AN: Sorry it's late, June sucked for me. July is only a little better so far. I took some liberties with what I wrote here, I haven't actually seen Fantastic Beasts, but I'm not sure Ariana had the Obscurus, to me the description of what she had and is less intense than the visual of the Obscurus implied, so this is what I did with it. I already had this written when I discovered the Obscurus, so hopefully adding it in didn't mess with the flow too much, but the flow of this was kind of choppy anyway, so whatever. I know nothing about accents, so I wrote what I think the spelling of how I imagine Hagrid sounds looks like.

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History Repeated: Harry ends up like Ariana Dumbledore

It was November 2nd, and Petunia Dursley had just found her nephew on her doorstop. With a blanket and a letter. She had the crying child sitting on her dinning room table, while Vernon read the letter. She stared at the baby that had her sister's eyes. Occasionally he would stop crying for just a moment, to look at her with those eyes, before his wailing began again. And then she heard another scream form upstairs, and she rushed out of the room to go check on her Diddydums.

Vernon finished the letter and stared at the bundle that had been foisted onto them. No papers, no stipend, no warning. Vernon glared at the little thing that was going to take up money he could better use for his own family. He didn't know what to do. They had one of those in the house now.

Vernon looked up at the sound of Petunia cooing at Dudley. She was stood in the kitchen doorway, as far from the kitchen table as she could be and still talk to Vernon who stood between her and the boy on their kitchen table.

"So what do we do?" Petunia asked her husband, looking worried as she rocked her quietly fussing son.

"I don't want one in the house, what if he contaminates Dudley" Vernon snapped, furious that they were being forced to raise such an abomination.

Petunia snapped back, quickly, "It doesn't work that way, my sister didn't contaminate me!" She didn't want the boy in the house, but she didn't want Dudley to suffer either. She sighed, "But I will admit I don't want his, his...freakishness in the house either." She sneered toward the boy, and all the things he represented.

Vernon got a nasty, bully's smile on his face. "We can stomp it out of him. He won't do it, or he'll regret it." He nodded his head, his decision made.

Petunia looked at Vernon, at Dudley, and finally at the boy. "Yes," she agreed slowly, "and if we're lucky, it'll stop it all together." She walked out of the kitchen then, to comfort her son on the couch. Vernon went upstairs to get ready for work.

The Dursleys were as far away from both himself and Harry as they could get. Shaking, eyes wild, looking between the two, terrified of both, and not sure which was more dangerous. Harry was sitting in the corner farthest both from the front door and the door to the room the Dursleys had come out of. He looked up at the man who said magic was real, said he was magic, and he thought about the strange things that happened around him. The things the man said were magic. And he though of what his uncle said, and did every time one of those strange things happened.

"There's noting wrong with you a good beating won't fix!" His uncle would say sometimes, when the school called because something would happen. And a beating would follow. Harry thought of the times he was still awake after some of those beatings, and the, "Maybe now you'll learn better than to be so freakish." that would precede his uncle leaving him to his cupboard. Looking up at the large man now, Harry began to realize, those freakish things, his freakishness, it was magic. Magic. And this man was here take Harry to learn more. More...freakishness, and that meant more beatings...Harry's breathing became ragged and short, fast and shallow as he realized this man was here to cause Harry more pain, to make it worse! And then his head hurt, and his chest, and he couldn't breath, and he heard a scream, and he wasn't sure who it was, he couldn't breath, couldn't think, and there was a crashing sound, and more pain, everywhere now, and Harry blacked out.

Hagrid watched as Harry thought about his question, thought about all the accidental magic he had caused over the years. Hagrid's smile was huge and bright, but when Harry's face didn't change to match it, and instead started to change to fear, to terror, his smile drooped. As Harry's breathing became faster and his eyes wider, Hagrid began to worry. And then there was a great pressure, and the sound of creaking wood, one of the Dusrleys screamed. Hagrid turned his head to look at them, and he was suddenly flung away, but it wasn't hard, and he caught himself, as he heard a crash, and when he looked back to Harry's corner, the roof was caved in. And there was little sign of Harry under all the debris.

He panicked, and rushed to the pile, began shifting pieces of wood away from Harry, who was still and quiet under the torn roofing. Hagrid got Harry out, but he still wasn't awake. He checked for and found a pulse, but Harry's breathing was wrong, and Hagrid could see that his head was bleeding. He wrapped that right away, and bent to pick up Harry when he felt his pockets move, he searched through them, and found the little owl, he pulled the parchment and pen from the same pocket and scribbled a quick note

Professor Dumbledore,

Found Harry, he didn't know about magic, when I asked him about anything strange happening around him, he panicked. There was an explosion, the roof caved in, and he's been hurt, taking him to St. Mungo's now, since Poppy ain't at school. Hope you can come, quick.

Hagrid

"Pr'fessor Dumbledore!" Hagrid almost shouted, both in relief and shock.

The Headmaster gave a small, strained smile, "Hagrid, I came as soon as I got your message, what has happened?" He asked his colleague, not at all prepared to see the two persons in the room in St. Mungo's , and terribly upset about the boy on the bed.

Hagrid, shifted to lean toward his mentor, "It's Harry sir! The Dursley's, they hadn't told him about magic, they said it wan't real they did!" He rushed out, distressed as much by what he had learned as much as by what had came after. "When I asked Harry about his accidental magic though, he seemed to panic! And then the roof caved in on him! So I brought him here." Hagrid explained, in a lost, confused voice.

"I see, well, I'll go find a Healer and see what they know about this situation."

A few minutes later, the Healer stood facing the two men in the private room. "We took a reading of his magic, it's wild." The Healer said the last word with emphases. "He's in no state to go to Hogwarts. He'd be a danger to himself and the other students there. Maybe even the staff." The healer sighed, Wild magic was rare, but untreatable, and the loss of potential, especially of this child. It saddened him.

"How did this happen?" Dumbledore asked, talking more to the air and himself than the Healer, although the Healer didn't seem to notice, because he responded anyway.

The Healer cringed, this was the one question that could never be fully answered in cases like this. "You said you told him about magic, and he reacted badly, before the roof caved in on him?" The Healer asked Hagrid.

Hagrid nodded his head, eager to be whatever help he could. "Yes, that's what happened. I think he tried to push me away, but I'm big, so I wasn't hurt." He added, realizing that the shove he felt might mean something now.

The Healer nodded. "Then likely something happened to him that made him fear his magic. Likely, he got hurt because of some accidental magic, and now he associates accidental magic with pain or danger. Because he fears his magic, he can't control it, because he panics, it lashes out when it gets to much. Hurting himself is a result of the association with pain he's made, and hurting others is his magic's attempt to protect him from danger. Wild magic is considered a lesser stage of Obscurus, it's not as dangerous, and it won't manifest physically like Obscurus can, but it has a similar cause an effect." This was as clear an understanding as any healer had of wild magic.

Dumbledore closed his eyes in sorrow. "What now?" He asked the Healer, because he was right. Harry could not go to Hogwarts.

The Healer gave the two men a consoling look, "With his magic in this state there is only one thing we can do. Once we've healed him, we'll move him to the Long Term Ward. If sheltered properly, likely with isolation wards around him, where he will never consciously interact with magic, it shouldn't develop into Obscurus either. We may have to keep him on calming draught to keep him from panicking. We'll have to be very careful of the Healers he interacts with and what they say to him." This was always the worst part of incurable treatments, explaining the results to those left. He was uninspired when Hargird burst into tears and Professor Dumbledore sat heavily in the empty chair, his head bowed. He left them to their grieving.

It was late on the 1st of August. Hagrid had said they hadn't been at home when he had delivered Harry's letter, so he had given them the day to get home. And then he had gone to see the Dursleys, to find out what happened that Harry's magic had become wild, and wasn't it terrifying to know there was a word for what had happened to Ariana, and now Harry. Even more terrifying to learn where were worse states they could have been left in. It was horrible to realize that his family had been right to hide her away.

The visit to the Durlseys, had been disturbing. Apparently they had hated magic enough that they had tired to beat all the magic out of Harry. Only, as those boys that had once hurt Ariana learned, that doesn't really work. All it does is remove control and make the magical even more dangerous. It was almost cathartic to tell the Dursleys that, that had they never harmed Harry, his accidental magic would have been minimal, would have been predictable. To tell them that their violence is what caused the outbursts to be so much worse, to actually be dangerous, especially to them, as Harry's magic tired to defend him. To see in their minds the horror they had felt as Harry's magic became more extreme, and to watch their faces as they realized they had caused it. It almost made up for what they did to Harry. But it couldn't make up for what they had cost the Wizarding World. Especially not with the Prophesy still in play. The Wizarding World, the Wizengamot would demand retribution. They would face a trial, and likely Azkaban. And all Muggle-friendly legislation would be set back decades.

Albus sighed as he walked away from Number 4, Private Drive. He realized now that his choice in the wake of that tragic Halloween had been wrong. If only he had realized then. Minerva was right, I should have never left him there. What have I done? Oh James, Lily, forgive me for what I allowed those monsters to do to your son. And for what that will do to our world.

At the end of a long, hard two days, Albus knew he had only himself to blame. Harry, reduced to the life that all the Dumbledore's had worked so hard to keep Ariana from. The Wizarding World likely to see a rise in Anti-Muggle sentiments, and Muggleborns likely to suffer for it. In the end, he had learned nothing. And all of magical Britain might well fall to Voldemort because of it. He put his head in his hands, and cried.