News at Little Whinging spread quickly and the Tragic Dursley Event, as they called it, was no exception. Harry doubted Dursleys had as many friends as there were attendants at the funeral. Everyone was hungry for details, their curiosity masterfully cloaked under concern and shock at the situation.
Petunia recited everything she knew — everything Harry allowed her to speak of — to anyone eager to listen. She was grief-stricken and the fact that Harry Potter was her only remaining family became painfully obvious. Some neighbours have previously chosen to ignore Harry, others never even knew he existed, but considering the loss she endured, no one was surprised that Petunia became so suddenly attached to the boy.
People were kind and understanding as they are supposed to be in this sort of situations. Driven by curiosity and hunger for gossip, or in other words, to show the community support for an unfortunate family they started regular visits on 4 Private Drive during the couple of weeks that followed the funeral.
They weren't only bringing comforting homemade pies to help Petunia out and console her but also toys or games for Harry. In just about a few days Harry received more presents than he had birthdays. The notion itself was surreal but Harry understood it wasn't about him. Nothing changed in Harry to deserve this treatment, if anything, it was the opposite. But the perspective changed. The way they viewed Harry and what they thought they knew about him was different now. They used to ignore Harry and now with just a little push, he was a centre of attention similar to how Dudley once was.
It was the power of adults to influence each other's opinions. After all, Petunia was a respectable woman and when everyone caught on to the new wind no one was willing to be left out of the loop.
The presents, for the most part, were utterly useless though. Toys that didn't work or were too childish for Harry's age.
"Maybe they broke like some muggle things tend to do around magic," Nagini suggested as Harry picked yet another plastic brick that refused to do anything. Harry shrugged turning it around and finding an empty compartment for batteries. He scoffed, throwing the toy away, he wasn't interested anyway. Cute teddy bear he had also no need for anymore. Picture books?
"Sure, I am ten years old, but not a toddler." This stuff was way below his intellectual level.
"What presents would you have liked to receive instead?" Nagini asked curiously.
"Something not so useless, like proper books or clothes," he answered after some thought and sighed. Not that he imagined anyone would guess his wishes but it seemed, he'd have to take the matter into his own hands. He already wore clothes that fitted him better after he told Petunia to bring him something nice. They were decent but not the perfect fit still and Petunia's image of nice wasn't exactly corresponding with Harry's taste.
He lived in Dudley's second bedroom now, thoroughly cleaned and newly furnished, not wishing to touch anything that belonged to his cousin, moving all the things he didn't need to the other room instead.
Harry found the new social experience to be exhausting but still put up the façade of a shy grieving boy who just lost half of his family with dear aunty the only one left. If he were to survive at this place until Hogwarts he needed to secure the best conditions possible. Easily falling for his act people expressed their pity and support, which were just empty words to Harry's ears. No adult ever supported him before and he wasn't going to anticipate it now. He knew that they too kept up appearances doing what was normal and expected of them.
The only person he found odd among all the neighbours was Mrs Figg, whom he recognised. He stayed with her for Dudley's birthdays sometimes. She always seemed odd to him, with all those cats and… more cats. But Harry never thought much of her, spending time at her house was like another chore to him. It wasn't so bad but still not enjoyable and pretty dull. He wasn't under the impression that she cared much for him either. Just like he never expected it of any other neighbour. Now though he did expect people to care about him if only just in pretence. She always stood out as an eccentric woman so maybe she simply didn't bother. She visited them once but instead of staying for tea and chatting with Petunia she just looked around the house, curtly saying how sorry she was and then stared at Petunia's protective arm wrapped around Harry, muttering to herself, 'Weird how grief can change people' and louder added, 'I guess, you won't be staying at my place anymore.' And after some excuse, she bid goodbye and left. Normal ordinary people would have said that he's always welcome at her home if he ever needed support, normal people would go out of their way to show how deeply sorry they were. Apparently, she stood apart from normal masses as later confirmed by Nagini.
At the times of visits, Nagini was either exploring the rest of the house and its surroundings or sleeping. Mostly though, she liked being close to Harry, so she hid under his clothes basking in the feel of his magic. Harry didn't mind as long as she kept quiet and hidden. It made boring conversations somehow more bearable for him too. When Mrs Figg stepped into the house Nagini perked up uncharacteristically and made an attempt to leave her hiding place but was stopped by Harry's gentle hand. Later when confronted about it, she explained.
"There was something different about the air around her, she did not seem like other muggles."
"I thought so too but it was just her behaviour, right?"
"Not only that. There was a hint of magic around her. Very small and practically non-existent, but not at all like yours and thus noticeable."
Harry didn't expect this, the thought making him uncomfortable.
"Do you think she is a witch? Is it possible she knows about me too?" The last thought didn't sit well with Harry, he hoped it wasn't the case but at the same time, he probably shouldn't be surprised. There were still so many things he didn't know.
"No," Nagini answered after some consideration, "She is definitely not a witch. Even a weak witch would have a very different air around her. No, I think she might be a squib."
Harry nodded in understanding. For the past few days, Nagini shared some more knowledge about the magical world so he was familiar with the term. He didn't think a squib alone was something to worry about, but the squibs could have connections to the wizarding world. As if reading his mind, Nagini continued, "But she still might know who you are."
She might be a strange woman in the neighbourhood and generally harmless but her visit left Harry uneasy. It still could be a coincidence that she just so happened to live nearby, she could be not aware of anything but if there was a chance that she knew — she knew and hasn't told him anything — Harry preferred not to leave his life to chance.
So he sent Nagini after her to spy for any information. Small again and as inconspicuous as possible considering the fear of snakes that spread around the neighbourhood recently, Nagini followed the woman's scent. Upon arriving at her house and choosing a dark spot somewhere between shelves she patiently waited for something unusual to happen. Her patience didn't have to be tested for long. Around midnight the fireplace flickered green, a clear indication of a magical call. A bearded face appeared there and Nagini listened carefully remembering each word. Being one of the more powerful magical snakes and never forgetting her Master's lessons she understood human speech almost as well as Parseltongue. After the call ended and she was sure she heard and seen enough Nagini slithered back to Harry inwardly seething with anger for the human child.
Nosy neighbours aside, Harry had a fair amount of free time now. He found the lack of chores refreshing and the opportunity to torment Petunia mildly amusing. At least at first when he still had numerous ideas for how to make her life more miserable. He made her burn her hand on the stove, fall from the stairs, forget about food for days while making Harry the most elaborate breakfasts, lunches, dinners, and suppers. She cleaned the house, cut her hair as short as possible (and wore a wig in the public eye), accidentally stumbled into doors and walls, she barely had a moment to sit and relax and when she was allowed to sleep she did it in the cupboard.
It quickly turned into a routine of sorts and Harry eventually became bored, just mechanically reminding her to do this and that while leaving the woman to tend for herself. He didn't need to tell her every time when she was allowed to eat or sleep, he just made the rules and she followed them thoroughly. Now that Harry didn't have to give her more attention than she deserved he barely registered if Petunia fell, or banged herself against the wall or burned her fingers.
Harry appreciated having the appropriate amount of food at last. Initially, he went slightly overboard trying everything there was to try. While in the grocery shop, accompanied by Petunia, he couldn't stop himself from picking all that caught his eye, from simple puffy bread to exotic fruits and fancy dishes. As far as Harry was concerned, he deserved it, and from Petunia's part, it was only natural to be a doting aunt who spoiled her only remaining nephew in the same way she would spoil her own son. With time Harry got over it. After all, he wasn't anything like Dudley and he wasn't hungry anymore.
During shopping for clothes he didn't restrict himself either, choosing the best quality assortment. He quite enjoyed the attention of the ladies who worked there eager to help upon hearing Petunia's cooing that went along the lines of 'Choose whatever you like, Harry, dear, now that uncle Vernon left us so-and-so much money.' After buying necessities with the guidance of what suited him best he went on to indulge himself with some more fancy clothes just because he could. He enjoyed looking in a mirror now. Instead of a clumsy poor kid, he now looked like an elegant young man. His reflection was also a confirmation that not only he looked good now but he was good in general, life was good now. The process of choosing things for himself confirmed he had control over his life now. It wasn't about just admiring beautiful outfits, the fact they fitted him perfectly also eased Harry's mind as if soothing the invisible itch he never realised he had before.
They visited a doctor who checked his eyesight for proper prescription and enjoying new possibilities of what was never allowed before Harry spent several hours in the largest optical shop trying different models of glasses and never settling on just one. He reasoned that it was as an important part of his wardrobe as any other clothes and just as much it can change depending on his mood or whatever he was wearing at the moment. There were stylish models with a thin silver frame or more casual with a thick black one, rectangular, slightly rounded, some bigger, some on the smaller side, all shapes and forms. Except, he never once glanced at those with a round shape, his own old ones smashed to the ground and further trampled as soon as he got the chance.
Another pastime Harry found himself engaged in was going around the house and sorting through things. He needed to be aware of what was where in the house, what was important and what should go straight to the bin.
Stumbling upon a stack of envelopes filled with money in one of Vernon's drawers, addressed to Mr and Mrs Dursley, the memory of 'You, ungrateful brat! Look how much we're struggling all because we have to spend money on a freak like you!' flashed before Harry's eyes until he blinked confused and a sense of unfairness settled in him once again. Pushing it aside he was quite relieved to know there was still more than enough money in the house. Despite receiving a big sum upon Vernon's death from an insurance company, it was still reassuring to have extra funds, so Harry had no other reason to deny himself anything other than his own satisfaction at what he already got. Even with the way how spendthrift he was at first he still hardly put a dent on Dursleys' finances overall.
Among Petunia's cheap romantic novels with colourful covers, Harry found a photograph of a woman with vivid red hair and a man with an oddly familiar face. Turning it around he read "James Potter and Lily Evans, 1977". Harry knew from some documents he found earlier that Petunia's surname was Evans before she married Vernon Dursley so it must be her sister, his mum, and obviously his dad.
He turned the card again and looked at it properly. They were young and smiling, bright and intelligent, not drunk and horrible, but rather nice and happy. Harry looked at them for a long time memorising every detail. He felt a pang in his chest for a brief moment until he stashed it away once again. His parents were dead. He looked at the green eyes of his mother and wondered if they'd look as happy if she saw him now or if they would be filled with sadness, judgment, and disappointment. He tensed squeezing the photograph tightly in his hand as he heard Petunia stumble downstairs with a loud thump. His mother's sister. The very same sister who disregarded Harry for years, bullied and called him a freak. So far he didn't regret his decision to handle Dursleys the way he did and happy gentle eyes from a dead mother who he never knew shouldn't change his mind. It was a matter of survival. Him against them. And he wasn't the first one to pick a fight. He just answered appropriately.
Switching his gaze to his father Harry found it curious how alike they were at first glance, it only took him a longer inspection to notice some differences like the brown eyes, slightly broader jawline and longer nose. Flicking his eyes to Lily again he confirmed that those details Harry took from her. It was an odd sensation to see some connection to his parents. But it was so small and so very late. While a couple of years ago he probably would have been all sentimental and crying and hoping and dreaming of what life he could have, now he found it simply curious albeit slightly uncomfortable. He felt no attachment to them apart from the way they looked. Harry glanced at Nagini who was curled in the warm corner sleeping peacefully and remembered what she told him, how her Master killed his parents because they were on the opposite side of the war. They were still young and bright with a grand future ahead of them. But it was cut short by Nagini's Master along with Harry's future of bright and happy childhood. He wasn't attached to his parents now but he could have been.
After some deliberation, Harry slowly put the picture in his shirt pocket. There was no good in thinking about it now. Nagini didn't hate Harry for disposing of her Master, he surely had no reason to hate Nagini, but concerning her Master himself… he would have to think about it later.
In another obnoxious romantic novel he found a yellowed envelope. While "To Mrs Petunia Dursley" in curved letters brought no surprise, the name Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore made Harry freeze and just stare at it coldly. Nagini, sensing a shift in mood, woke up and slithered closer to Harry.
"What is it, human child?" she asked with concern.
Harry took a moment to blink at the outrageously long name as if to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
"It is a letter from Dumbledore." he tried to control his voice but still his irritation at the discovery was clear.
"Ah," she hissed angrily. "What does it say?"
Opening the envelope, Harry started reading, his eyes growing wider at the realisation of how much his life seemed to be influenced from the very start. By the time he was finished, he was circling the room for the umpteenth time not able to sit calmly.
"Not only he is secretly spying on me! Not only he is perfectly aware of the way I was treated! He put me here himself! And he simply left me with this letter? As if it would make Dursleys happier! And he never showed up, never checked on me, not even in the beginning, just a damn letter," Harry breathed and stopped pacing comforted by Nagini's angry hisses. He ran a hand through his ever unruly hair in an attempt to calm down. It was no good to lose his composure because of some old fool. "This is just ridiculous. To think that a wise adult does not know simple rules of being polite and responsible." Harry narrowed his eyes remembering what Nagini told him the other day after spying on Mrs Figg. "And his only concern is 'the boy might get too comfortable with this turn of events.' Too comfortable? When was I ever at least half comfortable in this hellhole he put me in?"
Nagini curled around Harry in a protective and supportive gesture. "Dumbledore is very full of himself, he might be a wise adult but that is exactly the problem here. He certainly knows what he is doing."
Harry agreed with her, that's what he thought too. He patted Nagini absentmindedly relaxing at her proximity. These days Nagini's hugs of sorts were a usual practice for him that always brought comfort and filled the emptiness he had at the lack of touch, something he became aware of only recently.
Tired from the turmoil brought by Dumbledore's letter Harry returned to his room and laid on the bed, Nagini following behind and surrounding him protectively once again. He stroked her scales lightly and Nagini hissed softly, pleased. This calmed him down quickly and he tried to see some spark of reason behind Dumbledore's actions. So far Harry gathered that everything went according to the plan and when he suddenly became adored by his aunt and neighbourhood Dumbledore saw it as something to worry about.
"He was always like that," Nagini offered, "Never trusted my Master right from the beginning."
When she didn't say anything more, Harry quirked an eyebrow prompting her to elaborate.
"My Master was still a child, an innocent sweetheart just like you when they first met. Only because he could speak the noble language of snakes, Dumbledore became overly suspicious and unfair. But I must say this goes beyond anything, you were barely hatched and he was already meddling with your life."
Harry didn't answer mulling over her words, wondering what constitutes as innocent in Nagini's book considering that Harry himself was already responsible for the deaths of two and an enslavement of one while he was still only ten. He also took notice that, apparently, speaking Parseltongue was suspicious and he should be careful how to approach his conversations with Nagini in the future.
Remembering the letter still irked Harry and it took him some more time to store the sudden hatred for the old man away to be able to sleep. The images of quirky handwriting and infuriating words flashed before his eyes along with the kind faces of his parents, everything mingling together until finally comforting indifference settled in. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he found it fascinating that he didn't even need to think on the subject later on to decide whether he hated Dumbledore or not.
Nagini sleepily crawled through the eerily quiet house. It was too dark even to her liking and too empty with a bitter taste of abandonment. Soon she felt a familiar silhouette approaching from a distance and a lonely cry of a baby cut through the silence. She slithered up the stairs to get closer to the sensation she so urged for but the green light abruptly spread all around and there was pain as if the life itself was sucked out of her and Nagini froze unable to move and-
-woke up, the surroundings around now warmer with a frantic rhythm of a heartbeat, a clear sign of life. Coming to her senses she noticed Harry was awake as well clutching his forehead and trying to steady his breathing.
"I saw your dream, Harry," Nagini concluded. For some reason, the whole experience alarmed her.
"You can do that too?" Harry did not seem surprised and he probably should not, she had yet to tell all of her secrets to the boy and they both doubted she ever will.
"It happens sometimes, without my intention. Yet another proof that we are connected in some way."
Harry hummed, seemingly not very interested, "So what about the dream? Did you find it amusing?"
Nagini was sure she did not look amused one bit, more so distressed than anything. "Not at all. On the contrary, it bothered me for some reason but I cannot put a tail around it."
"Is that so…" Harry averted his gaze. Interesting, maybe it was not the first time he saw this dream and it clearly bothered him too if he went out of his way to show how disinterested he was.
"How do you even learn of such a skill?" And here he goes, changing the subject as if nothing happened. Nagini mentally sighed deciding to humour the boy.
"As you already know, I am no ordinary snake. Even without being the Familiar of the most powerful wizard," Nagini paused to let the information sink in, her voice full of pride, "I am still magical and powerful among the snakes myself."
"Just powerful? Not the most powerful?" Harry teased.
"No," she admitted simply, "I am not Basilisk who is the King of Serpents."
"So does it mean you snakes have a hierarchy too? Like kings and those below."
"There is a hierarchy but not like the one you humans have. The place is set within our species, we know our strengths and weaknesses, and we have our pride as snakes. We do not strive to prove anything to anyone, our power is simply known. We do not bother with power plays as humans do."
Harry took a moment to ponder over it. "It could be a reason as to why you are all right with serving people. Because they are more powerful?"
"Yes, it is the reason. We do not only acknowledge their power but also drawn to it and happy to serve the humans. By humans, I mean wizards, obviously." Harry smirked knowingly as Nagini continued, "Actually, not even wizards but those who wield Parselmagic and are able to speak our noble tongue." Now it might have appeared as if Nagini was the one smirking.
"Ah," Harry's eyes gleamed in understanding. "It really leaves you with not so many options to choose from."
"Exactly. There were more Parselmouths in the past but they were always rare. We would not serve just anyone."
"That is logical considering you ought to understand them in order to do so."
"Some magical snakes can understand human language and so they can also serve someone other than a Parselmouth if they are bound by a bond of Familiar."
"I see." Harry seemed thoughtful but his demeanour changed to somewhat sad again. It was just a hint of emotion but Nagini got used to picking up some bits of expression in the flavourless air around Harry. She found it bizarre especially in comparison to her Master who always had a vivid range of emotions. While at first, she confused the two which initially brought her to the boy and while she could see some similarities in behaviour, now she clearly saw how different they both were. She still could sense a similar connection to Harry as if the tiniest mark from her Master was imprinted in the boy. Nagini flickered her tongue positioning herself closer to the lightning-bolt scar on Harry's forehead. It was definitely Master's magical signature there but just a signature should not feel as strong. Maybe it was different because the Killing Curse was involved, the only one of its kind that the victim lived through. Which reminded her…
"By the way, do not think that I forgot about the dream."
"That dream is not important," Harry shrugged not keen on discussing it further.
"Is that so? Have you seen it before?" Nagini emphasised her words with a bit of magic to make sure Harry did not ignore her. She looked him straight in the eye now. Harry held the gaze but the power of Parseltounge worked on him too, he could not lie and luckily he chose to answer.
"I did. But it always stresses me up." Maybe he actually wanted to talk about it after all if he was willing to answer even what she did not ask. Nagini held her breath letting Harry talk. "My scar hurts and my heart… how silly it sounds. I am hurt. Like, emotionally." For some reason, Harry had a hard time admitting it. Nagini tried to comfort him.
"Sometimes things like that hurt you, humans, but they can also make you stronger."
"No." Harry rejected firmly. "Emotions are nothing more than a weakness. The only way to become stronger is to eradicate them, to be free of hurt or anything else that can stray me from a clear path. This dream is dragging me down."
"So that is how you feel." Harry nodded and Nagini tried to sense the air around him once again only to catch a small hint of frustration, almost dead, buried deep beneath the empty wall. So that is why Harry so much felt like nothing, almost less than even her Master's remnant anger inside the scar. From the looks of it, the boy did this to himself intentionally. Very much impressive for a child so young but almost dangerous too. "Are you sure you want the things to be this way? Emotions are an essential part of human beings."
"I am sure." There was so much conviction in Harry's voice and his eyes were just as heavy.
"Are you saying you disregard your human nature?"
"A human without emotions is still a human."
Nagini resigned, not voicing her uncertainty out loud. Harry's own magic had a strong presence in contrast to the lack of emotions, but it was too unusual for her senses and thus unsettling. The time would tell and maybe Harry himself will reconsider his choice. In the meantime, she could aid him in a different manner. "Occlumency might be a very helpful tool for you."
When the initial rush and curiosity and the appropriate time to be deemed polite passed, Petunia and Harry were left alone. A couple of weeks was enough time for everyone to be certain of the new dynamics in the Dursleys household. It was now Petunia's turn to bother her so-called friends sharing her troubles, the poor woman was still in grief and very sickly. Upon Harry's instructions, she started regularly visiting a private doctor returning with statements of numerous symptoms and treatments for the mysterious illness that could cause her untimely death. At some point, to avoid questions about her bruises and having had his fair share of petty revenge, Harry stopped tormenting Petunia needlessly for the sake of acquiring a solid foundation for his future course of actions. No matter what he decided to do later Petunia's death was only a matter of time, the fact that was already conveniently spreading all around the neighbourhood.
Now that Harry wasn't under as much attention, he could go alone wherever he pleased. When he first went shopping with Petunia he was clouded by his own desire to acquire all things imaginable that he never had. Now that he had too much of everything, most of which he didn't really need or got bored with quickly, it was stored in another room and mostly forgotten about. Harry almost cringed at the thought of Dudley's similar behaviour but once the void was satisfied Harry could control himself, once assured that he can have anything anytime he didn't need that kind of confirmation anymore. He started to get used to being the one in charge of his own life. Never again will he be treated as a boy-freak who can be shoved around and told what to do. No, Harry will only listen to himself now and be the one to decide what others have to do for him, not the other way around.
Going to London on his own without any purpose in mind was another new experience for him. He went to all the famous places he only read or heard about before. Getting out of his cupboard was like getting out of prison, the city was busy but also beautiful, which impressed Harry a lot. Now he could stop and admire the architecture or simple views that became even more special at sunsets or at night with all the shining neons and occasional fireworks. Harry quickly got accustomed to getting around people without being noticed much, Nagini kept him company comfortably curled around his neck. If anyone were to harm a lone kid in a big city, well, he was neither alone nor defenceless. Harry enjoyed simple walks like this. More often than not he returned to Surrey when it was already dark and then, away from the lights of a bright city, he could look up and see numerous stars in the sky. They always mesmerised him and reminded of how big the world actually is. And even bigger still as Harry had yet to enter the magical one.
He didn't want to rush there yet, aware that his actions were observed. Nagini checked on Mrs Figg several times to be sure and indeed the woman noticed Harry leaving the house, going around by himself and taking a bus to London. Fortunately, she didn't follow him all the way to London and as he always returned it never became a matter of concern for Dumbledore. One time the old man mentioned that the boy wasn't seen at the Alley which meant he had other sources of information there as well. Harry needed to be extremely careful and prepared. Mentally too, with all the new revelations and changes in his life he didn't want to further overwhelm himself, he needed some time to gather his thoughts. In the meantime, he explored London and all the routes that led to Diagon Alley or the Ministry of Magic, collected his own titbits of knowledge through Nagini and created an image of a boy with a habit of often going out so when the time for the actual trip comes no one would bat an eye at him leaving. Several months of waiting weren't a big deal and Harry could be patient.
He took his time going to the bookshops and selecting books that looked interesting. He always enjoyed learning new things and despite only limiting himself to muggle studies there were still a lot of topics he found worth exploring. Now that he wasn't forbidden anything he found it only reasonable to educate himself further. But with the new perspective and Nagini's commentaries, he couldn't help but compare everything to what he might learn at Hogwarts.
Before learning about real magic Harry sometimes thought about chemistry as something magical, it fascinated him how with a certain knowledge different things could be created by simple combinations and reactions. He wondered now if he'd have a similar affinity to Potions and looked forward to making something on his own. While physics was fascinating in straight to the point explanations of how even the simplest things from daily life worked, it would never explain how magic works and why it breaks physical laws. Even though history and politics didn't hold his interest much, he considered them useful for general knowledge and he had yet to learn about the history of magic and how the government there worked. Despite biology offering immense diversity in plants and animals, he would have to deal with magical herbs and creatures later in life. He started to gradually lose interest in the things he thought won't make use or sense to him anymore. He only took more notice in Astronomy after Nagini told him that wizards also had this subject. And it was still captivating to look beyond the mundane boundaries, admiring the scale of the world, the concept of how small everyone was and insignificant, including him, somewhat comforting and reassuring. He also occasionally entertained himself with solving mathematical problems, which were purely abstract and helped him escape any other thoughts that bothered him as well as keep his mind sharp. But he couldn't stand fictional literature anymore. Any adventure he tried to get invested in paled at the thought that magic was real and he himself can have his own adventure now.
Not even a couple of months passed in this manner and soon to Harry's disappointment he was bored, most of the books abandoned. He respected the culture and science of muggles to some extent, but they would always be inferior in his eyes when with magic he alone could do so much more.
Harry was glad he had Nagini with him and they could have conversations about the magical world, its customs, history, and society. Nagini, while content staying with Harry for the time being and having little else to do now, was eager to share her knowledge and pleased to have such an attentive listener.
"I was meaning to ask," Harry started one day, "What was the war about? Your Master and my parents were on opposite sides but what exactly were they fighting for?"
"My Master is the Dark Lord, meaning he and his followers are using predominantly Dark Magic. But those opposing him only recognize Light Magic as legitimate and wish the Dark Magic to stay eradicated and forgotten. Through years of outrageous propaganda, the Dark became associated with evil and even those who could use it naturally, rejected it believing in lies and not looking further than what was told to them by the authorities. My Master wished to restore the former glory of Dark Magic along with forgotten traditions. There was also a worrying tendency of accepting Muggleborns into wizarding society without teaching them proper ways thus the magical world becoming polluted with their muggle ideas of how things should be. They also became easily afraid of anything to do with the Dark and were readily raised to be perfect soldiers for the Light."
Harry listened quietly and as he thought about it the Dark Lord's purpose didn't seem unreasonable and he had another understanding of why Nagini despised muggles so much.
"But what is the difference between Dark and Light magic? How does one know what is better for them?" Harry wondered what category his own magic fell into, remembering the day he first met Nagini and that tingling sensation he reached for instinctively.
"Both have different spells for similar purposes but human wizards have different levels and types of emotions they fuel their magic with. Some say that Dark Magic is addictive because of a stronger connection it requires of a caster but for the same reason, it does not always require the usage of a wand. For the past century, Light Magic became associated with what is good and legal, some might even cast Dark spells without knowing they are Dark just because they are used with good intentions. There is no distinct way to know for certain what magic suits you better, every person has the ability to use both but only after using and seeing for themselves, they would know what feels right for them. Most of the wizards nowadays just assume they are Light because it is the only magic they are taught and they are too averse to anything Dark to try it and see the difference."
"Do you remember the way I used magic before? I did not need a wand for that."
"Indeed, you did not. But that was not Dark or Light magic," she hurried to clarify, "As a Parselmouth it was only a matter of time when you would be able to use Parselmagic, there is no need for a wand to use it either, only a natural ability. The fact you were able to do it so quickly after learning about magic and talking to me means you have a great potential for this kind of magic. Tell me, did it feel like a natural thing to do?"
"Yes, I did not think too much about it. I guess, I listened to my intuition more than anything."
"That is exactly how I would describe Parselmagic. Of course, you need to be a Parselmouth for it to work, that is why this magic is almost non-existent nowadays and does not get talked about."
"So if I do not need a wand, can I try using it again? At that time there were no alarms from the Ministry about an underage usage of magic. It must be not taken into account."
"I am not sure. Sometimes the Ministry just assumes the magic was accidental when it comes to children who have not gone to Hogwarts yet. They may take notice if you use it continuously. But for it not to be on their tracking system at all is also a possibility."
"We can try and see what happens?"
Nagini's eyes shined with unhidden amusement, "Indeed, we can try."
And so they tried.
At first, it was something simple, connected to Nagini. Harry made her fly, maintaining eye contact and focusing on the magic, it was as if an invisible part of him just picked Nagini up and held her some distance above the floor. It didn't last for long, the effect stopping once he broke eye contact or lost some focus. Harry made sure to try this on a soft cushion so Nagini wasn't hurt when the spell ended abruptly. Nagini told that with practice he'll be able to make it last longer without the need to look at her all the time, but still praised him for succeeding and encouraged to work more on his focus.
The next day and days after there were no alarms from the Ministry, so they tried again and again.
It was October nearing the end, people around the neighbourhood were excited about the upcoming Halloween and London buzzed offering specific decorations, costumes, and sweets. Harry never particularly cared for the holiday, not that he was ever allowed to. But the surrounding atmosphere got him an idea. Enough time already passed that he wasn't under as much scrutiny from Dumbledore, the only dilemma was how to sneak into the magical world without bringing unwanted attention to himself. His muggle clothes were of fine quality but they would still mark him as someone not belonging to the wizarding world. Especially knowing that Dumbledore's people were on the lookout for a muggle looking boy with a scar on his forehead. But he couldn't buy wizarding clothes without entering Diagon Alley first, so he started to look for something that would seem appropriate in the muggle shops but Nagini always scoffed and said that it was not what wizards looked like. He didn't want to stick out in the muggle London either. Now though with Halloween when people willingly dressed up as wizards or whatever their imagination allowed them to, Harry knew it would be a perfect time to go unnoticed in both worlds. The only problem now was to find something that actually looked like proper wizarding clothes and not something extravagant that muggles came up with. He and Nagini eventually settled on a simple long black cape with a large pointed hood that could cover most of his face.
But another concern arose when Harry explained his plan to Nagini and she recognised the day. Wizards too celebrated Halloween but in recent years it also became known as the day when Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord.
"They will be there all happy about my Master's supposed death and singing praises to none other than you." Nagini's tone was outright displeased.
"Oh," Harry deflated a bit, the prospect making him uncomfortable. It also changed his plan from being perfectly careful to the risky one. "But they will not be expecting Harry Potter to actually be there. And maybe it will be easier to draw less attention in the crowd."
Nagini just hummed neither agreeing nor disagreeing, lost in thought at the reminder of the worst night in her life. Harry didn't probe further seeing her evident upset. Weighing all the pros and cons Harry decided to stick to the plan. It would also be beneficial for him to get exposed to the reality of his own fame. He still was pretty detached from the idea, just hearing it from Nagini wasn't the same as experiencing it himself, he almost didn't believe that people actually considered him someone important.
He woke up early on October 31st, prepared to take the first bus to London. It was an extra precaution as he doubted the wretched woman kept an eye on him all day long from the earliest morning. And the day promised to be a long one so the sooner he started the better. Nearing London he put his cloak on, covering half of the face with the hood. He chose subtle frameless glasses for the day so not to attract too much attention to his face and also made sure the scar was hidden under his hair in case he needed to take the hood off. It wasn't an easy task, his hair was as messy and unruly as always, which at first frustrated Harry because it contradicted his perfectly assembled choice of clothes that were more on the elegant and strict side, but eventually, he gave up and even accepted it as a crucial part of who he is. Petunia was frustrated with his hair before too, but no matter what she did they always grew back to the messy and unruly mop. Harry decided to think of it as a symbolic reminder that nothing can break him and didn't mind the messiness it brought to his tidy appearance anymore. So to the best of his ability, Harry hid the scar under the fringe and even applied some of Petunia's make-up for good measure.
He went through London like this, noticing some other kids already dressed up for the holiday despite it being so early. Good, Harry looked like a normal occurrence among them and nobody paid him any mind. Finally, he made it to the Leaky Cauldron, the place he only circled around before. Next came the tricky part. Nagini advised him to act like someone who knows what he's doing so no one questions him. It was a usual practice for wizards to come and go all the time and the bartender wouldn't stop for every person that comes through unless it was clear the guidance was needed.
Harry stepped into the pub not lifting his eyes and proceeded to the back door. There weren't many people around and they were mostly engaged in their own conversations. Harry focused on the bricks Nagini pointed to him. They were supposed to be tapped with a wand but the key was really in magic, Harry practised channelling a small amount of his magic without directing it specifically to Nagini so he hoped this would work. He tapped the bricks with his fingers for better effect and luckily it worked. The wall opened up in an entrance inviting Harry to come in.
It was clear wizards celebrated Halloween too, with all the decorations around and a general uplifting atmosphere. He didn't have to pay attention to every detail to notice the clear difference. While muggle city wasn't necessarily boring, it was still mundane compared to Diagon Alley. It felt like someone poured colours all over and breathed fresh air through, it felt like magic.
He didn't go far but already heard his name exclaimed several times. Harry was glad he prepared himself mentally not to react every time. His goal was to visit Gringotts first to acquire magical money. Nagini suggested there was a good chance he had a family vault there already, but just in case he took muggle money with him for an exchange as well.
The white building was impressive if a bit intimidating, just like the goblins themselves who looked shrewdly at their customers. When it was Harry's turn and he was asked for a name, he held his breath, reaching as close to the goblin teller as possible and whispered, "Harry Potter."
The goblin narrowed his eyes at him, "Key?"
"I don't have a key, is it the only way to prove my identity?"
"It's not. And the key is not for proving your identity but to confirm access to your vault."
"I see, I can't access my vault without a key even if I prove my identity."
The goblin nodded affirmatively, "Exactly."
He didn't propose anything else, looking at Harry expectantly, so Harry switched straight to plan B.
"In that case can I start a new vault? It shouldn't matter who I am as long as I'm a new customer?"
The goblin looked surprised probably expecting Harry to insist on entering the vault but his eyes gleamed with interest.
"You must know that in order to start a new vault you must have at least 1000 galleons of deposit to make. We won't be going through the trouble of making a new vault if it isn't worth it."
Harry pretended he knew this as he agreed with the goblin.
"Yes, I have a sufficient amount of money on hand, the only problem is that I'm not sure what value they hold in wizarding currency. You see, I'd like to make a money exchange from muggle currency first."
"This can be done and won't be a problem, what numbers are we talking about?"
Harry, who wasn't sure how the exchange worked, brought all the enveloped money he found in Vernon's drawer, there were at least 8 envelopes with around 5 thousand pounds in each, and one envelope with somewhat less amount clearly previously used. So he told the goblin his estimation.
To his relief goblin's eyes gleamed even more.
"Yes, yes, indeed. That would be a sufficient amount. Let's proceed with this business in another room."
The goblin led Harry to the corridor with multiple doors that Harry assumed were goblins' offices. Reaching the end of the corridor, the goblin finally stopped and invited Harry in.
"Take a seat, Mr Potter and make yourself comfortable," a cup of tea appeared at this, "I'm afraid the procedure will take some time. We need to make sure that everything is in order."
Harry nodded, taking a cup gratefully, "I understand, I don't mind."
"Good. Now, my name is Rogluk and the confirmation of your identity is still required for the further protection of your new vault."
At this point, Harry already lifted the hood but his scar wasn't visible, so Harry hoped goblins had more foolproof methods for identification. And surely, the goblin offered a piece of parchment and a small knife.
"Just one drop, if you please."
Harry took the knife and pressed it to his finger lightly until exactly one drop landed on the parchment.
Instantly it disappeared but the goblin didn't indicate that something was wrong and just waited. Soon simple red letters appeared "Harry James Potter. July 31, 1980. Vault #687. Vault #392."
"It's good to know you are who you claim to be, Mr Potter." Rogluk then summoned some other parchments and looked through them. "As you can see for yourself, two vaults are connected to your name but you don't have access to either of them. #392 is the ancient Potter family vault which you'll have the right to access only when you come of age. Until that time you are supposed to use the trust vault #687, which was created personally for you and is protected by the key."
"Why don't I have the key then?" Harry couldn't help but ask, he probably was the one who should know, not the goblin. But Rogluk considered the question seriously, flicking through some other documents.
"Ah, it seems that your magical guardian has the key. It is a common practice to leave the key with a guardian until a child is to go to Hogwarts."
For several long minutes, Harry didn't answer, processing this new information. He tried to word his next question as carefully as possible but it still came out blunt and almost incredulous.
"I have… a magical guardian?"
Rogluk's face became critical and concerned. "Didn't you know this?"
"No, not at all. Is there any way to know who they are?"
"Of course, it's all documented. Here," he pointed to the line with an all too familiar name, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
Oh.
Oh. Harry shouldn't be surprised, he really shouldn't. He heard Nagini react with an angry hiss, who up until now was carefully tucked under Harry's cloak listening to everything quietly, probably bored out of her mind. Harry patted her through the clothes lightly reassuring that he's all right. He was all right, really. At this point, he learned to expect the worst from the man. And this was probably not even the worst thing he had done to Harry, right?
"Right, yes. Now I remember." Harry said sarcastically and Rogluk didn't comment on it. "So he has the key. Apparently, he has access to my vault. Is there a record of how many times he accessed it and what he took?"
"Of course," the goblin almost looked offended. "Starting from November 1, 1981 he took 1000 galleons each year."
Each year? 1000 galleons? This would make 9 times overall. Suddenly 9 envelopes in Harry's pocket became so much heavier.
"Did he happen to exchange it for muggle money?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, he did."
Harry contained the urge to laugh bitterly. What a joke. And here Harry thought he would have to shamelessly live off of Dursleys' money. Not that he felt bad about it but knowing that this was his money all along made him glad and bitter at the same time. They had his money all along, they had more than they ever would have dared to spend. And they still accused Harry of robbing them. Harry pushed the thoughts away. It didn't matter anymore. Dursleys didn't matter anymore.
Finishing all the formalities at Gringotts and with a small pouch connected to his newly created vault #971, Harry left the bank only to realize there were now a lot more people on the streets. Lifting his hood just enough to scan the Alley carefully Harry decided to go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions in order to buy real wizarding clothes first. As he neared the shop the conversation caught his ears.
"What a glorious day it is. Long live The Boy Who Lived!"
"Oh, wonderful child! To think it's been almost a decade without the terror of You-Know-Who!"
"And our little saviour must be around this age too. I wonder what other wonders he'll show us once he enters Hogwarts!"
"Most heroic things for sure! Dumbledore must be training him in secret from the early on! One does not defeat He Who Must Not Be Named and stays an ordinary boy."
"No, one does not! Our Golden Boy surely must be extraordinary!"
Harry held the reflex to grimace and entered the shop cutting off the conversation behind the closed door. He couldn't bear to hear any more of such nonsense. Was this what people thought about him? Why do these people even need a saviour? Aren't they capable adults themselves? His darkening thoughts were interrupted by a middle-aged witch who greeted him with a smile.
"Hello there, young man! What can I do for you?"
Harry looked at her and smiled in return, uncovering his face from the hood once again and smoothing his fringe down just to make sure it still covered the scar.
"I'd like to have a full set of clothes, madam. You see, my wardrobe was accidentally set on fire at home, so I'm in the need of replacing everything," he lied looking sheepish.
"Oh, dear! Accidental magic at your age is surely a tricky thing, how unfortunate." She clicked her tongue not looking unhappy one bit, motioning for him to stand on a stool while needles and measuring tapes started flying around. "Your order is surely big, so I must ask, what budget do we have in mind?"
"There is no limit, I guess. I want the best of the quality, madam."
"Now do you?" the witch looked him over once his cheaper looking cape was discarded and nodded in approval. She didn't question the muggle origin of the clothes but the higher quality was clear to her keen eye. Harry didn't answer watching the things flying around him with slight apprehension, not sure how this worked as he never before was in a magical shop. But he didn't want to appear ignorant so he stood there patiently waiting and wondering what the excited witch would suggest to him now that she deemed him as a worthy customer.
"You look like Hogwarts age, would you like to have school robes prepared as well? Might save you time when you go on a shopping trip later."
"Ah, yes. That's very thoughtful of you. Thanks." He smiled, pleased, truly appreciating the offer. He felt Nagini sneakily slithering down his body and off to the ground hiding somewhere in the pocket of his cape, who anticipated the difficulty in hiding otherwise.
The needles and tapes stopped doing whatever they were doing so madam Malkin waved her wand over the shop and all the best clothes of his size were brought forward.
"You can choose and try on whatever you like now." She waved her wand again. "And here are the Hogwarts robes. This particular set is charmed to fit as you grow and should last you a couple of years depending on the speed of your growth. It also has some protective spells woven into it, you'll never know what the pranksters at the school are up to," she winked as if letting Harry in on some secret, "as well as cooling and warming charms that are activated depending on the weather. In fact, all the best quality materials in here have similar properties."
Harry was fascinated. He knew wizarding clothes would be something else. Apart from the looks, they were also more practical, which suited the most basic of necessities he might have. While he didn't mind buying a new set of clothes as he grows, the charm was still very handy, in his age he could grow rapidly and it was good to know that the clothes would fit him at least a couple of years. Harry looked all over around the shop and let out a contented sigh. He noticed some basic things weren't much different from muggle examples, but as he ran a hand through the material of a seemingly basic black shirt, he could sense the warmth of magic oozing from it.
It was like discovering a new world once again, he loved wizarding fashion already.
Bidding madam Malkin goodbye, with a shrunken bag full of new clothes that would unshrink in several hours by itself Harry left the store with quite an uplifted mood. But the moment he stepped out, the buzz of the crowd with his name shouted in praise and You-Know-Who's whispered with dread reminded Harry of the sour taste this day had but he tried to ignore it. Despite the constant alert to keep his identity hidden, today was supposed to be fun.
After experiencing an expandable pouch from Gringotts and a temporarily charmed bag from madam Malkin he decided he needed something similar with a permanent effect to store all his things. Soon he found a perfect trunk for his purposes in one of the nearby shops. The owner also recognised a future Hogwarts student in him and recommended the thing he would absolutely need once the school starts. The trunk came not only with Extension and Lightweight charms but also could be shrunken or unshrunken with specific buttons as well as protected by privacy wards set to a password of his choice. With the steps shown on how to do it, Harry decided that he'll definitely think of something in Parseltongue for better protection.
His next destination was Flourish and Blotts. The very thing he was so impatient to get to ever since he was done with all those muggle books. He hesitated briefly overwhelmed by the variety of magical topics all around him not sure where to start. He wanted to know everything there was to know but he also needed to start with the basics, he wasn't over his head to assume he could do advanced stuff already. With magic, everything was new to him but he also didn't want to bring the shopkeeper's attention with his newbie questions. To his relief, the shelves in the shop were marked with different levels of magical knowledge required, from beginners to advanced, general or segregated by Hogwarts years. Harry walked through the topics of History, Charms, Potions, Defence, Politics, Pureblood society, picking whatever caught his eye. On a whim, in addition to The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Hogwarts: A History he also picked several books proudly displayed at the front about the most popular topic this particular day, The Boy Who Lived. He knew already from the titles like The Grand Journey of the Golden Saviour or The Wonderful Life of Boy Wonder that they would be rubbish but he needed to know what he was dealing with. There was also a full set of first-year Hogwarts books near the counter so he took them as well curious to see what to expect from school.
But he wasn't done with books yet. With Nagini's prompting Harry carefully strayed to the hidden darker corner that lead to Knockturn Alley. The atmosphere there was strikingly different from the Diagon Alley, less lively and pleasant, almost scary if not for the assurance of a deadly snake around his shoulders. Harry was already used to walking around mostly unnoticed and seemingly people here didn't pay him any mind either. Inconspicuously, Harry entered Borgin and Burkes, curious to see if he would find something useful there that wasn't necessarily aimed at general public.
Harry examined the displayed objects with interest but had not dared to touch anything. The shop itself was definitely dark and mysterious but oddly thrilling at the same time. He wouldn't want to own any of the grotesque-looking things though and doubted he would have the need yet. On the other hand, the corner with a small collection of books tempted him with more thorough exploration. There some tomes were so old that he had a hard time distinguishing the titles, but eventually, to his delight, he found A Beginner's Guide to Occlumency hidden among A Proper Way To Dissect A Muggle and Recipes For Disaster: Common Mistakes In Potion Brewing. Surrendering to curiosity, Harry flicked through the former book but quickly closed it, disgusted. None of the images inside seemed in any way proper to him. The latter book though came across as a useful practical guide well suited for his beginners level. But it was Occlumency he was the most excited about, the very thing Nagini recommended him to learn once he shared his desire to have control over emotions and also because Dumbledore was clearly a threat with the ability to read minds. Harry was astonished once he learned that such a thing is possible and vowed to protect his mind to the best of his ability before Hogwarts starts.
The shopkeeper didn't bat an eye at Harry's purchases only caring about his ability to pay. Granted, Harry didn't buy anything offensive this time but it was still reassuring that a lone child in such a place didn't raise any suspicion. Leaving the shop Harry decided not to wander around the Alley much after that, he was content with what he got so far. He wasn't about to stay long in the Diagon Alley as well, figuring that he can always return later for anything else now that he knew the route and had all the important things covered.
He couldn't wait to finally start reading everything that would introduce him to a magical world. While Nagini was a helpful source of knowledge her perspective was also limited to that of a snake devoted to the Dark Lord. Now Harry had finally had his hands on the knowledge that only books could bring him. Despite his excitement Harry walked through the Alley back to the Leaky Cauldron in no particular hurry, taking in different shops beautifully decorated, noting what could be of interest to him on the next trip. He passed a couple of other bookshops on the way, noted the Apothecary and Magical Menagerie, was tempted to enter Twilfitt and Tattings seeing that it was yet another clothing shop of seemingly higher calibre than Madam Malkin's but he was determined not to prolong his journey too much. Only catching a sign at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour Harry inevitably stopped. Apparently they had a special Halloween ice-cream on the limited menu for today and Harry couldn't help himself. He had yet to try any of the magical food and while he wasn't particularly keen on sweets anymore after his earlier overindulgence of them, he was curious to see if magical ice-cream would be anything special.
And it certainly was. The Halloween ice-cream was shaped as little orange pumpkins with tiny chocolate bats flying around. While he had seen a number of magical displays throughout the day this was something that impressed him the most. The ice-cream itself tasted like a mix of pumpkin and orange, leaving a pleasant aftertaste that wasn't overly sweet. The texture was also slightly different from ordinary ice-cream. It wasn't as cold seeing that it wasn't hot summer anymore but it didn't melt either preserved with magic. Harry thoroughly enjoyed every bit of it. As far as he was concerned, his trick today was a success and now without a doubt he deserved a treat.
Weeks went by and soon enough he was finishing book after book. He skipped some passages that required practice of spells or potions, focusing more on general theory so he could get a better understanding of magic. There wasn't much he could do now without a wand and he would still come back to practice later at school anyway. Although, to his surprise, potions could be made without any wand movements so he decided to fetch some tools and ingredients the next time he visited Diagon Alley.
It was the end of the year now and it seemed fitting to start something new. The atmosphere was pretty comfortable now that he settled into a learning routine, spending free time chatting with Nagini or just relaxing near the fireplace. Christmas went almost unnoticed, apart from the tenth envelope with muggle money addressed only to Mrs Dursley this time. So Dumbledore didn't pretend not to notice that there was no Mr Dursley anymore, but no other letter of acknowledgement followed. These envelopes were anonymous, so it actually made sense. Harry's hate for the man subsided with time and, after some contemplation, only a slight bewilderment at the whole situation remained. At least, Harry wasn't left financially with nothing, at least in theory from Dumbledore's perspective it was supposed to be enough to provide Harry with a carefree childhood. Maybe it was the biggest thing the man could give him anyway. He might be Harry's magical guardian but he was no parent of his.
Harry didn't bother with decorations or the Christmas Tree. It wasn't like he expected any gifts. The neighbours pretty much left him alone, gradually forgetting about his existence as he never really bothered to remind about himself and Petunia was probably on their nerves now with her constant depression and death predictions. It suited Harry well. He preferred a small company of Nagini to anything else that was generally associated with winter holidays.
Harry contemplated his vast bookshelf trying to decide what to read next. His eyes caught A Beginner's Guide to Occlumency and he traced the cover in wonder, picking the book from the shelf. It was only when he set in the armchair and opened the book that he noticed Nagini uncomfortably curled on the windowsill watching something in the dark.
"What is it, Nagini?" Harry didn't notice anything particularly interesting in the window save for the occasional decorative lights from the street. He knew Nagini well enough now to understand that this wasn't what mesmerised her. If anything, it looked more like she was simply lost in thought spreading gloomy and uneasy energy around her.
"What is it, Nagini?" Harry repeated after she didn't answer. This time she faced Harry lazily.
"It is the end of the year, is it not?"
"It is," Harry tensed. Maybe the realisation of a new year approaching without any progress on her search hit her suddenly and she was fed up dealing with Harry now.
"It is my Master's birthday."
Harry mentally relaxed, his sudden worries dispersed.
"Today?"
"Yes."
"Oh," Harry closed the book curious now. "How old would he be?"
"I never kept track, to be honest. We snakes do not concern ourselves with the passing of time."
"So you would not know how old you are either?"
"I would not." Nagini slithered away from the window, adding after some thought, "older than my Master by far, I was a full-grown snake by the time I met him as a hatchling."
It wasn't saying much, considering snakes' perspective of growth could be unmatched to that of a human. And hatchling was a broad term, she still viewed Harry as such.
"So when exactly did you meet your Master?"
"I am not as good in exact numbers but let us see… he was not at Hogwarts yet, and he was around this tall." Nagini lifted herself up showing about a meter of height. Imagining the Dark Lord as such a small boy was almost surreal after reading all those books about fearful You-Know-Who. Harry guessed he should have been at least five when he first met Nagini.
"What was he like back then?"
Nagini drew closer curling her large body around Harry and placing herself on his lap, the best spot for Harry to stroke her scales. Harry responded to her silent request without a second thought rubbing her head gently. Nagini relaxed, happy to talk about her Master, the gloomy energy subsiding.
"He was very kind and polite. He took a liking to me immediately, very eager to discover that he could talk to me. He was very nice but strangely alone. His peers all feared him for no other reason than he seemed different. Well, he was different indeed, far above those filthy muggles that surrounded him."
"Muggles?" Harry stopped stroking the scales, perplexed, "They were his peers? What about his family?"
"He did not have one." Nagini lightly bit Harry's hand with the tip of her fang, urging him to continue the stroking. "He was in a place for orphaned children none of which came close to my Master in terms of strength or intellect. And of course, none of them had the power of magic."
"So were you the one who told him about magic too?" Harry shook his head in amusement at Nagini's show of affection, obliging to her request once more.
"I was. In some respect, you do remind me of my Master but he was capable of doing magic consciously even before I told him about it. What I did was just confirming that he is someone special, but he knew it all along."
Harry listened to Nagini with awe as she kept telling stories about her young Master, completely relaxed now. The image of a small kid who already stood powerful among others and achieved more than Harry yet, intrigued him. The fact that the Dark Lord grew up in similar circumstances as Harry and was able to stand up for himself was also oddly satisfying. While Harry wouldn't wish anyone to experience the same childhood he understood what Voldemort might have felt back then. Harry knew all too well how these things can make you stronger.
"I am glad he met you and was not all alone after all." Just like Harry was glad for himself too. He couldn't imagine his life without a companion like Nagini now. For all the things she revealed and taught he was immensely grateful.
Harry closed his eyes, the now cheerful voice of Nagini soothing him as much as the warmth of the fireplace. It was clear more than anything how much Nagini adored her Master. A small smile tugged on Harry's lips. Even scary You-Know-Who had someone who cared about him so much. What the admiration of the whole world could possibly mean compared to this? That admiration for The Boy Who Lived was meaningless to Harry compared to just a single snake's support. It was no good striving to please the world, that's what Harry was determined to never do just like he once abandoned the idea of pleasing Dursleys. People's opinions could change so quickly after all, there was no point in betraying your own way of thinking just for the sake of others.
Half a year passed in a similar manner. Harry studied, making progress in focusing on his magic with Nagini's help, also trying Occlumency and Potions. Once he acquired the necessary tools and ingredients, he managed to make a couple of simple potions from the first-grade book. It took him several attempts but once he delved into a more detailed book for beginners, discovering different ways to chop and prepare ingredients, things went much easier.
Occlumency was on a more obscure side and it took him longer to go through a single chapter because he couldn't progress without perfecting certain practical steps first. Slowly but surely he made progress and was able to conduct a simple shield already. There was also a downside of learning on his own without any help from a skilled Legilimens as the book suggested, so Harry couldn't really track how good his progress was, but he still could see the difference in his mind with and without the shields, it became much easier to control his emotions too. If before he sometimes still had pangs of anger or irritation now they got quickly absorbed in his mind without making themselves as noticeable.
It was the middle of summer and a week before Harry's birthday when a large owl pecking at the window interrupted his routine.
Allowing the owl inside Harry looked at the envelope she brought as if not believing it was actually in his hands at last. The past year was already marked with changes when he managed to take a step in gaining control over his own life. The Hogwarts letter only added up to all the possibilities he could explore as well as responsibilities of staying true to himself among all the expectations his name brought upon him.
Quickly writing down an answer of acceptance Harry tied the letter to the expecting owl and watched as it soared through the clouds making Harry think of his own life soon taking a turn through the new skies.