Getting dizzier now
Back when Harry was five, he noticed that he wasn't only weird. No, he was also special. He wasn't simply different from his peers, he was better than them.
Obviously, Harry's heterochromia already set him apart by default, but to the same extent that it made him special it also made him weird, so it didn't really count.
What really confirmed to Harry that not only was he special, he was also superior, was the sheer power that thrummed in his veins.
Harry didn't really know where his powers came from or how he had them, but those were only secondary questions; what was really important was how Harry could wield the proof of his own superiority
Logically after this discovery, Harry started to train his powers in order to master them; and like most things he did, Harry was successful. Even so, Harry didn't really use them a lot, aside from unlocking his cupboard in order to get more food and making Dudley trip on his own feet whenever he tried to hurt Harry. But that changed when the Dursleys brought him along to the zoo....
But in all fairness, this time Harry hadn't planned anything– It was all sort of on the spot... Anyways, the day had begun relatively fine, which was an absolutely miracle when it came to the Dursleys. Sadly tho, it didn't last, since Dudley decided to annoy Harry early in the morning.
It all began with Dudley whining about how many gifts he had gotten, extremely upset that he'd received two gifts less than last year. Harry had silently scoffed at that; Dudley was whining at two presents less, when only a literal blessing could make Harry receive even one. But oh well, Harry wasn't exactly one to mop around because of his shitty life, so he quickly put on a blank face and ignored the whole affair.
Until Dudley decided to spend 1 entire minute trying to calculate thirty seven plus two.
Harry felt his eye twitch. Really, he could deal with a lot but dumbness just hit a nerve inside him.
And then Dudley kept whining, which annoyed Harry more– So his aunt promised the stupid child two more gifts and Harry felt the urge to maybe strangle the woman.
Really, the only silver lining when it came to Dudley's birthday was the fact that his relatives usually left him either locked in the cupboard or dropped him off at Mrs. Figg. And yeah, Mrs. Figg's house had a terrible smell and Harry hated all those cats, but it was better than having to stay even one fraction of a second with Dudley.
But it seemed that today he couldn't have even that, because the stupid old lady broke her arm or something, and Petunia didn't want to leave him locked away because the neighbors were starting to suspect.
Normally, Harry wouldn't even try to say anything, but he was desperate here; Dudley was being a complete brat today and Harry did not want to spend any more time around him. So he tried to argue with his relatives, even giving the two idiots a few ideas of what to do with him, but none of it worked.
So, that's how Harry had ended up in the damn zoo now, following behind Dudley and his idiotic friend from a safe distance. His uncle had given him a popsicle just for appearance's sake, but Harry knew that his relatives wouldn't dare to do anything against him in public, so he obviously did the sensible thing:
"Lemon?" Harry asked, frowning at his uncle, "But I don't really like lemon..." he said with a slight pout, and Harry felt himself smirk internally when he saw his uncle start to get red.
"You–"
But before his uncle could say anything else, Harry interrupted him by throwing the entire popsicle in the trashcan next to him.
"Oops~ I'm so sorry uncle, I swear it was an accident!" Harry said, pretending to be a bit frantic, eyes open wide and full of unshed tears,
"You won't hit me, right?" Harry said softer now, but it was still loud enough that at least five people around them were able to hear, which was obvious by the way they gasped and whispered.
His uncle's face got redder, and Harry had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop the smile that wanted to appear.
With gritted teeth, Vernon replied, "Haha, of course not, boy! Here, I'll buy another popsicle for you–"
Harry interrupted him again, "Oh but I don't want a popsicle, I want a sundae like Dudley!" He cringed internally at how childish he sounded, but if Harry wanted to convince the people around them that he was just an innocent kid, then this was the best way.
Vernon looked downright murderous, but he still smiled at Harry, "Sure, I'll pick one."
His uncle then bought him the sundae, and Harry briefly thought of letting it fall to the ground just to annoy the fat man more, but he decided not to, it wasn't often he got the chance to eat ice cream after all.
Obviously, Harry was well aware of the threat of punishment hanging just above his head, but he didn't mind much. It wasn't even afternoon yet, so there was a lot of time available for his uncle to completely forget the whole thing. And even if he didn't forget, Harry knew that his punishment was most likely going to be isolation, and he really didn't mind being locked away. All things considered, Harry preferred to stay in his cupboard, away from the Dursleys as long as possible.
After that, the day progressed in relative boredom. Sure, the zoo was kinda cool and Harry liked to see some of the animals, but it wasn't as interesting as most kids seemed to think.
Thankfully, they finally entered the reptile wing, which was by far the most interesting one, since it was full of all kinds of snakes.
For as long as he could remember, Harry had always had a fascination for snakes. Sometimes when he was gardening, very small garden snakes would appear, and Harry always loved when that happened. Especially because he could talk with them, which was another thing that made him special. Once he discovered this ability, Harry also tried to speak to other animals, but sadly he wasn't able to. It seemed he could only understand and be understood by snakes.
Currently, Harry was admiring a beautiful blue snake —A white lipped pit viper, according to the info card on the right side of its enclosure— and wondering if he should talk to it, when he was distracted by his cousin, banging on the glass panel of another enclosure.
Harry looked at the enclosure, seeing a massive snake inside. Considering the size, he guessed it was probably a boa-constrictor or something, Harry didn't know for sure since he only had been able to get his hands on a book about snakes recently, so he didn't know a lot just yet.
Seeing his stupid cousin banging on the glass panel made Harry pity the poor creature inside. It was probably a hellish experience to have to deal with gawking idiots and snotty children all day.
That gave him an idea.
Harry smiled wickedly at the thought, and he was sure that he could feel Tom's distant enjoyment too.
Harry controlled his smile and put on a blank mask, walking to Dudley's side,
"Whatcha doing?" He said with a friendly tone, just enough to make his cousin momentarily forget that Harry was Harry and that he hated him.
"Trying to get the stupid thing to move." Dudley said and banged on the glass again.
Harry hummed, "Y'know, maybe I can help."
Dudley looked at him inquisitively and Harry smiled, before turning towards the boa and speaking to it, "Hello. Sorry to bother, but how about we make a deal?"
He saw Dudley's eyes widen when the snake hissed back, "Your kind's mere existence already bothers me, spit it out." The boa constrictor said gruffly and Harry had to resist the urge to kill the damn thing. God, he hated disrespectful people-
"You move a little and then I'll open this window. When the fat kid beside me falls in you strangle him."
The boa hissed lazily, "And why should I do that instead of just leaving?"
Harry's smile widened, "I'm sure you've been itching to murder at least one of these stupid kids that come by, why not kill this one? You can easily leave afterwards, after all, everyone will be too busy panicking to even notice you."
Dudley still had his mouth hanging open, watching Harry with a certain awe. The snake gave him one final hiss of agreement and Harry looked back at his cousin,
"It'll move now." Harry said still smiling, and then the snake moved slightly, slithering around the enclosure.
Dudley leaned on the glass again and Harry took a few steps back, away from the cage. He then concentrated on the energy that seemed to be spread inside his body and around him, repeating over and over again what he wanted it to do: Vanish the glass panel.
Harry felt it spread through him, that mysterious energy flowing through his body like electricity and leaving a fluttery feeling behind. Every time he used his power to do bigger things, like teleport or vanish objects, it always seemed to leave his body with a sudden burst, making him feel dizzy and lightheaded. Normally, the sensation would bother him, but Harry loved the dizziness that came whenever he used his power; it was addicting somehow.
Then the glass vanished with a sudden pop, and Dudley fell right inside the snake's den.