong, went to muggle driver school first before he drove this bus. Five minutes later the bus arrived at The Leaky Cauldron. Harry, 2 men and a woman got off the bus and entered the dingy pub. A mustached man opened the gate to the shopping district and he followed him in. Harry went straight to Gringotts and walked up to a goblin teller. "I want to go down to my vault," the wizard gave the goblin his key. The goblin snatched the key and put it on a device or some kind before frowning. "Your cap, please," he asked gruffly. Harry sighed and opened his cap, revealing the scar behind his bangs. "Put your thumb here," he pointed to another device attached to the first tool. Harry complied after he put his cap back on his head. It blinked green before it went blue. The goblin's eyebrow raised. "Is there something wrong?" he asked worriedly. "No, sir. It is indeed your key, but there is a notice to be delivered when you're 15 or above. Please wait here for a moment," he scurried off from Harry before he could open his mouth to response. Someone left him a notice to be delivered when he was 15 or above? He wondered if he would know about it if he hadn't come to the bank today and what it contained. Ten minutes later, the goblin came back with a letter. "It seems that your parents left their family vault open for you, sir. They gave specific instructions for us to tell you to read a letter they left there." "Family vault?" he asked confusedly. "Isn't it the same vault I always went to?" "Actually, no. That is only a trust vault made for you by your parents." "How come I didn't know this before?" "We thought that you know about it already, since every ancient family has a family vault in Gringotts. And for a great family heir who is an orphan, there is a law instructing that the heir cannot open the vault unless he was of age or if said parents left a notice for Gringotts telling us to open the vault before the heir was of age." "…Oh,' Harry nodded in understanding. Well, it was his own fault for not knowing much about the wizarding world, so he couldn't blame anyone. The letter! "Can I go down to my family vault now?" The goblin shook his head. "Unfortunately, our manager will be out for another 2-3 hours. He is needed to unfreeze the vault. Perhaps you could go to your trust vault and wait until he comes back." Harry felt disappointed, but knew he couldn't do anything. "Yes, that would be great." "Follow me, sir," Harry wondered if the goblin knew he didn't want anyone to recognize him since he didn't say his name at all. Harry exited Gringotts half an hour later with 2 pouches of money, fully intending to come back later. A visit to Madam Malkins to buy muggle clothes that fit for once later, Harry went to Flourish and Blotts. He asked for 6th year's books, but the clerk said that Hogwarts hasn't released the book list yet, so Harry wandered to search for some books himself. His X-ray vision, or so he called the vision now, was back full force after he exited Madam Malkins. And he was quite unnerved to be among walking and talking skeletons even if he knew that the problem lie with his eyes and not the people around him. But the vision proved to be quite beneficial when he was searching books that captured his eyes. 'Artificial Magical Enhanced Eyes', 'Prophecy and Its Effect', 'How to Survive when You're Cornered', 'Occlumency for Beginners', 'Tricking Your Enemies' were some of the titles he bought. The clerk blinked at the diversity of the books, but didn't comment. Harry paid for the books and a bookcase that was charmed to hold 50 books inside and weightless. He looked at his wrist and realized that he didn't have a watch anymore and decided to buy one in muggle London. He bought a simple black digital watch that was waterproofed. He almost entered a clothes shop when he noticed the time, so he hurried back to Leaky Cauldron and headed for Gringotts. The same goblin as before, Gartough, told him that the vault was already unfrozen and he could take a trip there right now. Harry nodded and followed him, all the while wondering what his parents wrote in their letter. TBC…
R&R!
Hmm…I have finished writing chapter 3, but I guess I'll just wait until I
start with chapter 4.