Harry silently whimpered in pain. It was currently 10 pm and the dursleys were fast asleep. Today his uncle took it to the extreme and pulled a knife on harry.
Harry was now clutching his bleeding hand as it was stabbed. He had other cuts but he was only stabbed in the hand.
Harry was begging someone or something to help him. He snapped his eyes open when he heard a familiar humming. He couldn't pin were he had heard the humming before but his body relaxed as much as it could at the sound.He didn't know where it was coming from, there was nothing to make the sound in his cupboard but it wasn't coming from outside it either. He felt warmth hug him in a comforting way as his hand seemed to fill itself, the blood seeped back into his hand as a black ink of sorts closed it making a mark like tattoo that led down his arm. It started to make a design that he couldn't really see because of the dark. After it subsidies he felt the pain disappear. He fully relaxed as the warmth and the humming soothed his anxiety.
Soon he felt the warmth shift as he heard the lock on his cupboard unlock. He quickly turned with wide eyes as he started shaking but as the door slowly opened, he was only met with the empty and dark hallway. He felt the warmth as it seemed to want to direct him out of the cupboard. He did so and slowly stood up. The warmth then led him upstairs. As he walked he noticed that no matter how hard he stepped it didn't make a sound, nor did pumping and moving things. He felt a bit more realistic as he hurried to fallow the warmth. He went into the laundry room and over to one of the doors that opened. Inside was a few old things. Like old books, toys, documents and more. He watched as a black suitcase rolled over to him.
Then a few of the books were moved around as if someone was searching for a certain one. He opened the suitcase as a few books floated off the shelf along with the dirt on them disappearing. They settled neatly in the suitcase only taking up a small bit of space.
Once again the warmth shifted as harry quickly closed the suitcase and brought it with him back downstairs and to the kitchen. The fridge opened as a apple came out and was handed to harry who eat it while watching his aunts purse move around until some money was taken out. A blanket came downstairs along with a hoodie that belonged to his cousin. A few bandages also floated over to him. They were set onto the dining table. He put on the hoodie that fell to his knees. It was a light blue with dark ends.
He then felt his sleeve get pulled up he looked at his arm and his eyes widened. He can see the tattoo clearly now and he would be lieing if he said it didn't look beautiful.
As he stared agape at it everything clicked. He realized just what was happening around him. There was somthing with him. It was magical of sorts. It was helping him run away. He knows it from somewhere but where? Magic was real? How did his hand heal and leave these? He had so many questions running through his head but was snapped out of it when the bandages started to cover his arm and hand.
The warmth seemed to guide him again as he got the suitcase. The blanket wrapped around him as he went out into the cold. He closed the door quietly behind him as the warmth led him to the sidewalk. He stood there for a bit as the warmth grew. Soon a bus that came out of who knows where stopped beside him as the warmth went back to normal.
A man opened the door and looked at him.
"Who are you?" Harry asked in a meek voice.
The man gave a small grin.
(I'm changing the person for this becouse I forgot how Stanley acts)
"Names Joseph Mcintosh kid, but you can call me Joey" he said. His eyes were a violent color with light blond hair. His skin was light but not pale. He had a charming but kind aura.
"Come on in kid, and tell me where you need to go" he said. Harry quickly entered the bus with his suitcase. He looked around and saw that it had a few beds. He sat on one with his luggage.
"Now kid where ya need to go?" He said closing the doors.
Harry realized that he didn't know where to go. He clutched the blanket that was on him.
"Um..I don't exactly know..." he said quietly.
The man still had a small smile.
"You a runaway?" He asked tilting his head.
Harry nodded. Joey nodded, the smile never leaving his face, "I'll help you out for a bit until we know your fully situated." Harry looked up.
"Thank you joey" he said with a bit of disbelief. Harry then gasped and quickly stood up. "Can I quickly get somthing" Harry said in a pleading voice. Joey nodded and opened the doors as harry quickly got out leaving his luggage. He went into the front lawn as he looked around.
"Ami, are you here?" He hissed out.
He heard small movement and looked to his side where ami tiredly slithered over to him.
"Whats going on?" He asked tiredly. Harry sighed in relief and picked him up letting him curl around his neck.
"Sorry I woke you ami, but we are leaving this place and I couldn't leave you"
Ami let out a small happy sound before he layed his head down tiredly . Harry smiled and quickly got back on the bus.
(Quick thing, ami is pronounced *aw-me*)
He layed down on the bed that had his luggage as the bus moved in a rapid pase. Slowly he let sleep consume him with the comforting humming and warmth around him. He didn't notice amazed look from Joey as he also felt the warmth and heard the humming.
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A Mother's Heart
FanfictionTom marvolo riddle was know as the heartless and cruel dark lord, out for blood. the said prophecy was that a child by the name of Harry Potter would be the one to defeat him. when Tom goes to unalive the child he himself was torn from his body and...