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Just downstairs from where his classmates were, Harry sat on his supposed bed, munching on breakfast and passing Hedwig pieces of bacon. He was deep in thought trying to fully get a mental grasp on the fact that he's meant to stay in this house with… Him. His eyes turned up to the two empty beds of the "roommates" he shuddered thinking about the fact they probably had wondered where he went last night. He scoffed and his head shook, realising he's talking about SEVERUS SNAPE and Voldemort being worried over where he went. He must be going delusional if he's thinking that. He put down his plate and wiped his hands of crumbs before leaning back on the bed. Hedwig cooed pleasantly and fluttered to sit on his pillow. He looked over and smiled, scratching her under her beak before standing and stretching his back.
"I should probably shower. I haven't had a real shower since Hogwarts. Bet I smell like a-". She cut him off by hooting and clicked her beak at him a few times before he gasps and places a hand on his chest.
"A drowning rat?! Well that's rude, are you saying I normally smell like a rat?" She hooted in response and fluttered her wings, eyes sparkling with teasing joy.. "Yeah? Now that's just insulting." He turns away and crosses his arms, raising his head in a pout. "To think, my first friend, claiming I smell of such a sad and pitiful creature. I'm hurt." Her response was to fluff up and snuggle into the pillow sighing as if she's exasperated. Harry grins and laughs before stepping close to her and pressing a kiss to her feathered head.
Though Harry was the only one of them who spoke, the two of them conversed almost regularly when at Hogwarts. During the summer of his first year Harry had formed a bond with Hedwig and soon discovered that he could understand her as though she spoke english.
"I should shower though.. I probably smell worse than I did working in Petunia's garden." He moves towards the bathroom but pauses when he sees H.J.P. branded into two cupboards on the dresser. He hesitates but reaches down and slowly opens one of the drawers. Blinking he picked up the shower caddy and turned it left and right. The left seemed to have things such as soaps, hair washes, lotions, oils, and other fragrances while the right had a folded towel and loofah. Opening the second drawer he was greeted with neatly folded clothes. Harry reached down picking up a soft pair of undergarments before he pulled out some nice looking trousers in a light cocoa shade. He held them to his waist and saw they stopped just at his ankles. Draping it over his arm he looked again at the drawer now only with two tops; an olive brown corduroy sweater and a flannel cardigan made of a mix of greens, browns and blues.
He picked the tops up as well and draped them over his arm, walking with a soft excited smile towards the bathroom. He moves quickly, excitement brewing in his head at the idea of a warm bath, and hangs up the towel before placing the clothes on the counter when his eyes catch himself in the mirror. He had known that he looked different from the boy that left Number 4 Privet Drive especially since Blaize and Draco had been exchanging looks at the table that morning but didn't know exactly how different he was.
His eyes were now down-turned and practically almond shaped as opposed to the round spheres that were so often associated with his mother. His irises seemed… greener somehow, and yet there was an outline of red showing his new creature race. His lashes were longer and curled upwards making him look more feminine as he noticed his jawbone was more rounded than squared. Leaning closer towards the mirror, he held his hand to his face and stared slightly slack jawed in awe. He actually looks his age now rather than the small child that everyone thought was in third year instead of fifth. He was still underweight but it somehow filled out in a more attractive slim than the skeletal body he had before. His scar was less defined and instead of a jagged cut on his forehead it appeared more as a slash going down into his eyebrow.
Another thing that surprised him was his hair. Running his fingers through it he knew he would have to wash it during the shower but also that it would feel different when dry again. His hair before was fluffy and difficult to shape but now he was able to push it left and right and watch it frame his face in different ways. He had always considered growing it out but knew Petunia would never allow it. The more tries to push it out his face the more it seemed to resist the new placement and formed curls that licked at his cheekbones and lashes. Remembering a time when his aunt actually carried for his appearances he looked through the drawers for a comb and upon finding one he paused to feel the weight in his palm. Hermione once tried combing his hair and it ended up a disaster with bits broken off in his hair and the comb snapped in half. This of course was what caused him to pause now before he slowly and hesitantly pushed the comb to his scalp and slowly downwards. For a second he tensed because it caught on a knot in his hair but then the comb began glowing and slowly the knots became undone and he was able to push it down through from roots to tips. Holding the comb away he stared and smiled before doing the process over and over again until he was able to run his fingers through his new detangled hair.
Smiling to himself he put the comb down and grabbed the shower caddy moving to the large shower build. Having to fiddle with the knobs for a second he managed to find a way to turn it on and warmed the water to his comfort before looking in the caddy for what he's going to use. Pulling out soap, shampoo, conditioner and a loofah he placed them on a little shower shelf before stepping in the shower after practically launching his dirty old clothes across the room. . He sighs and smiles to himself, relaxing and breathing deeply. The water felt amazing and he stood for a moment soaking it in and calming his tense nerves and using the silence to clear his mind. Harry eventually moved after standing under the water for enough minutes to make the mirror fog up. He scrubbed his body and hair washing over and over using enough product to last a few days and ensuring the water was running clear. By that time his fingers had pruned over and he could see the water that had bubbled up on his lashes. He turned off the water and stepped out grabbing the towel and drying his hair and using his fist to wipe the condensation off the mirror. His hair hung well past his shoulders and curls appeared more defined now that it was washed. His hair was more of the red his mothers hair seemed to have than the rich black that his fathers hair was so often compared to and yet the longer he stared the more he could see the mix of both parents in himself.
He smiles before drying off and dressing himself into the clothes he had acquired from his drawer. Nodding he smiles at his appearance before grabbing the caddy and opening the bathroom door. Hedwig was sleeping on his pillows, her head tucked under a wing making Harry smile. He pushes the caddy under the bed and stands looking onto his bed where his blankets had been pulled into a small cone around Hedwig. Chuckling to himself he grabs his plate and moves to head downstairs. He checks the hallway and upon seeing it empty he moves out of the room down the stairs back past the living room. Stepping forward he felt his foot catch on the final step and he stumbled forward, his fork falling and clattering across the floor as his plate hit the floor. He sighs and rubs his face crouching to pick up the plate and bits of food off the floor making a mental note to look for the cleaning supplies closet so he can make sure it doesn't leave a stain or dirt on the floor or worse, attract rats. He walks over to where his fork fell and crouched to grab it only to freeze. A sound caught his ear and he stood still to listen. It was words but hissed words, parseltongue. Standing up he reached for the door in front of him and after a pause pulled it open only to step back when a pile of items clattered out and fell onto the floor. One in particular caught his eye and he crouched down to look at the familiar serpent, bound and seeming to have been put into a cage. He looked around to the other items lying on the floor in confusion. He squatted and pushed one over only to receive a sharp pain to his scar. He gasps and stumbles back holding his forehead and drawing in breath deeply in annoyance and pain. He blinks confused to the items and spots the diary he had stabbed back in second year.
"What the hell…" he says aloud before stepping back again. He rubs his head again just as Draco comes down stairs holding what looks like a parchment with the Weasley twins hot on his tail. He blinks at them for a moment while Draco seems to be glancing up and down from the map to Harry with a look of horror and disbelief.
Harry's head was pounding at this point and he partly glared against the lights stepping away from the pile and blinking up at Draco.
"What? I don't look that different do I?" Draco seemed unable to speak, his Malfoy snarkiness and manners gone as he stood there slack jawed and wide eyed. Fred was running his hand through his hair and George seemed to be staring at the map with a harsh glare.
Luna came skipping upstairs from where Harry can only assume to be the downstairs stairwell. She was smiling and came to stand next to the other blonde before Blaize came upstairs practically shoved out of the way by Voldemort who had a murderous look on his face. Severus seemed to still be behind the man who soon was within reach of Harry. His body tensed and he seemed to move back faster than he intended as he ran into a hallway dresser falling around it and hitting the floor.
"What the bloody hell is going on?!" He practically shouted, breathing becoming rapid and his head feeling like it was splitting open as waves of anger seemed to practically roll off the dark lord. Luna giggles and gestured to the open closet.
"See, All seven of your horcruxes here and unharmed, well, besides the diary of course." A vein under Voldemort's eye twitched and he slowly turned until he was facing the young blonde.
"How. In Merlin's name. Are you aware of what a horcrux is, rather how do you know that these" He gestures to the objects again, "Belong to me"
Luna smiled, her eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as she tips her head back and let out a chilling laugh and looked up to the ceiling.
"Oh Silly Mr. Riddle, I saw you make them. All seven." With that, her hand rose from where it lay limply to her side and began pointing at the objects counting them out. The words seemed to echo around the living room. One, two, three; with each number spoken the dark lord's eyes seemed to darken with malicious memory. Four, five six; her hand seemed to stop for a moment after pointing to the serpent before it rose high and points her thin finger towards Harry who was pressed against the far wall eyes wide and face ashen despite being bloodless.
"Seven." She said with an almost false gentleness. "Though, Really six, Harry was made one before Nagini."
Voldemort slowly looked up, starings at Harry with a look one could only see when they were in the grasp of death.
"My… Horcrux." The word was soft and yet Harry felt every syllable in his scar. The pain was thunderous, similar to that of a category six earthquake, rattling his brain and thoughts with such vigor that it left him winded. His chest rose and fell with inhuman quickness and he could hear a rattling in his ears. Words were being spoken and yet he could hear none of it. All that mattered was that Harry was being called "his" by Voldemort, the killer of his parents, murderer to thousands if not millions of people. Harry was important. To Voldemort.
I DIDN'T DIE
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