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Summary - He had been lied to. All his life until his little sister turned up, Harry had always been told his parents had died in a car crash. He learnt the harsh truth when he was young. He was abandoned, and unwanted. And so was his sister. But Harry comes up with a plan of his own, to break away from the Potters and their son, the Boy Who Lived, and make a new life with the MACUSA.
My thanks to WokFriedRice.
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Harry flinched as he shifted around in the Cupboard under the Stairs, wondering why the Dursleys had beaten him this time around; no matter how many times he tried to be a good boy, it never seemed to work.
As Harry shifted around, flinching in agony, he was terrified by the knowledge his legs were broken; Vernon Dursley had never been frightened of beating him, but he'd always held restraint in the past. In the past, Vernon and Petunia had just slapped him around with their hands until his head ached, or they'd whipped him but they had never gone as far as to break his bones. As he put more thought into it, Harry realised that his so-called Uncle had been showing a bit too much restraint. He had been waiting for Harry to grow older before they could snap his bones.
But they had come up with other punishments lately; Vernon had come up with the punishment to lock him in the Cupboard for long periods, sometimes without food. Sometimes it was both at the same time.
As he watched his legs, terrified that they were never going to work ever again, to his surprise they began to glow white and they returned to their original shape instead of being bent askew. Harry looked at his legs in wonder. For a moment he thought he was just seeing things, but as he experimented with wriggling his toes, he found that his leg was back to normal, and there was no pain. His mind raced as he thought about what had happened just now.
Strange things happened around him all the time, but he had never seen anything like this. On those various occasions, things returned to him or they floated back over to him, he had never seen anything like this.
"I just wished my leg was not broken," Harry whispered quietly, he could hear the sound of the Dursleys in the room. "Can I wish for more things?"
Excited by the idea, Harry sat up, marvelling at his newly healed leg, and he placed a golf ball he'd picked up some time ago on the shelf he peered at it, hoping to make it move, but it didn't. Harry sighed despondently, thinking back about all the other times he had been hurt or scared or furious…and he realised strong feelings made the weird stuff happen.
Strong feeling.
Anger.
Rage.
Fear.
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on all the things that made him angry and scared, and he pictured the golf ball moving to the right, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the golf ball had moved a few feet to the right. Harry grinned at his little experiment's success, and he sat upright as he prepared for the next experiment.
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Harry grinned as he waved his hand at the cupboard lock and the door opened slowly. Carefully he peeked out, tense as he listened for any sign of the Dursleys, relaxing only when he saw how dark it was. Stepping quietly into the living room, Harry went to the coats and he found Vernon's wallet after a moment of rifling through it. The wallet was massive and bulging with notes and credit cards. Harry carefully checked the notes, looking to see if he could sneak a few of them out; he was sure Vernon often counted them, but at the same time there was a chance his 'uncle' was too lazy to really bother counting, believing that nobody would dare go into his wallet.
Glancing up the stairs, Harry snuck a few notes out of the wallet before putting it carefully back into the jacket pocket, he went back to the cupboard. Tomorrow he would go out to school, and he would pick up a few scraps of food.
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Harry waved his hands at the door; the mastering of his powers was growing at a massive rate; already he could open doors and with a thought, he could not only go invisible but he could also shut down the alarms; his powers were capable of shutting down the electronics of everywhere, it seemed.
In fact, that was why he was here.
He had noticed that his powers had the capacity to defeat whatever technology he came up against, from lightbulbs and microwaves to ovens, and nothing anyone could do would stop it (Harry was lucky the Dursleys weren't suspicious enough to blame him, and he wanted to keep it that way), but now he wanted to see just how far it could go, which was why he had come to this internet cafe.
After making sure the door and the alarm were dealt with, Harry turned one of the computers on and he began logging in with the cafe login codes. Once he was in, Harry began using his powers to manipulate the computer the way he wanted. As he held his hands up over the computer, the screen flashed as information and computer code flew at rapid speeds.
When he opened his eyes, Harry grinned to himself as he saw he had successfully hacked a bank online. The experiment was a great success.
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"My parents are alive. I…I have a little sister," Harry thought to himself numbly as he held the little baby, his mind too shaken by the revelations and by the letter he had managed to pinch off of the Dursleys before they could throw it away or hide it away. The little girl was crying and he was having an exceptionally hard time trying to stop her from sobbing her heart out.
It was difficult to do since he didn't have a clue on how to care for or look after a small child, never mind a baby. And this was a job no 5-year-old boy should have to do. He had always felt alone at the Dursleys and he had no clear memory of how they had taken care of him when he was little Holly's age.
The Dursleys had lied to him. Everything they had told him about his parents….all of it was nothing but lies.
They had told him his parents - their parents, he corrected as he gazed at the heartbreaking sight of Holly crying her eyes out, remembering her - had died in a car crash. But now the truth was even worse. They were alive. And they didn't want him, or Holly. But they did want Harry's twin brother. Now that was a bitter pill he had not expected. How could they? It was terrible, obscene. How could they favour one sibling while throwing away the others?
It was true, though; aside from Holly, Harry had no family. The Dursleys had never shied away from the fact they never saw him as family, and he had long since stopped bothering trying to gain their affection and now he wasn't going to bother.
Harry wanted to scream that it was all some sick lie, a joke of some kind that his parents had thrown him and Holly away, but as he held onto his sister, feeling the tears trickle down his face and onto hers, he knew that it wasn't a lie. It was not a joke. This was real, it was really happening.
He and Holly were truly unwanted.
The Potters didn't want them any more than the Dursleys did.
To his surprise, Petunia had been both smug and cruelly amused by the whole thing, as if she was dancing a jig in her head. But at the same time, he had seen her upset when she had read the letter accompanying the little girl. But that wasn't only what stunned Harry.
Magic….magic was real.
Magic was what he could do.
According to the letter, the Potters had apparently faked their own deaths at the end of a major magical war and after believing Harry was not capable of magic after checking him, they had sent him away for their safety as well as his own. They had sent him to Petunia, his mother's sister in the hopes of keeping him safe and happy since he didn't have magic. But it seemed it still was unsafe for the Potters since they had sent Holly here, and they trusted Petunia to keep them both safe.
They didn't care if Harry was overworked or not, or had needed to learn how to protect himself from harm, but what hurt the most was the fact they had sent him away when they had thought he wasn't a wizard. The idea was insulting and he tried to think of what would make them think that in the first place.
Safe? Hah, what a miserable joke! He had never felt safe here; he slept in a cupboard, he was beaten for things that were not his fault, and he was overworked and fed only enough to keep him alive.
And now the same thing would happen to Holly. He could see it now, unless he managed to escape after he had discovered his shadow-walking abilities only a week ago after he had leaned into a shadow, and he had appeared in the park after thinking about how nice it would be, and he had returned after he had panicked, and he'd experimented with it ever since. As he looked over the letter again, squinting in the harsh lighting, Harry clenched his fists. The letter made it very clear that when Holly was 11 she would be admitted to some magical school called Hogwarts. Harry's eyes crinkled as he realised that his twin brother would likely be going to that same school.
But he was a wizard.
Would he be going to Hogwarts?
Or would he be forced to watch as his sister became a witch?
He felt a small hand touch his cheek, stopping the tears from falling. He looked down at the little girl and saw she was not wailing anymore but she was looking at him, her own eyes - emerald green, just like his own - were red-rimmed and she was sniffling a bit, but she was patting his face and making little noises and gurgles. Harry's breath caught in his throat when Holly snuggled closer to him, eager for warmth and to share it.
As he held onto his little sister, Harry felt a warmth in his heart that he had never felt before in his life. He didn't care about what the Potters did or what they wanted. They'd abandoned him and Holly. Their wishes were entirely irrelevant to him.
But now Holly had filled him with a love that he'd never imagined possible. Now he had her, he had a purpose. He would keep her safe, and he would want her.
The first thing he had to do was think about what to do now. A part of him wanted to leave now and go and find the magical world, find out what his options were, and then take them. But Holly was too young, and he didn't know if she could walk through shadows as he could.
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"Don't you dare take her outside!" Petunia snapped.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Harry snapped back while he cradled his sister gently in his arms, holding up his hand and concentrating on creating a ball of light. The sight of the magic appearing made his aunt and uncle, who'd appeared a second ago, flinch back. "That's right, I do have magic. I've had magic always. And so does my sister. And I will teach her how to use it when she's older."
"Now, see here, Boy-!" Vernon growled as he tried to control his nervousness. There was an edge to Harry, who had been nervous, cowed and docile, but as time passed since that little bitch arrived, he had become stronger-willed. It never occurred to him Harry had always been presenting a front. Suddenly he began choking and his hand flew to his throat as his airway became constricted.
"Vernon!" Petunia shrieked, making Holly cry.
"I don't care what your precious friends or neighbours think," Harry spat as he magically silenced his aunt while he continued to choke Vernon and he forced the two to their knees; it felt good having this much power and control over them both. "What happens with Holly is more important to me than the opinions of boring little housewives who've nothing better to do with their lives. You two and your moron of a son will start working on getting Dudley's second bedroom cleared of that junk. I want it underway when we get back because if you don't, I'll hurt you worse than you hurt me; you don't ever want a wizard mad at you, but then again, you've done enough to do that, right?"
Something dark and cold crept into his voice, and the Dursleys shuddered. Suddenly they realised abusing the boy was the worst thing they had ever done.
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Harry held Holly as he showed her how to read. He had already taught her the basics of speaking. She was a smart little girl learning that despite the deal he had made with the Dursleys it wasn't a good idea to ask them for anything, and already she had mastered several words. He had made a deal with the Dursleys, that he would continue working for them for a little bit longer, but if they abused him or touched Holly, then he would make them regret it and every time they saw him openly using his magic, they backed off. Even Dudley was scared of him and Holly, and he had made sure his gang backed off and looked for fresher meat.
But the Dursleys were still unpredictable, and Harry still had to watch over them to make sure they didn't do anything stupid.
Harry didn't care. He didn't even care about working anymore since he had to look at his little sister as she grew up, and listen to her giggles and see her smile.
Despite the deal, the Dursleys still treated them badly and while he was able to control them, there were moments where Holly did cry but only around Harry. As she grew older she looked at the other girls, saw how carefree they were and was blissfully ignorant of what was happening near them, and then she looked at what Harry got for her by stealing food and clothes just to keep her happy, and she felt content around him. She was even more content with him since the day she was smart enough to understand the contents of the letter from the Potters. To say she had been upset was an understatement.
"Harry, when are we leaving?" Holly asked.
Harry looked down at her. She presently snuggling into his side, a leftover trait from her infant days, but he didn't mind since she loved snuggling into him. "After your next birthday," he said.
After Holly had come to him and Harry made the deal, he had told the Dursleys he wanted to leave when Holly was old enough. He had told them Aunt Petunia knew of the magical world, and she was going to take them there. Once that was done the Dursleys could go on with their lives, and if the Potters turned up…well, that was their own problem. Harry and Holly would be living with a different magical family if they could, attending a different school. After she had heard of what her parents had done, abandoning her brother who was a powerful wizard and herself, Holly decided to just stick with him. And as the years passed the idea of going to a different school sounded more compelling.
Holly looked up at him in shock. "Really? But that's….," she paused as she mentally calculated how much time they had, "only a few weeks away."
Harry nodded. "I know," he smiled before he kissed the top of her head. "Just think, in a few weeks' time, we will be away from here, and we could be having a new life."
"A new life," Holly smiled, her eyes misty with desire. "No more Dursleys, no more hiding…"
"No more hiding," Harry smiled back at her.
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"Marge is coming?" Harry hissed in horror, and beside him, Holly was clinging to his arm in fright. Marge might have hated Harry, but she showed her hatred went to new depths with Holly; Harry was positive the woman had always hated Lily, although he never found out if she knew the woman and he never cared to find out, he had often needed to keep Holly away from the woman whenever she was around, but somehow Marge knew where to abuse the little girl.
Holly hated and was terrified of the woman and more than once she had to stop Harry from killing her.
"She invited herself here," Petunia said stiffly, but her eyes showed her fear.
Harry growled. "Don't forget the rest of our deal, Aunty," he said. "We're leaving in a few days. Just try to keep her away from us. We don't want any trouble."
Later on, Holly looked at Harry anxiously. "There's going to be trouble, isn't there?"
"You bet there is. Let's start packing, Holly; if that fat bitch causes us problems, I want us to leave," Harry said.