Chapter 7: The Warehouse

Harry saw the big gloomy warehouse. Wondering where he could have possibly placed the Emy stone. He focused on the picture of the Emy stone in his mind's eye and could see flashes of an uncovered cot, a loose floorboard underneath it, and the Emy stone.

Harry run inside the warehouse, not heeding any of the dangers that he might face inside. He was only intent on finding his Emy stone and having it again beside him. He saw the cot, crawled underneath it, and saw the loose floorboard. In his haste to loosen the floorboard, the nails on the loose floorboard pierced Harry's hands. But Harry didn't care, he wanted his Emy stone.

Finally he loosened the floorboard. Dug up the earth underneath it, and unraveled a beautiful golden necklace with a small emerald pendant. He quickly clasped the necklace around his neck, and sighed a relieved sigh, glad that his Emy stone was still with him, despite the now feminine appearance. The necklace was gold and delicate and pendant shaped so enchanting, that nobody could deny that the necklace was beautiful. Great now, he was bloody pretty faced girly looking kid with a gold delicate necklace that would just confirm how pansy he was. He definitely liked his alteration with the Emy stone better, with the silver MANLY box pendant, and simple black string. This bloody girly necklace was making bloody more look alike to a bloody ninny girly faced kid. Still, it was still his Emy stone. He had no choice but to wear it. For he would not allow anyone to touch it without his permission. When Harry found out that Sam had taken it without his permission. He got so angry until he saw that the Emy stone was safe. He liked the fact that it was now a necklace but it looked girly. Having no choice, as he wasn't allowing it to leave his possession ever again. He clasped the necklace around his neck, and clutched onto the Emy stone for awhile commiserating himself for almost losing it.

After comforting and congratulating himself for finally having the Emy stone, Harry crawled out under the uncovered cot. Harry was now outside instead of underneath the cot, but before he started getting up and away from the creepy warehouse. He saw the cot.

He stared at the cot. Feelings of cold and dread started from inside him. He was shivering in a seated position backing away from the cot. The feelings of cold and dread was becoming overwhelming. He was now literally shivering from the cold and the dread. Oh no. No No NO NO.

Something was happening. He felt the cusps of a nightmare coming through. What the hell is happening. Why am I scared at looking at a simple harmless cot? Then flashes of memory suddenly started ramming into his mind. The speed and intensity of the memory took Harry so hard that he collapsed and became unconscious under the strain.

Behind Harry's closed eyes, the nightmares of his recent past continued…

Flashback

Harry Lillian Potter was happily saying goodbye to his muggle primary classmate Teo.

"Bye Teo. See you tomorrow. Remember your promise that you would go with me to explore the creek behind the school, okay? Bye bye."

"Bye Harry. Don't worry! We'll go together. I think Stef and Lucy will be coming with us."

"Whatever, as long as you promise to go with me tomorrow. Bye" With a last wave to Harry's muggle best friend he skipped on his way to his home, conveniently forgetting that he was supposed to wait for John and Ry to pick him up. Harry wasn't going to wait for another hour for the twins, he could just as easily walk by himself on his own. Thank you very much.

He was now officially eleven years-old. Never mind the fact that he was actually ten years-old. He completely believed on the Chinese tradition, that on any child's birth, it was also officially his 1st birthday making the baby a one-year-old upon birth. Yes, Harry was eleven years old. He didn't care that no one believed and acknowledged that he was actually eleven. He considered himself to be eleven. He didn't care one bit that his parents, brothers, uncles and aunties and everyone he knew, kept saying that he was ten. Never mind that the Ministry of Magic and the British muggle government registered him as an ten-year-old. Or that the Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry forgot to send his acceptance letter, even though he knew the fact that he was listed as one of the future students of Hogwarts upon his birth. The letter was just late and Rude.

Harry will always and forever will be a year older no matter what the others say. HMMPH!!!!

As Harry was still a little child, no matter that he himself otherwise thought so, Harry's fickle mind childishly jumped to another thought as kids were known and loath to do. Harry was thinking of how the creek would be one his awesome adventures. Tomorrow would be a great day. Yup! I can't wait for tomorrow. I'm gonna tell Snuffles in secret about this when I get home, so he could come with after school.

As Harry was skipping merrily on his way home, with his uniform with various smudging of mud and dirt as he trotted and sloshed on his way; and with his wavy red locks twisting with small fallen twigs and fallen leaves out of the trees that he started to squeeze into, over, underneath, beside, and every which way; He saw a yellow butterfly with some black polka dots on its wings.

OOOOHHH. A butterfly! And its yellow! I love yellow. Look it's flying under the tree over to the right side. To follow or not to follow. Okay. I'll just tell mom, that I walked slow, really slow so she wouldn't suspect that I took the longer way. Yey!!! Butterflty!! Follow the yellow polka dotted butterfly Harry!

Absorbed in Harry's new game, he took the longer round onto the way from home. The yellow butterfly led him into a beautiful garden. He had to climb some gates and fences to not loose sight of where the butterfly was going, but it was fun.

An adventure!!!! I'm going to tell Teo about this tomorrow, he would be so envious. Ehehehe.

Harry was now sitting on a white painted steel bench under a mango grove completely forgetting about the yellow butterfly. Harry was now satisfied on sitting under the tree. The tree was friendly and it had yellow fruits growing on it.

As dusk settled, Harry realized that it was already 6:30pm upon looking at his watch, and the school let us out on exactly 3pm. Uh Oh. Harry's parents would be mad. He had better get home quick and somehow sneak inside. Yup.

With this decision, onto Harry's next mission! Harry stood, said goodbye to the mango grove, and climbed the respective gates and fences he had climbed earlier. He was going back on the correct and easier way to home. When a brilliant idea stuck Harry.

Since, Harry's parents would be mad anyways, Why not milk the opportunity now? He would take another longer but a known root albeit really longer route on the way to his house. Harry went around again, skipping his way to another great adventure.

Harry saw the darkening sky, and thought that this only added to the thrill of the adventure. Unfortunately nothing happened on the way, sure he got to see more older trees, but nothing really happened. It was boring for one little adventurer known as Harry Lillian Potter.

In the longer route, he would briefly cross a muggle street on to his way home that he wouldn't normally pass on the regular normal shorter route. Harry was watching the walk light turn green and went with the masses that crossed the busy muggle street.

As Harry was finally across the street, he was on his way home, when he saw a man drop something onto the side street. The man didn't notice that he dropped something. So ever the helpful Harry that his mother taught him to be, he quickly picked a blue Lego block and hurried after the man.

"MIster! Mister! Hey Sir! Wait Please!" Harry was running after the man holding the blue lego out to hand to the man.

Finally the man noticed some child's voice shouting and calling for his attention.

"Hey Mister!" Harry grinned endearingly with rosy red cheeks and a lock of wavy red hair falling across his eyes. Harry quickly brushed the fallen lock out of his lily white flushing face.

This child is beautiful, thought the man and smiled at Harry.

"Mister Sir. You dropped you're Lego! I got it! Here! Do you have a yellow one with you too?" Harry asked eagerly while handing out the blue Lego to the man.

Now, Harry was grown into a traditional family with traditional views on not talking to any strangers. But as usual when Harry was excited and on an adventure, everything flew out the window.

"Cus I like yellow the best!" Harry proudly proclaimed.

The man stared at Harry, remembering his son that disappeared a year ago saying exactly the same things at exactly the same way. He looked at Harry again and saw that if his son was with him now, he would be exactly the age of Harry.

He knew that his son had black hair, and this child had obviously red hair; but his dead wife had red hair. So it was possible that his son Lawrence's hair would eventually become red as the years go by. He disregarded the fact that Harry looked nothing like his son, excusing it to the reason that Lawrence had grown and somehow matured from his more childish features. Lawrence acted like this. Very cheerful, friendly and helpful. His Lawrence was a kind beautiful child just like the child in front of him.

Convinced, that this was his Lawrence. The man replied with a kind smile, accepted the blue Lego, lingering on holding the soft little hands of his Lawrence, and said, "Thank you son." (and the man meant it in the most literal way. You know, the way he said . Rolls eyes.)

"I have the yellow one at home. Can you come with me to my home, so I could give it you for thank you for the blue one?"

The man put the blue Lego back in his pocket, and held out a hand for the child to hold.

Harry grinned widely. "A yellow one! Okay!" Harry held onto the hand of the man, never expecting that his nightmares had just begun.

End of chapter 7.

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