Chapter 2
Around 10 years later
“Up! Her up! Now! I went you to take care of the bacon”
Harry groaned as her was awaken from his slumber by the sound of his Aunt Petunia rapping at the door to the cupboard under the stairs. Her rubbed his eyes, trying to remember the dream her had been having.
What was it… her had a strange feeling that he had already had the same dream before.
He was interrupted by the door to his cupboard swinging open.
A boy who looked an out the same age as Harry skipped inside and flung himself on to the bed, interrupting Harry’s thoughts.
Harry looked at the curly haired boy with a deadpan expression.
“ You could’ve knocked, Dazai”
Dazai grinned, his honey coloured eyes had a mischievous glint in them.
“Welllll yes, I could, but it’s easier to just come in!”
An outraged shriek sounded from the kitchen.
“ You did something didn’t you.”
“Mmm. Might’ve stolen one of Dudleys gifts”
…
“What did you do?”
Dazai smirked “I don’t know what you mean”
Harry sighed, got up, and walked to the kitchen, his adoptive brother trailing behind.
As they entered the kitchen, Dudley was sitting there, face scrunched up and screaming at his parents, whilst next to him sat a pile of birthday gifts, and on the other side of him, was a melted lump of who knows what. Harry turned to Dazai, who was holding back laughter, then flinched as
Uncle Vernon turned to them, his pig-like face contorted in a furious expression. “WHICH ONE OF YOU DID THIS” he bellowed. Harry turned to Dazai, as the other boy began whistling, as if nothing had happened. Uncle Vernon turned even mode red in the face, although he was more purple than red at this point, “YOU, WILL NOT BE EATING, FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK, UNDERSTOOD?”
Dazai nodded, still looking rather amused, and sat down at the table.
Harry sat beside him, as Aunt Petunia was now cooking, seemingly having forgotten her earlier order a at him in the chaos. He turned them out, lost in his own thoughts.
Dazai tended to do these things often. Harry couldn’t understand why he did it, life with the Dursleys was bad enough for both of them, but Dazai got into trouble much more, resulting in an even worse situation. He always seemed to find a way to disobey though. Whenever he was banned from eating, Dazai would always come back to the room with a tin of canned crab ( Harry didn’t know how he got the crab, as far as he knew, there wasn’t any in the house ) Dazai also had the uncanny ability to always seem to know what Harry was thinking about. His thought process, was once again broken, but this time by Dudley
“I don’t want them to come!” Shrieked the boy. “he.” Pointing at Dazai “already ruined one of my presents, i don’t want those freaks to come!”
“How rude.” Dazai drawled. “Anyways, it’s not like you have much of a choice. It’s either we come with, or we stay here, and mess up even more of your stuff.”
Harry glanced at Dazai. Going where?
Dazai, seemingly catching onto Harry’s confusion, responded with a simple
“Zoo”
Ah. Dudley’s birthday.
They ended up going, as their neighbour,Mrs Figg, had broken her leg and was therefore unable to take them, and anyone else was either unwilling, or was away.
“Do you think i would die if one of those snakes attacked me?”
Harry looked at Dazai, slightly concerned.
The other boy often did things like this, joking about wanting to kill himself. He never did anything but Harry didn’t think that was a very normal subject to joke about.
Dudley was in front of a large snake, trying to command it to do something.
“This is so boring” the bandaged boy beside him whined, flopping down onto a bench.
“Hey, Harry, aren’t you gonna look at the snakes?”
“I guess I will, if Dudley leaves.”
As he spoke, Dudley shuffled away from the tank, grumbling about something. Harry moved closer to the reptile, it seemed rather tired of people tapping and pressing their faces against the glass. The snake looked up at Harry.
“Must be boring, with nothing to do all day, and people gawking at you” He mumbled
The snake’s head bobbed up and down slightly, as if it were nodding, and slithered around in it’s enclosure, as if it were trying to prove a point.
“Well, goodbye, I suppose Dudley’s gonna come back now” the boy jogged away as he noticed his cousin approaching.
He heard a loud noise behind him, and turned around to see Dudley, who had fallen head first into the snake enclosure, the glass nowhere to be seen. The boa constrictor from earlier was slithering away rapidly, as it spotted Harry, he could’ve sworn he saw the creature grin at him, hissing something about exploring the world.
Harry sighed. This was gonna be a long day.
Of course, Harry was the one who ended up with the blame. Which was really very idiotic, considering he had already walked away, and who did the Dursleys think he was? A wizard?
Both he and Dazai were confined to the cupboard, Harry because of the snake incident ( still really stupid ) and Dazai because of his earlier stunt with Dudleys gift.
Harry clicked his tongue, he was thinking about his parents. What would happen if his parents had survived the car crash? Would he have had a much better life? Or would they be as bad as the Dursleys. He had a sneaking suspicion that Dazai knew more than he said he did, as the brunette often avoided the subject when asked about it.
Said brunette was lying down on his own bed, feet kicking in the air, typing on a computer that Harry didn’t even know he owned.
Another strange thing about Dazai, was the fact that he knew Japanese. Now, this in itself isn’t that weird, but as far as Harry knew, Dazai had been adopted by Harry’s biological parents. Due to being the same age as Harry, Dazai couldn’t have known the language from his parents, and he had never seen the boy take lessons.
Oh well, that was a puzzle for another day.
The next morning, Harry was awoken by the Dursleys yelling in the kitchen.
Dazai had already left, as his side of the room was empty.
As Harry entered the room, he saw Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon arguing about something, a letter lay on the table. Dazai stood a few feet away, watching with an amused look on his face.
“They’re arguing over a letter addressed to you. Don’t bother asking them for it, they won’t give it to you. There was one addressed to me too, but i took it before they noticed.”
Uncle Vernon finally seemed to notice Harry’s presence, and, in a fit of rage, ripped the letter in multiple tiny flakes of paper.