Chapter 2
Harry P.O.V.
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The first dream was when I was three. The world was white, except for a large tree. I didn't know how long I sat there, but it hurt to breathe, it hurt so much.
I didn't even realize someone was there until he spoke. "Who are you?" My head jerked up. This kid was big, it was gonna hurt.
The kid walked over to me, "I'm Tom, what's your name?"
"Freak" I whisper looking back down.
"I was trying to be nice!" Tom spat. He clenched his fists, was he gonna hit me?
"You asked for my name," I mumble keeping my eyes trained on his hands. I shouldn't have spoken. Freaks are supposed to be quiet.
"Yeah, and then you called me a freak" he said, looking to the side. What?
"No- no I didn't! I just told you my name" I whisper, it felt like I was shouting.
"...what?" He slowly sat down. Tom took a deep breath, once, twice.
"Freak, that's my name" I repeat louder.
"I guarantee you it's not. We could go with..." he studied me "Hadrian." Tom nodded clearly pleased with himself "just until we find out your real name"
"..I guess" I say, not wanting to upset him.
He gives me a small smile, so I must have done something right. "How old are you? I'm seven"
"Three" I say starting to feel something tugging in my chest. The tugging got stronger and then I was bolting upright in my cupboard.