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Harry Potter looked out at the bright, blue sky of Privet Drive. He'd been patient. He'd waited a considerable time. After his and Petunia's little heart to heart - or rather, Harry pulling her head from her arse - he'd been treated fairly well compared his first three years living with her.
There was a mutual agreement going on in the house. Harry did the gardening and the dishes as they always provided best results. In return, Petunia was able to preen to the rest of the neighbors that her garden and lawn were the best kept among the community. She'd already won three competitions thanks to Harry taking care of the flora.
Dudley was put on a diet mere days after the discussion and had been forced to take up swimming classes as well as kickboxing. For nearly a year, Dudley was much too tired to bully anyone and his gang had ended up disbanded without their larger than life leader to be the main threat for them.
Primary wasn't so terrible in Harry's opinion.
Dudley wasn't doing any better in class, but health wise he seemed to be better. He'd slimmed down quite a bit and while he was still about two sizes bigger than Harry was, Harry was no longer swimming in the clothing he received that used to be his cousin's.
Petunia at least cared enough about her son to help him, which meant that she couldn't be so terrible of a person. Harry wasn't her child and she wasn't required to pamper or even love him. He didn't need birthdays and holidays celebrated. He may want a little surprise every now and then, but it wasn't needed by the law.
Some children never even got to eat, so the fact that she had dubiously 'taken care' of him for at least three years before the agreement, had been fine enough.
He'd only been hit once and while not exactly starved, he could have been fed more. Though he did know that misbehavior usually got kids sent to their rooms without food. His classmates talked about it constantly.
Not that he was excusing their treatment of him, just that he knew it could have been a lot better, but also a lot worse. Harry satisfied himself with the knowledge that he was the heir to a very wealthy family and whenever he could make it down to Gringotts, his financial situation would be corrected instantly.
No longer would his aunt and uncle have to pay for him. That one thing did annoy him. That Dumbledore just decided to dump a baby on someone's doorstep in the middle of a November night, and not leave one shred of evidence of the child's existence or any way to pay for the child.
Was he seriously that stupid? Terribly rude to do such without asking. And then to threaten the woman!
The reason Petunia had taken his threat of Dumbledore so terribly was because the old codger had dared to threaten her family! There was no wonder the Dursleys had hated him, knowing they didn't want him and couldn't get away from him without damage being done to them in return. Hell, if Harry had been put through the same thing, he'd hate himself as well.
So technically it was all Dumbledore's fault that Harry was treated like a menace to society for those first three years. If he hadn't threatened them, they probably would have left Harry at an orphanage or given him away to foster care or something much more manageable.
From his own knowledge and his visions of the man, Harry had developed a great dislike for Albus Dumbledore and wanted nothing to do with the man. But he was going to be going to Hogwarts and unfortunately the man was the Headmaster there, which left the boy in a tight situation. He did not know the full amount of power that Dumbledore possessed over the whole of Magical Britain and he would have to tread very carefully until he could act.
Harry was only ten for Merlin's sake! He didn't even have any magical training! Just whatever he could manage without a wand and that certainly wouldn't be enough to challenge one of the greatest wizards of the age!
He had to play it close to the chest and figure out exactly how much power Dumbledore hand under his control. Which probably meant a lot of acting on his part.
Harry sighed in frustration because he didn't want to have to play to the old man's specifications, but he may very well have to. Gryffindor.
His parents were Gryffindors so it shouldn't be too bad, but it was just… he didn't like rowdy people and he detested any who felt the need to be braggarts or usurpers. Gryffindor as a House wasn't the problem. From what he knew, mum, dad, Padfoot, Moony, and the traitor had all been in the house. Brave and loyal… except the traitor of course.
Harry had seen that vision of Peter kneeling before Tom and his Harish and whimpering about 'joining the winning cause'. He had even been asked if he was willing to betray his friends and he'd readily agreed, the smarmy git. That was how Harry knew he was a fraud, but his mouth couldn't form the words to express himself correctly, so all he could do was say 'twaitor' really loudly and express his mighty dislike by turning anything he laid his hands on, into a projectile.
Harry didn't want to be in Gryffindor. Both Tom and Harish had been in Slytherin and they were cool.
No one ever said Tom's name though. No one but Harish. Everyone else said 'my lord' or even, 'dark lord'.
It was frustrating because his parents had never talked about the 'war' around him so all he had to rely on was visions.
He didn't even know what the war was for.
But he knew that Tom had come to his home to kill him specifically for some reason and he knew it was important. He had offered to let mum step aside, so it was definitely Harry he was after and Harry had known that if he'd had a tiger on hand, it would have helped, but no one wanted to listen to a 'little tyke'.
Harish had tigers of his own and Harry had realized now that since Tom had watched Harish die so painfully, he must have been lonely. Harry and Harish looked alike and if Harry had a tiger, Tom would have probably second guessed himself. He may have even let Harry live.
From his visions, Harry liked Tom. He liked Harish too. But he was not happy that his parents had to be killed for whatever Tom's special reason was.
If the man were still alive, Harry could question him.
The boy sighed once more.
Thinking of the future was becoming a pain.
Harry smiled at the barn owl that had come to deliver his Hogwarts letter. He accepted the envelope and scribbled his reply on a piece of lined paper. He handed the creature a piece of bacon and filled up a bowl of water for it.
Once the bird had it's fill, it accepted the response and hooted once, before taking flight once again.
"Aunt Petunia, I need you to drop me off at Diagon Alley!"
"Is there a specific time that I should pick you up by?" the woman asked when he stepped out of the car. Her face was pinched in displeasure as she looked up at the dodgy pub she had deposited him at.
"At three would be fine. I should be finished by then."
She gave a stiff nod and pulled away, leaving Harry to draw his breath and courage from an unknown source and go forward. The Leaky Cauldron was dark inside and a small level of smoke hung around the ceiling, from all the magicals who decided that smoking indoors was perfectly alright.
Harry slipped passed the people much bigger than him, keeping his arms close to his body so as not to touch the hag he'd just passed by. While not prejudiced, she smelled strongly of urine and didn't look clean and he had just washed his outfit the night previous. He had at least two more days of wear out of the clothing, if he didn't purchase new clothes today that was. He also didn't wish to go around smelling foul.
He slipped out the back door with ease, already sensing the magic coming from beyond the door. The brick wall was jagged and uneven, but it looked nice and much better than the perfectly straight houses that lined all of Little Whinging.
He raised a magic filled finger and tapped the bricks in the sequence of the magical residue left behind. The brick with the least magic on it first, because the magic had worn off first as it was the first to be touched in the sequence.
The passage opened up and Harry smiled to himself, mentally thanking Harish for his visions.
Beings of all shapes and sizes walked up and down the length of the alley, with the strange buildings over heads seemingly leaning together to block the sunlight from actually entering the alley, and a cobblestone walkway.
Harry walked quickly, because he had to reach the bank first in order to get any of the much needed work accomplished today.
Things were looking up.
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