Drowning – Harry Potter.
"Just, one more thing before I go Prongslet"
Harry faltered and glanced over his shoulder at his Godfather, the man looking strangely majestic sitting astride Buckbeak as he was.
"Those dreams you're having" Sirius began making Harry's eyes widen in shock, having never told anyone about the dreams before, "The ones about drowning? Don't ignore them" he instructed slowly. "They're more important than you could ever know. Tonight, when you have another, don't fight it" he explained making Harry frown, "Let it take you wherever it's going, don't struggle, just let it happen. And breathe, you need to breathe" he added with a shrug.
"How did you know? About the dreams?" Harry asked softly, staring at his Godfather who just shook his head and chuckled.
"James told me about them" Sirius admitted, "He told me about them because he was afraid of what they would mean for you. It's natural Pup, they're supposed to happen and you just need to accept them".
"Okay. Then I guess I won't fight them" Harry promised slowly, willing to trust his Godfather on this after an entire year full of the nightly nightmares, "They won't hurt me will they?" he asked nervously.
"They're only hurting you because you're fighting them" Sirius explained with a small smile, "I trust you to do the right thing, to make the choice. And no matter, whatever choice you do make, I'll be on your side".
"We'll find him" Harry blurted as Sirius turned away from him, "Pettigrew. We'll find him, and you'll be free, we'll be a family again".
"I don't need to be free to be family Harry" Sirius replied simply before kicking Buckbeak's side with a loud 'Hyaa!', the hippogriff freezing and twisting to shoot Sirius an unimpressed look. "Sorry, I've always wanted to do that" his Godfather mumbled sheepishly making Buckbeak huff and break into a run, wings spreading as he took off, vanishing into the clouds rapidly.
Harry's eyes snapped open as the engine to his Uncle's car cut off, Vernon scowling at him over his shoulder as Harry sat up and stretched slowly, purposely taking his time to infuriate his fat Uncle.
"Get your things in the house now Freak" Vernon ordered, heaving his weight out of the car as Harry slid out gracefully by comparison, "And no talking".
Rolling his eyes Harry pulled his trunk out of the boot, having left his owl cage at Hogwarts, not planning on actually needing it as Hedwig took a long flight home, grateful for the last chance to spread her wings. Pulling his trunk after his Uncle, Harry barely had time to step into the house before he was throwing himself to the side to avoid Vernon's fist.
"You might want to shut the door Uncle" Harry pointed out coldly as he made his way back to his feet, "You wouldn't want the neighbours to see this would you?"
"Don't you dare talk back to me Freak" Vernon rumbled as he slammed the front door and locked it with a victorious look on his face as footsteps made Harry glance up the staircase to where Dudley was waiting for a bloodthirsty grin on his face.
"Freak. Original" Harry deadpanned, slowly rolling up his sleeves, "Shall we just get this over and done with now or do you want to wait till after dinner?" he asked innocently.
Vernon's roar was all the answer Harry needed, both him and his Uncle raising their hands at the same time, but unlike his Uncle Harry was standing there with a smirk as his other hand rose up to point at Dudley as well when the mini-whale stepped forward with a scowl on his face. "I'll take that as option A" Harry drawled as he looked between his frozen Uncle and cousin in amusement, both of their faces red, their eyes wide and fearful as they tried and failed to break through grip Harry's power had on them.
"You see Uncle Vernon" Harry began slowly, "Recently I've been having these dreams, and they've been rather wet" he explained, "Now before you begin to panic, you don't need to give the 'You're becoming a man' talk since unlike you both I actually know how to read" he taunted. "No, these dreams involve me drowning which is why they're wet. And after Sirius, that's Sirius Black, the mass murderer? Yeah he's my Godfather, lovely man, great influence" he continued, 'accidentally' forgetting to mention how Sirius was actually innocent, "But after he gave me some advice I accepted the dreams and since then I've found that I've got this neat little power that allows me to do things like this".
Vernon started ranting deep in his throat, Harry watching his Uncle with a bemused look on his face as the fat man's voice sounded more like a growl in the back of his throat instead of actual words.
"Yeah I can't hear you" Harry said simply, "But that's okay, since it's my turn to talk. Do you understand Vermin?" he asked casually, "Blink once for yes" he instructed making his Uncle blink quickly. "Good walrus" Harry taunted lazily, "Now this is what's going to happen around here. You and your obese little progeny are going to pretend I don't exist, which means unfortunately for you, that somebody else is going to do all the chores" he ordered, "You all pretend I don't exist and I'll stay in my room and return the favour. We don't have anything to do with each other and you'll survive the holidays before I leave again. Do you understand?" he asked slowly making his Uncle started rant-rumbling again.
Sighing Harry twisted his hand into a fist making Vernon freeze instantly, his eyes going fearful again as choking noises were pulled from his throat. "Fun fact. The human body is made up of around 60% water, meaning that when I concentrate, just so, I can slowly pull the water from your body and make you drown in it" he spat out darkly as his Uncle spluttered and choked on the water Harry was forcing into his lungs.
Releasing the water back into his Uncle's body Harry smiled innocently, "Now you know what I'm capable of, I'll ask again" he decided politely, "Do, you, understand, me?" he growled out as his Uncle stared at him in horror.
Blink.
"Good boy" Harry drawled as he released his Uncle from his control, "Now go sit down in the living room while I have a little talk with Dudley" he ordered, beginning to turn away only for Vernon to lunge forward instantly, a fist slamming into Harry's jaw.
Letting out a furious snarl Harry lashed out, a hand latching onto his Uncle's face making the fat man's hands freeze around his neck. "Let me go Uncle" Harry ordered coldly as he gestured with one hand, controlling the water in Vernon's body and using it to force his hands away from his throat, "Now. I think we misunderstood each other a little bit don't you?" Harry asked slowly as he used the same technique to back Vernon away from him even further, "Let me explain".
Twisting his hand into a claw, Harry backed his Uncle against the wall, smirking at the man as his Uncle gasped and spluttered through the water building up in his lungs again, "You are drowning, slowly and painfully" he explained for the stupid obese man. "And only one person, me, can stop it" he continued as his Uncle started choking once more, "And this one person, once again me, gave you a very simple order. Wouldn't you say it was within your best interests to follow said order?" he asked pointedly, no longer needing to control the water in his Uncle's body to keep him still.
When Vernon nodded rapidly Harry copied him, "Yeah, it's not rocket science" he agreed, "Even Dudley managed to get it" he pointed out, gesturing over his shoulder at where Dudley was standing frozen on the staircase, Harry's power having long been redirected to focus solely on Vernon. "So my question Uncle Vermin, is why didn't you follow that order?" he asked slowly, his Uncle spluttering and gasping weakly through the water in his lungs, "Do try use proper words Uncle, you're embarrassing me with your caveman speak" Harry taunted.
Dropping his hand Harry watched as his Uncle rolled over and threw up, water pouring out of his mouth as Harry stood and backed away. "Now Uncle, do you understand?" he asked one final time, not willing to give his Uncle another chance.
When his Uncle nodded quickly Harry smirked and moved over to pick up his trunk from where it was still lying next to the door, "I'll be in my room" he informed his Uncle and cousin, the later scrambling out of the way as Harry climbed the stairs and walked past him. Entering his room and throwing his trunk at the base of his bed, Harry threw himself down onto the hard mattress, faltering with a frown, "Well that's going to have to change" he murmured slowly before smirking and tucking his arms underneath his head.
"For once I think I enjoy being me".
DROWNING
Based on DZ2's 'Elemental Harry' challenge. Elemental Harry might be a cliché for fanfiction, but it's a cliché that I kind of like, so I threw together my own one. I doubt it will be my last.
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