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Chapter 6
AN: Sorry for the note at the start I usually wait but, someone asked if the last scene in the last chapter was a flashback, and I thought I did a pretty good job showing that Harry was dreaming, but if you didn't catch that yes this is a flashback, I wouldn't just drop an arch of like that...that's just silly. So just to be clear, Harry's remembering the first week or so of the summer after the end of fifth year, Sorry for any confusion! =)
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Harry blinked and for a minute he was positive that his mother was lying in his bed looking at him with a grin, another blink and she was gone.
"What. The. Hell?" he muttered aloud, Hedwig tittered in the background,
{Language dear...} he turned around to look at her staring at the owl in mute confusion. Ignoring everything he flopped on the bed,
"Sleep and food deprivation... that's all this is...I'm not going insane or anything..." he muttered unconvincingly, "I'll just sleep and when I wake up in the morning it'll all be alright again." he said scrunching his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to sleep.
{I'm not sure scrunching your eyes that tight is healthy dear...} Hedwig muttered with a coo, he ignored it and continued trying to sleep until he eventually did. His dreams were haphazard and confused, several hours later he woke up feeling anything but rested and with a maddening itch crawling up his back.
"What the hell is going on?" he demanded to the empty air, going to the door and peering out. It was very late, or maybe really early he hadn't looked at the clock, sneaking out of the room and dashing into the bathroom. Tearing off his loose tee-shirt and glaring at his back in confusion. Red spidery lines extended from his shoulder blades and they itched like mad.
"Merlin." he whispered starting awkwardly at the marks, this was beginning to get frightening. The itch intensified and he barely managed to repress the urgent need to scratch those ugly lines. He dug through the medicine cabinet for anything that would help, he came up with an old bottle of crusty calamine lotion from last summer, when Dudley had gotten a rather ugly bought of poison ivy. Harry tore off the cap and pored a good amount over his back. The urgent itch faded into a somewhat manageable tingle. He slowly cleaned up the drops of lotion and took the bottle back to his room, hoping no one would notice such a small thing. By morning Harry hadn't slept any more and had slathered the calamine so much that it felt like there was an armored plate on his back rather than skin. He went down to the kitchen planing to make breakfast, as always but to his surprise Aunt Petunia was already awake making coffee. He continued the motions of getting the food ready but couldn't help a strange sense of unease due to his aunts presence. He set the eggs on and did everything he could to not think about what was happening to him now.
Last summer he would've sent urgent letters to his friends and Dumbledore asking desperately for help and advice, this year however his 'friends' yet again were completely ignoring him and his trust in Dumbledore after the fiasco at the Ministry was less than resolute. He wished with a desperate ache in his heart that Sirius was still alive, even alive and on the run only sending him letters was preferable to this empty neglected feeling. Vernon came down the stairs smiling and booming about his big business deal, or whatever it had been, the huge mass of a man abolished his food and left for work earlier than usual and with a boisterous attitude. Harry diligently cleaned up the plates washing them with no enthusiasm, he didn't notice that both his Aunt and Cousin were watching Vernon's car leave. Dudley piggy eyes watching the car until it turned the corner off to wherever.
"He's gone mum." he called, Harry looked up now confused. Petunia sighed in relief and the mask of shrewdness faded from her face, She looked at him with an emotion that could almost be taken for...fondness.
"Sit." she commanded but not unkindly, He looked at her as he sat feeling very lost. When their eyes met there was no shadowy figure but he felt a connection nonetheless.
[Poor boy must be so confused. Damn Dumbledore for forcing this life on him!] it sounded like Aunt Petunia but softer, kinder more...motherly.
"I need to look at your back, alright Harry?" She said, this time it really was her. He nodded not trusting himself to speak without a waterfall of questions streaming out. She gently lifted to baggy tee-shirt careful not to agitate his back anymore and not to rip of the area's where the lotion had fused the shirt to his back. She tsked once the shirt was completely off,
"This wont do." she said and he felt her tap his back with a finger, "Scorgify." she whispered much to his surprise, even worse was when the crusted lotion actually vanished.
"Much better." she said sounding satisfied, he however was so confused.
"What?" He began but she cut him off, "In a moment dear, I'm going to make your back feel better." she said giving him a kind smile as he tried to twist around and look at her. He got a better look at his back and almost shouted, it was even worse there were...bumps at the center of the red marks. Dudley had come over sometime during his mother's careful handling of his cousin, it was amazing someone that big could move so quietly when he wanted.
"This is probably going to hurt Harry, but it will feel better after I promise." she said placing a her hands over the bumps. Pain like nothing he'd experienced before shot through his back up his spine, it hurt but in the way a broken bone hurt after it was set, a hurt that promised of healing. It was gone after a moment and he opened his eyes to find himself leaning against his aunt panting, Dudley was looking at his back.
"Blue-Black, lucky." he muttered with a rueful grin. Harry just stared at the other boy, what the hell was going on? He twisted looking at his back and froze... there were little stubby wings poking out of his shoulder blades!
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{Eri wake up.} Tayne's voice whispered in his mind, {Wake up you lazy boy, it's nearly sunrise.} she said shaking him gently, brilliant green eyes opened and he grumbled. Looking up at the sky he sighed, it was indeed nearly time to return to the real world.
"Thanks Tayne!" he called taking off from her branches, she laughed the soft sigh that you hear in the trees when there isn't any wind to blame it on. He swooped into the dorm with a quick glance at his dorm-mates none of them even stirred. He sighed not looking forward to the first official day of school at all. He plopped onto his bead and summoned a little diary book out of his trunk, leaning back he opened it too the two special pages in the back. He remembered the year with Voldemort's diary very well and he knew that many would list the two pages in the back of his dairy in the same category but he knew where it's brain was. In the sister diary that his father's brother held, his recently discovered Uncle who was had been his sanity during the summer.
-Are you up uncle?- he wrote watching the words sink into the page, knowing that his uncle would always respond.
-Of course Eri, How are you doing kiddo?- Harry grinned, count on his Uncle to be awake whenever he needed him. Of course being a vampire and a rather eclectic scholar lead to weird sleeping patterns anyway.
AN: Alright....who's lost? C:
Just to clarify, he is defiantly not talking about Vernon in the last part XD …. I promise it will make sense at some point XD
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Harry blinked and for a minute he was positive that his mother was lying in his bed looking at him with a grin, another blink and she was gone.
"What. The. Hell?" he muttered aloud, Hedwig tittered in the background,
{Language dear...} he turned around to look at her staring at the owl in mute confusion. Ignoring everything he flopped on the bed,
"Sleep and food deprivation... that's all this is...I'm not going insane or anything..." he muttered unconvincingly, "I'll just sleep and when I wake up in the morning it'll all be alright again." he said scrunching his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to sleep.
{I'm not sure scrunching your eyes that tight is healthy dear...} Hedwig muttered with a coo, he ignored it and continued trying to sleep until he eventually did. His dreams were haphazard and confused, several hours later he woke up feeling anything but rested and with a maddening itch crawling up his back.
"What the hell is going on?" he demanded to the empty air, going to the door and peering out. It was very late, or maybe really early he hadn't looked at the clock, sneaking out of the room and dashing into the bathroom. Tearing off his loose tee-shirt and glaring at his back in confusion. Red spidery lines extended from his shoulder blades and they itched like mad.
"Merlin." he whispered starting awkwardly at the marks, this was beginning to get frightening. The itch intensified and he barely managed to repress the urgent need to scratch those ugly lines. He dug through the medicine cabinet for anything that would help, he came up with an old bottle of crusty calamine lotion from last summer, when Dudley had gotten a rather ugly bought of poison ivy. Harry tore off the cap and pored a good amount over his back. The urgent itch faded into a somewhat manageable tingle. He slowly cleaned up the drops of lotion and took the bottle back to his room, hoping no one would notice such a small thing. By morning Harry hadn't slept any more and had slathered the calamine so much that it felt like there was an armored plate on his back rather than skin. He went down to the kitchen planing to make breakfast, as always but to his surprise Aunt Petunia was already awake making coffee. He continued the motions of getting the food ready but couldn't help a strange sense of unease due to his aunts presence. He set the eggs on and did everything he could to not think about what was happening to him now.
Last summer he would've sent urgent letters to his friends and Dumbledore asking desperately for help and advice, this year however his 'friends' yet again were completely ignoring him and his trust in Dumbledore after the fiasco at the Ministry was less than resolute. He wished with a desperate ache in his heart that Sirius was still alive, even alive and on the run only sending him letters was preferable to this empty neglected feeling. Vernon came down the stairs smiling and booming about his big business deal, or whatever it had been, the huge mass of a man abolished his food and left for work earlier than usual and with a boisterous attitude. Harry diligently cleaned up the plates washing them with no enthusiasm, he didn't notice that both his Aunt and Cousin were watching Vernon's car leave. Dudley piggy eyes watching the car until it turned the corner off to wherever.
"He's gone mum." he called, Harry looked up now confused. Petunia sighed in relief and the mask of shrewdness faded from her face, She looked at him with an emotion that could almost be taken for...fondness.
"Sit." she commanded but not unkindly, He looked at her as he sat feeling very lost. When their eyes met there was no shadowy figure but he felt a connection nonetheless.
[Poor boy must be so confused. Damn Dumbledore for forcing this life on him!] it sounded like Aunt Petunia but softer, kinder more...motherly.
"I need to look at your back, alright Harry?" She said, this time it really was her. He nodded not trusting himself to speak without a waterfall of questions streaming out. She gently lifted to baggy tee-shirt careful not to agitate his back anymore and not to rip of the area's where the lotion had fused the shirt to his back. She tsked once the shirt was completely off,
"This wont do." she said and he felt her tap his back with a finger, "Scorgify." she whispered much to his surprise, even worse was when the crusted lotion actually vanished.
"Much better." she said sounding satisfied, he however was so confused.
"What?" He began but she cut him off, "In a moment dear, I'm going to make your back feel better." she said giving him a kind smile as he tried to twist around and look at her. He got a better look at his back and almost shouted, it was even worse there were...bumps at the center of the red marks. Dudley had come over sometime during his mother's careful handling of his cousin, it was amazing someone that big could move so quietly when he wanted.
"This is probably going to hurt Harry, but it will feel better after I promise." she said placing a her hands over the bumps. Pain like nothing he'd experienced before shot through his back up his spine, it hurt but in the way a broken bone hurt after it was set, a hurt that promised of healing. It was gone after a moment and he opened his eyes to find himself leaning against his aunt panting, Dudley was looking at his back.
"Blue-Black, lucky." he muttered with a rueful grin. Harry just stared at the other boy, what the hell was going on? He twisted looking at his back and froze... there were little stubby wings poking out of his shoulder blades!
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{Eri wake up.} Tayne's voice whispered in his mind, {Wake up you lazy boy, it's nearly sunrise.} she said shaking him gently, brilliant green eyes opened and he grumbled. Looking up at the sky he sighed, it was indeed nearly time to return to the real world.
"Thanks Tayne!" he called taking off from her branches, she laughed the soft sigh that you hear in the trees when there isn't any wind to blame it on. He swooped into the dorm with a quick glance at his dorm-mates none of them even stirred. He sighed not looking forward to the first official day of school at all. He plopped onto his bead and summoned a little diary book out of his trunk, leaning back he opened it too the two special pages in the back. He remembered the year with Voldemort's diary very well and he knew that many would list the two pages in the back of his dairy in the same category but he knew where it's brain was. In the sister diary that his father's brother held, his recently discovered Uncle who was had been his sanity during the summer.
-Are you up uncle?- he wrote watching the words sink into the page, knowing that his uncle would always respond.
-Of course Eri, How are you doing kiddo?- Harry grinned, count on his Uncle to be awake whenever he needed him. Of course being a vampire and a rather eclectic scholar lead to weird sleeping patterns anyway.
AN: Alright....who's lost? C:
Just to clarify, he is defiantly not talking about Vernon in the last part XD …. I promise it will make sense at some point XD