The Slytherin in Me

Morning was coming into the nice little street Privet Drive. The perfect houses with their perfect little gardens were glistening with dew. All families were proud to say to be the perfect model of a normal British family. All with exception of one who had taken on many pains to hide their shame.

Since ten years this family hid a secret that was for them too shameful as to let it become known. They had already tried anything they could think of to make this little secret more normal but even now it hasn't bear fruit.

At this wonderful morning the secret woke up as all the years before early at six o' clock to make the breakfast. The secret's name was Harry Potter and he was the secret of his relatives, the Dursleys.

Oh you may ask yourself just why this Harry Potter was a shameful secret for them, but on the first sight you would never know just why. The Dursleys were very prominent in their settling. Vernon Dursley as worker of an drill fabric and Petunia Dursley as an excellent cook and the best hostess. Dudley Dursley, the youngest member of the Dursley family was known for his good manners and being the pride of his parents despite that his little gang that beat up nearly all neighbours children, who were too intimidated to tell their parents.

That made the Dursleys a normal family. But as I told before, little Harry Potter was also an occupant of Privet Drive No. Four, house of the Dursleys. He was known for nothing but making trouble and was generally avoided by everyone. Harry had nothing to do with these reputations, which were the Dursleys doing as they were afraid what someone could find out if they talked to him.

Harry Potter was in fact not normal. He was a wizard, a magical being.

That was in fact the reason why the Dursleys feared and hated him. Something Harry had been from the moment he was conceived and nothing more. The irrationality of the fear from the Dursleys made things not better, it made it worse.

From the moment that Harry was laid on the doormat of the Dursleys he was abused, neglected and tortured. The Dursleys did everything they could beat, starve, scream, work and bleed the magic out of his tiny little body and nothing worked. That he still lived had Harry thank for the very thing the Dursleys hated him for.

Normally Harry Potter would get up and make breakfast at six o' clock like every day for his very hungry relatives, who were quite enormous with their hunger being endless. But this would be the first day of many where his routine was interrupted. This morning Harry Potter woke up knowing exactly who he was, what he was and where he came from.

Today was the first day of Bartimaeus Albus Circenn Harold Severus Snape.

Harry was at first stunned to look up to the ceiling of his cupboard and his inner clockwork telling him it was time to make breakfast for his uncle, aunt and cousin, but then the realization that his plan has been executed and he was exactly where he had hoped to be ran through him.

Harry smirked at he sat up and opened the door. Oh how he was going to love this time around. Oh he still had to bear the abuse but now he had choices his nearly eleven old self hadn't known before. He could now steer his destiny in the right direction without making the mistakes that had destroyed his past life.

His plan to transport himself in his ten year old body had functioned and now he had only to handle the abuse until Hagrid and his Hogwarts letter came. He would never be helpless and unknowing again.

Wearing his mask he looked now downtrodden but still pleasant and made the breakfast without complains.

When Petunia came down she was glad to see that the freak had already made coffee and started to make her Duddikins and Vernon a healthy breakfast for their growing bodies and hard working minds. Softly going near him as to observe undetected what he did she did not know that Harry had already learned to hear her and to look his best miserable and scared as soon as she came.

“Did you make the éclairs for our afternoon tea? Mrs. Pimple was pleased and praised my cooking the last time and I would not like to disappoint her just because you forget to make them.” That was one of the best reasons to have the little freak around. He could cook like a master chef just as SHE had done when she was alive.

Petunia had hated her since she was adopted in her family. Oh her parents had been so proud that their adopted little angel became magical and could go to this freak school with all the other freaks and learned things anyone normal would have been abhorred to learn.

And then after she had finally killed herself with her freakiness, these other freaks dare to give her the son of her to look after. With threats that if she didn't they would harm her what could she have done? So in her endless generosity and being a very caring and soft-hearted person she took that little piece of freakish filth into her house.

In fear that Dudley could be infected by his freakishness she let him have the cupboard and not the shed as Vernon had recommended. She found it just fair that that freak then could help in the house and with the upholding peace in the household.

It did not matter to her when Vernon or Dudley used the little freak to polish their kickboxing style or that the punishments of her husband were downright life endangering. They all did what they had to do to help the little freak not to become the same as his parents. If they could get all freakishness out of Harry they could finally live a normal life without fear that someone would see the abnormal behaviour of her nephew.

“Yes Aunt Petunia I made them already and everything else you must have made for Mrs. Pimple that she wanted to taste for ages. I also have already made the laundry and hung up the sheets. The lawn has been mowed and I did clean up the china you wanted to us this afternoon from Aunt Marge.”

Petunia nodded very grateful that she had taught the freak to work hard and independent as well as listen to everything hr guest said when she was serving the dishes of her excellent cooking. He served perfectly as butler when she was too caught up in trading stories of the on goings in the street or the latest news just what the handsome Mr. Larker did this weekend and especially with whom.

“Yes that was what I wanted boy. But have you already painted the fences and tended to the garden? I told you that the new Petunias had to be watered and cared for before I get up so that they look as if I had already tended to them yesterday! Now I hear Vernon Diddydums coming down so serve the breakfast and when you have tended to the garden I might give you something to eat but only if it is satisfactory, you hear me!”

Pleased with the timid nod her nephew, not that he really was mind you, no freak was family to her god forbid, she seated herself to the table and smiled at Vernon and Dudley as they came in the kitchen. She was the perfect wife in any way and was always there to make sure that both her husband and son got never to work and school neglected and without enough food.

Harry was avoiding the outstretched leg of Dudley as he served the bacon and the toast as well as scrambled eggs and bread. The pancakes were still in the oven and on ready to be transferred on a cool plate so that no one, beside him would be burning his fingers at the hot plate out of the oven. Looking steadily on the ground and avoiding the shoves and slaps of Dudley he looked on as his family fed themselves on the feast he made every morning in the last ten years.

He had already planned that this would be the last year that he would do that. If he had to do something drastic to never come here so is it. In his plans was a longer stay at the Dursleys not planned.

“Boy”, shouted a furious Vernon. The boy had just stared at his feet the whole and not even reacted when Dudley waved for him to come nearer. Most likely Dudley wanted to kiosk or box the boy in the stomach for not serving everything on Dudley’s plate directly but it could be anything and as long as the boy got what he deserved everything was alright in Vernon’s world.

“I'm sorry Uncle Vernon. I did not mean to happen, sir. I will try to do it never again.” Harry said timidly even when he had no idea just what about this was. Oh he knew he hadn't really done everything wrong but his uncle liked it when he was vulnerable and very timid. It gave him a kick to beat someone up when they were already on the floor so any timid manner was just like treats for him.

And when his uncle was pleased enough he would not do any punishments too long. Harry was just happy that his uncle would see him now only little scrawny boy. When Harry would become older other thoughts would become in forefront of his uncles mind and Harry planned to be long gone before his uncle could act on them.

Oh Harry knew that it would not before he became sixteen that his uncle would try something physical but he had once lived through one of the attempts and had been lucky to come out of it without any lasting wounds. But the trust building with his mate had showed him just how much that encounter had changed him and anything even just hinting sexual made him frightened and he became panic attacks when he wasn't with his mate or his family.

His family had been the only ones that helped through the rein of the Dark Lord and the panic attacks. He could have been never more grateful for the intervention of his father and his mates before he had to go back here to the Dursleys before his seventh year.

His father’s mates were as different as day and night but then again as if they were twins. Together with his father they made the most powerful triad that had ever existed.

Well, with Morganna there was no reason why they shouldn't be. Morganna was a being that existed before time and had all the knowledge that was known and unknown. Sometimes it was hard for her to find the information she searched if she didn’t know all facts but she was experienced enough with her ability that she could find information in a wink of the eye.

Inwardly he cursed himself for his stupidity and that he could have had help from her; he was also elated when he remembered that she had said that everything would be all right, for she must have known what he had planned.

Hitting himself again mentally on the head he tuned again in just what his uncle was trying to say for the last five minutes. He knew that his uncle would repeat himself always after the first sentence but it made his uncle feel cleverer than he was when Harry pretended not to know even after repeating the same thing over fifty times.

“.... and you should not ignore Dudley for some mean less things. He is more knowledgeable then you, so you should look after everything he says and does, so you know what good behaviour are. Look after everything even the tiniest sign and you will see what is good and what bad behaviour. And when you pay attention...”

Harry was still looking at his feet and now and then nodding when he felt that his uncle made a slight pause for a response. His uncle would be surprised if he knew that in the child before him was a twenty-one year old intelligent young man who had been through more than everything that his could not even dream of.

“Do you understand boy?” asked a by now very pleased with himself Vernon. He had seen that he had cowed the little freak with his speech that was sometimes too high to be understood by this little boy. He moved again to his breakfast and nodded to Dudley who was just waiting to be allowed to punch that little freak and Vernon was not one to disappoint his son.

As he heard the soft gasping of the freak when one of his son’s fists made contact with his stomach and then his face, he thought just how good life was at the moment. The money of that freak Dumbly-something had increased somewhat in the last years and the freak showed no signs of being any more abnormal than before.

Soon was Dudley’s birthday and the money was appreciated. Only the best for his son! The Polkiss boy would be coming also to his son’s birthday so they have planned something special. A trip to the zoo would be the best he decided and for his son for fun when he was bored by the many stinky and very boring animals they would take the freak with them. Oh he hated the thought that they would do something good for him like taking him with them for a trip, but if he wanted the best for his son such little things could be overlooked.

“Dudley, now that your birthday is soon there Pet and I have decided to make something special at your birthday. In fact we are going into the zoo. It will be good for you to see what happens with animals that are lower than the human race and what happens to them if they don't behave.” With a meaningful look at the freak Dudley understood what his father tried to say.

In the zoo he would see how you really handled animals and freaks like the boy that he saw as his punching bag. Hopefully his dad would let this freak with them so that he could test the methods in the zoo directly on the freak.

“Yes dad that would be wonderful!” ,grinning he was already planning with glee with what he could occupy his time with until the freak has done the house chores and the meeting of the gossiping chicks of his mum so that he could use him again.

Harry was already shuddering with the things that would happen as soon there at the zoo. Not only the freeing of the boa constrictor but also the beatings that would follow that event and the coming of his Hogwarts letter.

Not wanting to gain attention he took the used plates and washed them very thoroughly. After cleaning everything in the house painting the fence for the second time in this month and gardening Harry made himself presentable. He had become from Aunt Petunia the only clothes that fit so that he could serve her and her friends the weekly tea, sometimes daily, and the goods that she baked.

That his aunt couldn't cook to save her life and that everything he dished were made by him, even the tea he was growing himself in the garden in a place no one saw and that had Petunia only allowed because nothing else grew there and nothing should have been growing there, was not something he ever told anyone.

If he had been allowed to say something than he might have been pleased by the praises the women gav him for being the gentleman in the family and serving them so good, but as he was not allowed he did not do anything than the serving and standing there as if he was invisible.

As Harry finally laid down to bed after making an extra large dinner to celebrate the pay rise of Uncle Vernon and an beating by both Vernon and Dudley, he thought that his birthday, Hagrid and Hogwarts could not come soon enough. Then he could finally act out his plan to be with his mate already in first year and to stand by him on his way to opposing Voldemort.

The next days were for Harry blissfully uneventful. No beatings because Vernon had to work longer and Dudley was strolling about with his gang around the neighbourhood to cause trouble. But then the dreaded day came where Dudley came stomping down the stairs where his parents had already laid an entire mountain of presents for his perusal.

Harry made breakfast and cleaned the house and before he knew the doorbell ringed and Piers Polkiss came to congratulate Dudley for his birthday. One head smashed against the wall and warning to be grateful and better to behave himself, they were in the van going to the zoo.

What there happened was the same as it had been before. When they came to the boa constrictor Dudley knocked the glass so that it would rouse the snake inside the glass cage but nothing he did ever roused an action out of her.

Frustrated with the inactiveness, Dudley ambled to another cage where a comodoveran was lounging. Harry instead came nearer and then looked at the snake. Before he could stop himself he spoke to her.

§ Hello my friend. There isssss nothing I could do for you. But Dudley wasssss alwaysss sssuch a mean little bassstard. Do not worry. I will do nothing to harm or dissssturb you. §

With new interest the snake looked at the only speaker she had ever seen in her life.

The following events of the disappearing glass, Dudley’s scare to be in one of the cages that should only be for animals like the freak and the beating afterwards from Vernon were nothing new for Harry even as he promised his uncle that he never did something like that and that he hadn't been responsible for that.

When his birthday dawned Harry had never been so happy than before. The beatings had become over the last weeks more violent and Uncle Vernon had finally seen other uses to his belt, his pocket knife and Smeltings stick than before.

When Uncle Vernon had finally stopped and nearly collapsed out of fatigue, he thought that the freak had finally learned his lessons. Harry was instead glad that his uncle didn't use his gun or later the paring knife. These beatings would have been the first of the worse ones that he would from now on get.

After making breakfast Harry went to the door to take the post. One of the letters was his Hogwarts letter but this time he would read it at the door and not wait to go to the table to read it. When he had read through it he hid the envelope with his address on it to show his father who had not believed that Dumbledore would have addressed such a letter and then not know in what situation Harry had been.

When Harry re-entered the kitchen Petunia was already planning what she would cook for the next party. Vernon was waving impatiently for him to come and give him the post. Calculating that now would the best time to drop the bomb and to let them know that he would go to Hogwarts Harry handed the post to Vernon but went with the letter to Petunia.

“Aunt Petunia there was a letter for me in the post” That alone was enough for Petunia to stare t him hatefully and enraged. Until now they had always hid the letters from Moony and some other Order members from him. “The letter said that I was a wizard and would now be welcome to Hogwarts, School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.” Petunia became pale while Vernon got purple and little Dudders was just confused about the fuss but understood that the forbidden word magic was spoken and that the freak was now in very much trouble.

“I want to go there Aunt Petunia. I just need these books and things and then I can go to a boarding school just like Dudley goes to Smeltings!” Petunia was even getting paler and if looks could kill the letter would have been inflamed by then.

“You will absolutely not go to this freak school! I should have known that none of our kindness could make freakishness go out of you! I should have just let you lay outside in the cold and ignored the freaks and everything they dared to threat me with! You just as worthless as your freakish parents!”

Petunia was out of control. She was screaming, ranting, raving, throwing her precious vases and was raging against everything that came in her way. Vernon was not better. He as well began to rage but did it directly against the one who bore the news.

Harry had not thought that this would get out of control. He hadn't thought that his uncle and aunt would begin to get insane or least that mad. Before they had run away and hiding from the letters. He had not thought that reading the letter himself would make such a difference. But as he felt blow after blow from his uncle who was still screaming his lung out and his aunt still raving and breaking every vase and some handy furniture, he thought he had made a grave mistake.

Dudley just stared at the insane display that his parents were showing him. But after some thought he did what his would likely wanted him to do and beat up the freak as well.

Before Harry could get unconscious he decided that it would bring no one something if he died now and here because that was what he saw would happen. So with the letter in his hand, envelope in his large pants pocket he decided to use his skills as the being that he was.

Before Vernon get another kick to the freak a blinding white light paralyzed him. In fear he stared at the glowing green eyes of the freak lying on the floor, bloody and nearly unrecognizable with his meshed face and body. But his eyes stood out and as they looked at him so hateful he became afraid.

Harry had not only paralyzed his uncle but all of the Dursleys. His aunt and cousin looked now as pale as his uncle and nearly as scared. That was exactly the impression he wanted to make on them. The Ministry of Magic could not even register this type of wand less magic because it has been said to be impossible since Merlin.

Smirking and for one moment taking off the mask of the loveable Gryffindor the world expected him to be Harry looked at the sorry excuse of humanity in front of him. Thousand ways of tortures, some the favourite of Voldemort or his father, some of himself with his particular talents rushed through his head. He could do anything to them and nothing and nobody could stop him.

But then again he would not be so stupid to let them remember and they would still be hateful of him and anything magic. No either death or nothing should befall them. Snorting at the scared expressions of his supposed family Harry stood up.

“You have no idea with what you have just fucked. I was content to let you live and then someday spit on your graves but your actions today let me see that I can't let you go like this. You made me learn hate and horror. You taught me nothing but contempt. I would like to see you writhing before me on the floor and something in me tells me it would be orgasmic to do so. But the ones that love me taught me that revenge is a dish best served cold.

So heed this warning. I won't take a shit from you again. When I come back tomorrow you will give me the second bedroom of Dudley. You will leave me in peace. I will still do your house chores and the things for Petunias teas but only one placed leg or hand and I will teach what it is to feel pain.

You are the epitome of everything that Tom Riddle and I hate but you can be happy that I know that there are people out there that are more understanding than you ever will be and that I respect them, even for being Muggle. Don't mess ever again with one of my kind or you will regret ever being born! Goodbye.” With that Harry took one last look at the Dursleys and apparated.

This was not only a lesson for the Dursleys but also for Harry. He decided he was not allowed to change too much in the timeline or it would get worse than before. After he had calmed himself he transformed into one of his animagi forms and slept in the park. The next day he contacted Dumbledore via muggle post (that was available for Hogwarts since Muggleborn attended there as well) to agree for an outing where Hagrid would buy with him everything he needed.

So later that week he let himself be led into Diagon Alley and bought with Hagrid in his typical everything and became yet again Hedwig. The confrontation with Draco Malfoy, even if it was painful for Harry to be the way he had to be, was the same.
As would be everything that happened up to the sixth year with the exception that Harry took also Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, that the Dursleys no longer abused him except that time with the bars on his window, that Sirius was still alive thanks to an quick accio on Harry’s side and that his OWLs were in fact all outstanding due to his knowledge.

Harry bid his time. He knew that the sixth year would be the year he could finally be who he was without being afraid that something would happen that would make things worse. He knew that this would be the worst year if he didn't intervened and so he looked already forward to the time when he was finally with his mate and their family.

He couldn't be happier when he finally boarded the Hogwarts Express for the summer before his sixth year. This summer would be full of surprises, and the first one would be for the Dursleys as soon as he was going to enter their house.