Title:Foundations to Reality
Rating:M
Pairing:Harry/various
Warnings:yaoi/CHAN/dark harry
Summery:another what if story dark harry
A/N:found out someone actually favorite's me for this little story LOL. Decided to tap my muse with some crack and bullshit another chapter outta my ass... LoL. EH? sorry for any errors I miss-type stuff sometimes and figure if I end up finishing this stuff Ill just go back and spell-check.
Chapter Three - Rain Rain Come again...
Little Harry 's Routine
(1)watch functions (occasion day add-ons 1 through 4)
(2)later clean up after functions
(3)play Dursley's harry games
(4)sleep games off
(5)read till wake-up call comes everyday
(6)cook
(7)go to school
(8)clean everyday
(9)play Dursley games
(10)watch Dursleys
(11)clean up Dursley game messes
(12)lick-wounds and rest
(13)read
(14)practice power...
Harry found rain fascinating in an awkward perspective. When it rained little Harry was always shunted out the door at the crack of dawn without a
by-your-leave. He would walk to the park with the rain carefully sliding off his skin in such a way that if one were to look closely you would think
gravity would be working for him leaving the sidewalk drenched but his clothes merely moist from the air. Having practiced the strange power since
he was four , Little Harry (for Little Harry had indeed not grown even an inch despite the magic food), had grown quite capable with the extent of
his gift.
Careful child that he was with it , Little Harry had used the past two years to content himself with the collage books hidden in the basement
graveyard of items for ways to practice and still look normal to passersby. The texts labeled psychology had certainly made a grave impact leaving
mental pictures of white walls , white coats , and white padded cells imprinted deeply into his Psyche. Little Harry simply knew that the routine
would be disrupted if he ended up there because of carelessness. THAT WAS UNACCEPTABLE.
With a set pace he continued to his destination , new novels hidden safely resting under the damp clothes waiting to be devoured at a safe
enough
distance that the knowledge contained within would no longer be compromised by nosy relatives. The last to be discovered having been burned
at five with his hands serving as a reminder, what with the silvery sheen they'd taken on after the healing three days it had took, when Aunt had
made him hold them over the fire one by one... The park came within site after a good measured twenty minutes and Little Harry veered off behind
a large oak tree to sit comfortably beneath the behemoth.
Relaxing from the ability to get rid of the strain from the power that had coasted along his fragile frame Little Harry settled down with a novel from
Anne Rice. These were a testament to how open minded Little Harry's logic had become since that adventure down the rabbit hole with the first
fantasy novel at four. It had helped when he had stumbled across the torn, stained , and tatted quantum physics book belonging to one Aunt
Petunia's Father... He supposed most would call him his grandfather what with the information he had learned about genetics from his still favorite
bio text , but really now everyone knew freaks didn't have real grandparents unless it was just in title. As a form of respect for the hospitality Aunt
Petunia , and Uncle Vernon gave him he called them by the title. Harry had learned long ago no title first meant weeks recovery in the dark
cupboard beneath the stairs with no food or water.
It just wasn't logical to put ones self in such a position to upset the balance so therefore Little Harry did as expected and could avoid unnecessary
consequences when available opportunities arose. It was just good commonsense to do so Harry knew this as obvious.
Little Harry opened the novel to the marked page with a rust colored splatter carefully circling all the important parts of his research. Little Harry
just knew it would be important to be able to take knowledge anyway possible and had since looked up differing methods as new ways came
about. On accident when wanting very hard to understand a problem at school, he had heard on his way back down the hall from the bathroom
the high-school counselor in the eighth grade classroom speaking about biology dissection, Little Harry had suddenly found him self in a room
pulsating with books tittles which he had yet to cover in his dingy little cupboard. Fascinated with the knowledge in front of him he had gone to
touch them with a determined will to read when the entire room rippled. The ripple caused the entire room of books to fall into him and he had
woken ,after the pain of his head splitting in to two, to the bleached walls of the nurses office.
That night crammed so full of stuff he wrote in blood ,from his newly skinned abdomen, what he had learned was called notations for relevant ,
useful , and pounding information. It had helped to slow the the frantic thoughts now becoming his own into order. Vernon had been furious and in
retaliation for time wasted to pick him up from school had taken once again a pound of flesh as payment. Little Harry reminisced that it had
definitely been fair and allowed him to learn a system that didn't waste the beautiful red spilled on a everyday basis.
Turning the page Harry was glad he came across these books stashed with some adult novels since they had allowed him an idea to control the
mind blend that had become his most valued tool so far. Without he would never have guessed others might be able to view his mind-space...
Because really how logical is it to be able to step inside a mind? Harry didn't want to guess but commonsense dictated that at least he should view
it as a possibility.. The rain continued to fall with a pitter patter against the behemoth oak and Harry drifted into mind-space already archiving the
newest notes deep to his subconscious.
Never forget hard won knowledge was a rule after-all.
When the sun had gone down and the rainfall was slowed to a pitter , Little Harry came out of mind-space and stopped the automated little silvery
hand of his mid-turn on the last page. No sigh released as no feeling of accomplishment existed for the little Fae child. Little Harry trudged back to
the Dursely's after snapping his newly finished book into its nest against his tightly bandaged chest right above the silvery patches on his
abdomen careful not to tear the side of the bandage covering the holes from glass shards he had taken out earlier.
"It wouldn't do to red the book out because he was to careless dismorning with Vernon's coffee and Vernon had to beat ME with the chipping cup
for scalding his tongue with the too hot beverage...", Little Harry whispered to the sky. THE DARK SKY WHISPERED BACK "PITT-ER PITT-ER"...
