Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to both of Xenoblade Chronicles and Harry Potter. Both properties belong to their respective owners (J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Harry Potter), (MonoliftSoft Xenoblade Chronicles).
Note: This story was inspired by Gamer95 story known as "High Entia Prince". All credits goes to Gamer95 for the inspiration.
Little Harry Potter was sitting quietly in the back seat of the car. Next to him was an angry little boy who was the size of a beach ball. His arm was crossed with an ugly pout face. His cheeks were puffed in an angry manner.
Sitting in the front of the two seats were two adults. In the driver seat was a man that looked like a walrus, and next to him was a horse woman. Both of them, like the beach ball child, were not happy one bit.
Harry was shaking violently in his car seat. He sensed the dread in the air. He did not like the tension, and he knew what exactly happened.
It was supposed to be a little and simple trip to the grocery store. But things got complicated when Dudley wanted to play a 'game' of tag with Harry. Frightened, he did the one thing he knew was best, he ran. He ran as fast as his injured legs could carry him. But as soon as he was looking behind him, both of them ran straight into the pile of cans as they all fell on the floor.
And per usual, as if in a normal routine. Vernon blamed it on Harry.
And there he was in the car, terrified of what would happen to him. And just when he thought things couldn't get any worse. Vernon's last words were this…
"Just wait till we get home boy...I'll give you a beating you'll never forget."
Harry Trembled under immense fear.
Vernon continued. "What should I use next…" He thought with an evil grin.
Dudley shouted something that made Harry wish he didn't say. "You should use the hot frying pan again Daddy."
"Ah! Nice choice my boy. Nice choice." He praised his son for his choice of torture tool, but Harry nervousness got worse. What makes this worse is that he felt the freakiness in him started to act up again.
It only grew worse when Vernon choice of torture became worse. "Maybe we should heat him in the oven." He said as his smile grew wider.
Harry shook violently as he kept on hearing more options of his tortures of what was going to happen to him. "P-P-Please n-n-"
"I know! Rip his nails off! That will teach him!" Dudley gives Harry an ugly glare. That made Harry shake even more.
Little Harry's breathing became rapid. Deep down he feels his freakiness getting more and more active. He tried to keep it down. "I-I-I-"
Petunia spoke out, making it worse. "Let's make him drink the bleach."
"N-N-"
"All are good choices, so let's do it all!" Vernon cheered with a laugh.
All of them laughed without a care in the world. Their laughter was drowned out by Harry's fear. Through his perspective, he looks at them. Vernon and Petunia were laughing together. Laughing at all of the torturing they were going to do to poor little Harry. The little boy looked to his side with a terrified face when he saw Dudley, pointing and laughing at him. He didn't need to hear what Dudley was saying, he already knew what they were.
Hands clenching to his pants, he began to hyperventilate. He hated this. He hated all of this. He did not wish to be here. Why did he have to suffer from this? He snapped.
His freakiness got the best of him. The light got him by complete surprise, not only Harry, but also his abusive relatives. Dudley screamed in fear. Leaving Vernon and Petunia to look behind them, and they were caught by the light as well. The family were teleported out of the car. Leaving it in motion towards an incoming tree.
Harry didn't know what was happening to him. All he knew was that he had done the freaky stuff again. He was falling, thinking this was it. Until he landed on the grass.
Harry paled, he did it again. He looked around with a terrified look, this was not Private Drive, he wasn't even in his car. No, where he was in a forest. An unfamiliar area that he did know. Where in the world were they?
"YOU!" Harry flinched from the sound of his uncle's voice. Vernon roughly grabs his collar and raises him in the air with his hand balled in a fist. Leaving little air for Harry to breathe. "Take. Us. Back...NOW!" His voice bellowed. As if it almost shook the earth. Birds flew from the trees.
Little Harry began whimpering. He looks behind his uncle and notices that it wasn't just his uncle he brought with them, but also his cousin and aunt as well. He began to whimper in fear.
"What have I done?" He thought to himself in fear.
"TAKE US BACK NOW!" His uncle yelled once more! Little Harry tried, but nothing was working. "DO IT NOW! YOU HEAR ME! NOW! NOWWWW!" His uncle shook him violently. Tears began to form in his eyes. Vernon grew more irritated. Till he threw him to the ground. For good measures, he gave him a swift kick in the stomach. "GOD DAMN FREAK! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO USE THAT BLASTED MAGIC OF YOURS! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BRING US HERE!"
Harry only whimpered in pain and fear. He was in pain from his uncle's kick and fear of not being able to return home and possibly end up dying in this strange new world.
Vernon's face turned purple as he watched little Harry whimpering. He gave him another kick in the stomach just to quiet him. "SHUT UP! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU UPSET! YOU DID THIS TO US! YOU TOOK US AWAY FROM OUR NORMAL LIVES AND YOU TOOK IT ALL!"
"DADDY!" The cry came from his cousin Dudley. Vernon's attention was on his son and wife as they were crying. "WHERE ARE WE? I WANT TO GO HOME!"
Vernon's purple face dimmed down to normal and his expression changed to sympathy. He walks away from Harry and towards his crying family. He bends down and hugs his family. "Don't worry my boy. We'll be okay."
"HOW!?" Petunia bellowed in fear. "WHERE IN THIS UNKNOWN WORLD! MILLION AWAY FROM OUR HOME! WHO KNOWS WHAT THIS WORLD HOLDS! WE'RE GOING TO DIE IN THIS WORLD AND ITS ALL HIS FAULT!" She points at Harry with a furious face.
Harry flinched under her voice and rage. He kept his gaze down to the ground. He didn't want to see their gaze, he felt responsible for this situation they were in.
Vernon sighed. "I know how you feel, but we can't kill him until that freak finds a way to get us home."
"So what do we do?" Dudley asked, scared out of his beach ball body.
Vernon sighed in an aggravated voice. What will they do in this strange new world? The only way for them to return home is if the freak blasted magic works. But chances are slim...he can fix that. Smoke came out of his nostril, his eyes narrowed at Harry who was trembling on the sideline. He stomps over to him. Until his form was completely overshadowing the poor lad.
"Listen here boy," He says in a cold voice that sent Harry trembling even more. "We're leaving. And you're coming with us. And you are going to get us home. If you can't get us home then we're going to kill you, understand." He said with such malice.
Harry's eyes once again filled with tears, he began to tremble violently with fear. "Y-Y-Yes s-s-sir."
Harry was kicked hard in the stomach. The little boy started coughing violently. "I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!"
"Y-Yes s-sir!" Harry says more loudly.
"Now get up and follow us. And don't drag your feet!" He growled as he walked past Dudley and Petunia, with them following behind. Harry used the last bit of his energy to get up and make his way towards Vernon and the others.
It had been absolute hell for Harry and his relatives. For his relatives' part, they have been traveling for quite some time now. They've "attempted" to use every bit of their survival skills. Each afternoon of the day, they tasked Harry to find some food but he always brought a small potion of them. And they always give him a small bit of the food for the reward.
Each day, Harry tried to send them home with his magic, but it didn't work. His relatives became more frustrated with his failure and with each failure, they beat him more. Their torture to Harry became more and more violent and cruel. All of them would crowd him and beat him, call him names "useless", "waste of air", "idiot boy", "freak", and so on and so forth.
Vernon tries to remain strong until they find some sort of civilization but he wasn't faring much. Petunia was growing more insane, thinking that they would never get out of here. And Dudley was becoming more irritated and scared. His only source of enjoyment was torturing poor Harry, seeing him as the one who got them in this mess.
It has been four days since their trip. They found themselves in the middle of a forest. Vernon and Petunia were eating food, trying to enjoy themselves. When Dudley was dragging an injured Harry through the woods. The little boy had some sort of rope tied to his neck.
Dudley cared little for Harry's safety or health. He just pulled him along, with Harry almost tripping on himself.
As the two were walking, they came to encounter some sort of village. Dudley stopped in his tracks, his eyes beaming ahead. He roughly pulls a whimpering Harry straight to his side, with the injured boy falling to his face. "Look slave! A village!"
Harry looked at what Dudley was talking about and saw the lively village. For Dudley's part, he was glad they were able to finally find some sort of civilization, but for Harry's part, he was terrified. He has been told by his uncle that he should not be seen by people and that people will hate him.
Dudley, with such force, began to drag Harry towards the spot where his uncle and aunt were.
The Dursely had almost a similar reaction, it was in disgust and shock. The town was full of abnormal people. While there were some people who looked like ordinary people, there were some who didn't look normal at all.
There were people with wings sprouting from their head, there were people who looked like they were machines, and then there were little furball creatures scattering across the ground.
Vernon's face turned purple in rage with a mixture of disgust and rage. This town was full of freaks!
Dudley let out a weak cry. "I'm sorry dad, I didn't know this town was full of freaks."
"It's not your fault Dudley," He said as he roughly picked up Harry with the rope, giving the boy little air to breathe. "It's his fault!" Vernon finished as he punched Harry in the stomach.
"I-I-I-" Harry didn't finish as he was roughly thrown to the ground. Vernon then kicked in the face. Blood was leaking from his nose.
"Shut up. Just. Shut. Up." He growled in a cold tone.
Harry just trembled on the ground with fear. Tears leaking from his eyes, he didn't say anything, he just lay there with blank eyes.
"You're not really expecting us to live here...with a town...full of...freaks!" Petunia was not happy one bit.
Vernon flared air out of his nostril. "I don't like this as much as you guys, but we have to do this."
Petunia was not having it. With force, she grabs Harry around the throat, choking him violently. "WHY WON'T YOUR BLASTED MAGIC WORK! YOUR USELESS! WHY ARE YOU STILL BREATHING OUR PRECIOUS AIR! DIE!"
"Dear! I want to kill him too, but we need him to go home! Until his blasted magic, we have to bear with this."
Petunia's face flared with anger. She didn't want to live in a town full of freaks. But Vernon was right, they needed him so they could go home. She threw the emotionless boy to the ground.
Vernon is dragging Harry over to a nearby tree where he tied him. "You stay here. And continue trying to find a way to get us home, do I make myself clear!" Vernon growled.
Harry with a whimpered tear, he nodded.
Vernon, for good measure, punches him in the face. More leaking from his nose. "Just remember this is your fault." Vernon growled as he stomped off into the direction.
Harry just whimpered with tears streaming down his cheeks. Why does he have to suffer like this?
"I'm sorry…" He said with a sad tone.
The Dursely were making their way through the small town. Everywhere they looked, all they saw were freaks.
Petunia was holding onto Vernon's arm with fear on her face. "Where are we going to sleep?"
"Hopefully they have some sort of hotel or a spare building to let us stay in." Vernon growled. He really did not want to be in a town filled with freaks.
They were walking for a good minute or so until they saw a couple of people having a conversation on the bridge.
One looked to be a normal person who was tall. Had wavy black hair that reached to his shoulders. Wearing a mix of black, red and white clothing. Next to him was another man who looked an inch shorter than the black hair man. He wore an orange jacket with a shirt underneath. Wearing pants and glasses.
The other two however looked abnormal. One was a female with silver hair with braids and a pair of wings sprouting from her head. She wore a blue and white dress for clothing. A cape and a crown on her head. Another was a rather large one, like the other ones, he had a similar machine-like appearance.
Vernon, sighed in a growling tone. He went up to them. And he put up his best 'fake' smile. "E-Excuse me, good people."
The group turned to the walrus man who got their attention. "Yes? Can I help you?" Said the black hair older man.
"You see, good sir," He said with a fake sincere voice. Trying his absolute best to not blow a fuse. "Me and my poor family here have been traveling for quite some time now. We're trying to find a home or some shelter. Please could you help us."
The man looked at Vernon with suspicion, he believed that he was lying, he took a minute look at his family. He swore the woman looked like a horse and the kid looked like he needed some exercise.
The elder man next to him whispered in his ear. "I'm not sure about this one Dunban, there's something off about him." The elder man said.
"I know...but we can't exactly turn them away." He told the man. Dunban turns his attention back to Vernon. "So, you said you and your family have been wandering for days now in search of shelter."
"Yes. We're in desperate need of shelter." Vernon says. He was visibly sweating, hoping that Dunban would give them some sort of shelter.
Miquol, the large Machina approached Dunban. "I never seen Homs such as you lot before. Are you new to the place."
"H-Homs?" Now Vernon was nervous.
"Yes. Like Dunban and Otharon here." He pointed to the two men in front of him.
"Um…" Vernon quickly turns to Petunia and Dudley for some sort of support. But the wife just nervously shrugged. She just wanted some place to stay. "Y-Yes. Yes we are."
"Hmm…" Dunban was thinking over this.
Watching the entire scene was Melia, the young woman with wings on her head. Her eyes were scanning the large walrus man. He did not seem pleasant to her, he just screamed bad news. Her eyes traveled to the man's family. She looked at the horse-woman who looked like she was insane. Normally she wouldn't judge a person by their look, but this one was an exception. Petunia caught her gaze, and she immediately made a sour look of disgust. Hugging Dudley close to her. Her last gaze was on Dudley who had the nerve to stick his tongue out at Melia.
Melia definitely did not like these people. Especially the horse woman and the beach ball boy. They were just plain...rude and indecent.
"Well...we do have a hotel for you people to rest at...if you like that is."
"Oh yes of course. That would do just fine! Thank you kind sir." Vernon said. While he was pleased, he was still upset about being here with a place full of freaks, but what choice did they have? Plus, they had to keep the boy at a close distance with them so he can find a way to get them home. "And uh...where is this hotel?"
"I'll lead you the way." Otharon volunteered.
He led the peculiar group to their living quarter. Leaving Melia, Dunban and Miquol.
"I don't like this." Melia said.
Dunban nods his head. "I don't like this either, but we can't turn them away...at least not yet."
Miquol joined in the conversation. "I say we keep an eye on them. Make sure they don't cause any problems. If they become a problem, we kick them out."
"Here, here." Dunban agreed.
Melia just looked at the back of the walrus man. Having a sour look on her face.
The Dursely managed to find themselves a room. Otharon left them there, and Vernon left real quick to go get the brat. Leaving Petunia and Dudley to themselves.
"Mommy," Dudley whimpered through his ugly face. "Will we be able to go home? I miss my friends"
Tears leaked from her eyes. "I-I don't know dear. If that freak can't get us home...I'm gonna strangle him." Petunia growled.
Everything was his fault. That blasted stuff reacted and now here they were, in a world filled with freaks. Their problem came through the door.
Vernon threw the door open and threw Harry inside. The little boy back hitted against the wall, whimpering in pain. As soon as Vernon slammed the door shut, he stormed over to Harry, towering over his form. The poor boy tried to scoot away, but his back was already against the wall.
Vernon growled at him, his face was purple. "I'm gonna ask you this one more time. Have you found a way to get us back home or not!" Harry whimpered in fear.
He began to stutter in his words. "I-I-I-I tr-tried uncle Vernon...I-I really d-d-did."
Vernon was beyond mad. His face was flushed with the color purple. And that anger spread like wildfire as Dudley and Petunia were furious as well.
"What do you mean you can't get us back home!" Dudley punched Harry in the stomach.
"YOU GET US HOME NOW YOU FREAK OF NATURE!" Petunia yelled as she smacked Harry across the face.
The poor injured boy looked before him. All of his relatives look down on him with a mixture of anger, frustration, and disgust. They all yelled at him, calling him cruel and unwanted names; 'useless', 'waste of air', and more. Harry began to hyperventilate with tears leaking out of his eyes. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, because he knew what would happen if he did cry.
But that didn't stop them from venting out their anger.
Vernon makes a sneer as he looks at his wife and son. "I know what we can do to get his freaky stuff to work...let's beat him up."
Harry's eyes widened in fear. "N-No...please no." His weak voice cried out. But to no avail as they all crowded him.
"We're gonna help you boy." Vernon says with a sneer. "We're gonna help you get that magic working."
"No! I can do it, just please no more!" Harry's weak voice tried to call out, but that didn't stop them either as they continued their beating on the poor defenseless boy.
They continued doing this for a good hour or so...it was absolute hell for Harry.
It has been weeks since the Dursely and Harry were making themselves comfortable within Colony 9. They were lucky enough to actually have their own place to stay at. But of course it did not come free. They had to contribute to the colony every once and a while. Vernon and Petunia had to help around the place, live peacefully with the people and not cause trouble.
While they did not like it, they could not turn it away.
Of course, the Dursely got their own room, while Harry was sleeping in some uncomfortable place. But Harry grew used to it. But not as much as his abuse with his relatives. He knew his uncle was bad, but when all three of them gained up on him, it was absolute hell. They called him names, they beat him till his spirit was broken.
It was another typical day at the Dursely, while Vernon and Petunia were out and about shopping and "tried" to enjoy themselves. Dudley was left with Harry in the house. And Harry torture was terrible.
"Hey freak! Let's play."
Harry flinched at his words. "W-What game?" Harry asked with fear.
Dudley sneered at Harry. "Hide and seek." Harry started to tremble violently. "You hide," Dudley said as he brought out an old wrench. "And I'll be the seeker."
"Um...I-I-" Harry didn't want to play this game. And he really did not like the weapon that his cousin was carrying.
Dudley closed his eyes as he faced the wall. His sneer never leaves. "1...2...4…"
Harry flinched when his cousin started to skip numbers. He scrambled as best as he could with his broken leg. He ran off towards the back door. He didn't hear any rules from his cousin, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get away from his cousin.
He ignored his cousin's protest. He hated his life. Why was the world always against him? Why did he have to be with the Dursely? He just wanted someone to love him just as the Dursely loved themselves.
Tears streamed down his cheeks as he ran. He didn't care where, just away from his cousin whom he knows will beat him when he catches up to him.
He stopped running as he approached a local park area. Harry could see Colony 9 from above. It was beautiful. While the scene was beautiful, he was still broken inside. Tears continue to stream down against his cheek. He slowly crouches down near the railing. He began to cry silently. Wishing that he was out of this life.
It was another usual day for Melia as she was enjoying her peaceful walk down the pathway to Outlook Park.
It has been several days since the Dursely had moved into Colony 9. And so far she did not seem to appreciate their company. She had a sour look on her face when she remembered having encountered them.
Every time she ran into Vernon, he just gave her a disgusted look. Petunia would follow suit and she would throw an insult at her. She heard her say 'freak', something that she did not appreciate. Then there was her encounter with their son Dudley. He was an indecent brat. He had the nerve to throw a rock at her.
Melia brought this upon Dunban and the others. They got a warning not to discriminate against the other xenoforms in the area.
"Honestly...such imprudent creatures." She says with a sour face.
She walked over to Outlook Park just to enjoy herself for a minute or so. That was the plan until she saw that she wasn't alone. Melia's eyes narrowed at the person, it looked to be a child. But this child looked injured. She took notice of the ragged clothing he was wearing, and the unruly messy hair.
Curious about the boy, she approaches the boy with curiosity. "Strange...I never seen this boy before...perhaps he's new?" Melia slowly approached the boy. The closer she got, the more she heard a silently whimpering coming from the boy.
Melia had a frown upon her face. "Is he...is he crying?" She asked herself. Finally came close enough to him where she bends to his level and slowly taps his shoulder.
That slight tap however, sent Harry bolted right up and facing her. His eyes filled with fear and pain. Melia clasps her hand in front of her mouth with an attempted terrified gasp. This child looked like he was beaten by some monster.
Harry, the only thing he knew what to do, back away from her, his back against the railing that led off the cliff. Melia took notice of his situation.
"Oh! Careful dear, you don't want to fall now." She warns him gently.
Harry stiffened, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. She was close to him, Harry began to hyperventilate. His mind raced with ugly thoughts.
Everyone Hates you Freak!
Why would anyone want a freak like you!
Idiot Boy!
Worthless-
Those thoughts suddenly stopped however as he felt a soft touch caress his cheek. He looks back at the beautiful woman who was giving him a soft smile and wiping his tears away. "See...I'm not a bad person now, am I?"
"..." He didn't say anything. Harry was beyond confused by the strange person's behavior towards him. He's been tortured all his life by his relatives, feeding his thoughts with negative, cruel words to him.
"Excuse me little one," She gently said, getting the boy's attention. "I don't believe I've seen you here before," Harry stiffened again. "May I ask for your name?"
"..." He still didn't speak. He was too frightened of this woman's behavior towards him. But unlike his relatives, who would hit him and call him names, this one was being...nice. Strangely enough it felt...comfortable.
Melia took notice of the boy's reaction. "Perhaps an orphan who's mute?" She thought with a frown.
"I'm sorry little one...but are you mute?"
Harry shook his head.
Giving Melia an answer, she sighed in relief. "Then let's start over. I'm Melia, and yours?"
"...um...H-Harry...Harry P-Potter." He said meekly.
"Harry Potter...such a lovely name." She smiles at him.
Harry, for his part, was less terrified of her. While still having his back against the railing, it wasn't pushing against it. His face began to soften.
Melia sees him start to soften a bit. Took the opportunity to sit next to him. The boy had a confused look on his face, but he did not try to run away. Instead, he just blushed and continued to observe the kind lady on his side.
Harry stiffened. He remembered his uncle's threat to him if he were to reveal or say anything about what happened to him. To be honest he was never supposed to be seen by anyone at all, but this lady was being nice...at least he hopes.
He tried to come up with a lie. "Um...I-I tripped."
"You...tripped?" Melia obviously did not believe him.
Harry nodded. Melia chose not to pressure him. She instead moved on to the next question. "Now...Harry...I don't believe I've never seen you around in Colony 9...are you perhaps an orphan?"
Harry wanted to lie...but he really couldn't. "N-No. I'm actually living with my...aunt and uncle." He said with a sad tone.
Melia took notice of his expression. "Your aunt and uncle...what about your parents...you mom and dad I mean?"
Harry slowly trembled. "They...died."
Melia let out a soft gasp. She then wraps one arm around his shoulder and gives him a gentle hug. "You poor thing."
Harry stiffened again. Once again, I did not expect what this kind lady was doing. She didn't hit him, which is the first in his life, and now she's hugging him. The little boy did not even attempt to break free from her hug. He instead leaned into her warm embrace.
Melia took notice of his action and decided not to do anything. She snuggled with him more, feeling warmth on her side. "He is rather cute."
"Harry...mind if I ask this...what were you doing up here all alone...and why were you crying." Melia asked with curiosity. Hoping to get an answer from him.
Harry just flinched. His eyes shifting from left to right...he can't reveal to her about his uncle or anyone else. If he did, they would kill him. "Um...I was just...looking at the...view."
"...then why were you crying?" Melia was obviously not believing his words.
"Um...huh...um…" Harry was trying to come up with a lie, but he couldn't say anything. He couldn't think of anything.
Melia frowned at Harry's reaction and once again brought him close to her. "It's okay. If you don't want to say it then don't say it." She says in a gentle tone.
Harry once again stiffened at her action. He got another hug from the pretty lady. He said nothing but instead snuggled closer on her shoulder.
"Is this what it's like...to be hugged? To be safe...to be loved." Harry buried his face on her shoulder. Enjoying the small moment with her.
While the two were enjoying their moment, Harry noticed the sun was setting. Guess the day went by pretty fast during the evening hour. He didn't like it, but he had to go back home...to the Dursely...the people who hated him...hurt him...who did not love.
"Um...M-Miss Melia...I uh...have to go back."
Melia noticed the sun was setting, she frowned at this. "I see. Would you like me to escort you home?"
Harry flinched once more. "N-No! Um...I mean...i-its fine. I can go home by myself…" Harry looked away, thinking this over. He felt safe around Miss Melia, she was nice. She gave him a hug. And she did not yell at him and called him names. He decided to take this opportunity. "Um...if you don't mind...can I come visit you...a-again...p-please." He dared to ask.
Melia blinked at him. A smile slowly graced upon lips. Melia hugs him once more. "Of course sweetie." She says as she kisses his forehead.
Harry squeaked in surprise. Holding his forehead while madly blushing at her action. First a touch, a hug and now a kiss. Harry's mind was trying to process what was happening. This nice pretty lady was being nice to him, something that the Dursely would not do. He really wanted to see her again. She was the only one that was nice to him.
"Um...o-okay...t-thank you...M-Miss Melia." Harry meekly said. He bows his head and leaves in the opposite direction.
Melia waved him a good-bye with a small smile. "What a cute child. Much better than that Dudley child." She said in disgust.
Her mind wandered back to the small child. While he was cute, questions were still racing through her head. Why was the child badly injured? And his reaction to her affection definitely raises red flags. But it was an interesting day for her and she decided to leave it for another day. The next time she sees the boy she would have to try and get some answers, but for now, she would not pressure him.
Harry slowly walks up to the house that the residents of Colony 9 made for them to live at. His hands were shaking in fear. He knows if he makes a step into the house, Uncle Vernon and the others will hurt him again. Harry stopped at the door...he looked behind him. He was thinking back to Miss Melia. She was very unlike the Dursely. But he knew where he belonged...he just wished it wasn't them.
He slowly reached the door knob, but he was too late when it slammed open in front of his face. Hitting square in the nose.
Harry falls backward, he leans forward holding his nose. Once he looked up, he spotted an angry purple face, Vernon. He was growling at him with fire in his eyes.
Harry trembled under his stare. "U-U-U-" He didn't finish as he was snatched from Vernon and flinged into the house. He whimpered in pain.
"WHERE WERE YOU!?" Vernon roars.
Harry tried to say something, but was grabbed roughly from behind and thrown against the wall. Leaving him to whimper more. He slowly looked up to see Petunia, who was beyond furious.
"How dare you! You dare hurt Dudley with your freaky magic and leave just like that!"
"Huh?" Harry was confused. Hurt Dudley with his freaky magic? He would never.
He looked behind Petunia and saw Dudley, with a sneer upon his lip. Mocking him from the sideline. He lied.
"N-N-No...I-I didn't-"
"LIAR!" Vernon punched him square in the face. Blood leaking from his nose. "YOU HARM DUDLEY WITH YOUR BLASTED MAGIC AND YOU RUN OFF JUST LIKE THAT! AFTER ALL WE DONE FOR YOU! AND WHY WERE YOU OUTSIDE! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO INTERACT WITH ANYONE AT ALL! DO YOU WANT TO USE TO GET IN TROUBLE!"
"I-I-I-"
"SHUT UP!" Vernon punched him again. Vernon picked him up. He swings open the door, leading to the basement. He throws him down in the basement. Harry back slammed against the wall. Resulting in a whimper from Harry. "You are to stay down there until you find a way to get us home! No food!"
Vernon slams the door. Leaving Harry in the dark.
Harry just curled into a ball. Pulling his large ragged shirt over his body. Hoping to drift off into sleep. He was in much pain. He hated his life. He was framed. But his day wasn't all bad, as he remembered his small time with Miss Melia. Harry drifted off into sleep, expecting his sleep to be plagued with nightmares.
To his surprise, his sleep was not plagued with nightmares where his relative would hurt him in his dream. But instead, he was in a beautiful flower field. He looks around the place with a curious look on his face. He leaned back, till he felt something soft. Harry turns around and finds Miss Melia sitting down with a bright smile on her face. She didn't say anything as she brought Harry closer to her and drifted off to sleep.
Harry did not need her to speak a word or be awake. Being by her was enough for him. He snuggled close to her, feeling her warm embrace.
Harry woke up the next with a painful moan. He remembered Miss Melia from yesterday and was now thinking about visiting her again. But he was not allowed out of the house. And his relatives were to make sure of that.
And speaking of the devil, Dudley throws the door open. Without much thought he rushes down to him and then kicks him in the stomach. Harry let out a painful whimper.
"Hey freak! Make breakfast for us!"
"H-Huh?"
Dudley didn't say anything but dropped the bag of food and other recipes on to the poor boy. Causing him more pain. "Make breakfast! Now! Or my daddy will hit you!"
Harry's eyes grew wide, he didn't want to be hurt anymore. So he knew the next best thing to do. He got up from his lying position. And tried to get to the door. But he ended up being tripped by his cousin. Harry whimpered as his face planted on the floor.
"Get up." Dudley said. Harry got up, but was tripped again. "I said get up." Harry got up, but once again tripped. This went on for quite some time now. Making Harry face a complete mess from the torturing hell.
Few minutes had passed, and Harry had finally made it to the kitchen. His uncle and aunt yelled at him for being late. Harry would have given an excuse, but he was too terrified of what would happen to him if he did. Little Harry tries to cook them breakfast, but as he was doing so. His mind was elsewhere. To a certain High entia.
Harry wanted to meet her. He wanted to feel loved. But instead, he stays here. Forced to cook for the people who hate him. His thoughts were interrupted once more when his nose smelled something burning.
"WHY ARE YOU BURNING OUR BREAKFAST BOY!?" Vernon roars. As if he shook the house.
Harry flinched. His eyes opened wide and saw the eggs being burned. He panics. "I-I-I-I'M S-S-SORRY! I'LL-" He didn't finish as he was pushed away from the stove. His body flung to the hard ground.
Uncle Vernon grabs hold of the frying pan that was still burning on the stove and uses the bottom half of it, which was still hot. And uses it to smack Harry across the face. Harry wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't. It didn't stop his tears from flowing out of his eyes. He holded his cheek in pain.
"YOU USELESS LITTLE MAGGOT!" Vernon uses the pan once more and smacks him on the other side of his cheek.
Harry's body motionlessly hits the ground. Both his cheek, burning from the hot frying pan that his uncle has used on him.
Dudley began to throw a tantrum. "What are we going to do for breakfast now!?"
Vernon blew air out of his nostril. "Looks like we're going out."
"Out there with those freaks! I don't want that!" Petunia cries.
"I'm sorry dear...but we have no choice. As for you!" He turns to Harry, roughly grabbing his collar, raising him off the floor. He walked over to the door that led to the basement and threw him. Harry hits his back against the wall, resulting in more pain. Vernon walks up to him and kicks him for good measure.
"I-I-I-"
"You're useless. You're a waste of air. Your parents never loved you. You are nothing but a mistake." Vernon coldly says. The words stung Harry hard, leading tears to swell in his eyes. "We're going out for breakfast. You stay here! And work on getting us out of this blasted world that you put us in!" His face turns purple from his rising blood.
Vernon walks up the stairs, slamming the door behind him. Leaving Harry silently crying.
"I hate it here. I don't want to be here! I...I...I want Miss Melia...I want to be loved." His mind was made up. He didn't care. He wanted to see her once more.
Gathering enough strength, Harry got up from his position and walked up the stairs. He makes it to the door. As he opens the door, poking his head out, he cautiously looks around. Hoping that his relatives were not in the house anymore. They were not.
Harry, wincing in pain, rushes over to the door. He opened it, and left the house. He looks over Colony 9 and spots Outlook Park that hangs over the cliff. Hoping that Miss Melia was there, he makes a run for it. Trying his best to ignore the pain that was in every inch of his body.
Melia was making her way over to Outlook Park alongside her friend, Fiora. The female friend had short blonde hair. She wore a small top that revealed her midriff. For trousers she wore a short brown skirt, wearing a pair of leggings for shoes.
"You met a small boy here yesterday?" Fiora asked her friend.
"Yes. He was a very sweet boy. He asked if he would like to visit me again today."
"Aw, just the first day and he's already grown attached to you." Fiora giggled. "Do you know where this boy came from?"
Melia frowned at her question. "I believe I do not know the answer to that. But hopefully I can get some answers from him today. Although I don't want to pressure him too much." She thought sadly about that. Remembering how scared and confused he was the first time she'd met him.
Fiora took notice of her friend's behavior and set a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure it will be fine. He must've been scared."
Melia nodded. As they made it to Outlook Park, Melia looked around and noticed that Harry was not here. A frown developed on her face.
"Hmm...I wonder where he is?" She said with a worried tone.
"M-Miss Melia!"
She hears a familiar small voice behind her. The two females turned around and spotted a small young child running towards them. Melia recognizes the young boy who brought a bright smile on her face.
"Harry!" She bends down, opening her arm, welcoming him for a hug.
Harry ran up to her and almost made her fall on her butt from the impact. The poor child snuggled up to her, feeling the warmth that she radiated from her body.
Fiora was gushing at the scene. Their relationship was absolutely adorable.
Melia, for her part, had a very bright smile on her face. She has reunited with the small scared child whom she met yesterday. She was glad that he was safe. But her beliefs were false as she separated from her hug and noticed Harry cheeks had burnt marks.
"Harry...what happened to your face?" Melia said with a horrid look on her face.
Harry flinched. He remembered the beating he got this morning. Fiora kneeled down next to Melia and took notice of the boy's burnt mark which looked like it was freshed.
"Oh my, that looks like it hurts. You okay little guy?" Fiora asked with a worried tone.
Harry's eyes shifted left and right. Trying to come up with an excuse, covering up the story of what happened this morning.
"U-Um...I-I...I wa-was c-cooking-"
"Cooking!?" Both Melia and Fiora exclaimed in synch.
"Why on earth were you cooking! You're too young to cook!" Melia was now beyond confused. A child such as him! Cooking!? Shouldn't his aunt and uncle cook and not him.
"Um...my uncle and aunt...they weren't feeling well...so I…" Harry tried his absolute best to cover up what happened to him this morning. He didn't want her to know. And he didn't want to get Vernon and his relatives in trouble and possibly kicked out of the village.
Melia however, had a feeling of what was going on. Something about the way his behavior was was raising a red flag. But once again, she chose not to say much, not wanting to pressure him. Melia just made a small smile and brought him close to her again. She picks up and looks at him. Her gentle touch never leaves his cheeks.
"Harry, there's someone I like for you to meet," She gestures over to Fiora. "This is Fiora. She is a good friend of mine." Melia said with a smile.
Harry timidly looks at Fiora, who was smiling at Harry. "Um...h-hi Miss Fiora." He meekly said.
"Aw, aren't you a polite young man." She said as she pokes his nose. Causing him to squeak in surprise. Both Fiora and Melia giggled at his reaction. Harry blushed as he looked away.
"Now then, Harry, let 's take a look at that burn mark." Harry looked at her with a confused look. Melia brought her hand to Harry's cheek. And the next thing Harry knew, he noticed a strange aura coming from her hand and made contact onto Harry cheek.
Harry's eyes widen in awe and fear. She was using magic to help cure his injuries. After a few minutes, she was done.
"There you go." She said with a bright smile.
"W-Why'd you do that?" Harry asked her.
Melia had a small frown on her face. "Why to help you of course. What an odd thing to ask."
"But I deserve to be hurt. Freaks like me cannot-" Harry stops in mid-sentence. Covering his mouth.
Both Melia and Fiora donned a surprise look on their faces. They looked at each other, processing what the child just called himself.
"H-Harry...why would you call yourself that?" Melia asked. Wondering why would a sweet child such as Harry.
The young boy didn't say anything. He needed to keep quiet about his relatives. Or they will get kicked out, along with him being kicked out as well. He didn't want to be kicked out. He finally managed to find someone that was nice to him.
Melia and Fiora notice the boy's behavior when she asks that. Melia exchanged looks with Fiora, with her friend giving her an understanding nod.
Melia rubs Harry's head. "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't." She said as she kissed his forehead again getting another cute squeak from Harry.
The second time she did that. Harry was really surprised by how much kindness he was getting from her. With the Dursely, he would get hit, but with Miss Melia, he got love from her.
His thoughts were interrupted when his stomach started growling. Both Melia and Fiora giggled at Harry. "Looks like someone is hungry."
"Um…" He was going to deny it, but he could not deny that. He was desperately hungry. He had not eaten anything. He instead just shyly looks down and admits by nodding his head.
Fiora clasps her hand in delight. "Great! Then why don't head over to my place! I can cook you something while I'm over there!" She said, giving Harry a bright smile.
"Um...b-but I don't want to be a burden to you." He said meekly.
"Don't worry about it. I was out to get some recipes anyway. And all of our friends are over at our house for a good breakfast too. And besides, looks like you could use some friends?"
Harry's eyes widened at the end of the thought. Friends? Him? Making friends? A freak like him? But he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to have friends. But he couldn't tell them. And he was really hungry.
"Um...o-okay."
Melia adjusted Harry in her arms. "Good. Now then, let us be on our way."
The three made their way back into town. Harry meekly looks at Melia with a shy blush. He really liked her. She was nice, pretty, and she never hurt him. Harry dared, but he snuggled up towards her chest. Melia took notice of this and embraced him.
The group didn't notice but a mysterious young looking man was watching the scene. He had short white-silver hair. Tanned skin, deep blue eyes. Wearing clothing consisting of blue and black. With a gold key around his neck.
He mused at the scene with a smile. "The boy-who-lived transported into another world. Fell into the arms of an angel. It is interesting to see how things unfold throughout."
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This was a story I wrote way before "Hitoyoshi and The Prison School", this was my first fanfic story. I just never bothered positing the story to fanfic. XD
Anyways, I remember reading Gamer95 story "High Entia Prince" and I adored the idea of Harry being raised under someone else other than his abusive relatives. And I'm a sucker for heartwarming stories. Sadly there is only one chapter of Gamer95 version of "The High Entia Prince" and so I told myself that I would do it myself. And so I did. Also I'm a fan of Xenoblade Chronicles and I have a soft spot for Harry Potter. (Though I'm a little conflicted with the author J.K Rowling for revealing her true colors). Either ways, this story is really for fun.
Hope you enjoy. And to those who are wondering if I'm continuing my other story "Hitoyoshi and the Prison School", don't worry. That story is still going.
See you in the next chapter!