Title: The Most Dangerous Teddy Bear
Rating: M
Warnings: Child abuse, eventual male on male, swearing, angst, major fluff, hilarity
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is a stuffed Voldemort toy that I made which inspired this fanfiction story.
Summary: All Tom wanted was someone to call an equal. All Harry wanted was a real friend. Both got what they wanted but not how they expected
AN: Thank you for all the lovely reviews! Again, I'm going to do my best with updating this but at this point, I can't really promise much.
Bluby: Hahah, actually no. I'm one of those people who get random bursts of creativity when I'm bored. So one day when I was grounded, I decided to just make myself a Voldemort stuffed toy. There's a picture in my profile's bio if you care, haha.
Sweetjellies: …Hehehhehe…
And here (http: / / r13gk) is some lovely fan art by bnkn62 on tumblr. Check out the blog~ :D
"Normal speech"
'Thoughts'
"Parsletongue"
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Harry kept his eyes tightly shut as if it would relieve him of the pain of his uncle dragging him along by the ear. His voice cracked a little when he spoke but it was clear how desperate he was to get the huge man away from him. "I swear I don't know! One second the glass was there and the next it was gone! It was like magic!"
For some reason, that last word set Vernon's temper on a whole new level. Harry was only glad that they were already right by his little cupboard. He wasn't sure how much more his poor ear could take. If Vernon would be tugging at his ear for much longer, Harry was sure that it would rip off.
"There is no such thing as magic!" Never before had the almost-eleven-year-old seen or heard the man so angry before. It frightened the boy a lot.
When the small boy got thrown into his cupboard, he expected his back to collide with the cold wood. Honestly, from the number of times that he was shoved in there, he was surprised that the wall hadn't given way by then. He braced himself for the impact and hoped that he didn't get a bruise. With Vernon being so furious, he knew that the men would use even more force. Instead, he felt something cushioning him. It wasn't much help because he could still feel a sharp sting that ran through his body but it was better than nothing. Had whatever the object was not been there, it was without a doubt that Harry would be in more pain.
He sat immobile in that spot to gather himself and did his best not to cry. From all the years of being missed treated by the Dursleys, he knew that what they were doing was wrong. He wasn't going to report them because he honestly believed that everyone would think that he was lying despite all his bruises. Besides, he couldn't let them win. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction that he had given up. He wasn't going to cry.
Bringing his knees up to his chin, Harry sat there crawled up into a little ball, thinking about what had just happened. It was Dudley Dursley's birthday and he had been forced to tag along with the family and Dudley's friend, Piers Polkiss. The feeling of dislike was mutual between the two. Piers didn't like Harry because his best mate didn't like the runt. Harry didn't like Piers because he seemed really stupid for following Dudley around and bowed down to the boy's every command.
Harry had been glad when he was finally able to separate himself from the group. He didn't even want to be there in the first place. But of course, the Dursleys didn't trust Harry to be able to behave himself for a couple of hours.
When Harry had caught sight of a rather large but beautiful snake on display, he had no idea what sort of trouble that would get him into. At first, he was surprised when he was able to understand when the snake spoke to him. But on hindsight, it was rather typical. Harry wasn't called a freak for nothing. The conversation he and the snake had was very pleasant. In fact, it was first interesting conversation he had ever had in his life.
Leave it to Dudley and his little friend to ruin everything. Piers thought it would funny to announce that Harry was hissing at a snake (which Harry thought was ridiculous; he and the snake were speaking in English!). Next thing he knew, the glass that confined the python disappeared, Dudley and Piers were in place of the snake, and everyone else in the zoo was screeching about a loose snake.
Harry was scared and felt helpless while just sitting there. Lately, Harry had been able to do weird things and he had no control over them. It was like that one time when Aunt Petunia sheared off all of his messy black hair only to look untouched the next morning. It was even worse when a stranger with peculiar clothing bowed to him saying how much of a pleasure it was to meet the 'Great Harry Potter'.
Could people tell that he was different? Was that man just mocking him? Harry hated not knowing what was going on.
He didn't know how long he sat there for, worrying about what would happen to him and what have already transpired. Eventually, his thoughts wore him down and he realized that he wanted to sleep. Maybe this was all some sort of bad dream and he would wake up to a completely normal day.
At the back of his mind, he wished that he would wake up to two smiling adults that he looked like. He wanted to wake up to see his parents. Rationality trounced on that thought and Harry knew that obviously wouldn't happen. It was like when he wished for his little bear friend to come back to him five years before.
Even though he was turning eleven soon and stuffed toys were for babies, Harry couldn't stop himself from wishing that the red eyed bear would come back. It was lonely as ever. It didn't matter to the boy that the bear was inanimate and did not appear to be a living being, Blinker made him feel like someone was there with him.
When Harry shifted his position to lie down on his mattress, he was reminded that something had softened his collision with the wall. It was then when he realized that during the entire time he was sitting on a soft lump.
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When Tom woke up the next morning, he realized that his wand hadn't made any sort of noise to alarm him. He had cast an awakening charm so that he would have extra time in the library before breakfast. The faster he found out what was going on with him, the better. But the boy realized that he had woken up on his own which only meant that he had either gotten up too early or the charm didn't work.
To him, neither was likely. The prefect hated mornings so he doubted that he would even stir at that time of day. It wasn't like him to fail at casting such a simple spell either.
Frowning, Tom opened his eyes. It was so dark in the room he was in he had momentarily believed that his eyelids were still shut. But a crack underneath the door that wasn't too far away gave way to a little ounce of light. It wasn't much but he had gathered that he was what seemed to be a cupboard.
It felt as if Tom's eyes widened comically with realization.
No.
Hastily, he tried to get up or at least flap his arms about. He couldn't move. He tried everything from screaming out for help, kicking in frustration (and then he realized he couldn't), and wiggling his toes. Nothing happened.
'You have got to be kidding me.' Tom wished that he had a little more light. He needed to be able to confirm that he was a teddy bear again.
Calming down, Tom took mental notes for when he would be able to get back to Hogwarts. Was this going to happen every time he was going to sleep? It didn't make sense though. When he was a bear for the first time, he had fallen asleep with the boy and has still remained a bear the next morning.
"I swear I don't know! One second the glass was there and the next it was gone! It was like magic!" a voice interrupted his train of thought.
It sounded like the boy he had been with before but it seemed slightly deeper. It was hard to tell since he was yelling.
Even when he was confined in a separate room, it was obvious that the boy was struggling away from someone else's grasp.
"There's no such thing as magic!" Another familiar voice roared. It was the uncle, Tom remembered.
'Ignorant Muggle.' Tom thought to himself.
The tiny door opened for just a second. He saw a very large, round man at first. Inwardly, Tom couldn't help but smirk for guess that aspect right when he was deciding how the family from the outside looked like. Next thing he knew, a body was being flung in his direction just like the first time he was a bear.
'Ooof!'
Surprisingly, it didn't hurt when the body collided with him. However, that didn't stop the feeling of annoyance that was bubbling up in him.
He heard a bit of sniffling and knew that the boy was crying. Tom came to realize that he didn't even know the name of the green-eyed child. Whenever 'Petunia' and her lot called for him, they stuck with 'freak' or 'boy'. Did he not have a name? With the kid being treated in such a way, it wouldn't be surprising if the family hadn't even spared him with a name to be acknowledged by.
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Tom soon got frustrated with the boy that was still sitting on him. He had tried to keep his patience intact because he knew that it was inevitable that they boy would mope after being abused but it had been hours since the child had moved. Occasionally, he would shift his weight which only added to Tom's discomfort.
'Stupid boy,' Tom had growled at one point even though he knew he wouldn't be heard. 'Can he not feel that he is sitting on something?'
Perhaps the boy was comfortable. That, however, did not give him permission to sit on Lord Voldemort. If only the child knew what Tom would become, surely he wouldn't dare sit on a Dark Lord. It wasn't long before Tom began to reveal in the power that he would soon acquire when he would be older. To an outsider, he may have seemed like a wide-eyed child dreaming of a future job.
He was so caught up in his plans for the future that he didn't realize that the black haired boy had finally gotten off of him. Suddenly, a single light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling of the small little cupboard turned on. He was face-to-face with an older version of the person he had met the other night.
Not much had changed, it seemed. He still had large, vibrant green eyes that didn't look natural. Also, his hair was messy as ever. The only difference was he looked like he was eight or nine. Tom knew better though. With the child being abused, it was likely that he was malnourished as well. Though, the kid could be no older than ten or eleven.
"Blinker?" Hands came to Tom's sides and he almost bothered with telling the child to unhand him.
'Excuse me?' He couldn't stop himself. Then he realized that the boy was going to give him a name before he had disappeared to go do his chores. 'Well, it's better than something petty like Fluffy.'
"You're back!" Next thing he knew, Tom was being squished against the boy's chest. Again, he considered telling the boy to get off of him but it would have been pointless since he wouldn't be heard.
Eventually, the boy had turned off the light while the boy kept a tight grasp on him as if Tom would disappear again. Tom had no other choice but the stay in the child's arms while the other started to ramble on about what had happened the past few years. Tom found out that when he had last been a bear, Harry was five years old but he was listening to a ten year old Harry. The fat man was named Vernon and Dudley was the spawn, Tom learned even if he couldn't have cared less. But he listened because in the back of his mind, he knew how the boy felt. He knew how much the boy just wanted someone to understand. Tom just couldn't admit to himself that he actually was able to relate to someone else. After being a long for so long, he was used to him being the different one.
"My name's Harry, by the way. Harry Potter." Potter? The boy couldn't possibly be one of the Potters. They were an old line of purebloods. From what Vernon had said before, Harry had to be a muggle as well. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense.
After the mention of Harry's last name, Tom was actually interested. For all intents and purposes, he refused to admit that he was actually intrigued with what the boy was saying about himself. No. Tom had to find out if Harry truly was one of the Potters. Of course.
Harry went on about himself this time instead of his relatives. Apparently his parents had died in a car accident and were completely worthless, according to Petunia. Harry didn't believe her. Somehow, he had a gut feeling that his parents were special just like him.
Soon, Tom started to listen even closer when Harry began to speak about the strange things that were happening to him. How when Dudley was chasing him at school, he somehow had been able to jump on top of a roof to avoid getting beaten. Then Tom came to realize that Harry was a wizard. His mother must have either been a muggle or a muggleborn if he had to be stuck with his muggle aunt and uncle after his parents' deaths.
"Another weird thing happened today, Blinker." Harry began about his day. "It's Dudley's birthdays today so we had gone to the zoo with his friend."
'His friend must be as worthless as him.'
"These weird things always happened underneath people's noses. No one had ever actually seen any of these things happen to me. But today, people must have been able to at least see me talking to that snake."
Tom would have frozen if he hadn't been still already. Talk to a snake? No, that wasn't possible.
"He was lonely and caged up just like me." Harry said sadly.
Was Harry related to him? He remembered when he had first turned into a bear he had thought that he was looking at a younger version of himself. The similarities weren't anything too alarming though. They both had pale skin and black hair. It couldn't be possible that Harry was related to him! He had just killed the rest of his relatives that summer. Was it possible that there were few other than Slytherin's line that could speak parsletongue? He doubted that the Potters would be blessed with the skill. They were all Gryffindors through and through. It was also evident that the mother didn't carry the skill. Looks like Tom had to research another thing.
Tom continued to listen to Harry's story and when the boy said that he had accidently caged up Piers and Dudley, Tom couldn't help but snicker and comment by saying that they deserved it.
Learning that there was a possibility that Harry was a parslemouth, Tom finally acknowledged his... tolerance for the boy. He wouldn't go so much to say that he actually liked Harry. That was ridiculous. Tom didn't like anyone. With his tolerance came a strange sense of protectiveness. When Tom was able to get back to Hogwarts, he was going to set Harry free and perhaps even let the boy serve to him. With their similarities, Tom was sure that Harry felt the same way he did about muggles and would want to rid the world of them too. Perhaps Tom would even let Harry be in his inner circle when he would be old enough.
Tom couldn't help but wonder if he had somehow travelled through time as well. When he had been with Harry the first time, the other boy was five years old. With him on his second visit, Harry was already ten. Who knew how old Harry actually was back in Tom's time.
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All the Dursleys were in a foul mood.
Vernon was furious that the boy had dared to use his freaky powers in public. When he and Petunia married, he thought he knew what he was getting himself into. All Petunia had told him was that her sister wasn't the most stable of people and she was strange down to the bone. He was reluctant at first but he knew that he had nothing to worry about Petunia herself. After all, every family had their own bad egg. Not long after Vernon had met Lily, the girl was whisked away by a boy of her kind and got married. Good riddance.
Little did he know, he would eventually be forced to take in her grotesque son. He especially believed that he had managed to engrave it into Harry's messy little head to never step a foot out of line. Vernon honestly thought that he was such a good person for putting up with the nuisance.
Petunia couldn't believe how much damage her sister's son had caused her socially. All around the neighbourhood were talks of the Dursleys being involved with a python escaping the zoo. It was even worse when she had caught wind of the rumours that weren't so far from the truth about their nephew being the cause of it all. Petunia had believed that when he sister married that Potter fool, she wouldn't have to be involved with all her magical messes. When she was younger, she may have been jealous of her sister for possessing powers and not she but she had grown up. There were much more important things than petty magic.
Dudley was upset at Harry for causing such a stir. Piers had joined on the bandwagon of the Harry hate club but his parents were so stressed out, they weren't focusing on him enough. His mother was so keen on getting the neighbours to think highly of their family again, she was on the phone all the time. She was organizing tea parties and social gatherings. His father on the other hand, didn't care as much as his mother but he was intent on thinking of a suitable punishment for Harry.
What Dudley was most upset about was that he hadn't gotten his 'day after' cake. He always got another cake the day after his birthday!
So the boy had gotten up extra early just so he could torment his cousin for all his wrong doings.
Bounding down the stairs, the round boy made sure to stomp down harshly on every step just as he did the day before. Whether his parents were awake or not, it didn't matter. They wouldn't care anyway.
When he reached the door to the cup, his pudgy eyes were pleased to see that his mother had already unlocked the door. She must have attempted to awaken Harry already. Swinging the door open, Dudley screamed at the top of his lungs.
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'Is there an earth quake?' Tom asked himself when he felt his surroundings shake. Dust and grime were flowing down from the stairs above them.
Tom could feel Harry stirring as well. The boy groaned and put on his glasses.
"WAKEY WAKEY, HARRY!" the cupboard door swing open. A blond, round boy was grinning maliciously at his cousin from the entrance of their little haven. "What is this?"
Without giving a second thought, Dudley had snatched Tom from Harry's hands and examined the bear. Tom did not appreciate the intrusion on his personal space while he hung centimetres away from that troll of a face.
'Let go of me you fat, insolent boy!' Tom tried to thrash around but of course, his attempts held no avail.
"Give him back!" Harry begged. Hearing ruffling behind him, tom figured that Harry was getting up to rescue him. A strange wave of relief ran through Tom.
But instead of being removed from the stubby fingers of Dudley, the blond boy had used his free hand to manoeuvre the smaller boy against the wall. At seeing Harry flinching from the pain of being thrown against the wall once again, Tom's fury heightened.
"You stole one of my teddy bears, didn't you?" Dudley growled.
"I didn't! He's mine!" Harry tried to reach out for Tom but Dudley's hold on his cousin grew tighter.
"What on earth is going on here?" Petunia appeared into the hallway clad in a bright pink robe that covered her night gown.
"He stole one of my teddy bears!" Dudley let go of his cousin but pointed an accusing finger. Tom couldn't help but role his eyes at the spoiled brat.
"I did not! I told you, he's mine!" Harry took advantage of not being restrained and pulled Blinker back to his chest. Tom couldn't help but feel safe within Harry's trembling arms. That didn't settle his desire for putting Dudley in his place, however.
Snarling, Dudley grabbed at Harry's arms, trying to pry the bear away from his cousin. Surprisingly, Harry's grip didn't falter so he began to shake as if that would make the situation any better. When Tom felt a hand at his head, he thought for a second that Dudley just might rip his head off. Would he die from that? But instead, he recognized the feel of the smaller palm and realized that Harry was just protecting him even more.
Tom felt foolish for having to be protected by some ten year old boy.
"Stop it!" Petunia shrieked and stomped toward the two boys. Immediately, Harry pulled himself and Tom even further from his cousin but Dudley was more reluctant. She would have believed her sons story of her sister's boy stealing the bear. However, she didn't recognize the toy and she certainly would have remembered if he son owned a teddy bear with red eyes.
Stopping before the two boys, she crossed her arms and brought herself to her full height. She fully intended to intimidate Harry as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Where did you get that bear, boy?" her tone was dangerous and Harry knew that if he lied there would be consequences.
"I don't know," he flinched and clung onto the bear even tighter when Petunia's frown deepened, "When I was five, he just appeared in my room. He disappeared the next day but he came back yesterday night."
"He's lying! He must have stolen it from my room!" Dudley grasped the bear's ear. Honestly, he didn't care if the bear got damaged even if it was his. Harry seemed to care more for the plushie so it would have made his cousin more distraught if he tore any part of the bear.
Feeling the pinch at his ear, Tom braced himself knowing that there was nothing he could do.
"Let go!" Harry screamed and moved his hand to pry Dudley off of Blinker. He felt a strange surge of power course through him and into the hand that was holding Dudley's.
This time, it was Dudley's turn to scream and flung his hand away from his cousin. Looking down at his fingers, he saw scorch marks where Harry had touched him. The freak had done something to him again! Fearfully, Dudley stepped away from the smaller child but managed to trip himself and landed on his fat bottom.
Petunia's hands had covered her mouth at seeing Harry use his magic once more. She was too afraid to scold the boy. What if he used his magic on her? Paralyzed, she watched him dart back into the cupboard and slammed the door behind him. Idly, she thanked the heavens that Vernon was a deep sleeper. No matter how much she despised the boy, she did not want her husband to interfere just yet. He would only be useful when Harry had calmed down. Otherwise, her husband would get hurt as well.
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Inside the dark cupboard, Tom tried his best to feel irritated that Harry was drenching his fur with soft tears. However, he couldn't help but feel proud that Harry had used his magic to harm his cousin. The git deserved what had come to him. A feeling of gratitude was lingering within Tom as well. Harry did protect him after all. The last thing Tom wanted was for him to die while he remained a bear.
Unlike the children in the orphanage, Harry didn't make much noise while he cried. They would moan and kick their legs around, trying to milk out as much attention as they possibly could. Harry, on the other hand, buried his face into his teddy's head and clung on for dear life. The most noise that emitted from Harry was the occasional sniffle. Tom understood how Harry felt and knew that Harry didn't want anyone to witness his moment of weakness.
Tom actually sympathised with Harry and wanted to comfort the younger boy.
Both were so caught in the moment, neither of them noticed that one of "Blinker's" paws had twitched. Eventually, the movement evolved into soft strokes on Harry's arm.
It wasn't long until the both of them fell asleep.