Harry Potter Volume 1

Bird's Eye View

Where he was, Harry didn't know. He saw that he was flying near the ceiling of a small room, dimly lit by a single tube light exactly in the middle. I must have fallen asleep after Dudley kicked me into the closet again. Or else, how could I fly? He could feel the wind under his wings, damp and dry. He looked down.

Under the tube light was a table. On one side sat a police officer and on the other sat a prisoner. How he could tell? Uniforms. Oh, and the handcuffs.

The officer looked almost his uncle's age. While his uncle was fat and loud, this man was lean and was a soft speaker. He asked the prisoner questions quite softly, even if the prisoner's answers annpyed him. The prisoner, on the other hand, was very tall. If he stands, the ceiling would brush his messy hair, and he replied to every question with some cryptic and irritating answer. And both of them were good looking. Harry had to give them that. The officer's sharp blue eyes and black hair contrasted with the prisoner's pure black eyes and dark hair. Harry felt that the officer can spot lies instantly and that the prisoner can insult anyone in front of everyone, all while speaking truths and all while smiling.

The officer was angry, he could guess because he asked something and the prisoner only laughed. The officer closed his eyes, as if trying to stop himself from beating that man.

'I shall repeat it only once again. If you laugh, I'll kill you here. Now, why did you do it?'

'Well, both of us know why I did what I did. What's the point in asking?' the prisoner seemed a lot calm to Harry than the officer.

The officer sighed, exasperated, and said, 'The others are very angry, you know?'

'I do know. But we did benefit from it, didn't we?'

The officer's look changed. He looked defeated. 'Fine. We both did benefit from it. But if we don't correct what we did, I am going to lose my respect and-'

But the prisoner cut him, 'Am I speaking to the clever old bastard that is my brother or an old fool?'

Suddenly, the officer smiled. I thought he'd shoot him or something and the prisoner is his brother? They look and behave so differently.

'Hmm. You are on the right track then.' His voice was different this time. It was cunning. 'But we are going to set this right. And let's benefit from it again.'

'It would be very difficult.'

'As if I don't know that,' the officer snorted.

'Then give me full power,' the prisoner said, his eyes with a mad gleam. Harry didn't understand a thing. Who are these people? What crime did he commit? Why the officer suddenly joined him? And that too, his brother? Full power? Where am I?

'And you'll destroy everything with it,' the officer said, eyebrow raised.

'I cleaned my own mess more than once back then, didn't I?'

'You did. And promise me you won't start the Armageddon.' What?

The prisoner looked clearly surprised to Harry at the officer's words, then laughed. 'So, are you letting me out?'

'Not exactly.'

Suddenly, Harry felt cold wind hitting his face from the cell's window. Water trickled through the bars. Rain. And then, the officer stood, and pulled out something from his back pocket. It was a small coin. He flipped it with his fingers. Harry could clearly see it even from the ceiling. Fire and Power. He somehow knew what the symbols on each side meant. But what does that mean?

He tossed it at the prisoner who, for some reason, licked his lips. 'Fine. You are free.'

The prisoner took the coin into his hand and instantly, the handcuffs fell off. He breathed deeply, as if taking strength from it. 'Good. I am off, then.'

'What will you do?'

'You already know what is on my mind,' he cooed as he passed the officer who suddenly took his hand, twisted it and the until-now-prisoner fell to the ground. He must have been hurt. The ground is hard.

'But I can't leave you completely free. You are too crafty.' The officer said as he gripped his hand tightly. The prisoner screamed as if his hand burned at the touch. Harry felt his feathers (Yeah, he was still flying) rise and lightning struck the tall tree outside the window. He saw nothing else as he was blinded. He heard nothing else of their conversation either because of the crashing thunder.

Harry woke up with a start, and his head hit the roof of his closet, 'OUCH!' he yelped.

Still, the thunder continued. It took a moment for him to realize that it wasn't thunder but just his bully cousin jumping on the stairs, shouting, 'HARRY! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!'

How much had he wished he could punch his cousin's teeth out. He sighed.

Anyway, he pushed it out of his mind for a while as he opened the closet door slowly, only to find Dudley shove the door in his face again. It hit him and he fell on the hard bed. I'll kill him.

He slowly stood, walked our cautiously again. Dudley was with Aunt Petunia. Harry let out a relieved sigh as he walked towards the main door.