Chapter 3. A Dark Pit

It was a bright sunny day as I sat on the grass in the playground away from the other kids. I was making a list of what to do. My top worry was the fact that I was a Horcrux. What if Voldemort was able to possess me or influence me? The other influence of the other Horcruxes in the books was great. The diary was able to possess Ginny and commit attacks at school all year long. The locket would have killed Harry if Ron had not been there to save him. The ring had cursed and ultimately killed Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards in history.

There were other worries as well. Was he truly the heroic figure J.K. Rowling wanted readers to see, or was there more darkness to him, as fan theories had often hinted? Personally, I believe JK Rowling had wanted to portray Dumbledore as a magical messiah, the epitome of purity in the Harry Potter world. But, she also needed to give Harry Potter countless challenges to make the books thrilling. Challenges that competent adults in Harry's life would ignore. How else the books would have been interesting? No one else would have wanted to read a story where theprotagonist is facing no challenge such as child abuse or teachers torturing him at school.

Did Dumbledore know that I was a Horcrux The books never revealed exactly when he discovered this. Was it when Harry spoke parseltoungue or was it when he saw the diary? Did Dumbledore dump me at the Durzkaban knowing that I was a Horcrux?

There was another problem as well. There could be no way that this world would be a carbon copy of the stories. So many things never made sense. Given the careless attitude of the wizards, a memory charm should never have been enough to hide the wizarding world. Moreover, there are sure to be many nutjobs wizards who want to tear down the International Statue of Secrecy. It took just one witch or wizard to go oninternational television and cast magic. No obliviate spell would have been able to stop it. Either the magic world was hidden from muggles with the help of a mist-like spell. The same mist that hides the god world in Percy Jackson.

Why were there no assassination attempts on me? Surely for a wizard finding a boy named Harry Potter in the wizarding world would have been no great feat.

First things first. I need to gain proper nutrition. I had no desire to be a skinny short boy as I had been in canon. I was six currently so undoing the damage that the Durslugs had done on me would be easily I would see how to gain information about this world to see how it differs from the canon world.

Should I tell a teacher or a police officer about the cupboard? Surely law enforcement in a well-developed country such as England would do something. However, I doubted Dumbledore would allow me to be taken away from the Dursleys or permit any real legal action against , the police arrested Vernon and Petunia, such a stunt would only end up making my life more difficult.

God, it seemed just like a situation in school. If a teacher took strict action against a bully then only going to a teacher would be worth it. Otherwise, the bully would just come on you with greater zeal.

Should I befriend a poisonous snake and ask it to burn Vernon? With Vernon's death maybe Petunia would treat me less badly. No, the way my luck goes Petunia would only blame me for Vernon. The fact that I was seriously considering homicide did not even to me. However, later on, throughdeep self-reflection, I realized I would have done it surely for something like Vernon should have no right to breathe oxygen in this world.

School ended way too quickly for my liking and I was soon back at No-4, Private Drive. I had managed to avoid Harry-hunting all day with my adult brain.

Petunia told me that since I was now old enough to cook, I was now to learn how to cook to earn my keep. I decided now to protest against it since cooking was a skill that I had not learned in my previous life as well. Moreover, I wanted to get used to English food.

Petunia kept looking at me with suspicion since I now spoke with a slight accent.

The next few weeks went like this. I would avoid Big D all day at school and at the house as well, not rising to his taunts, learning how to cook with Petunia, and ignoring Vernon. All the time scheme how to ensure a good meal, a room to sleep in, and proper clothes and bath to maintain good hygiene. I needed no love from these freaks. Seeing firsthand how Dudley was pampered made me sure that Dudley would be bullied heavily in high school and would need a fortune in therapy in his twenties just to straighten himself up. A part of me even felt pity for him. A part that I quickly killed.

Time went by and I could think of no solution. I had tried to train my magic to do things that Tom Riddle had been able to do. Like levitating stones or making animals follow my commands without training them. While after great effort, I was able to do them, my powers were nowhere near strong enough to use them to cow Dursleys into submission.

I felt depressed. I felt that I was right not to choose this life yet that fucker threw me into this.

'Should I run away' A desperate part of me thought. No, Dumbledore would be able to track me with that Deluminator with ease.

Every Sunday, the Dursleys went for amovie and had dinner at a 5-star restaurant leaving me with Arabella Frigg.

I am sorry that I treated you horribly for the Durselys would have never left you with me if they thought you were enjoying the time

What was the deal with her? Was she so deep in Dumbledore's pocket that she did not care what was happening? I was living in constant fear of Vernon. What if he beat me up?

The food that she gave me was horrible as always evident by the past memories of Harry. Having a childhood like this no wonder Harry had just two friends all through Hogwarts. Ron, the first friend that he ever made, and Hermione with whom it took fighting a troll just to be friends.

I felt as if I was in a deep pit with sides closing in. I could do nothing when I saw something on her self. It was something I would never have recognized if I did not know stories. It was a wand.

I froze knowing I had to get that wand by anyway. Frigg told me she had to drop me off at my Dursley now when I told her that I was not feeling well. She immediately went to her bedroom to get medicine and I stood up and grabbed the wand. I willed fire to break out in the room and it did. Frigg came back and screamed at the fire while I ran out of the house.

Things then happened so fast. Firefighters came and extinguished the fire but not before it burned the entire house down. Unfortunately, Frigg survived. God, was I turning into a sociopath? No, any person who saw a child being treated like garbage stored away in a cupboard had no right to live in my eyes. I had hidden the wand in my T-shirt. Soon Dursleys came and Vernon glared at me.

I gulped knowing that I was in for a rough night.

They took me back to #4, Private Drive where Vernon shouted at Petunia to go to the bedroom while he would stamp the freakiness out of me. He took off his belt and raised it probably to hit me when I instinctively used my magic to throw him back.

I immediately took the wand out and pointed at him. All the while he stared at me with blood red eyes. He was probably drunk. Not knowing what to do, I pointed the wand at him and whispered-

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