I do NOT own Harry Potter, That belongs to J.K. Rowling
Short intro chapter here but the next ones will be longer, promise!
"Normal speech"
'thinking'
'unknown'
"§parseltounge§"
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Harry woke up in a panic, he could have sworn he heard a woman... screaming? 'Nonsense' he thought 'It's just another hallucination' He tried to assure himself, 'yeah, thats it, just a hallucination' he reasoned, 'or is it' a voice of a man whispered in the back of his mind, that question would then go unanswered for some time.
Harry has had hallucinations for a long time now you see, as long as he could remember actually, he always thought that was why the Dursley's called him a freak, that and the fact that he could apparently talk to snakes, now that one was strange for him, he had called it a hallucination for months, that was until an... Incident, with Vernon.
You see, one fateful night Vernon had come home drunk and had started to beat Harry, the small boy yelled for help but was quickly silenced by Vernon, now Harry had thought that would be it for him, however, unknown to him at the time, when he had yelled out, he had yelled out in parseltounge, and what's more, a snake heard him, more than that actually, a group of large snakes heard him.
Unfortunately for Vernon, said snakes had found their way in through a window, now all I'm going to say this part, is that the body wasn't pretty, that's for sure. That's however, was when Harry really started to think about incidents in his life, summoning a toy to him, teleporting on top of the school when being chased by Dudley, that was the moment he really started to believe something more might be going on with him, more than just hallucinations.
"Just... Just what am I?" Harry asked himself, 'a freak, a monster among humans' part of himself responded, 'A powerful being, better than others' The voice in his head responded, *'I mean, just look at what you did to Vernon', "I-I didn't do that!" Harry shouted into the darkness of his cupboard.
'Oh yes you did, and you loved what happened to him now, didn't you?', "N-no, thats a lie..." Harry said, no, pleaded to himself. He didn't want to believe it, 'oh you know you did, you loved watching him scream in pain, writhing on the floor, you loved watching as the snakes wrapped around him, and you loved the feeling you felt as his life left him, didn't you?'
"P-please... stop... I didn't..." Harry begged, tears streaming down his face, He stayed crying like that, in the corner of his cupboard, for hours until the sun rose.
Days like this went by for months, until one day, on July 31st, 1991. Harry woke up for the first time been a decent mood, he didn't know why but he felt today was special, not that his birthday usually was to him, but, he felt that it would change today. Of coursr he was right, but in more than he knew, for today, was the day the boy who lived, the savior of the Wizarding World, would finally begin his long awaited journey.
