Horcrux #7 - 68

┏ Harry Potter POV ┓

"Yawn… Morning! Spidey 1 and 2" I greeted my childhood friends who sleep with me every day.

Oh, wait let me introduce myself. I am Harry Potter, also known as freak until the first year of school, where I learned my actual given name. I think I am seven years old, and I am born on… I was never told.

Ever since I could remember, I was called a freak or worthless by my lovely Uncle Vernon Dursley and Aunt Petunia Dursley, and of course, I was not allowed to call them that, except in public if I was given permission.

My uncle is the definition of a normal English person. He likes to do normal things, live normally, and live in a normal neighbourhood. The reason I kept repeating the word 'normal' many times is because he so obsessed with being normal that he hates anything that isn't normal. Like me.

I know I am not making sense because I wasn't taught proper English. I wasn't taught anything.

I was only able to read and write after going to school. No, I am not talking about kindergarten. I wasn't sent to kindergarten. I stayed at home, well, in a cupboard under the stairs, while my cousin Dudley Dursley went to kindergarten every day.

Oh, don't even make me think about my cousin. He is a big bully. He is a fat, ugly piece of crap who like to bully me all the time. He even made a special game for me, which is basically him hunting me with his friends to bully me after school.

"Hiss…" I rubbed my arm, remembering what had happened yesterday. I was running away from the Dudley gang, and I almost tripped, falling down.

I saw a sharp nail under my face when I was falling, and it was precisely placed under my eye. I was so scared, I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain. But, instead of me falling on the nail, getting hurt or maybe losing an eye, I was floating in the air, which scared the crap off Dudley.

When I came home, I was trashed by my uncle, who heard the incident from my cousin, after looking at the smiling Dudley, who seemed to enjoy me getting hurt and in pain.

'It's miserable the life you live, Mr Potter'

Great, now I am hearing voices in my mind. Is this the age where people have imaginary friends?

'I am not sure, but I am not imaginary. You can call me a friend if you want' said the same voice in my head.

"WAKE UP FREAK!" screeched an obnoxious voice.

The cupboard door suddenly opened, revealing a whale… sorry, a person who resembles a whale.

"Do think that because it's Sunday, you are free… go clean the dishes and help around the house… PET!" After saying he left to talk to Aunt Petunia, he called her by the nickname 'Pet'.

I can hear some of the discussion. It's about me, and why I wasn't awake early making breakfast for them.

Aunt Petunia said that she was busy talking to our neighbour.

Our neighbour in front of us is a crazy cat lady who has like dozens of cats. I think her name is Arabella… something Figg. I just call her Ms Figg, seeing her living alone with cats.

"What are you waiting for, boy? Begin" Said Aunt Petunia.

I hurried to the sink and started washing the dishes.

"I don't want a speck of dirt on the dishes, or you aren't getting food today!" She warned me while I was washing the dishes.

I silently cursed her in my mind since she always finds something to get in trouble, even if her excuse doesn't make any sense.

Soon after I finished cleaning the dishes, I went to my aunt to receive my next job. The sooner I finished all the work, the sooner I can eat.

"Got to yard and clean the shrubs… and here use this" She said, handing me a pair of scissors, and a trash bag.

Looks like I won't be eating food early.

…

'Bullocks' I cursed in my mind.

I have spent the whole morning cleaning all the 'overgrown' weeds, and it's mid-afternoon time. I hadn't eaten a single thing when I begged my aunt, I received a small glass of water.

'That bi'tch' I cursed again. I learned that word from an old man who I hung out with.

…

'Finally done' I said.

I then went inside and saw the clock… I remember a trick reading the clock…

The small stick is at… 2; okay, it's 2 in the afternoon.

The big stick is at 5, so 5 times 2 is… well, 5 plus 5 is then 10. So it's 2:10.

(That's how I learned)

I saw burned food on the table, patiently waiting for me. Unfortunately, Aunt Petunia didn't bother covering it with a cover, so the food is cold, and flies are swarming around it.

Everyone is probably taking an afternoon nap.

I started eating all the food, and I have long gotten used to the taste of bad food. I eat anything edible.

'It's surprising how the kid's mind develops that fast' said a voice in my head.

"I am pretty smart… I can lie and hide stuff without much trouble." I said out loud, since I was way too tired to think properly.

"WHAT was that freak?"

I suddenly turned behind, my eyes enlarged, and I turned pale. Then, behind me, I see a giant whale with a belt.

…

'Aaa…ggg.' I woke up in pain.

Seeing that I was back in my cupboard, I relaxed slightly, but my pain didn't help me relax.

When my uncle heard me, he whipped me with his belt, and I was too tired and fell unconscious in the middle of the beating.

So he properly threw me back in my cupboard, and I probably will not get food for a while.

'I am sorry, it was my fault that you got hurt.' said a voice, comforting me.

It's fine… I am used to it. So I have an imaginary friend in my head?

I heard some people show off their imaginary friends, saying that their imaginary friends are cooler than others, or am I just hanging around with crazy people?

'Yes, you are hanging around kids who are diagnosed with mental disorders' replied the voice.

'Oh… So… are you real?' I asked, seeing the situation as something new and kind of crazy.

'If you want me to be' said the voice.

Now you are just talking riddles like those old people I like to hang out with after school to escape from the Dudley gang.

'Mr Potter, don't you think that your uncle and aunt are being cruel? They are supposed to be blood relatives, aren't they?' said Mr Voice.

I know, and I don't know if they are even my blood relatives. I only caught once Aunt Petunia talking to her about how I am her sister's son.

I guess you are right, they indeed are being cruel, but what can I do? I am just a freak who does freakish things.

'Um… why do you believe you are a freak?' questioned Mr Voice.

Hum… ever since I could remember everything, weird things happened to everything around me.

'Can you give me an example of one?' said Mr Voice.

I remember yesterday when I floated in the air when I was about to fall on a sharp nail.

Once I got so angry, I screamed, and all the glass things exploded.

Another incident was whenever my uncle cuts my hair, it grows straight back to cover up the ugly scar on my forehead exactly.

'It seems you are special, and your family don't appreciate you' Said Mr Voice.

Appri-eateate? What does that mean?

'Well, i mean, they don't cherish you and love you enough for who you are.' answered Mr Voice.

Oh… I guess you a right. The word 'magic' is banned in this house, so I suggest don't use it…. Well, it doesn't matter since only I can hear you.

'Do you believe in magic?' asked Mr Voice.

No… my uncle and aunt say magic is not real.

"I asked you, not them, so do YOU believe in magic?" Mr Voice replied.

Well… I believe I am cursed, so I do believe in magic, but I don't like it.

'Why do you believe you are cursed? Is it because something bad always happens to you?' Mr Voice said.

Yes, I think I am cursed because whenever something magical happens, I always get in trouble, even if it saves me somehow.

'Well, don't you think only your uncle and aunt are causing trouble? What happens if they don't know?' Mr voice said.

But nothing good has ever happened whenever magical happens… every time it happens, my uncle or aunt knows about it, and I get punished.

'Close your eyes.' Mr Voice said.

I closed my eyes.

'Open' he said.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a small bright lion dancing around my feet.

"Wow!!" I said out loud.

…

It's been a week since Mr Voice appeared in my mind, and showed me magic tricks.

Though sometimes he doesn't respond, he says he was busy. I even asked him if I should give him a name, but he replied he already has a name that he won't tell, so I stuck to Mr Voice.

'Are you ready?' Mr voice said

Today I am going to steal food from a cupboard where snacks are hidden.

'{Alohomora}' Mr Voice cast a spell which opened my cupboard door.

"*Click*" The door opened.

I knew that I didn't need to worry about my relatives since it's Sunday, and they went outside to a park, locking me inside.

'Now just go grab a chocolate bar and come back' Mr Voice said.

I was feeling very nervous. Taking a deep breath, I went to the snacks' cupboard door and took one chocolate bar opening it.

'Don't forget to close the door' Mr Voice reminded me that I had left the door open.

'Crap' I turned back, closed the door shut, and ran back to my cupboard room.

'{Colloportus}' Mr Voice cast another spell.

"*Click*."

'The door is now locked, so you can eat now.' Mr Voice said.

…

Mr Voice, what is magic used for?

'Well, it can be used for anything, make your life easier, or protect yourself or… hurt people who are being mean to you.' Mr Voice replied.

Oh… what about… can I use it to protect against my uncle and aunt? Especially my cousin.

'Yes, if you want to' He replied.

So, can you teach me magic?

'I can, but what would I get?… I have been helping you every day, but what about me? Who will help me?' Mr Voice replied.

Huh? I-I can help you… if you want.

'Are you sure you will do me a favour when I am in trouble' Mr Voice replied?

Yes, one hundred percent yes.

'Will you, Harry James Potter, swear that you will be in my debt?'

I will definitely do.

'So… mote it' Mr Voice replied.

Wait, you said something after Harry.

'What? I don't remember' Mr Voice replied.

Oh, okay, so when will I learn magic?

'I can teach you every night… but you need to be careful, since it will be our little secret and you can call me….' Mr Voice said.

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