AN from SonofLuffy: Written by J. R Tancredo.

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Chapter Two: Traveler on the Seas of Fate

It was finally summer time. No more boring school, no more mean school mates. He would still have to see Dudley's Gang from time to time, as he was their favorite target. But it also meant he had a little more freedom, too. Vernon and Petunia did not care where he was during the day as long as he served meals on time, and the house was preserved in pristine condition.

So on a routine day out, Harry decided to walk down to the train yard, as he was rather wont to do. He liked to dream that one day, one of these trains would take him away from these monsters, or even someone would arrive one day and defend him from them.

It was a regular afternoon, sitting on a bench, day-dreaming that this man or that woman was his guardian angel, when he saw a most unusual sight. A mountain of a man, carrying a large, ornately adorned trunk, was walking with a short, skinny man, who appeared to be from the Far East, clad in a suit, overcoat, and very odd, red framed goggles. Harry got a chill up his spine, and he could tell, even that great mountain of a man was also somewhat perturbed by the other man's presence. He watched them till they approached another man, dressed oddly for an Englishman, and even more-so, wearing a turban.

At this point, Harry was so startled he ran away as fast as he could. These three… They were up to no good. But who could he tell? It was best to forget it, and hope they were leaving town.

Five days in a row, now, Harry had woken up before his guardians, and had everything prepared. But, he knew, today seemed different… somehow. He had breakfast set and ready to go, coffee brewed and ready, and as Vernon came downstairs, Harry ran to check the post. He was halfway through sorting it, when he had to double check.

Mr. Harry J Potter

The Bed Chamber in the Cellar

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

That could not be right. No one had ever sent him mail. He looked again. Were his eyes playing tricks on him?

"Bring the mail, boy!" Vernon yelled at him, snatching it away. He began to flip through it, when Harry noticed he was staring at a letter in particular. A look of fear overwhelmed his face.

The following day, as Harry reached the cellar door, he found uncle Vernon already collecting the mail, and tearing up a letter. He saw the same red wax seal on this letter that was on the letter addressed to him the day prior. Harry was confused, but dismissed it.

After breakfast, Harry decided he was going to go for a walk. He considered the train station, but after the previous scare, he reconsidered. Instead he decided to go the recreational park. He sat on one of the swings for a bit, just enjoying the open air; not locked in the basement.

After some time, Dudley came along with his thugly band of bullies. One of them carried a wicked looking stick, and Dudley bellowed is his usual pig-like manner, "Well, well, Potter! I see you forgotten to pay your 'freak tax' for coming to my park!" He laughed, snorting occasionally, as his cohorts piped in insults and cackling like hyenas. As the one baring the stick stepped forward to swing, it turned into a big snake. The boys fell upon themselves, shrieking and howling as they tore out of there, britches soiled. Harry, himself, would have fled, had the stick not immediately turned back to normal. He laughed a little, but looking up, saw the man in the goggles from before, sitting on a bench at the other side of the park. The man was laughing, but even his laugh was sinister.

Harry was afraid, but had a strange desire to find out who this man was. He slowly walked up, and approached the odd man, "Excuse me, Sir. Who are you?" Harry was ever polite, but reserved in his fear.

The man adjusted his goggles, as if to focus them. "Just a fan, Mr. Potter. Just a fan." At which, handing Harry a small tin, he stood up and walked away. Harry looked at the tin for only a moment, but when he looked back up, the man had vanished entirely. Harry placed the tin in his pocket, scared to open it, and returned home.

Later that night, when he returned to bed, Harry produced the small tin from his pocket. His curiosity got the better of him, and lighting a small candle, he opened it. All that was inside was a small chocolate dragon, and underneath, the words

Wu-Draconi Re-Cocoati

He was confused, but it was quite delicious.

Over the course of the next week, more and more letters arrived every day. Uncle Vernon was growing ever more furious with each passing day. He finally reached his breaking point, succumbed to his anger, and fell into a fit. He was rushed to triage by the paramedics, as soon as they were able to arrive.

As Petunia and Harry sat in the lounge directly after the paramedics left the house with Vernon, she turned to him and said, "I have had it. I am trying to have a normal life with my normal family, but my freak sister is still ruining my life. In the morning I am contacting this school and letting them know, if they want you so much, they can keep you, but I refuse to let them jeopardize my family any further."

Harry was quite confused, but when he began to reply, Petunia ordered him to bed.

Ever filial, even to a guardian who openly disdains him, he obeyed, and returned to his bedroom, re-robed for bed, pulled up his blankets and went to sleep.

-end-of-chapter-

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