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What It Takes to Be a Man
Hey, guys! English is not my original language, so please forgive a few mistakes, but tell me if there are too many, so I can get a beta, okay? ^______^ Good! This story is a way for me to learn English better and to put to "paper" a long-time idea of mine, though the idea is mostly about what will be a sequel. I won't say any more... to not spoil it! Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
What It Takes to Be a Man
In.
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A small, waif-ish boy smiled a very tiny smile, the most he would ever allow himself. He knew something bad would happen if his cousin saw him happy in the play park, but the child couldn't help it; he had successfully managed to swing by himself, which his roly-poly cousin, to put it politely, could not manage. Not that he would've gotten to swing if he didn't do it himself - no one would push him, nor would they teach him. Of course, his new talent would have to be kept secret, like his other special gifts. The Dursleys, he knew, would not stand for their hated nephew to surpass their sweet Dinky Duddydums. Harry rubbed his arm ruefully. He knew all too well.
Harry stopped swinging, so as to not tempt fate, and wandered off to the more thickly treed area of the surrounding park. Dudley seemed to be frightened of the Little Surrey Park, except for the play park. That suited his cousin just fine. He had one more sanctuary from his tormentor.
The raven haired boy absentmindedly pushed his slightly broken but still serviceable glasses further up his face. Catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, he turned and peered at the strange light. It was not like any light Harry had seen... almost ethereal to his wide emerald eyes. Harry followed the light blindly with all of the curiosity his relatives had tried unsuccesfully to destroy. It was getting paler! The light was fading, and Harry quickened his pace to a nearly impossible speed for one of his age and short stride. As he got closer, he could feel an ache on his forehead, but he ignored it in favor of the strange light.
Finally he reached his destination, and a very odd sight reached his eyes. A tiny woman, so small she could fit into even his hand, was crouching, trembling behind a shield of the light he saw. A large snake with a flared hood was trying to breach the little woman's defense, and it was beginning to work. Harry unthinkingly grabbed a stick off of the ground, not caring (or perhaps not realizing) that the very large snake could eat him in a single bite, or that the pain in his head - which, now that he thought about it, was in the same area as his strange scar - increased three-fold. He could handle pain.
He raced towards the fighting pair, and bellowed (in his little boy voice), "You leave her alone, big bully!"
The snake stared at him venomously (pun not intended). Harry was frightened, more frightened than he had ever been, but he held his chin up unflinchingly and glared right back. The snake opened his mouth and he tensed, preparing to whack it with his stick, which he nearly dropped as it spoke.
"Foolish wizard-child! You ssspeak of mattersss you know not of. I sssuggessst you run back to your parentsss, and forget about this."
Harry scowled, accepting the circumstances in a child-like manner (for he was a child), and retorted with a very rude "No way!" followed by a noisy, wet raspberry. The snake rolled its eyes - 'Another oddity,' Harry thought - before lunging at him, mouth wide open again. Harry shut his eyes, swinging wildly at the snake with his makeshift weapon.
'Please... please just send it away from here!' He felt a rush of... of something and the snake screamed - an unpleasant, shrill sound - and it was silent again. Harry opened his eyes cautiously, first one, then the other, with his "staff" still held potectively in his grasp. The snake was gone, and so was the little woman. He searched and searched, but he could not find them. A niggling little sense told him he should know where they were; it didn't tell him either. Sighing, he finally gave up, and made his way back to the play park, still clutching the stick.
Of course, Harry couldn't have known that he had sent the snake, who went by the name of Nagini, and was rather posessed, to the dark forests of Albania. Her master's plans for the Potter boy had been ruined, thanks to the brat himself, who Voldemort had not recognised until too late. As for the fairy, she had not left the clearing, merely casting a glamour, so as to not be seen. She stared at the retreating boy, a half-amused, half-bemused smile playing on her lips.
"You are a strange one, young minari. I thank you for that. I owe you a debt, for you have saved my life, an action I will not soon forget." With that, she flitted off to call a meeting of the rest of the council. Perhaps it was time for another Gael to arise...
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Harry had miraculously made it back to the play park without getting lost; he had adventured through most of the forest, but not that particular clearing, strangely enough. Less miraculously, the Dursleys never noticed his absence, too busy doting on their rotund beachball of a son - Harry was in a less polite mood - to notice their nephew's disappearance. He quietly sat beneath a large tree, the shade soothing his suddenly warm skin, and he waited for his aunt and uncle - or rather his cousin - to get bored and decide to leave. Harry knew it wouldn't be long; the porky boy was already very red and sweaty from the little physical exercise his parents could not do for him. Surely enough, not five minutes later, Dudley screamed for the whole world, or at least the play park, to hear,
"MUUUUMYYYY! DAAAAADYYYY! I WANNA GO HOME NOW!"
His parents quickly tried to calm his (totally unreasonable) tantrum, with bribes of sweets and toys. Dudley quieted, a smug expression on his face as they turned to leave. Harry stood, leaving the stick beneath the tree. Brushing away any dirt, he followed. He knew they would leave him there if he did not make himself known, but that they did not want to be seen with a freak like him. He trailed after at a slower pace, leaving a good distance between his relatives and himself. When they arrived at Number Four, Harry did his chores obediently, ate his paltry meal of stale bread and tepid water, and climbed into his cupboard. He gently brushed away a few spiders that had grown attatched to him, and laid down to sleep.
Harry's last thought before entering Mopheus's Realm was, 'What a weird day...'
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Chapter 1
What It Takes to Be a Man
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
A small, waif-ish boy smiled a very tiny smile, the most he would ever allow himself. He knew something bad would happen if his cousin saw him happy in the play park, but the child couldn't help it; he had successfully managed to swing by himself, which his roly-poly cousin, to put it politely, could not manage. Not that he would've gotten to swing if he didn't do it himself - no one would push him, nor would they teach him. Of course, his new talent would have to be kept secret, like his other special gifts. The Dursleys, he knew, would not stand for their hated nephew to surpass their sweet Dinky Duddydums. Harry rubbed his arm ruefully. He knew all too well.
Harry stopped swinging, so as to not tempt fate, and wandered off to the more thickly treed area of the surrounding park. Dudley seemed to be frightened of the Little Surrey Park, except for the play park. That suited his cousin just fine. He had one more sanctuary from his tormentor.
The raven haired boy absentmindedly pushed his slightly broken but still serviceable glasses further up his face. Catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, he turned and peered at the strange light. It was not like any light Harry had seen... almost ethereal to his wide emerald eyes. Harry followed the light blindly with all of the curiosity his relatives had tried unsuccesfully to destroy. It was getting paler! The light was fading, and Harry quickened his pace to a nearly impossible speed for one of his age and short stride. As he got closer, he could feel an ache on his forehead, but he ignored it in favor of the strange light.
Finally he reached his destination, and a very odd sight reached his eyes. A tiny woman, so small she could fit into even his hand, was crouching, trembling behind a shield of the light he saw. A large snake with a flared hood was trying to breach the little woman's defense, and it was beginning to work. Harry unthinkingly grabbed a stick off of the ground, not caring (or perhaps not realizing) that the very large snake could eat him in a single bite, or that the pain in his head - which, now that he thought about it, was in the same area as his strange scar - increased three-fold. He could handle pain.
He raced towards the fighting pair, and bellowed (in his little boy voice), "You leave her alone, big bully!"
The snake stared at him venomously (pun not intended). Harry was frightened, more frightened than he had ever been, but he held his chin up unflinchingly and glared right back. The snake opened his mouth and he tensed, preparing to whack it with his stick, which he nearly dropped as it spoke.
"Foolish wizard-child! You ssspeak of mattersss you know not of. I sssuggessst you run back to your parentsss, and forget about this."
Harry scowled, accepting the circumstances in a child-like manner (for he was a child), and retorted with a very rude "No way!" followed by a noisy, wet raspberry. The snake rolled its eyes - 'Another oddity,' Harry thought - before lunging at him, mouth wide open again. Harry shut his eyes, swinging wildly at the snake with his makeshift weapon.
'Please... please just send it away from here!' He felt a rush of... of something and the snake screamed - an unpleasant, shrill sound - and it was silent again. Harry opened his eyes cautiously, first one, then the other, with his "staff" still held potectively in his grasp. The snake was gone, and so was the little woman. He searched and searched, but he could not find them. A niggling little sense told him he should know where they were; it didn't tell him either. Sighing, he finally gave up, and made his way back to the play park, still clutching the stick.
Of course, Harry couldn't have known that he had sent the snake, who went by the name of Nagini, and was rather posessed, to the dark forests of Albania. Her master's plans for the Potter boy had been ruined, thanks to the brat himself, who Voldemort had not recognised until too late. As for the fairy, she had not left the clearing, merely casting a glamour, so as to not be seen. She stared at the retreating boy, a half-amused, half-bemused smile playing on her lips.
"You are a strange one, young minari. I thank you for that. I owe you a debt, for you have saved my life, an action I will not soon forget." With that, she flitted off to call a meeting of the rest of the council. Perhaps it was time for another Gael to arise...
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Harry had miraculously made it back to the play park without getting lost; he had adventured through most of the forest, but not that particular clearing, strangely enough. Less miraculously, the Dursleys never noticed his absence, too busy doting on their rotund beachball of a son - Harry was in a less polite mood - to notice their nephew's disappearance. He quietly sat beneath a large tree, the shade soothing his suddenly warm skin, and he waited for his aunt and uncle - or rather his cousin - to get bored and decide to leave. Harry knew it wouldn't be long; the porky boy was already very red and sweaty from the little physical exercise his parents could not do for him. Surely enough, not five minutes later, Dudley screamed for the whole world, or at least the play park, to hear,
"MUUUUMYYYY! DAAAAADYYYY! I WANNA GO HOME NOW!"
His parents quickly tried to calm his (totally unreasonable) tantrum, with bribes of sweets and toys. Dudley quieted, a smug expression on his face as they turned to leave. Harry stood, leaving the stick beneath the tree. Brushing away any dirt, he followed. He knew they would leave him there if he did not make himself known, but that they did not want to be seen with a freak like him. He trailed after at a slower pace, leaving a good distance between his relatives and himself. When they arrived at Number Four, Harry did his chores obediently, ate his paltry meal of stale bread and tepid water, and climbed into his cupboard. He gently brushed away a few spiders that had grown attatched to him, and laid down to sleep.
Harry's last thought before entering Mopheus's Realm was, 'What a weird day...'
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