The Dark Side of Magic

A Letter from Hogwarts

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Harry Potter

He could not remember the last time he had felt like this. For as long as he could remember, he had always lived in fear of the Dursleys; he was always worried about stepping out of line, knowing what would happen if he did. Vernon always scared him; after all, he was big, like a bus. The man's smile always instilled fear in Harry.

Harry had tried to find ways to ignore them. He had tried to succeed at school, but that was taken away from him when his aunt found out that his grades were much better than her son's. Harry would always remember the pain he felt that night, but not anymore.

A whole year had passed since the day Anakin became part of his life. He wasn't sure yet who Anakin was. Not for lack of trying—he had asked Anakin who he was and how it was possible for him to speak with him, but Anakin had yet to reveal anything about himself. The voice in his head refused to answer, and Harry had decided to stop asking questions after trying three times. He didn't want to upset him. The thought of Anakin getting upset and leaving him... Harry didn't want to imagine that.

The following day, after he sent Vernon flying and threw the plate at his forehead, he decided that he was no longer comfortable sleeping in the cupboard.

' "I will sleep in Dudley's second room from now on," Harry announced to everyone as he prepared breakfast himself—two eggs with toast. He knew how to cook from the many, many times his aunt had forced him to cook for the house. He used to dislike it, but at this point, he found cooking quite relaxing. Now that he could eat whatever he wanted, he felt extra excited to cook.

"LISTEN HERE, YOU FILTHY, FREAK—" Vernon didn't get to finish his sentence as Harry pushed his hand towards him as if he was about to use the Force. He didn't know yet how to use the Force on command; yesterday, he only did it because, according to Anakin, he was too emotional. Anakin had told him it would take time until he could do it on command, but his 'relatives' didn't need to know that part.

"Do I need to teach you the same lesson, Vernon?" Harry asked in a dangerous tone, his half-open hand extended towards Vernon. The man's face had turned red like a traffic light, and Harry could see Dudley shaking in his seat like the little pig that he was while Aunt Petunia had gone white in the face.

"As I said, that cupboard will no longer be my room. I will have Dudley's second room," Harry said with a serious voice, his eyes glaring at the person who caused him so much suffering. Vernon never nodded his head, but Harry knew the man would not get in his way. '

After that day, Harry walked upstairs and entered Dudley's room. Inside, he found a mountain of broken toys that Dudley no longer used. One of them was a bike. Harry wondered what had possessed Aunt Petunia to buy that for her son; it wasn't like Dudley was known for his good physique. If anything, Harry was surprised Dudley hadn't tried to eat the bike, thinking it was a cake.

Harry spent the whole day cleaning the second room. Thankfully, it was a Saturday, so he didn't need to go to school. After five hours of cleaning the room, Harry was finally done. The bad smell was gone, and he had made sure to put everything in its place. Despite how much cleaning he did, many of Dudley's toys were still left in his room, but Anakin had made sure to tell him to keep them since they could make for good practice when he started learning how to use the Force.