A dragon's new family
AN: the idea for this story hit me a few days ago, as well as an idea for another new story
A five year old harry was being carried by his aunt, even though, judging by her face, she'd rather NOT be touching him. "What am i going to do with this freak? This freak's freaky parents will come after me, if i get rid of it," she said to herself.
Petunia's thoughts kept going along this line of thought, even as she entered her home, and put the freak to work. "Remember, freak, this house BETTER be SPOTLESS for when my vernon comes back. If it's NOT spotless, your beating will be worse, and you will get no food," petunia snarled.
Harry timidly nodded, before he got to work and started cleaning. As he cleaned, he began to think. Why am i here? Harry thought to himself. Harry didn't remember much as an infant, but he DID remember a flash of green light.
A few hours later, all the places that he could reasonably reach were spotless. Since he finished earlier than expected, petunia decided to be nice and let him watch some television. The children's show that harry was watching (i don't know british shows of any kind, just use your imagination) there was a commercial about angels.
Harry watched the commercial with interest. If there are angels, perhaps my family is with them? Harry thought, before the children's show came back on. Unknown to not only harry, but to the magical world of great britain will be shocked at what harry does, just to be with his parents.
Hours later, vernon was on his way back home, to vent his anger out onto his stress relief tool. The reason that he was in such a foul mood, is because he was turned DOWN for a promotion, and vernon firmly believed that it was the freak's fault, in some way. Also, vernon was incredibly drunk, and he was incredibly lucky he was still alive and NOT crashed into a bloody pulp.
After getting to his home, vernon turned off the car, stumbled to the front door, went inside and slammed the door in fury. "BOY!~" vernon yelled at the top of his drunken lungs. Harry timidly showed his face from the kitchen, as he was in the middle of making his relatives dinner. "Yes, uncle?" he timidly asked.
Seeing harry all timid, for some inexplicable reason, drove vernon's anger even higher. So, snarling, vernon stomped over to his nephew, grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall. "You cost me my promotion, you little freak!" vernon yelled, before he harshly punched his nephew in the face, before he threw him to the ground, before he kicked him into the front door.
Harry was desperately holding his whimpers and screams of pain inside, so his uncle would not hurt him worse than he is, right now. So, after stalking towards his nephew, vernon beat on him for a few minutes, then he stood up, breathed a sigh of relief, and went into the kitchen to have dinner.
After laying there for a few minutes, harry managed to crawl to his room, which was the cupboard under the stairs. After he managed to get onto his mattress, he fell into a fitful slumber. A few hours after his relatives went to sleep, around midnight, harry woke up.
He gently pushed on his door and, to his delight, the door opened. "Looks like my relatives forgot to lock me in, earlier. Although, they likely assumed that i wouldn't be able to move, after what those stupid animals did to me," harry said.
He got into the habit of insulting his relatives incredibly softly. If they were asleep, then he would insult them a bit louder, but not too high, so as to avoid waking them up, and get another beating. "I just want my parents, is that too much to ask?" harry softly whined a bit.
Harry's eyes widened a bit, and shined a bit, as well, when he got an idea. "Angels live in heaven. However, only a few of the dead get to go to heaven. So…" harry trailed off. He looked to the kitchen. "They don't deserve to die. Death is too good for those animals, and i just want to get out of here," he said. So, he slowly went to the kitchen, so as to avoid making any noise to wake up his relatives.
Once he was in the kitchen, he went to the drawer with the knives. "Good thing i know where everything is in this kitchen. One of the few good things from everything they did to me," harry murmured. After carefully looking through the knives, he found a knife that he judged to be perfect for what he needs to do.
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Harry looked at the knife he chose: a carving knife. He put the point of the knife where his heart is, saying "i just want my parents," in a soft whisper, before he plunged the knife into his heart, killing him. He was dead before he even hit the floor.
Harry potter, the savior of the magical world of great britain, was dead and bleeding all over the kitchen floor. After he hit the floor, a bit of murky smoke came out of the scar on his forehead.
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Over in a certain office, a bunch of instruments failed simultaneously. However, the person who own them is out of the office at the ministry, and would not be back for hours. Even then, he has other noisy objects in his office, so he will not know harry is dead, until the acceptance letter he was SUPPOSED to get would be sent out. The phoenix looked at the instruments, as they stopped, and trilled softly, in sadness.
hell
Harry slowly woke up. As he got up, he noticed that instead of white puffy clouds, the sky was red and there were buildings around him. Harry looked at himself, and saw that he looked different. Looking around, he saw a mirror. He ran to the mirror and looked at himself, and he was incredibly shocked and surprised at his new appearance.
He still had his messy, untameable black hair and his green eyes. However, that was where his old appearance strayed from what it was, before he put the knife into his heart. He slowly reached out towards the mirror, not believing what he saw.
He had black fuzz all over his body and he had slightly pointed ears. He looked at his hand and saw that he had four fingers (three fingers and a thumb). He felt his face, and realized that his new fuzzy body was incredibly soft. He looked at his feet, and saw that they were also changed. He had two toes, and his feet looked slightly digitigrade.
He felt something on his shoulder. So, he reached behind him, gently grabbed what it was, and turned to look at it, and was really shocked at what he saw: a prehensile tail, the same color as the fuzz covering his body, and it had a spade at the end. "Ok, that's kinda cool," harry admitted. He then had a thought, as he turned to walk. "Where am i?" he asked himself.
After walking for a bit, he saw someone, so he ran up to them. "Excuse me, but is this heaven?" harry asked the person in front of him. The guy looked down at him and snorted. "What are you, retarded? This is hell," the guy said dismissively.
Harry started to cry a bit. "Oh, come on. No need to act like a little kid you midget," the guy snapped. "But, i AM a kid," harry sniffled. "Are you, now?" the guy asked, as he lifted harry by the back of his shirt. "I know a guy that will pay top dollar for you," the guy said greedily.
"No, lemme go," harry protested as he struggled. ""SHUT UP! YOU WILL SUFFER, AND YOU WILL ENJOY IT!" the guy yelled at harry. Harry quieted down as he whimpered. "Heh, nice to see that you are obedient. The guy imma sell you to will GREATLY appreciate that," the guy purred.
"Release him," a voice hissed out. "Huh? Who said that?" the guy asked. "Release my host, or you will die," the voice ordered. "Come out and face me like a man," the guy ordered. "Very well, then," the voice said.
The shadow under harry began to bubble, before something rose out of it. After a few seconds, the creature was revealed. The creature was almost solid black, with white teeth and green reptilian eyes. The creature looked like a hybrid of a western style dragon and a human.
The hybrid had a draconic head, a slightly elongated neck, a muscular torso, well muscled arms with claws at the ends of the fingers on its hands. Finally, it had large draconic wings. The creature glared at the guy holding harry, who dropped him in surprise.
"You… shall… DIE!" the dragon hissed at the guy. "Don't just stand there, you idiots, attack that creature!" the guy ordered. Reluctantly, they did as their boss ordered. The draconic shadow swiftly dealt with them, before it retreated into harry's shadow. Harry stood there, dumbfounded at what just happened. Harry jumped a bit, when he heard his shadow speak. "Move, quickly. It's not safe here," his shadow said.
Deciding to listen to his shadow, harry ran. He ran and ran, until he stopped in a random alleyway. "This area will do. Rest here for a while," his shadow said. Harry collapsed, as he panted in exhaustion. He laid there for a bit, before he recovered enough to sit up in a fetal position, his head on his knees. This is worse than living with those animals, harry thought.
Weeks later
Two women in fancy dresses were walking. One woman had shockingly white skin, with red dots on the corners of her mouth, and she had golden yellow hair, with the occasional white stripe that was as white as her skin and yellow eyes. The second woman had ash-grey skin, white hair that goes down to her waist and a yellow-orange eye. She had a red 'x' over her other eye. Overall, the second woman looked like a kind of moth. Once they sat on the bench, the first woman leaned her head on the other woman's shoulder.
"Oh, vaggie, that was our best date, yet," the blonde said, as she hugged her date. The whitette, vaggie, gently smiled as she hugged her girlfriend. "Charlie, whether it's a date, or us doing paperwork, as long as we are together, i will enjoy being with you," vaggie said.
The blonde, charlie, squeed, before giving her girlfriend a hug and a kiss. Their kiss lasted not even 10 seconds, before they heard some sinners screaming in fear and pain. Without thinking, charlie ran to the source. "Charlie, wait for me. You are NOT going off by yourself," vaggie called out, as she began to chase her girlfriend.
After a few minutes of running, charlie sees what appears to be an odd human-dragon hybrid, that was missing its lower half, made entirely out of shadow killing sinners. On a side note, she idly noticed what looked like a dome made of darkness took a deep breath, and yelled out, "STOP!" to the shadowy creature.
The dragon looked over at her, so she continued. "They're already dead, you don't need to brutalize them any more than that. I know that there's good in…" she trailed off, as the shadowy dragon came closer, and closely inspected her.
"You… are not like the others," the dragon said. That statement threw charlie for a loop. "Huh?" she asked. "I can sense no malice or any negative emotion in your heart," the dragon clarified, before continued. "Perhaps… you can help us," the dragon said.
"Help?" charlie asked. "My host… he craves a loving touch. He craves love, but he hasn't gotten it…" the dragon said. "I'll be glad to help," charlie said. With a nod, the dragon retreated to the dome made of shadow, and removed the dome. What charlie saw would forever be in her memory: a small black fuzzed child with messy black hair, four fingers, two toes and a prehensile tail.
Her maternal instincts flaring, she quickly went to the child, got into her knees, and wrapped him in a hug, putting his ear next to her heart. However, she didn't expect his response. "No, let me go, i don't wanna! Shadow, help me, please," the child begged, as he attempted to hit her.
Charlie snapped out of her shock, before she started to do what she could to calm him down, his hits doing nothing to her. "Hey, hey, it'll be ok," she soothed the child in her arms. So it went like this: charlie soothing harry with calming tones, words and her heartbeat in his ear. Once he was calm, charlie asked his name. "Harry, miss," harry replied. He felt tired. Oh, so, very tired. "It'll be ok, harry. Sleep, i've got you," charlie said soothingly. So, with a yawn, harry went to sleep, using charlie's chest as a pillow.
After a few minutes, vaggie appeared. "Charlie, how could you leave me like that?" she panted. Charlie gave a sheepish smile, before she stood up, harry in her arms. Upon seeing harry, vaggie was shocked. "Is that a toddler? Toddlers are NOT supposed to be down here. That's all kinds of wrong," vaggie almost yelled, before charlie put a hand on vaggie's mouth. "Shh, vaggie, he just went to sleep," charlie lightly reprimanded her girlfriend.
Vaggie nodded, before charlie removed her hand from vaggie's mouth. "Come on, charlie. Let's call the limo, and get this little guy to an actual bed," vaggie proposed. "Yeah, let's do that," charlie agreed. Going back to the bench they were at before, charlie called for the limo on her cellphone.
As they were waiting for the limo to arrive, charlie had a thought. "Perhaps he was born down here?" charlie asked. Vaggie winced, before saying, "i hate that that's the BEST option." After waiting for a few minutes, the limo arrived, to which charlie and vaggie got in. the driver noticed that they had a small child. However, he just shrugged, and started the car. After all, he wasn't paid enough to care what the princess and her lover did.
After the engine started, harry startled awake. Since he was attacked relentlessly, since he came here, he became a very light sleeper. "Hey, hey, calm down. It's just the car starting," charlie said to harry. Harry calmed down, after she said that.
"Now, how about we find out why you're down here, hm?" charlie asked. Harry shyly nodded, and charlie began her questions. "First, how old are you?" she asked. "Five," harry said timidly. Charlie and vaggie were shocked. Harry/He was five? He looked like he was two, which can only happen if…, charlie and vaggie thought in harmony, before they reached the exact same conclusion. …if he was malnourished, they finished their thoughts. "Ok, second question," charlie began, her smile straining. "How long were you down here?" charlie asked, desperately hoping that he was born down here.
"Erm…" harry said, as he didn't know how long. "Four weeks," harry's shadow said. That answer crushed charlie's heart, as well as her hope that he was born down here. vaggie looked around in confusion. "where did that voice come from?" she asked. "Ok, last question, why were you sent to hell?" charlie asked harry, as she ignored her girlfriend.
Harry sniffled, as he started to cry, even as he answered. "My relatives didn't want me," harry began. "They would constantly hit me, hurt me, insult me, not give me food. I just wanted mommy and daddy. I saw on the telly that angels live in heaven. So i went into the kitchen, while my relatives were asleep, grabbed a knife and…" harry trailed off, as he didn't want to say it. Luckily, both charlie and vaggie knew what was left unsaid. "It's ok, harry, it's ok. You're safe, now," charlie said as she hugged him.
Harry sniffled as he was hugged, and he was fighting his tears as hard as he could, which charlie noticed. "It's ok, harry. If you want to cry, you can. Just let it out," charlie gently coaxed harry. So, harry did the one thing he refused to do, when he was with his relatives: he let out years worth of tears and sadness as he cried, clinging to charlie's formal dress.
