Espero que les guste mi fanfic de la historia del niño que vivió
¡Que lo disfruten! ;)
Privet Drive was a typical London neighborhood, where nothing abnormal could happen. Especially in number 4, where the Dursleys lived, a couple and their little son Dudley, who was always given everything he asked for and more, since for them he was an angel who deserved the best and they were happy to please him.
What none of their neighbors know is that this family hides a secret, almost everyone believed that only 3 people live in that house, but the truth is that there is another person who started living with them. A child was left at the door several years ago, wrapped in a light blue blanket and with a note. Mr. Dursley flatly refused to accept a child to whom he was not even related but his wife insisted, no one knows what the reasons were but she managed to convince him.
Many years had passed since that night, the baby had grown, although not as much as most of his age since he was quite thin, wore glasses and had messy hair, but what was most striking about his appearance was his appearance. lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. He was always curious about how she got it but the only time he dared to ask his aunt the answer was always the same "In the car accident where your parents died. And don't ask any more questions!"
It was the same answer as always, every time he asked about his parents or what they did, his uncles would challenge him, as if he had said something inappropriate or a bad word. At first she thought that her aunt was hurt by talking about her sister's death, but after a while she understood that she simply did not want to answer her, in fact sometimes she wondered why she lived with them, since they had never shown her any affection, to Unlike his cousin who enjoyed annoying him and causing him harm, but Harry had already learned to ignore his insults, the problem was when his cousin and his gang tried to do their thing, but he already knew how to evade them. He spent almost all his time reading books in the school library or walking through the park where there were almost always adults so none of the bullies bothered him as there were witnesses.
Seeing the children playing with their parents, Harry couldn't help but feel a little sadness and envy since no one had ever played with him, he had no friends at school since his cousin and his gang scared away anyone who approached him and The few moments of peace he had were when his uncles went for a walk and took Dudley with him while Harry spent his time cleaning and tidying the house.
After watching the people leave, he stayed a while longer to watch the sunset until he saw his cousin and Piers, another of his bully friends. "Hey, abnormal. Daydreaming again?"
-What do you want Dudley?-
-Uhh, the nerd has guts, it seems that this kid hasn't been taught good manners. Show him who's boss! - and while Dudley's friend grabbed him from behind, his cousin hit him in the stomach that made Harry lose balance. because of the pain and will remain on the ground.
-How brave to attack someone between two. I remember that when that seventh grade boy Marcus challenged you to a fight, you ran home to cry to your mom so she could talk to the principal.
"Shut up, abnormal!" He yelled at her and when he was about to hit her again, his cousin made a scared face that Harry didn't know and when he turned around he understood the reason for his expression. A snake with black skin and yellow spots, the kind that appears in television documentaries, came out of a bush, getting closer and closer while showing its enormous fangs and its attackers ran away in terror, while Harry sat on the ground without moving. .
-Go ahead, eat me. "I have nothing to lose," he said resignedly.
-Why do you say that?- the reptile hissed and Harry was stunned.
-¿You can talk?-
-Of course I can speak, all living beings can. The extraordinary thing is that you can understand me, I thought Parselmouths had disappeared a long time ago-
-¿Parseltongue?-
-It is the language of snakes. There are only a few magicians who are born with this gift and they usually inherit it from their parents or some ancestor.
-There is no magic, only tricks and illusions like the ones I have seen on television-
-¡Those are cheap muggle tricks! Of course there is magic ¿Didn't your parents teach you anything about that?
-My parents are dead, I live with my uncles and I don't have a good relationship with them ¿And what is "muggle"?-
-It means person without magic, now I understand why you don't know anything about your world. You have an exceptional gift, child, you should not repress your talent but rather polish it until you are the best ¿How old are you?
-I'll be eleven in a few days-
-Perfect, that means that the school has not contacted you-
-¿Is there a magic school?-
-I have heard that there are many in different parts of the world. They will probably write to you from Hogwarts school since it is the closest to where you live.
-Wow, it seems like you know a lot about magic. My uncles won't let me go anyway, they told me I was going to Stonewall High School this year-
-¿Do you think they have a choice? In any case, if you live with muggles, it is likely that they will send someone to look for you so that you can be with other wizards and you can train with them-
-¡Brilliant! I'm dying to start, I hope there are many books in that school-
-I'm sure there are so many that you won't know where to start- He replied and Harry smiled. Something I didn't do often.
-I'm sorry, I didn't ask you what your name is-
-I don't have a name, you can give me one if you want-
-¿How you think about Hestia? I read that it was the name of a Greek Goddess- (the goddess of the bonfire and home)
-As you like, my master-
-¿Master?-
-Those magicians who speak our language have our respect and obedience-
-I...- he said trying to process everything the reptile had just told him -You don't need to call me "master", it's not something I feel comfortable with. You can call me by my name, I'm Harry, Harry Potter-
-It is an honor to serve you, Master Harry-
-I don't want you to be my servant either, but you can be my friend. I never had a friend before-
-You are a peculiar child-
-Well, of course, you said I'm a wizard, that's why I talk to snakes, there must be many wizards or witches who can-
-No, the gift is not very common, like being able to change appearance without the need for a potion or spell. Although the gift of speaking with snakes is something that is not well regarded in magicians-
-¿Why? Being able to talk to snakes is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me, I wish I could understand all animals-
-That's what I meant, you have no prejudices against the unknown. I have seen how those children hurt you and my instinct tells me that you did nothing to deserve that treatment-
-My cousin has always treated me like that. I never knew why he has a thing for me.
-You don't have to continue putting up with that. If you want I can kill them easily, my poison gland has not yet developed but I can strangle them and make them die of suffocation-
-Whoa! You don't need to murder someone, just keeping them away from me is enough. Plus if you did that there would be a big scandal and you would probably be locked up in a zoo -
-As you wish- she hissed as she nodded.
-¿And what kind of magic will I learn at that Hogwarts school?-
-Magicians have managed to master many aspects of magic, such as conjuring objects, transforming them into living beings or vice versa and they also use parts of magical plants and animals, the organs or skin can be used to make potions or wands-
-¡It's awful!-
-It is the law of the jungle, the hunters and their prey. It's best if you focus on increasing your magical powers, soon you'll be too busy to worry about me and speaking of prey, I can smell rodents near that tree. With his permission, Master Harry, I will go and feed myself.
-Go ahead, enjoy your food- he responded, making a friendly gesture with his hand, while he thought about everything that had just happened to him. "Magic... This is going to be amazing."
