A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Idiotic Boy

Harry was 3, he had just been trying to help. Harry closed his eyes as his uncle crept closer to him. He shivers as his uncle looks at him with hatred in his eyes, he had only been trying to help. Dudley would have been praised for picking up his toys, and yet Harry is in trouble. He hated the differences, he didn't understand them. Aunt Petunia was standing in the back ground, trying to calm Dudley down about how, "the freak had touched his toys." Harry closed his eyes and when he opened them again he was 8 years old, he was scrubbing some potatoes, Dudley had wanted them for dinner. Dudley came in and looked at him, Harry continued to clean the potatoes, hoping Dudley wouldn't cause him problems. Of course fate wouldn't be on his side. "Mum, the freak is touching the food!" Harry grimaced but continued to wash the potatoes, if he was lucky Petunia wouldn't be all that mad. He wasn't lucky. He was 11, he had been adopted and yet, Dumbledore forced him back to the Dursleys. He was almost hurt, again, but his father had saved him. He had a panic attack, but his family was there for him. He was 12, Lockhart had tried to take advantage of him. His father had found out through his memories, and had promised to keep him safe. Harry knew his dad had gone to the headmaster, not because Dumbledore was trusted, but because he had to.
Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Bellatrix, "Mum, do you think we can go over spells today? I was learning about the summoning charm from Fred and George. Father had already taught me most of the spells we were learning in second year, which was a good thing." Bellatrix smiles at her young charge, she had claimed him, heck most of the others had too, he was young, and caring, and Merlin he was still so trusting. "Of course dear, we can practice that wandlessy for today, try summoning Rebastions wedding ring, hmmm? It was the one thing the guards couldn't take off him." Harry smiles and try's to do so, only managing to make the ring slip a little bit. It had been a solid week, and Harry hadn't been able to sleep at all, unless you counted passing out. He thought it might have been the headmaster who put him here, but he wasn't exactly sure why. He froze as he heard movement. He rushed back to Bellatrix, hoping it wasn't the dementors again. Bellatrix held him to her gently, as if she could protect him from anything. They both gasped at what they saw step in front of their cell...