Her Power | Discontinued

2. Telling Harrison.

"Hello," a voice called out. Harry was in his cupboard under the stairs, his room, when he heard the voice that would change his life forever.

"Yes?" He called out feebly, cursing himself for sounding so weak.

"Harry" the voice called, getting louder; it was a female.

"In here!" he shouted to the voice that he thought sounded like Olivia.

"Are you in a cupboard? Again? And it has seven locks now!? God, I am going to end up killing your Aunt and Uncle; do not protest as I don't care if you don't want me to, I will!" The voice sounded angry questioning his living conditions, but before he could answer, he heard the locks click and the lights flick off, a grey substance filtering through the gaps of the door to the cupboard that was his room.

"Hello Harry." The voice sounded cheerful as she pulled him from his place from the flimsy thing that cannot be called a mattress. She took a quick look over him before directing him to the couch. He heard the tap go off, before footsteps sounded through the living room.

Olivia popped her head back around the door, coming in with a glass of water and handing it to him, before whisps of grey tendrils came from her hands, wrapping around him, healing his injuries and his clothes transfigured into something cleaner.

"'Livia? How do you do that?"

"What?" she questioned.

"That grey cloud thing." Harry nodded to her hands.

"Oh, that's my magic. I can control it better than others like yourself."

"So ... I can do that?" Harry questioned.

"Yea and talking about magic, Albus to-many-names Dumbledore came a few days ago, told me about Hogwarts; like I don't know about the place where I grew up, but I had to act clueless. Anyway, yours came." Olivia told Harrison, handing him his letter.

"Soooo, no more doing this for a good few months, ay."

"Yep." She said, popping the 'p'. "No more breaking in every time I want to see you, well, into this house; I will probably have to break into Gryffindor common room."

"If I want to see you." came the sassy response from Harry.

Olivia put her hand over her heart. "You wound me Harold, after all I have done for you, coming over every day, as often as I can. I make an hour journey for you, I stole a key for you, I pick your locks and heal you. Why would one not want to meet me, why would you not want to be friends with me." she cried.

Harry thought on how she would come over as often as she could, making the hour journey to get to the house, and using a spare pair of keys she had swiped from the side, one of the first times she came, and the owners of the house, his aunt and uncle, had yet to realise that they were missing, to get in and she would always pick the lock on his cupboard that stopped any chances of him leaving.

"Did they hurt you cause if they did-" she went on a rant and the next half an hour consisted of him convincing her to calm down enough to stop her from killing his lovely Aunt and Uncle, because he knew that she would with no remorse, and they wouldn't be the first people she killed, but it surprisingly didn't scare him.

Olivia had told him about most the fights she would get in at the orphanage that she unfortunately resided in, and the ones in school. Most were started by other people, but she always ended them, no matter who started it. She was often left un-injured, the worst she had had was a broken arm and that was her against 7 other people, she won, surprising many people. The people she would fight would mostly wake up in the hospital, having a near death experience. She was lucky no one had pressed charges; he personally believed that they were scared to.

The only ones she ever started was with the people that would bully him, meaning Dudley often walked home sporting a broken nose or black eye, most commonly both. She would never do too much with him because she knows that he would often get the blame and be punished. It was honestly surprising that Dudley's nose wasn't misshapen.

Once he was comfortable on the couch left him to open the letter by himself.

She walked back in with her own glass of water, and he traded his letter for her bag as the food that she made was there, and, however prideful he was, he would admit that her food tasted way better than his own. While doing so, he took in how she looked. Her hair had grown and was tied behind her back in a braid that was haphazardly thrown over her shoulder. She had gained a new scar on cheek, and she was taller, towering over Harrys flimsily frame easily. She also looked to be in much better shape since the last time she had saw him.

"This is amazing Aqua." Harry informed Olivia as he took the first bite of the pasta bake, she had gifted him, while Olivia smiled at the nickname.

"Hey!" Harry got Olivia's attention. "I haven't got any money, imagine how much that's going to cost. How will I afford it all."

"Oh Harry. Hogwarts has a mabob for things like that. I am having someone come for me per the request from Nancy. they are a Hogwarts representative of sorts to take me to Diagon ally and get this stuff. When they come to Wool's, I could ask if we could get you to come with us. What about that? And anyway, if they don't, I will give you some, we all know I am rich. Oh, I am pretty sure that Merlin told me that your rich. We've gone over that your the boy who lived and stuff like that, but I am pretty sure that your parents left you with their fortune."

"Ok, that's good to know, and even if I didn't, I know I cannot argue with you so fine."

They sat for a bit chatting before Harry looked at the clock and realisation dawned upon him.

"You need to go, NOW!"

"Why?" A confused look overtook Olivia's face.

"Lock me in the cupboard again and go. They are coming back in a few minutes, Hurry!"

Nodding, they went over to the cupboard, whispering a quick goodbye, and Olivia left Harry in the darkness of his tiny room.

He heard quick, but quiet footsteps leaving the house, and the door lock clicking into place. It was lucky that Harry noticed the time because just moments later he heard the sound of the car that belongs the Dursley family, enter the driveway.

(A.N- I debated on making Olivia have a new (nick)name (Aqua) as she has: Olivia and its variants (like 'Livia, Liv etc.) then she has Blaise and Scorpio. The inspiration for 'Aqua' was that scorpio is a water sign – water can be called aqua. (Sounded better in my head) just thought that you may want to know) 

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