Last Son of Earth

Chapter II -Family-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

/Sign Language\

–Parseltongue–

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter II

–Family–

Hogsmeade weekend, late September 1943

HJP's POV

Harry was sitting behind the counter as usual when Tom did return. The man looked up towards the teenager and immediately put a stasis spell on the potion, which made the teenager snort. Harry huffed and stood.

/Where be you?\

"Orphanage. Only returned to Hogwarts last month." Harry frowned. Orphanage... abuse. He remembered that much. "It's okay." He shook his head. It wasn't. "Did you practice your voice?"

Harry opened his mouth and a sound almost like whistle left it.

"It's better." Tom agreed amused, much to Harry's glare. "How's work?"

Harry grimaced. He didn't need to explain, Tom understood. Tom could tell what Harry thought just by his expressions. It was spooky.

"You wear your emotions in your sleeve. Of course I can read you." Tom argued, only for Harry to huff. "It's kind of cute actually."

Harry's eyes grew and he turned towards Tom, glaring at him and started to hear shouts. He frowned puzzled, only for the sound to stop. To his surprise, Tom was massaging his own ears when the sound finally stopped.

"As hilarious as it is to get under your skin enough to make you scream... you have a really high voice." Tom hissed. "Merlin's beard, that was loud!"

Harry's eyes grew and took a hand to his mouth, wide-eyed. That was him?

–LSE–

Hogsmeade weekend, mid October 1943

Slowly, very slowly, Harry started to be able to use his voice. First only sounds unintelligible, but then the others started. It was a slow job, and it left him with his throat arching as if he had just screamed his throat dry... even if he had just said hello.

Harry closed the Apothecary shop for the day and left Hogsmeade. He had a meeting at the Ministry of Magic today.

–LSE–

When Harry arrived Hogsmeade he found Tom by the doors of the shop, his arms crossed and glaring back. He blushed as if he was a child being scolded by his relatives. He opened the door and entered with the teenager, before locking the door again and going to the back.

"Did you know that today was students Hogsmeade weekend?" Tom snarled, going after him to the private area of the house.

Harry shook his head. His throat was beyond sore at the amount of talking he had done already. Finally, he picked the folder he had been given and set it on the kitchen table. He mentioned Tom to open it as he started to heat milk with honey for himself.