Fraudulent

Harry stared around the room.
Blinking across the blurry surroundings. Trying to take in the equipment around him.
He couldn't see anything very well. Not that Harry was surprised.
Before he'd been taken Harry had worn a very outdated prescription of glasses. They had only made his eye sight worse, in hindsight. But he had taken what he'd been given.

Not that he'd been given much.

With his relatives, or with his capture.

Pulling at the plugs across his body, Harry heard as three machines beeped. One with a loud, quick session of noise. One with a flat sound. And another screaming at him.
Harry ignored them, slipping from the bed. His knees wobbling underneath him as Harry lowered himself to the floor.
His hands and knees crawling as Harry slipped underneath the bed. Where it was dark, cold and familiar.

Harry laid his cheek on the floor as the door slammed open. He heard as footsteps ran into the room. Frantic; Harry supposed.
He didn't really care. Harry was rather indifferent as that strange language was used again. Talking to one another.

"...gone... call..."
"...he's...how...couldn't walk..."

Harry could only make fragments, his ears long deaf to the sound of other human beings. Footsteps paced around the room; until the cover was lifted from the bed.
Harry met eyes with another blurry figure. Before a crooning, deep voice came.
Harry twitched at the sound of the man's voice as the footsteps slowed to a stop.

From what Harry could see, the man was very... what was the word? Handsome.
He had black curly hair, styled on top of his head. A stray curl falling across his forehead. Into deep eyebrows that caressed against long eyelashes.
His hands were large, fingers spindly as he reached for Harry.
Harry didn't react, allowing the man's large warm hand to wrap around his bicep. Pulling him out from under the cold, familiar dark place.

Harry blinked rapidly as two adults swarmed him and the handsome man. His pale large hands cupping tenderly underneath Harry's arms to slip him completely from underneath the bed.

"...doing under there?"
"Hiding." The man above Harry crooned.

Harry knew that word well.
Hiding.
His uncle had always used it when visitors would come.

"Hide the boy." He'd bark at Petunia. "Can't let anyone see him."

Harry tilted his head back, only to be met with deep brown eyes. Harry blinked as those narrowed eyes softened upon their contact.

"...stand... Harry..?"

Harry gave no reaction to his name. Having not heard it in so long.
He always remembered being called 'boy' or 'freak'. His teachers called him 'Potter' rather than 'Harry'.
Harry was not used to his name as the man called his name again.

"Harry...?"
"...doesn't... understand..."

Harry blinked away from the brown-eyed man. Turning to stare at an older gentleman.
His auburn hair greying. His beard grown against his aging face. Deep blue eyes boring down at Harry.

Harry turned, slipping down to the brown-eyed man's lap as he slipped away from the older man's boring gaze.
It was like he could read Harry's mind.

Harry didn't like it.

When Harry turned, he came in contact with a white coat. As he looked up at that white coat, he came to a lady.
Her eyes a misty blue —kind and caring. Like a mother's, Harry supposed. Though he hardly knew what a mother's gaze looked like.
Harry stared at her; looking at her blonde hair tied into a messy knot on the top of her head. Her skin pale, yet youthful with full lips.

"...Tom... up... talk..."
Harry turned from the kind-eyed woman as the man slipped Harry carefully from his lap. Placing him upright before he stood.

Harry blinked away from the woman, turning to the brown-eyed man. He froze, eyes dropping as they prepared to blink away the blindly lights.
Instead, Harry's chin rose. And rose. Until his entire head was dangling backward. Staring as the brown-eyed man walked near the door with the aged man.

He was... tall.
Tall. Harry knew that tall.
Tall —so tall.
Harry stared at that giant form.

Yes; giant.

Harry knew a giant man.
He stared at this giant man.

"Harry...?"
Harry didn't react to his name being called. Even as the melodic voice called for his attention.

He stared at this giant man. Taking in his big blurry form.
A finger tip came to his chin. Harry flinched violently away. Scrambling from the touch, crawling back underneath the bed.

"Harry..!... Riddle... help..."

Riddle; the name rang across Harry's brain.
He blinked rapidly as the darkness was taken away from him once again.
That same hand reached for him.

Harry stared at that hand.
He'd felt that hand reach for him before.

He reached forward, grabbed that hand. Allowed it to pull him into the giant man with his brown eyes and curly hair.
Harry slid to his knees, looping his arms around the man's neck.

Harry tightened his grip when the man's large hands tugged gently at his sides. Requesting to let go.
Harry wouldn't.

He wouldn't go back to that room.
He wouldn't let another... he won't go back to that room.

Harry shook his head vehemently when the aged man came into his eye line. His lips moving with the familiar words.

"Let go..."

No, Harry would not let go.
Not of the giant man.

He won't let go of the giant man.

"Tom..." The aged man sighed.
"It's... Albus."

The name registered.
Albus; he was the old man with the boring blue eyes and aging face.

Harry didn't like Albus. Albus saw too much with his blue eyes.

The large hands tugged at Harry's sides once more. Harry didn't let go.
Long arms wrapped around his body. Tightly holding Harry to the giant man. His grip squeezing with an undertone of reassurance.

Harry didn't like his hold.

"...questions... maybe... testing..."
"...McGonagall... help... therapy."
"Drawing... best... boy can..."

Harry shuddered at the name 'boy'. He didn't like that name.

'Boy'.

Uncle Vernon ripped at his hair with a meaty fist. Throwing Harry into his cupboard. Slamming the door close, and locking it viciously.
"You'll think about what you've done, boy!"

"Question later... now... Harry..."

Harry felt as he was lifted off the floor. Rested on to the bed he'd awoken on.

Alone.
Left to be. Forgotten.

The giant man tried to pull away from Harry. He didn't let him.

"Harry, let go."
He shook his head.

"He's... attached... you, Tom."
"It's... common... Riddle... save... Potter..."

A large hand ran across Harry's back. Sending shivers down his spine. Panic, fear coiling in his stomach.

The man.
The giant man.
Harry's giant man.

He was the giant man.

Harry's grip tightened. He could feel the giant man bend further as he tried to accommodate Harry's sitting position on the lifted bed.
He buried into the man's coat. Sniffing at the leather and vanilla scent. Harry had never gotten close enough to the giant man to smell him.
He'd never imagine the giant man to smell so fresh, and friendly. It was unnervingly comforting. Like his voice, and his looks.

Harry knew the man was inviting; but his smell and voice? He had hoped those were nasty things.
Why the giant man had never tried to come close to Harry. Harry had been close to him plenty of times to try and escape —but he'd never been close enough to smell him.
The giant mans leg was long as he kicked him into the corner furthest from the door.

Why was he nice now?
Harry wondered, shuddering with fear as the man's fingers slipped down his spine soothingly.

Harry could feel his breath, lips moving as the giant man talked with Albus and the friendly lady.
He didn't let go as the man's fingers kept running down his back. Coaxing him to relax.
Harry wouldn't relax. Not with the giant man. He couldn't go back to that room. He wouldn't let the giant man put him back into that room.

"...machines..."
The three noises stopped. The machines went silent.

Harry didn't like the silence that descended with the machines. Silence was no one's friend. Harry knew.
He'd tried to talk to it before. Only to be ignored. Ignored. Harry was always ignored.
The giant man touched his hair. Harry flinched. The fingers retracted from his hair. Harry didn't like the giant man touching him. He didn't like the kindness the giant man was trying to use to trick him again.

Harry had fell for that trick once. When he was living with his relatives. Harry was not going to fall for that trick again.
He wouldn't relax. He wouldn't... wouldn't...

A sting came to his arm. Harry winced, only for the giant man's fingers to wrap around his shoulder. Keeping him still.
A shushing sound coming from his lips; deep, soothing.

"...work... soon..."

What will work soon?
Harry's heart thumped as the blurry images around him became more than blurry images.
His mind became foggy.
He could feel his grip loosen on the giant man.

No.
No!

Harry tried to hold on as the giant man continued to run his fingers across Harry's back nicely.
Coaxing him. Dancing across his skin.

Harry's eyes drooped as the giant man leaned him back on the bed.
No. Harry wouldn't fall asleep.
He couldn't fall asleep when this man... The giant man will put him back into the room. The dark room. The cold room. The room with his one book and cold meals. The room Harry tried to kill himself in.
Harry couldn't... he wouldn't...

A dizzying fog came across his mind. Blurring his thoughts. Until there were no thoughts. And his eyes were closed.
The giant man slipped Harry's arms from his neck, placing them gently onto the bed.

"Narcissa," The giant man looked at Narcissa. "Don't do that again."
"It was necessary."
"No." He said, "It wasn't."