Chapter 2:
Harry woke up thinking how he had never slept on such a comfortable bed before. He blinked his eyes, wincing as the fluorescent lights hurt his eyes with their brightness. The boy felt a fairly heavy weight on his lap and looked down to see what it was.
Harry was shocked to see someone's head. He (Harry was pretty sure it was a he anyways) was pale, with curly black hair, and looked much older than he was, but younger than Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia. The man wore a suit, kind of like the one Uncle Vernon wore to work, but it was much nicer. And- what was THAT?
He had the strangest thing ever on the side of his face. It was very, very dark black, and it looked like the plant that crawled along the drainage pipe. But instead of crawling down a white tube, it made its path from his temple all the way down to his chin. The thing (he didn't know what to call it) was scary, but pretty in its own way.
Harry tried to wiggle out of his spot, but he was pretty tiny for his age, and the man had a pretty big head. Then the urge to go the bathroom had overcome him. He really, really needed to leave. Finally, he succeeded by pushing his legs up with as much strength as he had and quickly tumbling out of the bed. Tip toeing, Harry left to go find the little boy's room.
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Harry strolled back into his room, feeling refreshed. Wherever he was, the place was huge! As he stepped back into the room he was in (he was really proud that he could read the numbers- 413!), his eyes widened when saw the mystery man in a panic. The man was literally tearing the room apart. Chairs were flying, books soared, and the shelves were destroyed.
The man turned around, eyes widening when he saw Harry. They both stood still for a few silent. It was very strange for him, especially when the man started to cry. Did he do something wrong? He then fell down on his knees, crushing Harry in a big bear hug. There were even more tears now, and he could hear the man whispering his name over ad over again. It sounded like Aunt Petunia's nightly prayer. Still, why was he crying and hugging him? He barely knew the man!
When the man had stopped crying, he stood up and patted down the new wrinkles in his clothes. "Sorry about that. I got a little carried away." The man kept sniffling, although not as much.
"It's okay." Harry croaked out. He was almost about to cry too!
The other man smiled at him. "You're very polite Harry."
Harry became embarrassed at the praise. "Thank you, sir. But who are you? Are you a friend of Uncle Vernon?"
The man chuckled. "I forget sometimes that you haven't met me before. My name is Lucas. Well, how do I put this? That teleportation device- it was supposed to bring you to me. I'm your legal guardian."
With a certain elderly wizard
Dumbledore Apparated onto Privet Drive with a small pop. He briskly walked down the street until he was in front of the second house on the right.
"I've no bloody idea why Muggles enjoy houses like these," he thought to himself. The wizard hadn't even knocked on the white oak door, when it was opened violently by a red-faced walrus. As soon as he caught sight of the magenta robes and clashing turquoise hat, his face purpled in rage.
"WE JUST GOT RID OF THE OTHER ONE! CAN'T YOU FREAKS JUST LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE?" Vernon spat out every word. He didn't yell, fearing that his neighbors would try and see what was happening.
Dumbledore raise an eyebrow at the man's belligerent behavior. Perhaps it wasn't the wisest decision in the world to leave young Harry here. Vernon, becoming ever paranoid, grabbed the elderly wizard by the wrist and dragged him inside.
"What the hell is this about? If you're looking for the boy, he's long gone. Good riddance I say." Dumbledore pressed his lips into a thin line, doing his best not to say something cruel enough to make Vernon burst into tears and cry for his mommy. He had other things on his mind, namely where Harry could be. It wasn't as though he had someone to run to. The Dursley's treatment made sure of that. So where was he? The elder wizard had already tried tracing the boy's magical signature, but it had led him to somewhere out in the Himalayans.
Now as he stared at the obese Muggle before him, guilt resonated within him. He knew of the tension between Petunia and Lily, but he had not known the degree of Vernon's hatred. He only wanted Harry to feel alienated, so when he came to Hogwarts, he could assume the role of the mentor.
He was almost about to summon a bottle of his finest firewhiskey, but then stopped. Vernon didn't deserve any privileges whatsoever.
His last though before apparating away? What have I done?
Please excuse the quality of this chapter's former version. Yes, I was on a flight home when I wrote it but I may or may not have been under the influence of... something. Music can only do so much to drown out arguing parents.
Anyways, I also apologize for the late update. The past year has not been to kind to me, let's just say. I had to resort to drinking on a fucking flight. Whatever, hope you enjoy this edited chapter and chapter TRES.
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