The most important thing Harry Potter has learned in his life was to be seen and not heard; and perhaps the seen part would turn into a not seen situation during most of his life. He was used to being the quiet child who would do as told with no questions asked. He was a good child, despite how many times his aunt and uncle has told him that he was not. Harry has done everything he was instructed to.
His aunt liked to remind him throughout his childhood that he was nothing but an ungrateful nephew who was too stupid to follow simple commands, but the rebellious part of Harry's brain thought that she was wrong. Harry was good. In fact, he was more than good. He has lived his entire life being a good child. He knew more than anyone what a good child should behave like.
Sure, Harry was a freak like how uncle would describe him, but he was certainlynotnot good.
Here he was now, sitting in his cupboard quietly and doing as told, despite having grown too big to fit this narrow space.
Today was his birthday.
His 15th birthday to be exact. 15 years of living in this small space that he called home. His cupboard was too uncomfortable lately, but it was safety and familiarity.
His cupboard was his favorite place on this earth.
In this small space, he could be himself without the need to act a certain way in front of others. He could cry freely, could imagine scenarios in his head and laugh about it; though he had to make sure he was quiet for these ones, and he could allow himself to relax, which was something he has forbidden himself from doing in front of others.
The summer break has just recently started, so he still had a long way to go at his aunt and uncle's house, though it wasn't as if he preferred school either.
Hogwarts was a lonely place for him. He didn't know what he disliked more; this house, or that school.
In the house, was left alone for most of the time. In the school, he was left lonely for the entire time.
Throughout all these years, he couldn't befriend anyone at school, not even that sad ghost that would cry all alone in the bathrooms. But Harry didn't expect anything different. No one ever wanted to befriend him, and he couldn't fault them.
After all, who would want to befriend a freak like him?
At home, he was a freak for being a magical being like his cousin would say and at school, he was a freak for being the only surviving person of the killing curse.
He didn't know what was so special about him like professor Dumbledore would say. Harry didn't see anything special at all. He was normal, and perhaps less than normal.
His stomach grumbled, indicating its frustration and protesting over being left unattended to for too long. He rubbed it in a comforting gesture as he looked at the small and old watch he held in his hand.
Now.
'Happy birthday,' he thought to himself.
Right before he blanked out.
...
Harrison Potter was annoyed, but what was new? He was annoyed constantly these days. His mother liked to tell him that it was due to his raging teenage hormons, to his horror. He kind of agreed with her secretly because what else could explain this irritation he felt constantly tugging at his heart?
He cast a glance at his older brother, Damien, who was eating away his food like a pig being offered a sacrifice.
"Would you knock it off, you dipshit!" he growled, earning himself a very quick "language!" from his father.
"He's being annoying!" Harrison said.
"Nah, you're just being a brat as usual," Damien said, unbothered, and continued to chug away at his food.
"How am I being a brat when you're the one eating with your mouth open? Do you have any idea how annoying it is to hear the constant chewing sounds? I swear you're like an animal," Harrison complained.
"Yeah, well, I don't care," Damien responded.
"Boys, enough," their father, James, intervened. "Harry, you are being childish for no reason and Damien, stop annoying him on purpose. Itishis birthday after all."
"And that being he can act like a little king and we are all his puppets?" Damien asked.
"I mean...Itismy birthday like dad said, soooooooo," Harrison trailed off.
"Fine, you brat," Damien said while rolling his eyes. He could never truly be angry at his little brother.
Besides, today was his 15th birthday and it was considered a special one in their family. Weirdly enough, for no particular reason. They always went out of their way with gifts during each other's 5th, 15th, 25th, and so on's birthdays.
He was currently all alone with his father and Harrison, while the rest were not present.
His older brothers, Charles and Orion were staying at some friend's house and would arrive later, while his mother was out on a secret mission of getting her gift for their youngest brother's birthday.
Part of Damien knew what his mother's gift would be, but he couldn't be entirely sure of it.
His brother has been bugging everyone for the past few months and dropping hints of wanting his own motorcycle; one that was exactly like uncle Sirius', and as much as his mother was against it, she probably caved in by looking at his stupidly big doe-like eyes.
If there was one thing that none of them could handle in this house, it was his stupid eyes. That little shit knew how to manipulate them well with those eyes while being a huge brat at the same time.
Damien himself was not immune to it, as much as he hated admitting it to himself, though he would never admit it to anyone else. How would he explain being a 16 year old boy who couldn't say no to his own brother's eyes? That would just ruin his reputation and destroy it completely.
The day surprisingly went by quietly, with no loud noises coming out of the loud noise machine that was Harrison.
While their family did care for their birthdays and ensured they prepare gifts for each other, they weren't big on the parties aspect of it. They preferred to gather during the exact same birth moment, get a cake and let the birthday person blow a candle, while the immediate family and some relatives were present.
Uncle Monty, Sirius, and Peter were always there during the birthdays, though this year they were each busy with something and couldn't attend.
"I'm home!" came the announcement from the fireplace in the living room, and with it, Harrison took off towards it excitedly like the idiot he was.
"Mum! Mum, you're home!" he exclaimed, standing in front of her with his invisible puppy-tail wagging behind him.
"Hi, darling," she laughed softly and ruffled his hair affectionately.
"Where is it? Hmm? Where?" he questioned, looking behind and around her.
"What are you looking for?" she asked amused.
"My gift!" Harrison announced.
"He thinks you are getting him a motorcycle," Damien screamed from the kitchen.
"I don't just think it, she did get it for me!" Harrison retorted back.
"Keep on dreaming, idiot."
"Idiot is your face," Harrison said.
"Wow, I feel very hurt by your hurtful words, little Harry," Damien said.
"You're not being nice to me even on my own birthday!" Harrison whined.
"If only your friends could see you whining like this when you're acting all tough and shit in school," laughed Damien despite himself.
His little brother was a whiny and spoiled brat, but in front of his peers he would act all tough and cool. Damien couldn't understand, for the life of him, how his act worked and how popular this idiot was at school and around his friends.
He was just a brat.
"I hate you!" Harrison exclaimed.
A total brat.
...
Later that day, Harrison was sitting cross-legged on the ground of the living room as he waited while feeling bored. His celebration should start at the time of his birth, and he couldn't wait to blow out the candle so he could be handed his gifts. His mother was usually the one with the coolest gifts to give, and he was stillveryhopeful that it would be a motorcycle; just like Siri's.
He was feeling a bit down that uncle Sirius was not there to celebrate his birthday with him, but it was expected. After all, his surrogate has just given birth to his new baby daughter, and so he was accompanying her.
While Sirius was still unmarried and wasn't even dating anyone, the man preferred to take the adoption route since he apparently has always wanted children of his own. His dad would always say how surprising that was when his friend first announced his desires, and that it was one of the main reasons of his conflict with his family.
Even now, despite being the eldest of the Black children, Sirius was not the head of the household. Instead, it was his younger brother, Orion Black, who was the head of the household.
Harrison hated that gloomy man who would always annoy Sirius. Sirius should have been the one to inherit the title!
"Muuuuuuuuuummmmmm," Harrison screamed suddenly.
"What are you causing ruckus for?" his father asked, peeking his head from the kitchen door.
"When can we blow the candle already?" Harrison asked impatiently. He wanted the gifts already, and so badly.
"You already know the time, so stop asking too much. It won't magically fast forward the time," his father said while rolling his eyes.
"I saw that," Harrison commented.
"And?"
"And nothing. I just wanted to let you know that I saw you rolling your eyes," Harrison said.
"If you're so bored, then go hang out with one of your friends. It's still too early for your celebration," his father stated before he disappeared again.
"I might just do that," he grumbled to himself.
Hermione was currently back in her muggle home, so it was impossible to just pop up there out of nowhere and surprise her muggle parents, even though they knew all about magic. The last time he tried apparating there, her mother almost fainted.
Ron though...hecouldgo and visit him; it was just that both of them were fighting recently. It wasn't Harrison's fault that Ron's girlfriend had a crush on him! After all, whowouldn'thave a crush on Harrison Potter? He was cool. Way too cool.
He chuckled to himself as he got up from his spot on the floor.
"I'm going to Ron's," he announced, earning no response from anyone.
He went through the fireplace and ended up in Ron's dusty fireplace, seeing his father in front of him.
"Good day, Mr. Weasley," Harrison greeted respectfully.
"Oh, Harry! Good day, son. Are you here looking for Ron? Or perhaps Ginny?" Arthur Weasley asked.
"I'm here for Ron," Harrison smiled.
Arthur has been trying to set him up with Ginny lately, which was too obvious to him even though the older man has never said anything directly about it.
Harrison has physically cringed when he first realized that, as Ginny was basically a child in his eyes, though she wasn't that much younger than him anyway. But still...he has known her since they were children.
He couldn't fault Mr. Weasley though. He knew how cool he was. Who wouldn't want him as their son in law?
"Ron is out shopping for grocery with his mum and they will be a bit late, but you're welcome to wait for him. You can head for his room if you want," Arthur said kindly.
Harrison was used to being treated as part of the family at this point.
"It's fine, Mr. Weasley. I will just come at a different time," he smiled politely.
Ron's father appeared too busy and Harrison has found himself yet again standing in front of the fireplace.
He sighed in misery as he was feeling too bored and impatient, as he couldn't wait for the time of the gifts.
Harrison threw the floo powder into the fireplace as he stepped in and muttered his address.
Just as he started apparrating, he felt a body smack into his that appeared out of nowhere.
And then they fell and landed together.
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