Chapter 1
(The POV will change between first person and third person, there also will be some bullying, the type where a person inflicting harm to another so please be warned!)
People used to tell me I was smart, even the Librarian, Mrs.Paige said so herself. I could count to 1-1000. Mrs.Paige had a niece that would sometimes play with me, even though we had to keep quite because I couldn't play outside, Dudley would just chase my friend off. Dudley never set foot inside the Library, so I can play with my friend. Her name was Nancy, she would always bring me one of her left-over sandwiches, she said I was thin, I told her it was normal but she just stared at me weirdly and said that no child should ever be thin. I never said anything back, I knew she was right, I was aware of the Dursleys treatment, I know they hated me, but I just act like I don't, because if I do then it would just seem real, it's like remembering a bad thing happening to you, so if you forget then it didn't happen. If you forget then you can act like everythings fine. Atleast it used to be.
Mrs.Paige and Nancy moved a month later. I cried, but I never showed, otherwise Aunt Petunia would smack me in the back of my head and tell me how of a wimp I was, I never knew what a wimp mean, but I know that it was bad, I never wanted to be called any bad names, Dudley always called me bad names but I just ignore him, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon started calling me names since then like Freak! I never knew what freak ment either, I never asked.
It was like any other day at Surrey, young Harry was playing by the swing all by himself, swinging my feet back and forth, creating a momentum, making him move back and forth, making him swing higher and higher, not until Dudley pushes the swing with so much force that I had to jump, making me roll over the dirty ground, scraping my knee, I didn't get up, I couldn't. I know if I did they'd beat me up or chase me, so I just curled over my self into a ball, as tiny as I could, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow him whole. Dudley and his friends then started beating me, kicking me by my rib cage making me wheeze in pain. I shut my eyes at tight as I could as they continued kicking and punching all over my body.
"Hey, guys guys stop!" Peirs then half yelled, half hissed, gaining his others friends attention. "His.. his not moving. Check if his moving." Peirs said as he stared frozen at the unmoving boy before him. Dudley then grabbed a stick pocking it over my bruised body. I didn't move, no reaction, nothing, even if I did, I couldn't. My body hurts everywhere, even when I breathed out it hurts, my chest hurts. "H-his not moving.." Dudley stuttered as the boys stared at each other like reindeers in a headlights. "Wh- what do we do?" One of Dudley's friends questioned as he slowly back away from the group and the unconscious boy on the ground. "Run!" Dudley said as they scattered away. I then breathed out a sigh of relief. Once I could hear there footsteps distancing from myself, I finally sat up, slowly at that while clutching my sides, hissing in pain while doing so.
On my way back at Number four, the sky was nearly dark, street lamps were turned on, shinning bright on the shadowed streets, it was quite, too quite. But it was normal. As I neared number four, the lights were off, the car wasn't even on the driveway, it was too quite. Harry then peeked over the window sill, only swing the dark living room. I then sigh as I slowly made my way over the front, I tried to turn the door knob but It wouldn't budge, then I remembered. If I wished, really really wished enough, somethings always happen, maybe I could do that same thing again. Little Harry then took a step back, focusing on his breathing, closing his eyes as he thought really really hard. door. Open, door, open, door open. Harry then changed over his head. door open, do- then a click.
A smile spread over Harry's face as he turned the door knob once again, it worked! I then thought as I went in the house, limping slightly, making my way over my cupboard. The house really was empty, weird. I then sat on my makeshift bed, hissing in pain once more, praying to whatever deity out there to help him get through this pain. Knowing he was not heard he then laid down, closing his eyes, trying to ignore the pain that was surging throughout his body.
I then woke up, finding myself in a dark room, a void or some sort. Harry then walked, and kept walking, no matter which direction he went or how far he goes, it's always the same. He then felt cold all of the sudden, shivering as he rubbed his hand sober his arms, his lips chattering in the process. "who are you?" A voice then said behind Harry, it sounded like a boy, like him! Maybe- maybe he could help him get out. Harry then turned, finding himself face to face with a boy taller than himself, a clean styled haired boy, wearing to what looks to be one of those old clothes that Aunt Petunia always read about on her magazine. "I'm Harry, you?" Harry asked shyly.
He never really was good at talking to people, much less meeting them, Nancy was different, she was the one who initiated our friendship, or so what was left of it anyway. "Harry?" The boy repeated, Harry just nodded as he eyed the boy, he looked like one of those kids on the telly, smart kids. "Yes... What's yours?" Harry asked again, knowing the boy probably forgot to answer or just didn't want to answer. "Tom. I'm Tom." Oh, Tom. He never met anyone named Tom, before. "Tom.." Harry said, testing on pronouncing the boy- Toms name. "I never met a Tom before." Tom cocked his head to the side, while crossing his arm dover his chest. "I never met anyone named Harry before."
Touché, "How'd you get here?" Harry asked as he sat down over the floor, gosh everything was dark. "How'd you get here." Tom said back, repeating Harry's words once more. Harry just shrugged as he eyed the boy who now sat Infront of him. "'dont know really" Harry mumbled. "I went do bed and bam! I'm here, what about you?" Tom played the hem of his shirts as he avoided Harry's eyes, mumbling something Harry couldn't here. "Sorry what? Can you repeat that?" Tom sighed deeply. "How old are you?" Harry rolled his eyes at the obvious changed of subject but followed along, if he didn't want to reply then so be it. "7" Harry said. "You look too young to be 7" oh way to state out the obvious. "Your not the first to take notice" Harry then scratched the back of his head. "What about you? You look like you could be..... 9?" Harry said. The boy really looked older, well mannered aswell, someone uncle Vernon would gushed about, maybe.
"I'm 8 you duffus." Tom then leaned his cheek against his hands as he leaned close, propping his elbow over his feet. "Your cute." Tom said. Harry raised a brow at that, everybody called him cute, women, girls did despite his skinny stature. Boys did not, aunt Petunia always said if a boy says your cute, pretty, or any other compliment made for girls are poofs, gay, whatever that ment but from what Harry understood when aunt Petunia explained to Dudley, it was those people who liked the same gender. "I'm not a poof." Harry said. Tom spluttered, taken back by the not so expected reply. "I never said you we're!" Harry shrugged. "You said I was cute." Tom raised both hands up. "So?!" Tom exclaimed, Harry was a bit confused what got Tom so stressed, was it because he said poof? "You can't compliment me with girl compliments" Harry said mater-of-factly, it would've made Tom laugh if it weren't for the serious expression on Harry's face.
"Your serious?" Harry nodded. "Oh for crying- ofcourse you can compliment anyone with that compliment, there is no girl or boy compliments." Tom huffed "so your a poof then?" Tom blushed a bit but shook his head. "Am not! I'm just saying that anyone can compliment you without any labels.. who told you those stuff." Tom asked getting annoyed. "My aunt Petunia said- or so she said to Dudley, I just listened." Harry said as he trained his fingers over make believe patters on the ground despite it being all black. "Well that's wrong. Your aunt must be homophobic." Harry cocked his head at his side. "What's homopo- po-... What you said." Tom chuckled a bit at the other boys pronunciation. "Homophobic and yes, A homophobic is a person who hates anything to do with queer- people loving the same gender, or both genders." Harry nodded in understanding. "Ahh.. well, yeah I guess. We had a new neighbor that moved in just pass our street, Steve and John, that's what there names were. They were really nice and friendly, aunt Petunia hated them, because they were gay and that it's a sin."
"Your aunts a christian then?" Harry nodded. "That explains it." Harry moved a little closer to the boy, they were now a bout 2 feet a way from each other, lucky Tom didn't mind the closeness, or he just didn't notice. "What explains it." Tom then hummed, thinking before speaking. "Our matron, Mrs.Cole takes us to the church every Sundays. The priest there, father John always says this before every mass that being with a person the same gender as yourself is a sin, he said any person doing a sin could land in hell but I say bull. You can love anyone you want." Tom said. Harry nodded. "I never been on a church before." Harry mumbled, eyes cast down as he thought of what it felt like to go to a church, maybe it's boring like what Dudley always says after every mass. "No? How come? Doesn't your aunt take you there?" Harry shook his head. "No.. she- well, she never really takes me anywhere. I'm just a waste of space, her words not mine." Tom narrowed his eyes at that. "No your not." Harry then looked over at Tom. "What do you mean?" Tom then scoffed as he pointed his nose up like a posh kid. "Your skinny." Harry almost took offense when he realize that Tom was making a joke. Harry then broke out in fits of giggles, Tom did aswell but only a short chuckle and a small smirk appearing over the boys pretty face.
"So, your not a waste of space." Harry just shook his head but kept smiling and chuckling until it faded. "No, but Dudley's fat, like really fat, like uncle Vernon." Tom then leaned forward. "Really? How fat" Harry smirked as he leaned closer, whispering as if it was a life or death secret. "Like a walrus." That made Tom giggle, Harry followed suite. "No kidding!" Tom gasped as a full on smile appeared on his face, Harry thought it was pretty, Tom should smile often. "Yep! He almost wouldn't fit through the kitchen door. Aunt Petunia had to push him through one time when he ate too much for breakfast."
"Say- where do you live Harry?"
"So you can kidnap me and run? No thanks"
"No I'm serious! Where do you really live?"
Harry debated at that for a moment before relenting, it wouldn't hurt right? Toms nice, as nice as he can be that is. "Surrey." Harry mumbled, like a whisper, if it weren't for Toms high hearing range, he would've missed it. "That's not too far from here." Tom beamed. "Oh.. right." Harry said slowly, he would really like to meet tom but he would get punished for it aswell. He really doesn't want to get another beating from Uncle Vernon, he hasn't even recovered fully from Dudley's beating earlier, much less added to Uncle Vernon's. "A- ah that's nice I suppose.... Um anyway, what do you do for fun?" Harry asked, Tom then hummed again, thinking of what he could tell Harry without scaring him, he really liked the boy, innocent, small, cute, bet he couldn't even hurt a fly. "I like reading." Harry made a face, Tom thought it cute still. "Readings nice and all but for a hobby? That's- that's.... No, something anything, there's gatta be something you enjoy aside from books."
Tom thought again. He did like books, scaring the other kids, especially the older once. "I like... Playing the piano, Mrs.Cole would often make me play it during the masses. Uh- I likeeee... Uh-.... Honestly? I don't know." Tom shrugged making Harry gasped dramatically. "You don't know?! Now that's have to change! I'll show you every games I know, hide and seek, tag- I- I...." Harry stopped making Tom worry for a bit. "What is it?" Harry shook his head, the happy expression gone, he can't have that now can't he. "Is there something wrong Harry?" Harry shook his head again. "Uh- no... I'll-ill show you some of the games I know." Harry said, forcing a tight smile, Tok was not fooled, not even once. "There's obviously something wrong... What is it?" Harry shook his head once more. "You can't tell me can't you?" Harry nodded sullenly. "Ah... Well, I won't force you but if you ever would want to talk I would be glad to." Tom offered making the younger boy brighten a bit.
"So tell me about these games you know...."
Tom and I talked for what seems to be hours upon hours until we both had to leave, or whatever it is we have to do to wake up. They said there goodbyes, and Harry woke up.
Harry then awoke to his cupboard, small light emitting tot he small flaps of the door, Harry yawned as he could hear his aunt Petunia banging on the door, urging him to wake up and flower the garden. Harry sighed, whatever happened, it was nice having company, even if it was just a fragment of his imagination.