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'Thinking' I am thinking

"Talking" I am talking

KNOCK KNOCK

"Harry honey it's time to get up, your cousin Dudley is already downstairs waiting for breakfast. You don't want any of that yummy food i made to go to waste do you", the voice intruded in the sleep logged brain.

Harry awoke to light shining through cartoon printed curtains into the smallest bedroom in private drive, his aunt petunia had given him his own bedroom after he got too big to share with Dudley. Harry raced to put his clothes on and get to breakfest as soon as possible, he didnt want his portion to get cold. Eating a piece of toast, harry looked at the date and saw his birthday was tomorrow excited by the oportunity to get a present from his family, he ignored the odd sense of impending danger, had he have noticed it he might have been able to prevent the events that would occur.

"Come on Dudley lets go the park with aun' petun'a, I will push you on the swings if you do the same for me", Harry smiled in the way only a 4 nearly 5 year old could, a look full of innocence and wonder about the world reflected in his face. Petunia looked on and smiled like any parent would, while holding her stomach in a protective embrace. Things where finally looking up for her after the death of her sister, while she wasnt on speaking terms with her at the time she wouldnt hold it against him and would treat him like her own.

"Weee, higher Harry", Harry was having fun pushing his cousin as he knew it would soon be his turn, and he would be soaring through the air too.

They returned to watch as uncle vernon from a day at work. Carrying a briefcase and a newspaper in walked Vernon Dursley, floor manager of Grunnings drills, but more importantly a father of 2 or more correctly his son, a blonde haired child with a slightly chubby look and his nephew a black haired little boy. No matter what time it was he always had time for his children and his wife who was expecting another, and tomorrow it was his Nephew's birthday and they had a surprise waiting for him tomorrow. He was sure Harry would like the present's they had chosen, a soccerball to play with from Dudley, and some books to read from Petunia and himself as well as their little surprise. Tomorrow would bring about a number of surprises.

Harry woke as the early sunrise hit his window, he had been surprised he had even fallen asleep with all the excitement for his big day, as well as that weird foreboding sense that he felt, had only gotten stronger after his sleep, thinking about his birthday party and presents put those thoughts out of his mind though. Harry ran down the stairs still in his pjama's excited for his big day, and the activities they were going to do.

Petunia watched as her nephew/son slid into the kitchen wereing his little pj's and socks on his feet, the excitement easily seen on his face as he saw his aunt and uncle waiting at the table to wish him a Happy Birthday, pancakes waiting with bacon and maple syrup, orange juice and milk all waiting to be eaten by his starving stomach. Sometime during the breakfest Dudley had joined him in devouring the delicious meal, they started to talk about what they were planning on doing during the day. Harry suggesting the zoo, as he had always been interested in animals, before he even knew what was going on they were all piled into the car heading towards London Zoo.

The way home was filled with the adventures of the day, of when the elephants had snorted at them, and the giraffe had eaten all of Dudley's ice cream with its long tongue. However Harry was thinking of all the whispering that was going on in the Reptile house, particularly near the snakes, didnt people know your supposed to be quiet in there. Harry's sense of foreboding returned as they neared the house and being annoyed that it was ruining his good day ignored what it was telling him, it would be the last time he would do so.

Vernon, Petunia, Dudley and Harry entered number 4 Private drive, chatting about inane things such as their thoughts on topics about the day to the neighbours and the government stealing their money. Vernon and Petunia steeling their nerves for a tense conversation with their current youngest son, asked to speak to him privately in the loungeroom.

"Harry you know that you will always be our son, but we would like to formally adopt you. As in your name would be Harry Dursley, not Harry Potter, while it doesnt make any difference to how we feel about you it would just be confirming to the government that you are our son in name and heart" Petunia finished with a nervous smile. Harry was stunned not only were they taking such good care of him but they were offering the only other thing they could give him, their name.

"YES YES YES" Harry screamed as he ran and tackled aunt pe....no, his mother to the ground in a hug, suddenly though the laughs as they celebrated their new son changed into panicked screams as Petunia was suddenly changing before his eyes, her body started to shrink in on itself to appear almost malnourished and her hair, the beautiful red it had been, changed to something of a dirtly blonde, almost a white. Wrinkles started to appear around her mouth and in the corners of her eyes. It was so shocking that he almost missed the face of his new son, his face had turned a pale colour the eyes had turned a darker colour then usual, but little hit pits emerged near the bottom of his nose and Harry hand was on his wife's chest, as he knocked Harry out of the way he noticed the small hole in his palm and the pure pleasure in his eyes for the brief second they were connected. He was scared his new so... no his nephew had done something freakish to his wife and made her look older and malnourished, a prison camp survivor. Harr.. no the freak had done something to his poor beautiful wife, he would deal with his freakishness later.

Harry was confused, his Aunt and Uncle had asked him to be their son, and then he was hugging his new mother, when he felt something just beyond his palm, it was light and airy with a clean taste. It was indescribable, but the closest match was every happy moment in your life condensed into a single taste, he could taste the love she had for him, it filled a whole he had never noticed before. He could feel her feelings towards him and felt the same back, it was a bond of love

and before he knew it, it was snapped, his emotions; the love filling him in the hole in his heart was gone, but the hole remained behind. He was angry that someone had taken away the single happiest moment in his life, that he scarcely noticed his surroundings before he was thrown into the cupboard under the stairs with a loud "YOUR GOING TO STAY IN THERE FREAK" and then blackness as the door was shut behind him. His thoughts were disjointed, 'whats going on', 'where am I?', 'why did father lock me in here?', and more importanty 'why Ydid he take away my happiness?'.

"GET UP BOY AND MAKE OUR BREAKFEST"

It had been 4 years since he was first thrown into the cupboard, and his life and taken on a hellish existence. The locks outside the door jingled and clang'd as they were removed, ever since the first time he was locked in the cupboard there had been at least 3 locks on it at all times. The harsh light shined into the cramped space for the single second before being replaced by an ugly looking mammal of some kind as a giant hand grabbed him by the shirt and he was physically dragged out and shoved in front of a large stove. He could still remember that day quite well

flashback

"Get out here freak" Vernon yelled as he was dragged out by his neck, from inside the cupboard. "Because of you, Petunia had to go to the hospital and may die because of what you did" SMACK "LOOK AT ME YOU LITTLE FREAK" SMACK "YOUR EXACTLY LIKE YOUR DEAD FRAK PARENTS" SMACK "PETUNIA MISCARRIED AND YOU KILLED THE BABY" SMACK "GET INTO YOUR CUPBOARD LITTLE FREAK"

Harry was by this point extremely confused, scared, and bewildered; he didnt know what was going on between being yelled at, his cheek sore and the taste of blood in his mouth. He went to open his mouth to question, to try and understand WHY he was being punished, however between the slow thought processes he was already in the cupboard again before his thoughts caught up to his mouth. A half sob as a tear wound down his cheek and a whisper of why.......

flashback end

He remembered from that day on trying to gain back what he had lost with the Dursley's but he deemed it hopless after the tongue lashing he received after beating Dudley in grades at school, he was allowed to go as it would be 'suspicious' if a 6 year old wasnt in school.

The old Dursley's would never punish him for learning, that was the only thing he was positive on, what he had would never be gained back. But that didnt mean that they had to find out he was learning.

He had taken to hiding in the library during any breaks to escape from Dudley and his little gang, at first he only grabbed books to pretend to be reading as to avoid being banned for the day and at the gang's tender mercy's. After a number of months though he started to try and hide what he was learning after a teacher rang up his Aunt and Uncle to tell them about how he was studying to improve his test scores, that time he had been locked in his cupboard everyday after school for 1 month for the embaressment they received after Dudley's grades were discussed.

If anyone asked or looked to see what he was doing they would see him holding a comic of some kind, the informative books he hid in-between the pages and would learn when his family wanted to retard him.

Though every day his life was a struggle he learned the best he could from the resources he had available, for a 9 year old he could read and write russian and french as well as he was capable of writing english, and speak french haltingly as never having a chance to use the language, it was more of a way he would fantasize about leaving the Dursley's behind. While some may think he was gifted, he was anything but an opportunist at heart. He would wait for the right moment before going ahead with anything, this usually applied to school and his plans when he reached of age, but worked just as well at home where he could usually finish things faster, he didnt letting the Dursely's believe that it was the fastest he was capable of doing, after all 'who likes going a day without food for not finishing his chores on time' he thought in distaste.

A dark haired 10 year old boy was working on the tables, a closed book year 8 maths on the cover. Any person who looked at this would think him a nerd, but in reality he was just a boy with too much time on his hands and the library being the only place he was free to be even remotely himself. The small-ish sized boy hurried to cover the book with a tin-tin comic that he had often re-used when people came by, the spine of the book starting to crack and bend from over bending with some of his thicker texts. Harry pretended to be enthralled in the world of tin-tin as the librarian aproached to make sure he wasn't doing anything untoward her precious books, even though in the last year it became more of a specticle to anyone who may check her on it, after all he had been coming for years now and nothing had happened.

Things where still just as bad at home as usual, although they, his Aunt and Uncle or in his mind, 'the horse and her tub-n-lard'; had seemed tense as the end of the scool year wound down to a close. He was spending all the time he could get at the school library as to attempt to make up for the time lost over the holiday for the advanced subjects he was doing.

Toady was Dudley's birthday and they were going to the Zoo with one of Dudley's friends, while he would stay at Mrs Figgs place. He was pleasently surprised as well as anxious that nothing would go wrong, when he was told that because noone would be able to babysit him, he would be going along with them, and that should any funny business go on he would suffer for it when he got back home. The day started out like any other making a large breakfest for them to eat on Dudley's special day and then afterwards he watched them as Dudley counted out his presents, the potential disaster averted as the number came to 46 and told that afterwards he could have another 3 when they were out. 'Dudley really is spoiled and anal about the birthday presents, it must be equal to the year before or he chucks a tantrum that would cost his parents more presents, pathetic'.

The car trip to the Zoo was tense for Harry as he tried to make himself seem non threatening and remained silent as to not draw attention to something that could seem freakish and worthy of punishment. As they arrived at the Zoo, Harry was told to not be far at any time from the group should they decide they needed to be somewhere else, Harry took it to mean 'if Dudley complained and wanted to leave that they wouldnt have to wait or look for him'. Either way Harry's plan of a Dursley free day was looking slim, but that didnt mean he wouldnt, or couldnt enjoy himself. The animals while interesting to look at didnt do much else in terms of interest, that is until the reptile house after lunch. As Harry arrived into the supposedly silent reptile house, it was full of quiet whisperings, "come little mousy let me eat you" "your going to get it if you come near my heat again" and the more common "If only the glass wasnt here I would bite you and inject my venom into you/suffocate you in my coils". That last one was disturbing as humans didnt have coils or venom, he blocked off that train of thought and tried to interest himself in a boa constrictor that the Dursley's and friend were trying to rile up into doing something besides sleeping.

The conversation between the 2 was different then he could have ever imagined, Talks of his standard day, and how he sleeps in a dark cupboard, though it somehow came out as dark hole. The 2 were beginnning to have a conversation on the summary of their lives as he was shoved out of the way by an excited Dudley and sprained his hand. 'I wish he would get the same happen to him', the last thought in his mind fled as the glass fled in the cage releasing the large boa to roam free and snap at Dudley's heels. They left not longer after that, not willing to stick around and speak to zoo officials about Dudleys actions in the zoo, knocking loudly on windows and rilling up animals to become more amusing fr him.

The car trip home was just as tense for him on the way there, except it was everyone except the 2 boys, suddenly interupting Dudley's tale about a giant 30 foot venomous Taipan snake nearly eating him whole, Dudley's friend Piers spoke about Harry hissing at the snake and it doing the same back. That would spark a night Harry would rather forget as he watched his Uncle's face turning an angry red colour, he knew that tonight would not be pleasant.

Harry was both happy and sad, happy because he would be going to a different high school then Dudley and sad because he could see himself in the uniform that he would have to wear. It consisted of Dudley's old clothes dyed a grey colour, that with the colour and with the extreme baggyness of the clothes would make it look elephant skin, he could picture himself being bullied alot because of it. It was 6 am and time for him to make the Dursley's before they got up, and then a day of chores,

'I wonder how many more times i can do the garden and paint before Dursley starts to rent me out to his friends?', Harry thought as he finished cooking the bacon and was preparing to place it on the table with the rest of the feast, he was hoping he could sneak a couple pieces of bacon away and maybe a piece of toast before they came downstairs.
"Oi Freak, get away from our food", 'damn so close' as Harry was dragged outside and told to hang the clothes and get cleaned up as his appearance was disturbing their meal. As Harry was coming back into the kitchen expecting to start cleaning the dishes and maybe eating some of the scraps, he was surprised to see the Dursley's still sitting there as if waiting for something. "OI FREAK STOP STARING AND GET OUR MAIL", Harry hurriedly left after that and grabbed the mail and checking it as he walked down the hallway back towards the kitchen, dispensing of the mail to their proper recipients Harry sat down and started to read his, a thick and heavy paper written in green ink, it even had an old stamp on the back with a shield and 4 animals on it, the front having his place of residence right down to the cupboard under the stairs. He lifted the end of the letter and cracked open the seal and was just preparing to read it, when it was ripped out of his hand by and a suspicious Dudley that the freak had a letter. He immediatly complained to Uncle Vernon that he had a letter, where the letter was taken just as fast from Dudley as it was from Harry. As both the boys tried to grab the letter and read it, Vernon fed up with the interuptions threw Harry into the hallway and pushed Dudley out and locked the door. As they listened through the door they could make out some bits of the conversation,

".....he's around that age that they go there....."

".....it's even got the cupboard on it....."

".....are they watching us? Do you think......"

As Harry attempted to hear more he heard a ripping noise, the door was wretched open and he got a glimpse of Uncle Vernon tearing the letter into tiny pieces. Frustrated that the letter to himself was torn apart he didnt watch his hands as he tried to steal the torn pieces to put them back together and was rewarded with cleaning up Dudley's second bedroom before being told he was to move his stuff into there, and stay there for the rest of the day.

The last week had been hectic as he constantly tried to get a letter to read as the volume of the letters reached epic proportions as hundreds of letters arrived, in the eggs, the milk, under the blocked doors, and finally arrived en-mass through the fireplace. So Harry found himself on a distant rock someplace, in a shaky little hut for his birthday cold, hungry and miserable. He found the watch on Dudleys fat wrist, 11:55pm he contemplated what was going on, who was trying to contact him, and why if he hadnt read or answered any of the letters would they send that many more. He wondered if they would continue sending more letters or if they would stop and the so called, life on the run from the letters would end.

He looked at the time again, 11:59:55 pm, 'hmm 5 seconds to go, I wonder if I will survive highschool'

4 seconds

'I wonder how I can learn the spoken languages now that I know the written languages fairly well.'

3 seconds

'The legal age of emancipation is 16'

2 seconds

'Another interesting birthday for me, last year was a beating, this year it was running from letters.'

1 second

'hmm, I wish I had my birthday to share with someone'

-12:00am-

BANG

He was shaken wide awake by the noise of something outside.

BANG

Dudley woke with a start wondering where the cannon was.

BANG

The Dursley's ran out of their bedroom in fright, wondering what was trying to get inside.

SMASH

A giant of a man stepped through the remains of the doorway, reaching down he picked up the door and put it back in, turning around the man was easily 7-8 foot tall as well as quite wide as well. "Where's 'arry?" the giant growled.

-End Notes-

Yes, I know that in the beginning of the chapter I was using lowercase letters with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, this signify's a change in their relationship, before practically her son in all but blood, afterwards it changed to more of a domestic servant (yes it also describes his role in the family) with them being addressed in a formal way i.e. uncle vernon is home. Uncle Vernon is home. In the inflection you can almost hear the speech marks around his name (and yes I could have written the speech marks but that ruins the point)

The reason I chose him to be able to read and write French and Russian, is French is the second most popular language in the world and Russian is in my mind a basic stepping stone to Wraith and Goa'uld. ie getting him away from the english alphabet, which i've noticed alot of languages use in Europe. With French it was a toss up between that and German which I personally prefer, (I just like the language better) but, decided something more practical as French can get you places english cant, Africa and the Middle East; and opens up the rest of the world to him later on in the fic.

You may also notice that aside from his major attack of Petunia, there has been no more 'incidents' this has to do with the fact that he still considers himself normal in every sense of the word except by the way his relatives treat him. Dont worry in the next chapter or 2 I plan on him exploring on what these abilities may give him, we already know that wraith are strong physically as well as mentally (picture the wraith queen with mental manipulations). And then we cant forget to try and figure out what a wraith feeds on the age? magic? or perhaps the soul?

The next chapter will deal with him leaving the wizarding world, whether he has been exiled, thrown out, hunted or something else I still have to decide. so stay tuned. It will also answer some of the questions that you have, such as flash backs, and he is a stargate wraith. The need to feed will be answered later but for those curious its more a point of, the more he feeds the more he feels the need to feed. The other questions will be answered in upcoming chapters.

I would also like to apologise for the slow update, my parents decided I needed to become a man and get a job, surprise surprise... monday morning im woken at 6am to get to work by 8 where I walk 8 hours a day packaging car parts for a pittance. Ironic huh, I finally have a decent story line after being jobless for like 6 months and they decide to get me one the moment I start writing :( So ive been able to put in about 30min a night during the week before i got sleep again. So yeah..... expect weekly updates at the least. cheers