A Nundu for A Pet

Accidental Magic

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"Mother's Day is coming," Harry murmured under his breath; he had heard Dudley bring it up quite often. And when he had checked the calendar, he saw the day was approaching.

Harry had heard about it before since he had no parents, he was sure this day didn't count for him, but when teacher Bukuria at school had told him that it didn't matter, he could still give something to the person he considered mother, his aunt was the closest thing to a mother that he had.

He had seen how his aunt would smile at Dudley when he gave her a gift for Mother's Day. His gifts were usually drawings, but despite their small size, his aunt always smiled with pride and love; she kissed Dudley on the cheeks before calling him 'Her Precious Boy.'

Harry couldn't remember her calling him that; she was always very angry with him; every time something bad happened, even if it was Dudley's fault, Harry always took the blame. One of these days, Harry was sure they would start blaming him every time it started raining.

Harry never understood why; his aunt always told him to always tell the truth, to not be like his 'Lying Parents' and that god would judge him if he lied. Harry always told the truth. He never lied to them, but they still didn't trust him. Eventually, he wondered why he even bothered telling the truth; if the truth always gave him problems, it would be better to lie and avoid the unnecessary consequences.

As a six-year-old boy, Harry wondered if his aunt didn't like him because he had yet to give her anything good for Mother's Day. He had never given her anything because he didn't really know what it was until last year. But now, he was prepared to give her a gift; his little heart couldn't help but beat faster; the thought of her kissing his cheek, the thought of her finally showing some affection, made him want to draw even faster.

After finishing his drawing, he looked at it from every angle. He wanted to make sure it was perfect, but he quickly found something he didn't like, so he made sure to fix it. Eventually, he finished the drawing; it showed their house from outside and them standing in front of the staircase.

Soon, the morning came, and he heard his aunt walking downstairs; she was always the first to wake up. He felt his heart beating much faster than ever before; he held the drawing to his chest tightly; he held it like it was his most precious treasure.

"Wake Up, Freak!" His aunt shouted while knocking on the door loudly, causing bits of dust to fall from the ceiling of the cupboard. The words felt like a bad sting, but he held the tears; once he showed her the drawing, she would smile at him the same way he smiled at Dudley. He was sure of it.

"I'm coming, Aunty," Harry said with a smile; his little legs moved as fast as they could; he opened the door of the cupboard, and once he stepped outside, his aunt was in the kitchen, her back turned to him; he heard her humming to herself while doing something with the bread. Harry approached slowly; once he was close enough, he nudged her leg; she turned to look at him, her softness disappeared, and she glared at him; he almost flinched but quickly remembered about his gift.

"What do you want freak?" The words felt like a slap to the face; his eyes suddenly burned, but he mustered all his strength and showed her his drawing.