A Nundu for A Pet

Magical Creature

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"Harry." His aunt found her voice to speak. Shaking fearfully, she gulped loudly as she helped her son stand up.

"What is that thing?" Her voice cracked like an egg, looking at him for the first time with genuine fear. Harry had never seen her like that before, but he could understand why his uncle was unconscious on the ground. His chest rising and lowering was a sign that he was still alive. Dudley was hiding behind Petunia, his big, chubby legs shaking; he looked on the verge of collapsing again.

Harry remembered when he had been in a very similar position not long ago; the frying pan had hit his head; thankfully, his uncle didn't have good aim, but Harry still remembered the pain; it hadn't gotten away for two weeks, he had found himself hiding in the cupboard, locking the door until Petunia told his uncle that the food was ready.

"She's my friend, Itisa." Harry eventually answered as he rubbed her chin with his index finger; his 'cat' purred in delight and let out a roar upon hearing her name; it was her way of saying that she liked the name and agreed with Harry calling her a friend.

"A friend!!" His aunt shrieked; for a brief moment, she glared at Harry and Itisa, but that was more than enough for his friend to let out a roar as a warning for her to keep her distance; his aunt was startled, stepping away, her face went pale as a groan was heard from Vernon who stirred up, his head moving around in confusion.

I guess peace can only last so long; Harry thought as his uncle reached up, using the nearby table as support to stand up on his feet; the moment his eyes landed on Harry, his face turned red, and his veins looked ready to burst, as did his head.

"YOU!!" His uncle shouted in fury, but as he seemed ready to throw himself at Harry like an elephant, somehow, his aunt got in front of him, stopping him from anything reckless.

"Vernon, calm down." "CALM DOWN. THAT FREAK ANIMAL!!" He shouted even more, and the whole house shook with his voice, echoing from the ceiling to the floor. Itisa let out a roar; this one sounded much more threatening; her spikes came out instantly, but not the ones around her legs, so they wouldn't poke Harry's shoulder.

"Harry, go to your room," Petunia told him, looking back at him for a brief moment; while Harry wanted to ignore her, he knew his uncle was furious, and Harry knew he was scary when he was mad, and he didn't want his only friend to be at the receiving end of his wrath.

"Come on, Itisa." Harry spoke warmly, almost childishly; she gave a warning look towards Petunia and Vernon before following Harry inside his little 'room.'

His uncle didn't even wait until he fully closed the door to start shouting words like: "I want the Freak out of this House. That Freak Animal almost killed me." His uncle shouted.

It was not the first time he had heard similar words. He remembered when his clothes became too small for him, they tried to delay it, but one day, the teacher complained, and his 'lovely' relatives were forced in a way to buy him new clothes. The same night, Harry found it difficult to sleep, his uncle ranting that it was one thing to keep him inside the House and another to spend money on him.

The same night, Harry had enough and tried to run away, but he quickly realized he had no idea where he was going; he didn't know how to survive on his own. But the same night, Harry had learned that he could talk to snakes.