Magic's Child

One Moment

Harry Potter was extremely confused.

He is doing everything he is supposed to. He is being quiet. He is pretending he doesn't exist he is waiting in his cupboard. Then everything around him starts going crazy.

First one of his uncle Vernon's guests comes bursting into his cupboard, and according to his perfect memory never had that ever been a good thing, then he said what he was supposed to say, just as he always did, just as he was taught to do, and then the lady was picking him up.

As far as he knew being touched wasn't a good thing, at least it hadn't been since he lived with his parents, and here he was, in some strange women's arms being touched, being held, being... comforted. It was strange phenomenon. At least in the Dursley household it was. Harry so badly wanted to look into her eyes, to see the motives behind them, as he would have in the past, but he had long since learned that that was a bad idea. Looking into his betters eyes was a good way to get punished, and that would definitely be bad.

Then just as soon as the shock of being picked up wore off, he was being put down, and Vernon was yelling, and Aunt Petunia was shrieking, and people were running, and the door was being slammed, and then Vernon was turning around to face him, look of pure rage upon his face.

"YOU!" Vernon yelled, face red going on purple, the veins on his forehead bulging. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU AND YOUR FREAKY FREAKISHNESS LOST ME MY JOB!!!!!!!!!"

Harry kept his head down just as he was supposed to. He listened to the loud, storming footsteps of his uncle as the man stomped over towards him, and then proceeded to smack him straight across the face. Harry fell to the floor, clutching his face.

Harry looked up at his uncle, ignoring the instincts that he had learned in the last five years to keep his head down. His eyes widened at the sight. Vernon was by far the maddest and the meanest he had ever been. And his uncle had been very mean and mad before.

He looked into the man he was forced to call uncle's eyes and saw nothing but pure, unimaginable rage. He saw through his uncle's eyes the memories of what had taken place that very evening as he sat inside his cupboard pretending that he did not exist. And he knew, as he lay down on that floor that his uncle was about to do something very drastic, something that would change his life forever one way or another.

Harry averted his eyes once more, bring his head down and folding in on himself using his arms and legs to protecting as much of himself as he could, as a flurry of kicks began to rain down on him.

His uncle began to scream once more, punctuating each word with another kick. "IT'S" kick "ALL" kick "YOUR" kick "FAULT!"

"VERNON!" Petunia screeched, "Not in my living room! Not in front of my Duddykins!" 'Duddykins' just continued to stuff his face with the food that Harry had cooked, not paying attention to what was going on in front of his own two eyes. Not caring that his cousin was about to be potentially murdered as he lay witness.

"This freak just lost me my job Petunia!" Vernon bellowed, not stopping the onslaught of kicks. "I can very well kick him wherever I want! In front of whoever I want! This is my house Petunia, and I refuse to deal with such disrespect!"

"The Danvers are probably outside calling the police right now. Be smart about this Vernon! You shouldn't be doing this right now! We will just clear this big misunderstanding up with the police, and then you can kick the freak. You cannot go to jail Vernon! Think of what the neighbors' sill say!"

In the back of his mind, Vernon knew that what he was doing was wrong and stupid, and that the Danvers had probably already called the police, and that he was probably was going to be going to jail but that was the back of his mind, and the forefront was all he was paying attention to right in that moment.