Soulful Encounters

Chapter -5

Tom's pov

" Freak! How long is it taking you to make the damn food?! " that bloated whale of muggle yelled at Harry. How could anyone make a small kid-- who is barely fed--work so much, while being in the presence of two fully capable adults?

Then again, I was the one who put this small kid in this situation, by killing his parents, and-- unsuccessfully-- trying to kill him too, but now, his body is the thing that's keeping me alive. Oh the Irony. 

" Its almost done, uncle Vernon. " Harry called back to the whale while trying not to burn the bacon. Last time he accidently burnt it, ended him in a broken bloody nose--Which I had to heal-- this body is what is keeping me alive, I cant have him die so soon now can I? 

His life isn't much different from the life I had at the orphanage. I pity the boy even though Its hypocritical of me. 

Harry served breakfast to the papa whale and the baby whale while the stick lady shuffled through the fridge for orange juice. As soon as Harry was done serving them he was sent back to the cupboard beneath the stairs. It was like that during meal times. He was only allowed a few left over scraps, some pieces of bread and water at lunch. Some times Harry would sneak a few apple pieces into the cupboard to eat, like today. 

He gobbled up the apple pieces like the starved little kid he is. After a while, we heard Vernon head off while bidding goodbye to Petunia and Dudley. Petunia's footsteps were heard heading towards us, she unlocked the cupboard, ordering Harry to do the laundry. We set off to the laundry room to pick up the pile of dirty clothes, putting them in the washer, then drying them off in the dryer. 

After that was done, we had to iron and fold them neatly. For a 10 year old, it seemed too much work. Harry was tired, we had just finished folding the last of the clothes when Petunia ordered him to go help in making lunch. Today's menu was sausage rolls. While Dudley and Petunia ate lunch at the table Harry was sent back to the cupboard with a slightly burnt sausage roll and a piece of bread. 

After lunch Harry had to do the dishes, he was still too small to reach the sink, so he had to stand on his tippy toes all the while. At one point his feet started to hurt and in an attempt to ease the pain in his feet he dropped a plate and it broke. 

 Petunia came running into the kitchen, her face turned red in anger and she smacked Harry across the face,  Harry repeatedly asked for forgiveness between sobs. Petunia didn't have any pity for the boy instead she dragged him out in the garden. It was raining.

" Stand here until you reflect on what you did! That was a very expensive china set you just broke " She said again smacking his head. She was getting furious over a cheap broken china although it was just plate and not the whole set. I could feel the anger bubbling inside Harry. But he knew how helpless he was so he chose not to do anything about it.  He just stood there in the rain. 

For a moment it felt like I felt a magical presence around us. But before any other thought could occur to me, the baby whale came out holding his umbrella. Blabbing something about being a brat and kicked Harry multiple times before leaving him alone on the ground in the rain. His body wracked with sobs as he lay on the muddy ground. He stayed like that for a moment before Petunia came to get him. As soon as Harry entered the house I felt two magical cores. One of them being very similar to Harry's own core. 

Petunia handed him an old towel and a set of clothes before telling him to change soon, as someone had come to see him, I wondered who it was, who had decided to come, after neglecting him for all these years. Harry quickly changed, his body shivered due to cold. Petunia yelled from behind the doors for him to hurry up. Harry opened the door only to be smacked again for taking too long in the bathroom. 

When We entered the living room we were met with the most beautifully handsome man along with some lady. His complexion was pale like as if he had just woke up from the dead, he wore dark green robes which complemented his eyes. It was his presence I had felt, my suspicions were confirmed when he used a wordless drying spell on Harry's hair. He had by far the strongest magical presence around him, maybe even stronger than the old coot, Dumbledore. I am assuming Dumbledore doesn't know the existence of this man, or he would have already devised a plan to kill this man. 

My thoughts were again interrupted by the handsome man leading Harry out to the garden. He wordlessly conjured up a pair of chairs and a table. He helped little Harry up onto the chair before sitting down himself. He spoke about how he wanted to take Harry in and care for him. Oh the way his eyes lit up when Harry agreed. 

His eyes, they were mesmerizingly green. 

" Its Hadrian, not sir " He said.  The lady came back with Petunia and we headed out.

Who was this man though? Why did he seem to have so much concern for the boy?

 Whoever this man was, I would have to thank him for getting me out of this place. This place reminded me too much of the orphanage. And my patience was running low, I might have killed these muggles the coming days, if this man hadn't have appeared. 
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