Transcendence Through The Looking Glass

September 29th 1989

Today should've been like any other day really. But something was noticeably different or so Harry thought anyway. Vernon had been all but glaring at him as soon as he was let out of the cupboard.  His Aunt had been side eyeing him as well. It made Harry very upset, their paying attention to him was never a good thing. Did they know about his trips at night? Had they noticed the missing food? No...it had to be something else. If they knew Harry had not doubt, he'd have been punished immediately otherwise.

The only one who didn't seem off was Dudley. He was still shoveling eggs and bacon in his mouth not even closing it properly. Something was going to happen he just knew it. His Aunt never made breakfast when Harry himself was available to do so. The silence seemed almost deafening as a result. His Aunt finally broke the silence.

"Duddykins, after breakfast make sure your bags are packed. I don't want to have to rush pack at the last minute. We're leaving after you get home from school today." Petunia said. 

Harry always secretly hated her voice or at least when she talked to Dudley. Was it a mother thing to always talk to your child like that? He'd heard mothers in the park 'baby' talk actual babies. Dudley was his age, and she still talked in that tone to him.

"That's right son we're going on a little trip for the weekend." Vernon said.

A trip was that why they were suddenly so 'attentive' with his presence today?

"Darling deal with the freak before he's off to school. Make sure he knows what's expected of him." Vernon said, glaring at Harry.

Harry looked down and continued scrubbing the skillet. He tuned them out as each left the table for upstairs.

"Boy!" 

Harry looked up to see his aunt on the other side of the counter. She had a hand on her hip and an annoyed look on her face.

"Sorry mam, I was minding my business cleaning up." Harry said, meekly.

He was looking at one of her ears. Harry learned a long time ago it was better not to meet their eyes. Especially not Vernon's gaze, he'd have taken it as a challenge or even as disrespect. It was Harry's way of looking near their face. But not actually at it...besides people's eyes were always strange. If you looked deep enough one could read so much in a person's eyes. Harry need not look into his relative's eyes to see what they think and feel. Percival was teaching him how to be more aware of the way people moved. How to read facial expressions and more important than anything else. How to avoid triggering his aunt and uncle, for the first time in a while Harry didn't have bruises. Not a single one...he even applied it to Dudley and his friends. Out of sight out of mind.... never challenge...and be aware. Percival said since Harry couldn't protect himself properly yet. That it was best not to 'challenge' the status quo. To do everything in his very limited power not to be in pain.

"Vernon's boss has several of his high-ranking staff going to a meeting. He's trying to decide who the next person to be promoted is. We're invited with your uncle to an all expenses paid trip. We're leaving tonight and coming back Tuesday morning. For obvious reasons you can't come with us. Mrs. Figg isn't available to watch you, something about a hip replacement surgery. So, we have to leave you here at the house. There will be a list of chores that had better be done before we return. I will leave some food and drink for you out. But don't expect anything more than bread. And no one is to enter this house do you hear me? Not a single damn person! If anyone asks at school, you're staying with Mrs. Figg. If they still aren't satisfied tell them we're staying at The Mandalay Hotel in Guildford. Get ready for school now, today is the only day we will drop you off and pick you up." Petunia said, her voice stern.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry replied.

He kept his head down and left the sink not bothering to dry his hands. The sooner he obeyed the less angry they became. He ducked into the cupboard and resisted the urge to jump up and down. This was the absolute perfect timing! It couldn't have been any better if he'd planned it himself. Not wanting to jinx his good fortune Harry hurried to change. There was always the chance they could change their minds. But Harry doubted it immensely, there were reasons why he couldn't go. First his aunt had literally shot herself in the foot. She spent so much time calling Harry a 'criminal delinquent'. That nobody but Mrs. Figg would watch him. And secondly his uncle's boss didn't know about the 'other' child. He had no doubt the room was booked for three not four. Plus, Harry would be considered an embarrassment to them. His freakishness would surely be noticed by the good normal well to do people.

But still things in Harry's life didn't always work out the way he wanted. Otherwise, every wish he'd ever wished on his birthday would've come true. He'd always wished for a new family...that the Dursley's would just leave him somewhere. And some kind loving family would find him and adopt him. But wishes were...just fairytales they never came true. Or at least none of his had anyway. After packing his homework, he went to stand by the door. Today was going to be a long day...

Mid afternoon 

Harry had always liked school; it was like a reprieve from his family. That and he got to eat food if only for one meal of the day. But today Harry actually hated school! It was taking forever dragging on and on. He wished Percival and Loki were here with him. At least then he'd have someone to talk to. Glaring at the chalkboard sullenly he opened his history textbook. It was all pointless really. If their plan succeeded Harry wouldn't be going to a no-maj school anymore.

He reminded himself to act as normal as possible. If anything, suspicious happened today he could kiss his opportunity away. Excitement still bubbled in his stomach as he tried to pay attention. Despite his best effort his eyes wandered out the window. Soon... he whispered longingly.

Later that day

Vernon was waiting on the curb outside their school. His face was pinched and red...it could honestly be anything that set him off. Not necessarily about Harry really, but it was hard not to think that way. The man could go from happy to pissed the moment he looked at Harry. But his uncle was also one of those people with road rage. Slipping into the back seat as quietly as possible, Harry tried to remain as invisible as possible. His Uncle did glare at him through the rearview mirror. But by some miracle said nothing to Harry as they both waited. Dudley was chatting with his friends in a semicircle up the sidewalk.

Dudley didn't seem inclined at all to move it any faster. After another few minutes of silence his uncle blew his horn noisily. Dudley finally taking a hint jogged up to the side getting in the front seat.

"Sorry dad they had questions about our trip later." Dudley mumbled, buckling his seatbelt.

"It's okay son, networking is really important. The earlier you start it the better your odds are for the future. Especially if the people in question are rich. The more they like you the better your chances are to move up. More job opportunities and most importantly their social circles. But today we are on a schedule and can't wait for such niceties. If we want to make it to Guildford before dinner." Vernon said, gruffly.

He beeped his horn and made a rude gesture to a man who cut him off. As much as Harry hated to admit it that wasn't actually a bad idea. But kissing that much butt didn't appeal to Harry in the slightest. Call him weird if you want, but Harry would just like to have friends. Anything was better than how his life was now. Plus, Harry actually wanted to deserve his spot. To actually work for it rather than kiss butt. But then Harry was used to working for everything he had. Dudley on the other hand was coddled by his parents. Percival said if they didn't stop treating Dudley that way. Then Dudley might never grow up or even learn to think for himself properly. That he'd always have to rely on his parents or friends. Dudley didn't even have chores! He just sat around all day eating, playing games, or terrorizing Harry or the other kids. Harry doubted Dudley had a realistic view on what life should be.

Not that Harry did...but at least he knew to expect nothing for free. Vernon pulled up to the driveway and led them both into the house.

"Oh, there's my baby! Go change and get your things okay pookiebear." Petunia said, her voice sickly sweet.

Vernon had long since went up the stairs. Dudley backed out of his mother's embrace and thundered up the stairs.

"Boy, come to the kitchen now." Petunia snapped.

Following and keeping his gaze down he went into the kitchen. The kitchen looked decidedly different than it did before school. His Uncle must've been very busy. The cabinets and refrigerator all had locks on them. 

"Your food allotment is here. All of the upstairs rooms will be locked as well. Except for the bathroom, we can't have you stinking up the place while we're gone. This is your chores list for the weekend. We'll know if you do anything you're not supposed to." Petunia said.

Harry idly wondered how they would know if he did do something.

She walked off after glaring at him one last time. A half loaf of bread and two water bottles sat on the counter. A two-page list front to back of chores was sitting next to it. Harry looked around before grinning. Now all he had to do was wait patiently. He went back to his cupboard and changed into a sweatshirt and oversized jeans. He left his shoes in the cupboard and went back for his chores list. Harry decided that it would be best to start it while they were still here. Once they left it would be a different story. But for now, avoidance and invisibility would be his friends.

Glancing at the list he grabbed the vacuum cleaner and went to the living room. After thoroughly vacuuming the floor and under the furniture. Harry stored away the vacuum and got the glass cleaner, a rag, and his step ladder from the kitchen. He had just started cleaning a windowpane, when he saw his aunt's reflection. He pretended not notice her as he continued cleaning the window. Thundering steps came down the staircase. Vernon loudly told Dudley to slow down on the stairs since he was carrying that many items. After another few minutes of waiting. Harry saw Vernon's reflection in the window next to his aunt. She whispered something at him before tugging on Vernon's arm. He saw his aunt get into their car Dudley following close behind. He saw his uncle open the trunk and start loading their bags up. 

Finishing the window, he was on Harry moved to the next knowing Vernon was watching still. After what felt like forever the man finally got in the car. As they pulled out of the driveway. Harry grinned, now he only had to be precautious. It would be just like his uncle to circle the block and look to make sure Harry was still working. He still had plenty of time to do what he needed. Today was Friday night and they won't return until Tuesday morning. After finishing the windows in the living room, he put away the supplies. Glancing at the clock only a half an hour had passed.

Finally feeling safe enough to do so. Harry went to get Percival's box to tell him the good news. After grabbing the box, he sat down at the kitchen table. Opening the lid and focusing his magic. The runes lit up and Percival's face appeared.

"Harry, how was your day?" Percival asked.

Harry grinned excitedly.

"They left Percival!" Harry shouted, excitedly.

Percival blinked and looked at him strangely.

"Harry, what do you mean they left?" Percival asked, his voice strange.

Harry frowned thoughtfully.

"Not like that Percival. My Uncle went on a business trip they won't be back until Tuesday morning." Harry said, cheerily.

Why wasn't Percival happy? This was a good thing, right? Percival's face turned annoyed...or was it anger? Did Harry do something wrong? Percival must've noticed Harry staring, because his face became soft again.

"I'm not mad at you Harry. I'm mad at your relatives nobody should be leaving a child unattended for that length of time. It's certainly not normal, but it is fortuitous none the less." Percival replied, thoughtfully.

Good Harry almost thought Percival was mad at him.

"So where do we start?" Harry asked.

This was one of the few times Harry had ever been left alone. He'd rarely had free time in the past. 

"We can start our plan tomorrow. Why don't you just relax for a change? They always make you work and never let you have any fun. We won't be here when they return. So, what's the harm in taking the rest of the day to relax?" Percival asked.

Harry hummed as he thought about what to do. 

"Okay, but I have to shut the box. Unless we want Loki loose sooner than we're planning." Harry said.

Percival nodded as Harry shut the lid. Relax...how did one relax? He'd seen Dudley and Vernon do a whole lot of nothing before. But he definitely wasn't going to use them as role models. Frowning Harry decided to walk into the kitchen. Eyeing each locked cabinet, he gave a small smile at the challenge. There would be time to unlock the cabinets tomorrow or the next day. For now, Harry just wanted the refrigerator open. There was no way he was going to eat stale bread if he didn't have to. It took meeting Percival to know that things weren't normal. For the longest time Harry had thought everyone's relatives were like his. It took Percival teaching him how to observe people that he finally realized. He'd go to school or to the park and watch the people.

None of the other kids had bruises...but then the other kids had actual parents. Still, he watched the way the parents behaved. None of them acted like his aunt and uncle. And none of those kids looked like Harry. Not a single one looked starved or afraid. None of the parents called them freaks...It wasn't until Harry started attending school actively that he even knew his full name! All his aunt and uncle ever called him was freak or boy. They never called him by his full name, Mrs. Figg had called him Harry. But nobody told him what his middle or last name was. Realizing that the way the Dursley's did things that were wrong was eye opening. It even made him a little angry! The question that played over and over in his mind. Why? Why did they hate him so much? Was it something he did? What had he ever done to deserve this treatment?

Feeling annoyed about the whole train of thought. Harry instead decided to unlock the fridge door. After the barest of moments, the lock clicked open and fell to the ground with a thunk. Unwrapping the chains he let those too fall to the ground as well. Opening the fridge, he browsed the contents before shutting it. Percival said to relax and try anything he'd been denied. Opening the freezer he saw a container of chocolate ice cream. There was a lot of foods Harry had never been allowed to eat. And ice cream was one of them. Deciding to give it a try he grabbed a spoon. Heading back to the living room Harry sat his snack down. Now where was the remote? After looking around he came to one conclusion only. That the Dursley's had hidden it. Unlike his uncle and cousin Harry wasn't lazy or stupid. He could turn it on by the switches on the front. Did they really think so little of him...right that was a dumb thought. Of course they did, switching on the telly he flipped to the cartoon channel Dudley watched.

He watched a show called Huxley Pig; it was obviously about a pig named Huxley who was friends with a seagull named Sam. Anyway, Huxley got a magic set from his granny. And daydreams about being a magician on a variety show. Harry only managed to eat a little of the ice cream. But it was still delicious and resolved to try other flavors in the future. Finding he'd had enough of that. Harry decided to grab some clothes for bed. A ratty gray t-shirt and some baggy light pants. Heading to the bathroom Harry found it untouched. Clearly his uncle hadn't bothered to lock anything in here.

Harry hadn't had a bath since he was a baby. Or so he had presumed since he could only remember cold showers. Either way Harry decided that a relaxing soak was in order. Using liberal amounts of his aunt's bubble bath. Harry watched the water run not caring about the level. If he made a mess...all well. Harry had already decided to leave the house a wreck. Knowing full well his aunt would have to clean it up. After stripping and cautiously getting in Harry practically melted. Grabbing a handful of bubbles, he blew them in the air. Giggling Harry just played with the bubbles. He'd always have to clean up the mess Dudley made while playing. And honestly, he could see why...this was fun. After a bit he closed his eyes and peacefully laying there.

After a while he got out and dried off quickly. Slipping his night clothes on he looked at the mirror. Grabbing the toothpaste, he climbed up until he could reach it. Thinking of some of the swear words he'd heard. Grinning he spelled 'Fuck you' in minty green paste. Just one of the many things he was going to leave behind. Going downstairs he opened his cupboard up. Grabbing one of his books he came back to the living room. It was one of the ones Harry had kept from the attic. Grabbing a pillow and soft blanket kept for Dudley's friends he set up the couch. Harry was going to sleep out in the living area. Yeah, he'd thought about using one of the beds upstairs. But he honestly didn't want to sleep in any of those rooms. The couch was infinitely more comfortable than his cot. Turning off all the lights but the lamp near his feet. Harry cracked his book open 'The Secret Garden'.

Harry felt a strange sort of kinship with the main character Mary Lennox. He too was an unwanted unloved child with no parents. But that was as far as the comparison went. Mary sometimes acted like Dudley. Entitled and never told the word 'no'. He only made it to the part where the British soldiers showed up. Before his eyes drooped and the book fell from his hands.

September 30th, 1989

Harry awoke startled and disoriented at where he was. Remembering what had happened Harry smiled looking for his glasses. Finding them on the floor he slipped them on his nose yawning. Grabbing Percival's box, he went into the kitchen and left it on the table. Looking at the fridge's contents again he fleshed out breakfast ideas. It was a good thing his aunt hadn't given up on Dudley eating healthy.

Or there would be nothing edible for Loki to eat. Today was the day Percival promised they would talk about their plan. Cracking two eggs Harry fried some scrambled eggs. Popping two pieces of toast into the toaster. After serving up his plate, Harry heated some hot water in a kettle. He grabbed a packet of mint tea from his aunt's supply. Of course he had to unlock that cabinet first. But he thought it was worth the effort in the end. His Aunt always drank this tea when her stomach was upset. Harry was going to try to eat as much as he could. Hopefully the tea would make it easier to keep down. He'd slowly increased the amount of food he ate. But he hadn't eaten a full meal yet. Percival said it would take time to get his body used to it. But it still frustrated him having to deal with the nausea afterwards.

Taking a bowl down from the cabinet he'd unlocked. He grabbed another packet of carrot sticks. Opened a bag of leaf lettuce/spinach mix he made a small salad. Taking it to the table he went back for two glasses. A teacup for himself and one of his uncle's whiskey glasses filled with cold water. After setting his tea to steep he opened Percival's box.

"Morning Harry, how was your night?" Percival asked.

"It was better once I started to just do whatever I wanted. I tried ice cream for the first time ever! It was chocolate and really yummy! Then I took a bath and played with all the bubbles! They never let me do that. I watched the telly and actually sort of liked the cartoons. Oh, and I read this book and got a couple chapters in. Then I fell asleep on the couch, which is super comfortable." Harry replied, enthusiastically.

Percival chuckled as Harry described his night.

"So, what are we going to do today?" Harry asked.

"Well, I was thinking, and I believe Monday is the perfect day to leave. Hopefully by then I can teach you a feather light charm wandlessly. Today I think Loki should help you gather supplies up. Remember we can't take a whole lot, but we can take some small things. Tomorrow night we can get some food together for your trip." Percival said.

Eating a slice of toast slowly Harry nodded thoughtfully. A happy squeak made Harry drop his toast grinning. Loki's head popped out from under Percival's collar. He looked at Harry before springing off of Percival's shoulder. And wiggling his way through the mirror. Loki tumbled out into Harry's cupped hands. Tickling Loki's tummy several odd coins popped out of his pouch. Percival said they were galleons and knuts flew out onto the table. Harry quickly sat Loki down in his 'salad' before grabbing the coins. Once in his pocket Harry watched Loki snuffle around. Before sitting on his butt eating a spinach leaf.

Smiling Harry finished his toast and sipped on his tea. Harry tried to eat his eggs but only made it through a few spoonsful. He watched Percival's face as the man watched Loki. A small smile graced his lips as Loki brandished a carrot stick like a sword. Harry giggled as Loki tripped over the stick tail over feet. Beady black eyes glared at the offending stick before Loki bit a chunk off. Harry couldn't help it he laughed at the little Niffler. Loki climbed out of the bowl his little feet dangling as he thumped down on the table. Harry was glad he picked a shorter glass. On tiny toes Loki held himself up and slightly over the edge. Loki slurped down half the glass before letting go.

"Okay Percival, my tiny partner in crime is going to mess up the house with me!" Harry said.

"Alright just remember that we still have to learn something today. Have fun and remember they can't hurt you for any mischief." Percival said, smiling.

Harry nodded grinning enthusiastically. Closing the box, he scooped Loki up cradling him to his chest. Petting Loki's head, he whispered to him about how much fun they'd have together. Running up the stairs he stood outside of Dudley's room. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside. 

"Okay Loki time to come out and play. Go get me plenty of shiny things!" 

Harry put Loki on the floor of the room. The room was so messy it already looked ransacked. Loki's nose twitched and his butt wiggled. He shot out at a run tiny nails clicked on the floorboards. Harry just sat down wanting to watch Loki at work. Clothes came flying out of the dresser as Loki went from drawer to drawer. Hopping down Loki disappeared under Dudley's bed. Toys, trash, and shoes came flying out from underneath. Loki made a dash for the closet sniffing around it. But nothing in the closet had garnered his attention. Harry grabbed Dudley's red baseball cap. It might come in handy for the trip. Putting it in his pocket Harry fished out a galleon coin. Loki stopped in the middle of the room looking around. Harry waved the coin around until Loki saw. Running at him Loki grabbed at the coin and nipped his fingers.

Grabbing his scruff Harry went past the guest bedroom and to his aunt and uncle's room. The padlock dropped to the floor as the door squeaked open. Harry grinned as he climbed on the bed. Harry had never had a bed to jump on before. So, he sat Loki on the bed too and bounced around. Loki bounced around a bit before jumping down and heading for his aunt's vanity mirror. Grinning Harry helped Loki get to the top where he knew his aunt's jewelry was in a box. While Loki helped himself Harry grabbed one of the lipstick tubes. He decided his aunt needed a personal message. He scrawled on the mirror 'Ugly Horse-faced Bitch'. He'd just finished as Loki burst out of the jewelry box below.

He had a necklace draped over his body, an earring in his mouth, and a ring clutched in his paws. Loki paused seeing him close then finished stuffing everything in his pouch. Harry followed Loki into the closet. On the floor behind neat rows of shoes was a safe. Eyes wide Harry sat back wondering what Loki would do now. He had no idea they even had a safe. Harry wasn't allowed to clean the upstairs rooms. The bathroom was the only exception to the rule. Loki sniffed at the metal door and vanished! There wasn't a single crack or edge for the little guy to fit into. He just disappeared...the safe started moving! 

Harry touched the door and unlocked with his magic. There in a watch box was Loki pawing around. But that wasn't all that was in the safe. There were files and papers...something told him to grab those. There was also a stack of British pounds in there as well. Harry picked those up too, looking down Harry realized Loki was gone! Alarmed he looked around only to sigh in relief. Loki hadn't gone far. He was inspecting the underside of his relative's bed. Loki popped out and shockingly enough ran into Harry's hand. The little critter seemed to droop almost...was he too hot from running around? Or could it be Loki was tired; he was only a baby Niffler after all. Thinking now would be a good time for a break Harry went back downstairs. Grabbing Percival's box, he activated it.

"Hey, what did you two get up to?" Percival asked.

Harry tipped the left-over water from breakfast so Loki could drink.

"We went into my relative's rooms and found some stuff. But I haven't emptied Loki's pouch just yet. I think he's a little worn out from running around. But we still have time later tonight and tomorrow. So, I'm not worried about Loki getting everything. Oh, I found some papers and British pounds in a safe upstairs. So, if Loki didn't find Dudley's money clip. We have more than enough money to get to London." Harry replied.

"That's good news indeed. I'm sure Loki would appreciate a nap for a bit though. Send him through and have a look at those papers. Afterwards we can work on that feather light charm." Percival said.

Nodding Harry stroked Loki's furry head and pushed him through the glowing mirror. Percival came back into sight; Loki's head was sticking out from under his collar. Smiling Harry picked up the first folder. It had Dudley's birth certificate, a few baby photos, inoculations list, and what looked like a bank statement. Dudley had his own bank account. Harry would have bet anything that Dudley had no clue about the account. Another held the house deeds and property tax documents. The third was his...inside was a birth certificate. So, his middle name was James...yet another piece to the puzzle. The only other thing in the file was a letter. 

Frowning Harry picked it up to read it:

Dear Mrs. Dursley,

I regret to inform you that your sister Lily has been killed along with her husband. Their child Harry has survived the attack that took his parents. As his closest living relative he is being placed into your care. I understand that you haven't been able to reconcile with your sister. But young Harry is very important to the wizarding world.

Blood wards have been placed around your house to protect you and your family. But Harry must live here for them to work properly. I ask you to put aside your dislike of all things magic. And protect your nephew until he's old enough. I hope that my trust hasn't been misplaced and that we will be seeing Harry when he turns eleven.

-Albus Dumbledore

Who was Albus Dumbledore exactly? What was so special about him the unwanted freak? Harry didn't understand why? Plus, this said his parents died in an attack not a car accident! The Dursley's had lied to him! This didn't surprise Harry as he was used to their behavior. 

"Hey, Percival whose Albus Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

Percival actually looked surprised.

"As far as I know he was a Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was rumored to have been friends with Grindelwald. In my time a lot of people were hoping that he would stop Grindelwald. He claimed that he had no desire to be in politics, yet he always seemed to stick his nose in them. Dumbledore was definitely an odd guy. But that information's more than a little dated." Percival replied.

"Whose Grindelwald?" Harry asked.

"Grindelwald was a rising dark lord, or so he was when I vanished. He's actually the man who put me into this box. Why the questions about Dumbledore though?" Percival asked.

"Because this letter in this folder is from him. It's addressed to my aunt, it says my parents died from some kind of attack. Which if that's true then my relatives are liars. They told me they were drunks who died in a car accident. It mentions something about blood wards...and me being important to the wizarding world." Harry said.

Percival looked at the file shrewdly.

"Harry put that letter back into the file and we are bringing that with us." Percival said.

Harry nodded biting his lip thoughtfully. Why did he have this sense of dread? He had it every time Gringotts was mentioned. Maybe he was just nervous...since he'd finally get to know who he was.... who his parents were...

Picking up the last folder that was actually the biggest. He opened it and skimmed the page, flipping through the preceding pages. A word caught his eyes, and he stopped flipping Potter. The statements were for his aunt's account. But it said Potter then it was followed by a number of pounds and a deposit date. Paying more attention Harry looked through each page. Once a month on the first of the month like clockwork. Did his parents leave him some money? Was Petunia stealing it from him? Harry himself had never seen or heard about it. Narrowing his eyes Harry shut the folder with more force.

Anger bubbled under his skin. How many times had they told him that he was a burden?

"Harry, what was in that folder?" Percival asked.

"More treachery! They're bank statements for my aunt...every month she gets a deposit from an account called Potter. I think my parents left me an account and she's been getting money from it." Harry replied.

A scowl appeared on Percival's face.

"I wish I could say that was a surprise. But your relatives are awful in a way I've never seen before. I wonder if it was set up to give your aunt care money. In the event of their deaths so she could take care of you." Percival said.

Harry glared.

"What I don't bloody care! She never cared about me anymore than anyone else did! I had to find a magic box just to find someone who cared! She's just been taking that money and doing God only knows what! I bet she used it to buy her precious Diddykins things!" Harry yelled.

It wasn't fair! He could feel hot tears on his cheek. How many of Dudley's birthdays had Harry's money paid for? How many family vacations did the money buy that Harry never got to go on? How much food did it buy? And he'd never gotten anything! His stomach flipped as he pulled his legs up hugging himself. The sobs just kept coming until he was shaking. This was the first he'd cried in a while. Vernon didn't like loud noises especially not from the freak. So, Harry learned a long time ago not to cry.

But Harry just hadn't been able to hold it in anymore.

"Harry, I know your upset, but I need you to breathe more slowly. If you hyperventilate, I can't help you. Plus, you might sick up..."

No sooner had Percival said that. Harry had done just that all over the fancy rug on the floor.

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry put your head between your legs and breathe. Just like when we learn magic I need you to, listen to my voice, clear your mind, and breathe."

Harry did what he was told as his body shook. After a while he felt a little better...not great but better. Getting up he went to get some tissues.

"Harry?? Harry where are you? Are you okay now??" Percival asked, concerned.

Harry smiled at the man's voice as he blew his nose and wiped his mouth. He went to the kitchen sink to throw water on his face. Feeling a little more human he frowned. Bugger, now he had to clean something up. And Harry had been hoping to do none of that. But he still had a night, and a day left before leaving. Harry didn't fancy smelling vomit from the floor. He retrieved the bucket from the closet. After filling it and grabbing a brush he returned to see a worried Percival.

"I'm okay Percival, I just needed a minute. I have to clean up this vomit or it'll stink the house up. But then can we try that charm you talked about?" Harry asked.

"Of course we can, but we will need a semi-heavy object to practice on. Also Harry you should pack those bank statements from your aunt. Maybe the goblins could get it back or at the very least stop the payments." Percival said.

Harry nodded after scrubbing up the mess and dumping the water. Harry wandered the first floor looking for something heavy. After wandering back into the kitchen his eyes landed on the mixer. It was a stand mixer with a heavy bottom. Percival said nothing too heavy right? And at least Harry could carry it. Taking the mixing bowl out he grabbed the cord and carefully slid it off the counter. The ten steps from kitchen to table had his arms burning. But he made it just as his fingers had given out and nearly dropped it. Moving Percival in a position to see everything.

"Good, like with the unlocking spell Alohomora. We had to focus your mind to picture it unlocked. We can't do that with this one...yes you will have to channel your magic still. But this time we need an incantation to perform this. The feather-light charm was designed to make wizarding travel easier. So that we could make trunks and luggage weigh next to nothing before shrinking them. We aren't shrinking the bags you're bringing..."

"Wait, why aren't we going to shrink them? Wouldn't it be easier?" Harry asked, curiously.

"Yes, it would be easier but there are issues with using that option. The first one is that it would require me to teach you yet another spell. We don't have days or weeks for you to learn this. I should've tried teaching it to you sooner. But I wanted you to be more comfortable with your magic. I wanted you to become healthier and put on a little more weight. I didn't want to overwhelm you too soon. Harry it's only been what...two weeks plus a hand full of days? But I've run out of time and hoping that you can get this charm in a day in a half. Secondly, don't you think it'd be really weird seeing a kid wandering around with no adult? At least with the bags in plain sight people will realize your traveling. Nobody will look twice at you and assume your meeting your family elsewhere. You don't want them to take you to the muggle authorities, do you? Because they will try to contact your relatives." Percival said.

Harry paled and nodded. That made more sense, now he just had to get a charm down. Because if he didn't things would be a lot harder for him.

"So, what do I do?" Harry asked.

"Like the unlocking spell contact with the object is the best option. You're going to focus and channel the magic through your arm. The incantation is Pluma-Lucis, it literally means feather-light in Latin. After you try it, try to pick up the object. If it's still heavy, then you failed to do it. If it weighs less than Loki, then you succeeded. If you can get it before Monday morning you can take more than your backpack. Which I know you don't have a whole lot at the moment. But if it wasn't something precious, I'd leave it here. That's just me Harry, I know your different." Percival replied.

Percival-

Percival watched as a myriad of emotions flashed across Harry's face. Harry didn't own much at all really. What he did own was second hand from his relatives. Harry deserved better than what he got. Honestly Percival would rather burn anything from this place. Even if Harry's parents didn't leave him anything. That didn't mean that they couldn't have the Gringotts look at the Graves accounts. He had no guarantee anything would be there after Gerrard. But he'd give it to Harry, it's not like Percival needed it anyway. He's stuck in a fucking box...so long as he was in the box Percival needed nothing. He didn't need food and none of the biological functions seemed to work. He never needed the loo...Loki never needed food either. 

Back to his original thoughts, Percival would do what he could for Harry. Harry needed somebody to look out for him. Because clearly no one else was and that was just shit. All the adults magical or non-magical had failed Harry badly. He seriously doubted Harry was the only child abused and neglected. What the fuck happened in the last sixty-three years? Children were precious in the magical world...Britain especially. Britain had one of the lowest birth rates among the wizarding community.

Which wasn't surprising as inbreeding amongst the purebloods there was bad. At least it was last time Percival had been free. Looking at Harry he couldn't imagine anybody just leaving him. He could tell that Harry didn't know why he was upset earlier. He was so used to people not caring, that when they left Harry just...didn't understand. Sure Harry was happy they were gone. But no child should be left alone for days. Harry was definitely smart for a nine year old. But even so these people had left him with the bare minimum. An irritated huff came from Harry as the mixer thumped back on the table.

"Harry its okay, remember the more frustrated you become the harder it is. Besides your doing rather well without a wand or foci." Percival said.

Beyond well considering he had no magical education. Not to mention most adult witches and wizards weren't able to do it wandlessly.

He chuckled at the glare that sent his way. If he had thought that Harry would get it the first time. They would've left a whole lot sooner. Especially if Percival had known Loki could leave the box. If he didn't think it would be a problem. Percival would've sent Loki through with his own wand. But Harry lived with no-majs and there were no magical adults. Even without the trace the homes of known magical children were monitored. Or at least they were state side, every incident of accidental magic was followed up. And the child responsible monitored after the first 'happening'. Wandless magic was never monitored because no one could. After hearing about the blood wards he was glad he hadn't. If there was that ward then there had to be others. Not knowing what kinds there were would be reckless. The keeper of the wards would be monitoring for any signs of magic large or small. The Ministry didn't use blood wards which begs to question who the keeper was? Did that mean that someone was watching? If so Percival wanted to know how Harry was left so neglected?

"Percival! It's lighter!" Harry exclaimed loudly.

His brow rose as he regarded Harry. Only the edge was lifted up.

"Can you carry it around or is it still too heavy?" Percival asked.

"No, but it's definitely lighter than it was." Harry said, pouting.

"Well, until you can carry it around with one hand. It's not nearly light enough." Percival replied.

He chuckled at the irritated glare Harry shot his way.

October 1, 1989

It was early morning not that Harry really noticed. After telling Percival goodnight, Harry had tried to sleep. But he was too anxious...Harry needed that charm to work. Harry might not have a whole lot...but he cherished his books. To other people the worn books might be considered trash. But they were Harry's treasures all the same. And he didn't want to leave any behind. But Percival was right though. If Harry couldn't carry it, then he'd have no choice. So here he was at 3 am still trying to make the mixer lighter.

Huffing at his progress so far Harry decided a break was in order. So he wandered back upstairs to Dudley's room. Percival said not to worry about Monday. But it was literally a hand full of hours away. How was he not to worry? After browsing the chaos that Loki left around. Harry went digging in his cousin's closet. He found what he needed shoved near the back. Dudley had two duffel bags. One was for school and the other an extra Aunt Petunia kept folded for him. Or at least so Harry assumed anyway. Dudley didn't fold anything at all and the room was already a mess before Loki. So definitely Petunia, grabbing the folded up bag Harry went back downstairs.

Opening up the cupboard he sat everything out on the floor. Since he'd been sleeping on the couch Harry had stuffed everything he was keeping in it. Harry wanted to leave immediately on Monday. He definitely didn't want to be packing in a hurry. Percival said they were leaving at the exact time Harry would've left for school. He said it would be less suspicious in the long run. Percival hadn't put it past the Dursley's to have a neighbor watch the house. Which may be likely... his Aunt was...she didn't like any of the neighbors. Not really anyway, but she sure liked to stir up trouble with them. That was why everyone thought he was some kind of trouble child.

Glancing at the book covers he tried to picture just leaving them here. Here in a house with his Neanderthal cousin and Uncle. These people didn't value knowledge in any form! Why he'd bet anything these books didn't belong to them. Or at the very least were for show so other people thought they were well educated. The books all varied in topic from fictional classics, to books that should be in the reference section. After all unless you work with plants, why would you need an encyclopedia on plants? Most of the books had decorative hardcovers. They weren't like the modern books with pictures on the covers. No, these books didn't even have titles on their spines. It was a shame they were kept in such poor condition.

Harry shook his head unless he could pull off that charm. It was all pointless anyway.

A few hours later..... 

Harry nearly jumped with joy when he'd finally got it! He had the mixer balanced on his left hand. It was lighter than Loki was and Harry was happy. Nothing was going to stop him! Looking at the clock it read 7am. Wow, it had been later in the morning than he'd thought. Now he just had to eat, feed Loki, and let Loki loose, then pack what he could. Nodding to himself Harry perused the fridge. Deciding to go simple he took Dudley's cereal. It had a leprechaun with marshmallows on it. 

After eating the bare minimum for food his whole life to this point. Harry decided he'd try anything once just out of curiosity. Placing what he needed at the table Harry went back. After cutting the celery into manageable sticks for Loki. He went to wake his friends up.

Percival smiled at Harry, as he was petting Loki. Loki for his part looked like he was resisting waking up.

"Aww, Loki don't be that way we still have the ground floor to go. Plus, I have celery sticks...." 

Little ears perked up, Loki yawned and stretched his body. He then lazily hopped through the mirror. He hung there half in and half out, Harry giggled and place his hands under the mirror. Percival must've pushed Loki through, as he land in Harry's hands seconds later. Harry couldn't blame the guy who wanted Niffler butt in their face? Harry let out a hysterical laugh at the thought. Loki didn't seem to care and Percival looked confused.

After laughing himself breathless he focused on Percival.

"I did it! I woke up early and decided to practice more." Harry exclaimed.

He held up the mixer with just one hand.

"It's lighter than Loki is now so I can use it now, right?" Harry asked.

"Of course, you can I just thought you'd need more time is all. Then I suggest that you pack what you want into the bag before applying the charm. You can even pack some food for the trip too. Nothing perishable mind you, but enough for snacks and at least a meal. You need to eat more Harry even if you feel a little sick. The less stops we make where people can see you the better.  It lessens the chance of people getting suspicious. If we get caught, they'll bring you right back here." Percival replied.

Harry paled...no he'd worked too damn hard! Plus, with the way he was going to leave this place...his uncle would kill him.

"Harry...you might want to finish up with your breakfast. You know what happens when Nifflers are bored." Percival teased.

Harry grinned and looked at their furry friend. Loki was sitting on his butt, a celery stick clutched between all four of his paws. God that critter was so freaking adorable! After finishing his bowl of cereal Harry had enough time to put away the milk. Before Loki finished and started sniffing the air curiously. Harry walked back to the table and watched as Loki looked around. He jumped off the table his claws clicking on the floor. Harry leaned against the wall ready to assist if necessary. Loki climbed up a dish towel and onto the counter. Curious as to what Loki wanted Harry moved closer. After climbing up the curtains on the windows Loki jumped onto the shelf above. His Aunt kept a collection of decorative teapots up there. Loki started sniffing each one before knocking them off. The porcelain pots shattered on impact. Chips went flying in multiple directions, Harry shielded his face instinctively. The crashing stopped suddenly, looking up he saw Loki's butt disappear inside the second to last pot.

Harry grabbed the broom to sweep the shards from his path. Grabbing his step ladder Harry climbed up and grabbed the pot. He pulled back surprised as Loki's hand appeared out the top of the pot. Inside Loki was laying in a collection of jewelry. Harry wondered why his Aunt would hide this jewelry separate from the rest. Knowing something was weird Harry grabbed Loki by the scruff. Hoping the little guy hadn't stuffed anything in his pouch. Harry let Loki loose on the counter and kept the pot close to his chest. Loki didn't seem to mind Harry's behavior as he started rifling through the flatware drawer.

Snorting Harry stuffed his pockets with the jewelry for later. He wanted to examine the pieces more closely. His Aunt didn't just hide it...she hid it in the one place his uncle wouldn't look. Vernon didn't cook or clean anything. He never stepped in that kitchen for anything really. Why, would he when he had Harry and Petunia to do it for him? She had her own jewelry upstairs...so why was this hidden? His thoughts were interrupted by a pan hitting the wall close to him. Looking around he saw Loki tossing pans around in his quest. Harry was always surprised by Loki. Even though he was small he lifted things bigger than himself. Looking around the now wrecked kitchen he grinned. He now had the empty teapot in his hands. And damned if Harry wasn't feeling a bit mischievous. It had felt good seeing Loki destroy that which his aunt held dear.

She never stopped Vernon not once...

Harry threw the pot at the wall with everything he had in him. Seeing it shatter against the wall...it felt nice...nice to finally be able to express himself. He could be angry all he wanted...but Harry had never expressed it. Not until he'd found Percival...Harry had never felt safe enough before. Granted Harry had never had a way out before either...He'd been too afraid of the consequences if he had. But Harry wasn't afraid anymore! Seeing Loki exit the kitchen Harry followed him into the dining room again. He ignored Percival's box and went for the china hutch. His Aunt kept the best dishes in there including the ones from her wedding.

Loki seemed really interested in the crystal fruit dishes. They were small with little etchings of flowers into the glass. Harry though was interested in the plates. Loki went into the living room leaving Harry alone. Picking up a plate Harry threw it like a frisbee at the wall. He'd seen kids at the park play with one before. The resulting crash was very satisfying to see. Grinning Harry decide that this was really fun! They never let him ever have any fun. Plus, knowing his aunt would be the one to clean it up... well that was just irony. After tossing a few more Harry thought he ought to check on Loki. The living room was awfully quiet... 

Walking in he spotted Loki on a free hanging shelf. It had several of his aunt's knickknacks on it. They were like the fruit dishes, in that the glass looked like crystal. But they were actually a set of animal carvings. All of which Loki was stuffing in his pouch. There was a shelf a little lower that had a set of books on it. Harry had never been allowed to touch those. His Aunt would get angry if he even looked at them. They apparently belonged to her grandparents. They were held up by bookends that looked like they were gold. But Harry didn't know for sure, they were shaped into a bird with its wings outstretched.

Loki hung off the top shelf by his feet and landed precariously off the edge. He managed to get one bookend before climbing the books and crawling over top. Loki grabbed the second one, which was a bad idea. The books fell in a cascade off the end, Loki made it to the last book in the row and clung to it. It too fell down below onto the piano keys making a hideous sound. Harry rushed over to find Loki. He was standing up on his hind paws shaking his head. He hoped the little guy hadn't hurt his head. Loki proved he was plenty fine as he hopped down to the floor. He ran under the couch. A minute later Loki ran out covered in dust clutching a fifty-pence coin. The little guy sneezed from all the dust making the cutest squeaking noise.

Picking Loki up Harry sat on one end of the couch. The two of them had basically taken anything of worth. It was time to empty Loki's pouch. Grabbing his feet he hung Loki upside down and tickled his furry tummy. Stuff came pouring out onto the couch cushions. Once he was sure everything was out Harry clutched Loki to his chest. He took Loki back to Percival's box where Loki took a much-needed nap.

A few hours later....

Harry had finished sorting out Loki's cache of trinkets. He had five hundred pounds British, two gold bookends, eight crystal fruit cups, the entire drawer of flatware, his Aunt's jewelry, four of his Uncle's watches, three sets of cufflinks, Dudley's money clip which had one hundred and fifty pounds, a handful of pence coins, six mini silver dragons, a few tin soldiers, two sets of candlesticks, seven crystal animal figures, and Percival's money. He was also amused to find some of Percival's coat buttons.

All in all, it wasn't a bad hall. But he was leaving the flatware and fruit dishes here. There was no need to take them with him. They had no value at all really in comparison to the other items. He fingered the small dragons thoughtfully. Aunt Marge had given them to Dudley last year for his birthday. He played with them all of two times before they disappeared. It was hardly a surprise given the state of the other boy's room. He inspected the tin soldiers wondering if they had any real value. Harry decided to bring them anyway. Thinking about what to make for dinner Harry heard a clinking noise. Remembering what was in his pocket he pulled it out.

On the coffee table was the jewelry Loki found in the kitchen. There were four gold bangle bracelets, three sets of earrings, five rings in gold and silver, and four necklaces. One of the necklaces was the most interesting though. A silver chain had a gold charm that spelled out the name Lily. Who was Lily? A mystery to figure out later it would seem. After stashing away Loki's loot, Harry went to make himself dinner. Tomorrow his real adventure would start!