Unforgivable

The little boy was listening to the slow and deep voice of Marvolo under the bright sky, on the roof of the school. Focusing on the magic that traveled through his body, he felt the tingling of his fingers and the strength surrounding his body like a wind. There was nothing in his mind that kept him busy at that moment. No part of his thoughts was tied to reality. There was only sound and magic. The power that swept his hair stroked his body tightly like a loyal friend. He had never felt as safe and happy as that miraculous moment. The child did not know, but with his magnificent magic that surrounded him and fluctuated reality, he could throw millions of deadly curse at that moment. The magic barrier that wrapped like a shield from a bullet was an image that only a few lucky magicians could witness. Emerald eyes were open, but not seeing. So much so that the power radiating from the eyes was the kind that would melt the iron.

Marvolo continued to speak beyond dreams.

Focus, my little one... Feel the magic... Magic is in your veins... Flowing... In your body ... Traveling ... Circling your fingers ... Feel the power in your arms ... Concentrate on the magnificent power that swings your body ... You and magic... You are one with the essence ... You are now in full control of your life ... The burden of your life has already disappeared ... Harry ... You are free ... You are free now ... You are relieved from all unnecessary thoughts ... From responsibilities ... The only thing that matters is now ... Rise from this miserable muggle swamp ... Rise free wizard ... Rise ... Harry ... Rise ...

Marvolo's strong voice echoed behind Harry's mind barriers. It was as if it was not just inside his mind, the voice was right beside him, around him. The voice was roaring around his neck. It echoed through the buildings, streets, and around the human pile, shaking the whole world of the little boy. If someone shouted that there was a fire at that moment, the only thing that the child would hear would be Marvolo's orders.

He surrendered to the magnificent command that shuddered his veins and mobilized the child's body. For a moment he couldn't be sure if it was the power of him or Marvolo's. Two different spirits gave the same order to a single body. As the boy hurled his wild power, his friend was protecting his mind barriers. If Marvolo did not keep Harry's connection to reality, the boy would be completely immersed in the world of power and destroyed an entire city.

While their main goal was to control their magic, they also revealed the true potential of magic. At a very young age, the child, who had not yet entered puberty, stepped on his seventh birthday that day, had destroyed the power barriers before he fully matured.

Meditations for weeks and Marvolo's steel control was the only thing that kept the city safe.

The child raised his body quiet a bit in the naked air. Like a wingless angel, he began to glide a few meters above the roof. Without the muggle removal barrier surrounding the roof, poor muggles would have thought they witnessed Jesus' resurrection.

Harry was so immersed in power that he didn't realize he was flying. The eyes, blindly gazing, radiated a green wave of power into the environment.

Marvolo decided it was time to turn the child into reality. He changed his command strongly.

Take a deep breath and look down, Harry.

With Marvolo's voice, he stepped out of the magnificent intensity of magic and looked down. He realized the miraculous truth by opening and closing his eyes several times. He was flying. As soon as the sentence was in his mind, he shouted "Oh my God". The child, who could not get used to the fact that he could fly, suddenly fell.

Fortunately, he had fallen from just two meters, and the floor had been softened by magic, with the prediction of Marvolo. Despite this, the child managed to hurt his wrist.

The pain of his ankle was tearful, but the boy, who could not leave the beauty of his miracle, was smiling madly in the glow that would make the sun a poor matchfire. He was grining. He was laughing out soon.

Marvolo obviously remained silent because he knew that he couldn't get the child out of the drugging effect of magic, yet.

Poor Aphrodite, on the other hand, was content with looking at the her owner and murmured sadly.

Little Master managed to lose his mind at last ... She continued her nap.

It was almost an hour since Harry finally got down from the clouds. Happiness remained on his lips like a strong glue. The little boy smiled as if he had entered the free candy store. With his hurt arm, his hurt body, his energy loss and his messy hair, he felt like he was out of a long "Harry Hunt!" Season. Of course, the joy of flying did not match the bullyings of Dudley and his gang. But well...

He smiled at the cute snake, Aphrodite, who enjoyed the sun, and wrap her around his neck without disturbing her too much. This move brought the pain in his arm to a serious extent. It was a good thing to have a friend in his mind that always witnessed what he experienced, while he tried not to whine.

Harry, you need to fix that wrist as soon as possible. It can turn purple if you wait more.

The boy touched his already pink arm, gently rubbed his wrist, and suddenly pulled his hand with an "Ouch!" Why did he try to touch it?

* You're right, Marvolo… Maybe my Aunt has cream, huh? .. *

Even if there was a medicine, the child thought that Aunt Petunia would not be very generous. He could sneak it, but…

Don't you forget something, little one?

Marvolo stopped him as the little boy glanced over the roof to see if there was anything he forgot.

Are you a wizard, or not?

Unable to grasp the purpose of the problem, Harry continued to look blankly, and Marvolo continued.

You can heal your wrist with magic, Harry…

Realizing the situation, the boy smiled shyly. Although it was great to be able to do magic, it was so easy to forget. He still feared that one day he would wake up and find everything was just a dream. "Episkey!" He said, gently sighing and hovering over his wrist. This spell was one of the rare beauties of magic for him, as he was often injured.

When he looked the pinkness on his arm disappeared and the pain was gone, he took another deep breath and smiled. Magic was really an amazing thing…

While Harry was having the most magnificent birthday of his life, the school was over for that day, and the sun said farewell to the sky. The little boy passed the students who disappeared on the way. School buses had already been driven away . He encountered with fewer people than ever before, the bullies were avoiding him, Harry grinned and thought dear Aphrodite deserved the rats she ate.

The boy was walking quietly on empty streets. It could be said that he was a little more careless than ever. The energy he spent on the roof left a sweet tiredness to his body. He had a hard time keeping his eyes open. Marvolo prevented apparation because he could not concentrate well right now. His steps were messy. However, the roads he passed frequently flowed under him easily. "A little more," he said to himself. There is very little left… I wish there was a way to enter the house without my Aunt noticing, the boy thought.. I wish I wasn't so tired ... I wish magic would not take all my energy…

Among the muffled if onlies wandering in his mind, the boy did not look ahead. If he could be a little more careful ...

Harry slammed into a hard body and fell on his butt.

- "Hey! Watch where you're going, brat! "

The boy got up slowly and checked his wounded arm. He said 'Sorry' without looking, angry hisses of Aphrodite were heard around his neck. He would continue walking without thinking the man, but one hand sternly grabbed his shoulder. The hand was hurting him.

- "Where do you think you're going, huh, you fuckin brat?!"

The boy, trying to get rid of the hand on his shoulder, understood that the problem would grow. A little bottle in the man's hand showed that he was not in a healthy head.

- "I'm sorry, Sir. But I have to go. My uncle ... my uncle is waiting for me. "

Regardless of Harry's writhing, the man's other hand found his neck. He squeezed hard and started pulling the boy into the darkness between buildings.

- "I'm not done with you yet."

The boy's heart filled with fear, anxiously looked around. Between the buildings stretched out into a dead-end street. There were some boxes, beer cans and cigarettes on the floor. It looked like the place for drag dealers and bad people. The stranger should have been one of the regulars of this place.

While the man was dragging the fluttering boy, he said.

- "I'll teach you to respect your elders, brat."

Aphrodite… show yourself…

- "What are you whispering, boy?"

The proud reptile came out of the shirt despite her crushed tail and wrapped around the arm surrounding the neck. She started hissing with anger.

A sane person should have ruh awayin fear when he saw a snake, it was natural. But the drunk man obviously acted without being aware of the danger. This was in the man's favor. He grabbed Aphrodite from his arm and threw her into a dark corner.

- "I know you. You are that freak that carries a damn snake. You think you're something, aren't you, freak? "

He threw the child down and continued walking at him.

- "I'm going to beat the devil of you now."

Harry crawled back in fear and shrunk to the wall. He took his head in his hands to protect himself from the violence of the stranger. There were tears in his eyes that he was not aware of. He was preparing himself for the unbearable pain that would happen a little later.

Harry… listen to me Harry ...

* Marvolo ... *

Concentrate on my voice, my little one

* Help… me… Marvolo… *

I want you to focus on hate… Think about your anger at the worthless muggle… Think of your grudge against your so-called family's indifference… Hate… Get angry with the injustice of the days you couldn't protect yourself…

* What ...will I do, Marvolo? *

Focus your magic to the anger you feel… and say Crucio! with all your hatred! Now!

The little boy looked at the stranger with wet but hate-darkened eyes during the brutal kicks. All his life was passed by the attacks of bully muggles. First Uncle Vernon pushed away ... Then Dudley and his gangs' 'Harry hunting!' game ... He couldn't protect himself. Fearful, painful days… Wherever he looked, he saw faces that wanted to harm him. How would he defend himself when his only mistake was being existed? Sometimes they went ten against one… Sometimes adults against the child… How easy it was to hurt when you could afford it… He hated everyone… He hated powerlessness…

You are no longer weak… You can hurt him… One word… Say the magic word…

The boy held his hand towards the worthless muggle's body. He added all his hate, grudge, and anger in that one word and shouted. He knew he could. There was no room for error.

- "Crucio!"

Muggle fell to the ground in screams. His body trembled as if he was in a crisis of epilepsy. His skin was red as if it had been burnt. It was an absolutely horrible sight.

The little boy looked disgusted at the man who was writhing on the floor. There was nothing about pity or pleasure in it. It was almost numb. Despite the pain in his body, he stood up. He grabbed the poor reptile curled with pain at the dark corner. His steps were slow and pointless. It seemed as he didn't know where to go. He ignored the darkness of his closet, and apparated, ignoring the possibility of reaching a completely different place.

There was not a single conscious thought in his mind when he fell into bed. He plunged into a dark darkness without realizing that he was crying.

He did not know that he was holding tightly to Aphrodite while he was asleep, nor did he know that a burned corpse would be found in a side street two days later.

He forgot all his existence in the darkness.

A single sentence echoed in a far corner of his mind.

Happy birthday, my little one…

HARRYTOMHARRYTOMHARRYTOM

The horcrux of Lord Voldemort watched the child in the window of his mind, trembled with the magnificent power he witnessed.

Marvolo was enthralled by the magic that was released by the child who managed to fly.

He was captivated by the unforgivable curse's destruction on the worthless muggle.

Harry Potter, who tasted the darkest of magic, now belonged entirely to Lord Voldemort.