AN: I do not own any character's apart from Thomas, Skylar, Lightning, Davie,Jessie, Ashley. Any lyrics used are also not mine and please watch out for any swearing.
Child Called Freak
Glaring at the two red faced children sprawled across the floor,Ron's face was the same colour as his hair, Harry left the room. Dawldling down the hallway Harry found himself in the kitchen. Shaking out a cigerette from the crumpled case Harry sighed,this was stressful,old memories best forgotten were brought to the front of his mind. Harry lite the cigerette with a muggle lighter and took a deep breath inhaling the nicotine.It calmed him after awhile and Harry drifted between thoughts of the girls and this 'Hogwarts' place. It was a bad habit but Harry had many bad habits and if he didn't die one day atleast this would kill him. Closing his eyes Harry tumbled into flashbacks of his past.
Lost in memories Harry didn't realize the three people at the doorway. They were watching the child that grew up too fast. Looking in his eyes you could tell that he had seen things no teenagers of sixteen should. Harry's eyes lost that glazed look his eyes had and his head snapped towards Sirius as he stepped into the room, next Fred and George strolled into the room with large grins on their faces. They sat either side of Harry and swung their arms around each shoulder.
"How are..."
"you our..."
"dear friend..."
"on this..."
"fine evening?"
Unerved by the twins bizzar way of speaking Harry shrugged their arms off his shoulders and sat there with one eyebrow raised. His eyebrow lowered and a flash of amusment flashed through Harry's eyes. Sirius sat there watching Harry intently then his lips quirked upwards in a smile.
"Harry, we've just been told that you have to go home and get overnight clothes"
"Fuck,Fuck,Fuckity, Fuck"
Harry smacked his head aginst the table repeatedly then sat up and grumbled, putting out his ciggerette on the hardwood table. Remus strided in the kitchen, his sharp gaze looked over each person individually
"Who's smokes?"He questioned.
Sirius and the Twins avoided his gaze whilst Harry stared lazily. He lifted up the ciggerette case and shook them at Remus. Remus's eyebrows raised, they lowered and his gaze hardened.
"They'll kill you one day.They addictive too"
"What don't kill us makes us stronger, it's a slow death but it last's much longer"
Harry lit another ciggerette as he walked out the room to the front room. Molly instantly noticed the ciggerette but didn't say anything resolving to corner Harry when he came back about them. Harry reached out with his ringed hand and took a handful of floo powder and flooed to Home Sweet Home. A fist smashed into the side of his face as a welcome.Harry dropped his ciggerette on the ashtray and fought back, he didn't let the pathetic muggle push him around.
When you get a bad foster parent like Thomas you learn some rules.
Never cry out.
No one listens and no one cares.
Cry out in the night and you will be ignored.
Always try and take the easist option.
Never trust anyone.
Protect anyone else from getting hurt.
You're always on your own.
Don't unpack, you never stay long enough.
Don't make yourself a target.
He didn't give up, fighting back and trying to give Sadie,Gracie and Sasha a better life,the life he never had. He would be their saviour but who would be his?
Sadie was only four, she hadn't seen the world yet, she was at Beauxbatons with Sasha and Gracie. Thomas didn't like having to look after her so Harry and the older girls took turns in looking after her, the girls took her to school with them and Harry stayed at home taking Thomas's beatings so that the girls would remain untouched. Michelle was gone, been dead awhile, she'd died when Sadie was born. Thomas blamed the girls but when Harry had arrived a couple years ago it all changed, Harry took the beatings, made the money and gave them everything they needed for school and at home. He forged Thomas's signature so they had permission to stay at school over the holidays.Harry had vowed to protect them, Harry got a couple jobs, the first was down the street at the local school, it had a good pay and Harry could check on Sadie when it was his turn to look after her whilst he was working. The school had merged with a secondary school and now taught from playschool to sixth form.After school Harry stayed and taught an art club for ages four to fourteen. At dinner's he helped the primary school teachers prepare lessons and put up displays. At four 'o' clock Harry then dropped the Sadie at her friends house and went to his second job which was a bartender in the shady area of town, sometimes he brought Sadie with him. Upstairs there was a spare room were Sadie stayed whilst Harry worked. His boss,Tony, was fine with it, he was like a Dad to the girls, Harry's boss's girlfriend sometimes looked after Sadie when Harry worked.
When Harry's shifted ended at seven Harry picked up Sadie and came back to the Bar and stayed upstairs with Tina, the boss's girlfriend. Harry rested for about half an hour then went to his third job.
Thomas was always angry because of his so-called smart mouth. The little ones didn't deserve to be hurt by this monster, this thing.
Thomas flung Harry against the wall, another bruise, another cut.a cut across the chest, six broken ribs;one dangerously close to peircing his lung. A tumble down the stairs, ankle snapped, punch in the stomache and a backhand across the face.Knife in the shoulder, shot with a gun,a kick in the arm feeling it break like a china doll.Whipped across the back with the a belt.Hit by the broken chair leg.
'Great more bloody scars'
A slap in the face, a fist punching, giving Harry more bruises.The word whore, freak and weirdo carved brutally into the tender skin of his back. His torso a patchwork quilt of bruises, grostique colours,lined with cuts, broken bones sticking out of the skin and a puzzle of crisscrossing foot long gashes down his bleeding his life essence onto the now crimson floor.
He was The Child Called Freak
Thomas stared at the broken boy layed on the floor. He grunted and stumbled out the room, crashing into the table and knocking over several vases, smashing them into a million peices. Harry waved his hand into the direction of the peices and they jumped back together. Waving his hand again in the direction of the blood staining the carpet, it disappeared and Harry pulled himself up onto his feet. With another wave of his hand the blood covering himself was gone and another complex glamour was placed over himself after the first fell when Thomas flung him against the far wall.Only the best of the best could tell it was there and he was the best of the best. Harry wandered out the room, glancing around to check eveything was back in place. The kitchen was a mess, bear cans all over the places, rubbish everywhere and the dishes not clean, Harry waved his hand as everything was back where it belonged.The back room, the bedrooms,the parlour,plus the study were all in a similar mess and were all cleaned in the same way; a wave of Harry's hand.
Harry trudged up to his room slouching, when he reached his room he shrunk everything and dumped them in another bottem less pocket that covered his jeans. He then wandered into his sisters room and shrunk everything there because there was no doubt that Thomas wouldn't bother bringing anything with them when he dropped Sadie off at Hogwarts. Harry sauntered downstairs to the fireplace.
"12 Grimmauld place" Harry called out and was once again at the shabby room surrounded by idiots.
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