"Freak! Get off the swing it's mine!" "Yeah! Get off Freak!" A fat boy with another boy that looks scrawny, was yelling at a boy sitting on the swing. The boy had messy black hair, and green eyes wich were covered by poor pair of glasses and looked as if he were starved for days.
"I don't see your name anywhere, Dudley. So no." He replied. Dudley growled at him, "Piers, you know what to do." The scrawny boy, Piers, head towards the boy, but before he could reach him, a stone hit his wrist. He screams in pain and his wrist falls limp. "Ahhh! My hand!" He falls to the ground holding his wrist which was in pain.
"I was gonna go but then i saw this. I can't stand bullies. Especially the likes of you. You Fat Neanderthal." A voice from the right was heard. Dudley looked around, trying to see where the voice came from. "Who are you!?" He yelled out, while the raven-haired boy noticed someone under the shadow of one of the weeping willow in the park. It looked as if they noticed him looking at them, so they came out.
"Hmm, Why should i Tell you?" Dudley, Piers and The raven-haired boy looked at him. He had shoulder length black hair that faded to a light brown, with one eye hazel brown coloured and the other covered by his hair. Dudley, finally angered, rushed towards him with his fist. However his fist was caught by the boy, and he twisted dudley's fist, you could hear an audible crack followed out by a wail of pain by Dudley. He quickly took his hand back and ran away with Piers, yelling, "I'll get you for this!" The boy just glanced at them and sneered. "And you'll just go back running again with your tails between your legs."
He then turned towards the boy that the 2 were bullying. "What's your name?" The boy looked at him hesitantly, before introducing himself. "Harry. My name's Harry." "No last name?" Harry blinked. His last name? Most people didn't ask but since this boy did help him... "Harry James Potter." Harry noted that the other boy's eyes widened slightly when he heard his last name but brush it aside as irrelevant. "Um.. What's your name? I mean you helped me, and i introduced myself.." he nervously asked. The other boy smiled at him, he didn't notice that the smile contained some anger, "Yeah, that's fair. My name's Tarak, Tarak Corvus Roselyn."
This, was the boy-who-lived? Didn't Dumbledore say that he was spoilt a lot? Then how he is being bullied? And he looks so malnutritioned! Tarak was furious. That bloody old coot was lying again. Unlike other wizarding children, with exception of the dark, Tarak didn't think of Dumbledore as good person. He knew that the headmaster is a manipulating man, and unlike him, Voldemort was more straightforward. 'I need to go to the Apothecary for some nutrient potions.' he thought to himself.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by Harry tapping him. He looked at him and asked, "What is it Harry?" Harry wasn't sure what Tarak was thinking of, but he isn't gonna ask. What does want to know are two things. "Um Well first, What exactly is a Neanderthal?" Tarak looked at him and smiled, a bit amused. "You need to read more books. A Neanderthal means an uncivilized, mannerless and stupid person like that fat boy." Harry giggled at that. It was true, Dudley had no manners cause he was spoiled rotten by his parents.
"What was the other thing you wanted ask Harry?" Harry looked at him surprised. He's pretty sure he didn't say he wanted to ask more than one thing. Tarak must have seen the confusion, cause he explained, "You said 'first' meaning you have something else to ask me as well." Harry nodded and accepted the answer. "Right, I was wondering.. um well can we be friends?" Harry quickly blurted the question before he could doubt himself more. What he got in return was a shocked look that formed into a bright, dazzling smile with a reply of "Sure! We're friends now!"
That evening, the 2 boys spent hours talking with each other and playing in the park. Harry explained that he lived with his aunt and uncle and that the fat boy Tarak chased away was his cousin. Tarak had been shocked by that, and it was proven even more when asked, "Ya sure that's really your cousin? He seems more of a bully to me." Harry then explained about how Dudley was the school bully, and he was their favourite target, and that his aunt and uncle just encouraged Dudley more, "That ain't family! That's plain physical abuse!", And their treatment of him in private. Tarak had asked him what happened to his parents and he replied with "The Dursleys told me that they were drunks and died in a car crash." Which enraged Tarak to no end but he wouldn't explain why.
Tarak wanted to march up to his relatives and murder them in the most painful way but held himself back, instead he changed the topic to their likes and dislikes, at one point Harry asked why his hair covered one of his eyes, and he moved it away, showing his heterochromia eyes of silver and hazel-brown. Harry stared at it for a while before he, without thinking, blurted out, "It looks cool and pretty too." Which seemed to have made Tarak happy and he stopped hiding his eyes, explaining most people felt uncomfortable looking at him because of his eyes, Harry assured him that he would never be uncomfortable with Tarak eyes. Infact he would love to see it.
When it was 6:45 pm, they had to part. As Tarak needed to go reach home by 7:15, which would take a while and Harry had to be back in the house before 7. Harry looked at him, sad that they might not meet again. However his hopes were lifted when Tarak turned to him with a smile and said, "See you tomorrow. Here,. 4:30 pm. You ok with that?" Harry nodded eagerly and They waved each other bye. Both reached their respective houses.
Harry got home, where he found Uncle Vernon waiting for him. "Boy! Dudley informed me of you breaking his hand! That's punishment for you freak!" Of course Vernon knew some one else broke it, however he didn't know who. And since they broke to help the freak, he should be punished in their stead. Harry didn't protest knowing it would be worse if he protested.
Meanwhile
Tarak was scolded when he got home late, because he was late for training but he ignored his 'trainer' and head towards his Father's office, despite Ian's protests of "Your Father will be too busy, you can't go." He's been hearing that everytime he asked him when his father will visit, or when he can go visit. Before although he was sad and disappointed, he accepted it. Now, However, he has a friend that might have trust isuues, and he refuses to accelerate it more by not going due to training.
Tarak slammed door opening, startling the occupant inside, who was busy signing documents. The man stared at him, he had black hair with heterochromia eyes of silver and blue. There's no doubt they're father and son. Tarak's Father frowned at him, "Who are you?" Which made Tarak freeze, and Ian who had just reached there, stiffen. Ian started sweating, before bowing at the man, "Alexander, Sir, please excuse my---" Tarak, who realised what exactly Ian was trying to do, cut him off before he could continue by Introducing himself. "My name's Tarak, TarakRoselyn. Apparently your son, although i have never met you ever since i was brought here because everytime i ask, Sir Ian says your too busy and I'll distract you."
Alexander, Tarak's Father, stilled when he heard the boy said his last name. Roselyn was his wife's last name, something others didn't know. Meaning this boy, no their son, was telling the truth. He had learnt of Daeva's death 2 months late. He had sent Ian, his second trusted secretary, to find his son, that was staying with Daeva. He had agreed for Daeva to raise Tarak, for he did not wish to expose his son to the environment he lived in until he was 13 at least. Ian told he had found his son, however Ian informed him that his son didn't wish to speak with him.
He let it be despite the fact it saddened him, he understood what his son must be feeling. His mother just died and a father he never met all of a sudden wanting to take him in? Of course he wouldn't want to meet Alexander.to find out that his son did want to meet him, but Ian lied to him saying Alexander was busy when he knew that he would push everything away to make time for his son. He glared at Ian, calling out to his men hidden in the corridors.
"Guards, Drag him away and lock him in the cell. I'll deal with him later. I have something much more important right now." The Guards came and took Ian, who started screaming, "Please sir! I did nothing wrong! I never betrayed---" Alexander waved his hand, and the guards silenced him before leaving. Alexander turned to his son, "I apologise. I believed Ian when he told me you didn't wish to speak with me, so i didn't try to, wanting respect your wishes." Tarak was surprised. His.. Father actually wanted to know him. He realised that Ian had fooled them both, so he forgave his father Easily.
"It's fine. I wanted to speak with you too but Ian lied to me saying i would probably disturb you." Alexander nodded at that, and asked the question that's been in his mind for a while. "Then why did you decide to disregard that today and march in?" Tarak smiled a bit sheepish, "hehe.. yeah well, that's cause after i finally got a break from training," Alexander raised his hand motioning stop, which Tarak did. "Pardon me, but what training exactly? As far as i remember, i told Ian to bring you here and make sure you wouldn't lack anything you need. I never mentioned anything about training." Tarak frowned. "But he told.. Oh. He lied to me."
Alexander took a deep breath to calm down before he snapped. "Continue." "Say no more. Anyways after i got the break, i decided to take a walk which ended up being a long one. I saw a boy being bullied, and helped him. His name is Harry. Later we became friends. He has no friends. I'm his first friend that stayed despite his cousin's bullying. So he has trust issues and i refuse to let it grow more just because of training when i know there's a way i can still go." Alexander smiled. Tarak inherited Daeva's loyalty to people she cared about, didn't he? He was proud of his son, which he didn't hide.
"I'm proud of you, son. You may no longer attend training if you wish, and you can leave whenever you want to meet Harry. Infact, once you deem his close enough, you can invite him here." Tarak looked surprised before smiling. "Thank you dad. Also i would like to continue training, not because i want to become the heir but to know how to defend myself." Alexander agreed and the bid each other goodnight. For the first time since his mother's death, Tarak had a peaceful dream.
Back with Harry's Side.
Harry winced slightly in pain, uncle Vernon had been more brutal than usual with punishments. Vernon must have broken at least one of his ribs. Although it was quite painful, he didn't care for it at the moment. He was just excited to meet Tarak tomorrow, which there is no doubt for they always let him be out from 4-7. Although he's bit worried of Tarak of not showing up, he will trust him, for he had protected him from Dudley. In a happy mood, despite the pain in his ribs, Harry slept with a smile, excited for tomorrow