Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Fated Dragon ❯ Everything Begins ( Chapter 4 )

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The Fated Dragon: Chapter 5

A/N: Van would be called Harry from now on as it will be really confusing to the readers if I keep switching between those two names. Unless, of course, when he is recalling the past the names would indicate which memories he is recalling, Harry's or Van's. ^^

And also a big thank you to all those who reviewed my stories before!

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“BOY!! Wake up!!” a person yelled.

Startled by the yell, Harry shot up and tried to stand only to hit the ceiling of his bedroom…uh…cupboard.

Gritting his teeth, he palmed his head in his hand as a wave of memories from his `childhood' came flooding in.

Him getting beaten up by his uncle…

Burning his hand on the stove when he was ordered to cook…

His aunt telling him that he was nothing but a freak and he should be thankful they took him in…

Peeping through his `bedroom' to watch his cousin Dudley celebrating his birthday…

Weeping in his cupboard, wishing that he had someone who would care for him…

Hiding from Dudley and his gang when they went `Harry Hunting'

Harry's eyes snapped open as his mind tried to wrap around the possibility that that would have been his life had the Norns not interfered and sent him to Gaea.

“Crap.” Was all he was able to say. `I don't believe how inhumane these people could be. Treating a relative like that. Not even Folken would have been that heartless…'

“FREAK!! You had better come out here right now if you still want your meals for the rest of this week!” A banshee…uh…woman screeched loudly.

At the shout, `Harry's' instincts took over, honed from being forced…umm…taught to do their chores since young, he mechanically stood up, went out of his cupboard and into the kitchen to prepare their breakfast.

As he walked into the kitchen, he was bombarded with murmurs from his relatives, saying things like `Ungrateful freak', `don't know how lucky that we took him in', `freakish powers'…

He ignored them knowing that nothing good would ever come from it if he lost his temper. Too bad killing was illegal in most parts of the world…

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When the day has finally ended, Harry sat in his cupboard meditating and at the same time counting down to his birthday, like he had done as long as he could remember.

His swords master, on Gaea, taught him before the war that meditation was a good way to sort your thoughts and keep your emotions under control. His teaching proved invaluable during the war as confusion and hesitation was not something you brought into the battlefield, it would only get you killed. Many a nights, When Hitomi and Merle were deeply asleep, Van would wake up and start meditating to try and lessen his guilt and regret at the people he had killed. It wasn't until near the end of the war that he learnt that killing and sacrifices were often necessary if one wanted to survive and win the war. There should also not be any regrets for the people you had killed as they had died proudly, fighting for their belief, unless of course you humiliated and broke their fighting spirit before you killed them. Now that was sick…

Harry slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to his watch.

1 minute…

45 seconds…

30 seconds…

20 seconds…

10 He suddenly recalled something in the memories the goddesses had planted in his head.

9 A school, just for witches and wizards…

8 Called Hogwarts

7 One of the greatest school ever…

5 An acceptance letter will be sent to a student when he turned 11

3 My parents went there when they were my age

1 A way to leave the Dursleys…

“Happy Birthday to me…” he muttered to himself, closing his eyes and remembering the celebrations he had on his birthday when he was on Gaea. He still remembered the time Merle accidentally tripped and fell right into his cake. The poor thing cried and kept sayings things like it was all her fault his party was ruined. It wasn't until he reassured her for the fiftieth time that it was not her fault did she stop crying.

Thinking about that brought a smile to his face, but his trip to the past was cut short as his mind slowly succumbed to the darkness. Harry had been worked by his relatives all day, and the only reason why he lasted till now was because of sheer will power so it's no surprise when he drifted of to sleep when he shut his eyes…

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`Ding Dong' `Ding Dong'

“BOY!! Get the door!” a muffled yell came from above him.

Hauling his small framed body, he crawled through the cupboard door, careful not trip on his oversized… clothes.

Reaching to the door knob, grumbling silently at how short this body of his was, `I'm quite sure I was never this short when I was 11 back on Gaea, was I?'

When he turned the knob and the door swung open, Harry was greeted with a scowling man with coal black eyes and raven black hair like his… except that his was not quite a oily or greasy looking as his.

Meeting the emerald gaze of the boy in rags, Severus Snape refrained himself from wrinkling his nose at the state the young boy's clothes were in. Those clothes, if you could even call them that, looked much too large for the boy, if you asked him, they looked more suitable for a miniature whale.

Seeing as the boy was not going to invite him in anytime soon, Severus looked at the kid and spoke, “I'm here to find Harry Potter, do you know where he is?” trying utmost to keep all the scorn and hate out his voice.

As soon as the two words `Harry Potter' came up from his mouth, Harry's heads snapped up, surprised to find someone looking for him. But unfortunately for Harry, his relatives were also within hearing range when Severus spoke, leading to the end result of a whale and a horse rushing down the stairs to find out what had happened.

Seeing a man standing at the front door, Vernon hurriedly shoved Harry out of the way, causing him to fall on the ground and reopen a few of his wounds on his back the he had gotten from his uncle a few days back.

Petunia on the other hand, shot Harry a warning look to not do any of his `freakish' stuff while positioning herself to stand in front of him, plastering on a really, really FAKE smile while she turned towards Severus asking him in her sickeningly sweet voice, “Oh what can we do for you sir? If that boy had done anything, please feel free to tell us, we'll make sure we will punish him thoroughly afterwards.” Pausing to take a breath, she continued “He is such a delinquent. Always causing trouble for my poor duddykins and my husband…”

“So, what has he done?” Vernon asked eagerly, itching to get his hands on the belt to punish the freak.

Narrowing his eyes at Vernon's eagerness, Severus shifted his body in order to take a look to find out why the couple kept trying to block his view of the boy.

What he saw shocked him, the boy was now trying to stand, but it seemed that he was hurt, if the blood on his back was anything to judge by. But that was not what shocked him, the big surprise was when Harry stood upright and his hair parted for a moment, just long enough for Severus to catch a glimpse of the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

To say it shocked him, will make it the understatement of the century! This scene before him completely threw all his preconceived perceptions of Harry James Potter, son of his hated enemy and the-boy-who-lived, out of the window.

Turning his gaze to Vernon, he saw that Potter's Uncle had the kind of look Voldermort always had before, during and after the torture sessions, only more toned down.

Making a spilt second decision, and praying that he would not regret it in the near future, Severus took out his wand and leveled it at Vernon, pointed it directly in-between his eyes.

“Now, muggle” that word was spat out like it was something distasteful “You are going to hand over Harry Potter and t hen we'll bee on our way. And if I see even a single sign that he is abused by you when he comes back for the second year, I'll make sure you'll regret what you did to him, and more…” Severus warned him, giving him a glare that he usually reserved for the Gryffindor dunderheads that pollutes his potions lab.

Vernon spluttered, his pudgy face turning purple as his anger at the freak in front of him rose.

“You..you are one of those freaks from that place my blasted sister went to, aren't you!!” Petunia shrieked, intent on continuing her tirade when Severus pinned her down with an ice cold glare, one with promises of pain and suffering if she even dared to continue.

Seeing that look, Petunia actually whimpered, and whatever anger she had previously immediately dissolved into nothingness. Catching a glimpse of that glare directed at his wife Petunia, Vernon felt like crapping on his pants. Whatever good qualities the Dursleys had, bravery and tact definitely weren't among those, assuming they had any in the first place.

Miraculously, Vernon actually managed to gather enough of whatever was left of his wits to ask the man in front of him a question, which very soon proved to be a big mistake “So what are you going to do about it even if I abused him? I know you wizards have laws to prevent you… you freaks to use your mumbo jumbo magic on respectable people like us.”

With each word, Vernon and Petunia's confidence started steadily rising, until till they on longer had any fear of the man in front of them, confident that he could not hurt them. But that confidence was quickly shattered when Severus reopened his mouth.

“Oh that…” he drawled, “You know, even though there are rules like that, I don't really think that the ministry will be that keen about enforcing it. Not after they've seen what you did to their precious savior, do you?”

At this, both Vernon and Petunia became so white, if Severus hadn't known better, he would have thought that they had just seen the Dark Lord himself.

Satisfied, he turned to look at the savior himself. Seeing him walking shakily towards the cupboard, instead of helping him, Severus directed his attention back to the Dursleys and spoke in a bitingly cold voice “So I take that you have no problems if I that Potter here to go shop for his supplies?”

Still shaking in their boots, both Dursleys shook their head furiously, not daring to defy the imposing man in front of them.

Smirking, Severus practically glided towards Harry and picked him up, not giving him a chance to react to his sudden actions; at the same time showing an unnatural gentleness that would surprise all that had known him, outside his house that is.

Making sure that the surprised boy was securely in his arms; Severus stalked out of the house and disapparated with a `pop', leaving behind two frightened members of the Dursley family staring at his wake.

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A/N: Well, here's the next chapter! Hope you like it! ^^

I'm a little stuck as to how to go on with my story. Soo… anyone who has any idea about how I should go on with my story, pls feel free to inform me.

There are a few things I would like you to give me opinions about;

Should Dumbledore be evil/ manipulative?

How will Snape take to Harry? ( hates him, likes him or neutral?)

Should Snape and Harry go to Diagon ally (to shop) or Hogwarts? (to heal harry's injuries)

And pls review for this chapter as well!