Harry Potter Characters X Reader

Harry x Reader

A small eight year old boy sat curled up in a small space of his cupboard. His eyelids burned pinkish though he managed to prevent bitter tears from slipping out. He silently lied to himself that his stupid cousin Dudley's punches didn't hurt and that his bigoted Uncle Vernon's screams were absolutely tolerable. He desperately sought for sweet relief from the hurt, fruitlessly holding onto his self-inflicted imaginings. But, the darkness and smallness of his cupboard was suffocating.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. He focused on keeping the rhythm of his breathing. The ache of his bruises dulled and faded into the background of his mind.

However, his metronome breathing missed a beat when he noticed a glowing dot in his cupboard. It appeared very distinct in the dark, and the boy was curious. Cautious yet almost entranced, he moved toward the small dot of light to see that it was a firefly. The boy wondered what this could mean.

Strangely, the firefly held out the tiniest scrap of paper, and, as if by magic, paper slightly enlarged when he held it, pinched between his thumb and index. The boy could now see that it was folded. With his curiosity heightened, he clumsily opened up the folded paper in the dim light near the glowing insect. He read a single word.

'Hello.'

He stared at the simple greeting. The handwriting was very simple. Not too neat and not too messy. It looked very average.

Excited, his mind raced with colorful thoughts as to who sent this message. Noticing that the firefly seems to be waiting for him, he fumbled around his cupboard to find an old broken pencil. He wrote sloppily in an empty space below the concise salutations.

'Hello. My name is Harry Potter. Who are you?'

Having no one to really confide in, he was immensely interested to who this stranger was. Carefully, he folded the paper back to how it was and gave it back to the waiting firefly. The paper subtly shrunk back to its previous miniature size. Soon, the tiny glow of light disappeared into one of the small cracks in his walls.

Though he tried to keep his expectations low, he couldn't help but feel a fizz of happiness at the thought of someone wanting to talk to him.

Ignoring the repulsively deafening footsteps of the Dursleys, Harry Potter laid in his compact mattress to ponder while he waited to be let out.

He waited for an indistinguishable amount of time. The feelings of isolation settled back in. Uncertain hours passed on and on as he waited to either be let out or to receive another written note. Just then, the same glow of a firefly poked its way into the room. Harry sprung up, suddenly overflowing with excitement. They actually responded, he thought happily. Again, he reached for a tiny piece of folded paper and watched it expand in his hands. The note read:

'Harry Potter? I've seen your name in a history book. Do you happen to have a lightning bolt scar on your forehead?

Anyways, I'm happy that I finally got to meet you. Even if you turn out not to be the famous Harry Potter.

I hope we can talk more. My name is-'

Obnoxious sounds and voices came from outside. It seems like it's dinner time. Harry quickly hid the note under his mattress as he heard a fat hand on the flimsy door of his cupboard. Despite being sorely disappointed from the abrupt halt in getting to know possible new friend, he hastily put together a neutral countenance for the sake of avoiding Uncle Vernon from questioning him.

Fortunately, he was released by only listening to his uncle's scolding and directions. Tonight, he was tasked with washing the dishes, both clean and dirty. He sighed but soon regretted it. Vernon shot him a nasty glare. I'd better get to work now so I can write back as soon as possible, thought Harry.