Summer.
Harry looked at the Scar the Basilisk had left on his Arm a few Weeks ago, it was red and jagged. Since the Basilisk was already Blind its aim was fairly bad, while Fawks Tears neutralised the Venom it did nothing against the Scars, physical and mental.
In the Back of his Mind Harry wondered why he had done it. He was a Survivor not a Saviour. Before Hogwarts he was never this reckless, he did not read as little. Harry has always loved knowledge. No one could take it from him.
Ever since meeting Ron on the Train things had changed, but why? Every time Harry wants to Read Hermione comes over and takes the Book out of his Hands, saying it was too high level for him or some other excuse. It didn’t make sense.
His Mind also felt muddy. Almost like he is constantly on ADHD Meds without needing them, making his Brain sleep. Maybe he could go to Gringotts-
His Uncle Vernon’s Snoring broke Harry out of the Train of thought, right it was already Night. They had forgotten to give him food again, or just decided he didn’t deserve any for being a ‘Freak’. Harry sighed and mumbled quietly to himself,
“Well seems like I'll have to get myself some food on my own then.”
Harry stood up and walked over to the door of his ‘Bedroom’, really it was more like a small Prison with Bars on the Window like last Year, a broken dresser in the Corner and a shabby old mattress in the Corner of the Room. He had to let Hedwig go fend for herself, he didn’t want her caged up all Summer with the possibility of Vernon or Dudley hurting her.
He concentrated on the Lock of the Door, pouring a bit of magic into it, wishing for it to unlock. It obeyed after not even 30 Seconds.
Harry has a Gift, he is special. Since learning he is a Wizard he realised if he concentrated enough, he could ask his magic for anything.
Silently Harry makes his way down the stairs of Number 4 Private Drive, adjusting his steps as to not make the stair creek. Harry is surprised they have not yet given out under Vernon’s Weight. He remembers having some Nightmares about it back when he was still living under the stairs, that one Day Vernon would fall through and break him under his weight.
Once Harry reaches the Kitchen, he starts manoeuvring through the Kitchen making himself 2 Sandwiches and taking some of the left-over Hash Browns from the Fridge. Petunia would simply assume Dudley had a Night Time snack. He also snatches 5 pounds from his Uncles Wallet which the Man left on the Counter.
He glances at the Calendar and freezes seeing the Circled Date, Marge is coming. Tomorrow. That is going to be a Disaster. Harry hates her with a Passion, she has quite the knack for hitting his sore spots and then getting away with it...
But not this time. No Harry is a Wizard, he is Special. He will not let her talk badly about his Parents again.
Harry takes a deep breath, it is the 7th August. She is coming for the 9th then, a Sunday. Usually, she stays for around 3 Days. From what Harry has read ‘accidental Magic’ is still possible at 12-13 so he will not get in trouble. Especially because he won’t be using his wand but perhaps an offering to Hermes for Luck would help as well. Just to be sure.
Harry walks back up to his ‘Room’ and locks the Door behind himself, setting down his Food gently. After making sure he can still hear Vernon snoring he reaches out with his Magic and speaks the words, his Voice is quiet but filled with Magic and Harmony
“Hear me, Hermes, Messenger of Zeus, Son of Maia, God of Trade, Thievery and Cunning. Overseer of Luck and Projection, “
Harry pulls out a small Ritual knife, making a small cut on his finger, holding his bleeding Hand upwards.
“I gift you a piece of myself in the hope of receiving your Protection and Cunning in my Plan to punish my aunt for hurting what is mine and the memory of my passed Parents”
Harry closes his eyes for a few Moments when a small ball of pure light appears and takes one drop of Harry’s Blood, seemingly nodding at Harry before Vanishing.
With that Harry passes out on the Floor in a Dreamless sleep, yet there is a small smile on his Face, knowing his prayers have been heard and answered.
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The Next Morning Harry wakes up to banging at the Door and Vernon screaming.
“BOY! You are better up! Or you won’t even have a Mattress to sleep on tonight!”
Harry hears Vernon thumbing away, the ground shaking a bit under his sheer weight, slowly he gets up, his Mind feeling sharper, like before Hogwarts. He grabs his Glasses and gets dressed in fresh clothes, that look somewhat decent on him.
Downstairs he can hear Petunia making Breakfast as she always likes to do Sundays, slowly he walks downstairs, he gets given a piece of dry bread while the others have a full English Breakfast. After finishing Vernon turns to Harry.
“Boy, you will stay in your Room, understood? You will not leave it while Marge is here. My poor Sister does not have to endure your Freakiness.”
Gently Harry pushes against his Uncles Mind giving him a gentle compulsion.
“Uncle Vernon, shouldn’t I be completely out of the House?”
Vernon gets a slightly dazed look for a Moment before nodding.
“Yes, that is even better, it seems as if you are not as stupid as you act. Just leave and do not come back until we say so, Freak.”
“Verni-” Petunia speaks up “Are you sure we should let that Freak go? Who knows what he will do.”
“But Aunt Petunia,” says Harry sending her too, a gentle Compulsion “Would it not be easier to just give me my stuff and kick me out? Imagen then Dudley could have his second bedroom back and you would no longer live with a Freak in the Same House, nobody to stain your Perfect Reputation.”
“Oh yes, that would be good.”
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20 Minutes later Harry is standing outside of Number 4 Private Drive, his trunk shrunken in his pocket with all his Belongings, he also has around 20 pounds that he stole from his uncle.
Harry puts on his Invisibility Cloak and climbs on the Roof of the House, now all he has to do is wait until Marge arrives in the Evening.
In the late Noon a yellow Taxi arrived in front of Number 4 Private Drive, out waddles a Red faced, large Woman, Marge Eileen Dursley. By her side is her Bulldog Ripper. A small thing and quite over weight from being coddled and spoiled by his Owner.
Harry watches from the Roof, his gaze dark. He has decided he will give Marge one more chance. If she holds her Tongue she’ll be allowed to keep it, if not? Well Harry is sure there are some Potions that require Human organs to work.
Harry has had Time to think, he is fairly sure something was or is wrong with him, ever since he got Hermes blessing for the Day everything has been clearer, more normal. He has decided to go to Gringotts once he is done with Marge, the Goblin’s are Neutral and Harry is part of the Potter House. One of the Oldest in History, they would surely be able to help. He would like to talk about his Finances with them anyways.
Marge enters the House and Harry follows, unnoticed by anyone. Petunia is in the Kitchen making a Grand Feast. Vernon is greeting Marge and Dudley is already asking for his Gift from her without even saying Hello.
Marge makes a big show out of Gifting Dudley a Aero Plane Toy that actually flies with a Remote. The plane is the newest model and obviously quite pricey. Dudley gets excited like a Blob Fish. Dudley runs off without even saying ‘Thank you’ ripping open the packaging and trying out the Plane in the Garden. Harry being a bit spiteful, makes the Plane shake, holds it down and makes it crash land with his Magic.
Dudley, being who he is. Of course, starts wailing and complaining with all 3 Adults suddenly mad at the Toy Plane like it has a Consciousness. In the End Marge promises Dudley to get him something better.
Soon enough they all sit down for dinner, not even half a glass of Wine in and Marge starts being Stupid.
“Vernon, where is the Boy? Did you finally kick him out?”
“Yes” Vernon answers “Just this Morning. The little freak has destroyed our Normality long enough.”
“Good for You!” Marge grins “Finally you got Rid of him! You have taken pity on that ungrateful Brat long enough little Brother. It is not like he would have ever been anything either way, with how his Parents where” Marge makes a disgusted face “Disgusting drunken freaks.”
Marge does not realise that she is digging her own Grave as Harry’s Magic slowly starts building up and up, getting more and more Violent. With a sigh Harry releases his Magic in a strong powerful blast, knocking everyone away and out before leaving the scene promptly. Leaving the Dursley Family to their Fate. Whatever it may be.
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Meanwhile in the Headmaster Office at Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore gets notified that the Blood Wards around The Dursley House have been severely disturbed. Once he arrives all he sees is a half-destroyed House and a few Ambulances. But there is no trace of Harry Potter.
Albus lost Harry Potter.