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Harry felt like his lungs were about to explode. No matter how long he was living in the little excuse of a room which was actually just a small cupboard he could never get used to the lack of oxygen.
Everything is covered in dust, but luckily the spiders made the experience a little better. They were always nice to Harry and crawled on his hands when he needed companionship.
Harry never named the spiders, he couldn’t tell them apart and because of how many there were. He remembered waking up to a formerly pregnant spider letting her children crawl all over a particular corner in the cupboard.
It gave Harry a scare though he didn’t really mind the new companions, he just hoped they weren’t dangerous.
He coughed, the lack of oxygen was making him feel lightheaded again. He tried opening the cupboard door- it was usually locked shut but- it opened?
He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the cold air of the quiet house(other than his uncles snoring) crash onto his body.
Harry crawled out of the stuffy cupboard and started walking towards the backdoor.
He hoped his aunt and uncle weren’t awake right now or else they would’ve locked him outside for even daring to think about it.
Harry opened the door, the cold grounding him as his feet touch the grass. It was freshly mowed from yesterday when his aunt shouted at him to do some “chores” while he maintains most of the house.
He closed his eyes, his glasses feeling heavy on his nose. Dudley was close to breaking them again today, his tantrum leading him to kick Harry in the arse which caused Harry to fall on his face.
Harry crouched down, his feet were getting a little colder, together with his hands.
He thought about his unfair treatment.. but sometimes he wondered if he was really over exaggerating the situation. Harry has lived like this for years, why would it matter now?
Harry bit his lower lip, his legs starting to feel a little weak. He wished he wasn’t such a baby, he does everything he can yet he’s still just “freak”.
His eyes were starting to get blurry, the cold was getting to his head. He sighed, getting back on his feet.
His knees were dirty because of the grass, he doesn’t know when he’s allowed to wash his clothes with the others again so he felt even more bummed out.
WHAM!
A gasp escaped Harry when a flash of light crashed against him.
He heard an aggravated murmur before another light flashed across his sight.
It felt like his body was being ripped apart, nausea overtaking him. Harry wanted to scream seeing lights cross his vision more than once, it was like he was about to pass out- but his body became too alert.
He closed his eyes throughout the.. spectacle. His head ringing.
Harry heard a hollow voice whisper in his ear
“You’re destined for great things, Harry James Potter. I wonder how you’ll manage,” Harry felt it right next to his ear, it didn’t belong the one crashing into him- it was a whole other being. The aura cold, clashing with the one holding him.
“Pardon me.” A deep- more sultry voice muttered after the visions died down. It sounded exasperated, maybe a little faint if Harry listened closely enough.
Harry finally opened his eyes despite how exhausted he felt and adjusted his glasses. His need to look at the- boy near him was too strong for him to ignore.
Harry’s first thought was about his eyes, they seemed to be brown but there was a slight reddish colour that threatened to be set aflame., to swallow that dark brown color in its whole.
Gorgeous deep dark eyes who can devour him whole. Harry swallowed the lump of saliva in his throat as he kept assessing the boy infront of him.
He seemed older than Dudley and Harry, maybe an older teen? His hair was tamed- it was as dark as his eyes, probably darker and also pretty wavey regardless of the gel he seemed to be using.
His clothes were also.. different. It was looking like it was robes worn over a very elegant looking uniform. It felt basic, but no, how he wore it was beyond normal.
What Harry knew for sure was his attractiveness, when looking at the teen’s face he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest right then and there.
His features were sharp his hair complimenting the sharpness and charming jawline. His cheekbones were high, though not as visible as his jawline. The boy seemed to be quite lean- but still well-muscled with his broad shoulders, maybe unintentionally so.
When Harry was finally done looking at the other boy he was faced with a deadpan expression.
Harry’s face immediately blanched, was he spending too long looking at him?! Harry felt so embarrassed.
“I-I’m sorry.” Harry apologised, looking back at the ground out of fear. Fuck, he shouldn’t have been so distracted.
The deep voice caressed his ears once again. “No, it’s okay.” Harry looked back at the boy, his face wasn’t as still as stone anymore just a charming smile with slight stiffness.
For some reason, Harry felt like he knew it wasn’t okay regardless of what the boy just said.
“No, I-I mean it. I really didn’t mean to stare that hard.” Harry apologised more clearly, if the boy was still mad at him after this apology Harry knew it would be hopeless to continue till he accepted. Harry had a feeling the boy was a little too stubborn.
Harry coughed out of awkwardness. “Anyway, what was that light? Where are we..” He finally looked at the place- room, they were standing in.
The boy looked around, then back at Harry. “We’re at Hogwarts, I was doing a spell of some sorts and accidentally apparated myself into your home.” He paused, looking at the ground, Harry was standing right on the symbol the boy had drawn.
“Your clothes,” Harry flinched. He hoped he wasn’t looking too shabby infront of the posh looking boy. “Anything wrong with them..?” Harry asked.
Tom looked calculating for a slight moment before resting a smile on his face once again. “Of course not.” Tom shook his head. “It just seemed a little too.. different, for- normal clothing, that is.” He said instead. He almost called Harry a muggle.
“Yeah, sorry. They’re passed down from my cousin..” Harry said, self conscious of the fact that the clothes seemed a little too wide for his malnourished body.
“No need to feel embarrassed, it was just a light-hearted comment. My apologies.” Tom said, taking just one step- Harry could tell his usual stride would be long and languid- and he was already infront of the green eyed boy.
Harry felt a cold sweat run down his back, before Tom reached out and touched his shoulder with.. faux comfort. Harry couldn’t resist looking up at the older boy.
Tom looked intimidating in the shadows of the room, his eyes gaining an even more reddish hue. Harry was captivated.
“What’s your name?” The teen asked with a feigned smile.
Harry couldn’t help but answer the other boy, the cold hand still resting on his shoulder. “Harry.. Harry Potter.” Harry gulped.
Tom looked calculating. His smile faltering. “Any relations to Fleamont Potter?” He asked slowly.
Harry could only shake his head. He never had any family besides the Dursley’s. He was already a freak with his.. freakish tendencies. Harry’s surname was just further proof that he was an outsider.
“Hmm.. interesting.” Was the only thing the boy said before putting distance between him and Harry.
Harry snapped out of it almost immediately, it was like he was put under a spell a few seconds ago- his head feeling clearer without those brown eyes looking straight into his soul.
“What’s is hogwarts?” He asked.
Tom looked at him before sighing. “It’s a school for wizards and before you ask- yes, magic does exist.” He said nonchalantly, wordlessly making his wand appear in his hand and muttering a spell under his breath for the ground to suddenly appear clean.
“W-wow..” Harry felt his world change right in front of his eyes.
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AUNT PETUNIA!!!
Harry felt a wave of cold dread settle in his stomach. He was already a freak of nature, now that he.. he knew what he could be doing it felt like he was proving his family right.
Harry wanted to sink down to his knees and cry, but no. He’s not gonna act like a silly child with the handsome teenager infront of him. That’s a new low, even for a freak like him.
Instead of breaking down Harry just nodded while seemingly thinking about something concerning. Just not to the point of crying of course.. regardless, Tom could already guess what the boy was feeling. He too felt the connection with the strange muggle? boy.
Tom didn’t feel the need to comfort him though, it won’t make him gain anything other than a sobbing mess.
Harry felt compelled to ask something completely unrelated. It was like something was pushing him to do something- like a puppet on a string.
“What year is it?” He asked, his voice sounded mechanical to himself.
“1941.” Tom replied with little patience.
.. it’s 1990..
Right…?