章節 2: Magical Creature
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"Harry." His aunt found her voice to speak. Shaking fearfully, she gulped loudly as she helped her son stand up.
"What is that thing?" Her voice cracked like an egg, looking at him for the first time with genuine fear. Harry had never seen her like that before, but he could understand why his uncle was unconscious on the ground. His chest rising and lowering was a sign that he was still alive. Dudley was hiding behind Petunia, his big, chubby legs shaking; he looked on the verge of collapsing again.
Harry remembered when he had been in a very similar position not long ago; the frying pan had hit his head; thankfully, his uncle didn't have good aim, but Harry still remembered the pain; it hadn't gotten away for two weeks, he had found himself hiding in the cupboard, locking the door until Petunia told his uncle that the food was ready.
"She's my friend, Itisa." Harry eventually answered as he rubbed her chin with his index finger; his 'cat' purred in delight and let out a roar upon hearing her name; it was her way of saying that she liked the name and agreed with Harry calling her a friend.
"A friend!!" His aunt shrieked; for a brief moment, she glared at Harry and Itisa, but that was more than enough for his friend to let out a roar as a warning for her to keep her distance; his aunt was startled, stepping away, her face went pale as a groan was heard from Vernon who stirred up, his head moving around in confusion.
I guess peace can only last so long; Harry thought as his uncle reached up, using the nearby table as support to stand up on his feet; the moment his eyes landed on Harry, his face turned red, and his veins looked ready to burst, as did his head.
"YOU!!" His uncle shouted in fury, but as he seemed ready to throw himself at Harry like an elephant, somehow, his aunt got in front of him, stopping him from anything reckless.
"Vernon, calm down." "CALM DOWN. THAT FREAK ANIMAL!!" He shouted even more, and the whole house shook with his voice, echoing from the ceiling to the floor. Itisa let out a roar; this one sounded much more threatening; her spikes came out instantly, but not the ones around her legs, so they wouldn't poke Harry's shoulder.
"Harry, go to your room," Petunia told him, looking back at him for a brief moment; while Harry wanted to ignore her, he knew his uncle was furious, and Harry knew he was scary when he was mad, and he didn't want his only friend to be at the receiving end of his wrath.
"Come on, Itisa." Harry spoke warmly, almost childishly; she gave a warning look towards Petunia and Vernon before following Harry inside his little 'room.'
His uncle didn't even wait until he fully closed the door to start shouting words like: "I want the Freak out of this House. That Freak Animal almost killed me." His uncle shouted.
It was not the first time he had heard similar words. He remembered when his clothes became too small for him, they tried to delay it, but one day, the teacher complained, and his 'lovely' relatives were forced in a way to buy him new clothes. The same night, Harry found it difficult to sleep, his uncle ranting that it was one thing to keep him inside the House and another to spend money on him.
The same night, Harry had enough and tried to run away, but he quickly realized he had no idea where he was going; he didn't know how to survive on his own. But the same night, Harry had learned that he could talk to snakes.
Meow. Harry escaped his thoughts as his new friend looked around the cupboard. Itisa seemed curious as she jumped on top of a shelf where he kept his many books. His relatives loved telling him that all the studying was for nothing, but Harry never had any friends or toys. At first, he had found the thought of reading annoying, but eventually, the books became the toys for him. Something he could get himself lost in for hours.
"Do you like my cupboard— little room?" Harry asked enthusiastically as his cat explored more of the place; she jumped higher, reaching the highest shelf, and her golden eyes looked around the place as if searching for something else to jump onto.
Harry knew his little 'room' wasn't an ideal place for Itisa, but he figured he could sneak outside once the nights came; he could feed her again and play with her.
"Come here," Harry said sweetly. Itisa jumped down from the shelf to his legs; he still couldn't understand how she could grow in size, regrow spikes, her teeth grow larger, and her fur change color. Harry knew he didn't know everything about animals. Usually, he read about medicine and mathematics, and learning a foreign language, like French, was something he enjoyed, too.
But Harry was sure that he had never heard of animals being able to do what Itisa did, and he still remembered the way his uncle was thrown across the room like a sack of potatoes; the man was big enough to be mistaken for an elephant, but Harry still remembered the way he was thrown as if he weighed nothing.
Harry hadn't seen anything; his cat hadn't moved any of her paws, and his uncle had been thrown as if by magic, as if an invisible force had pushed him away.
What else can she do? Harry asked himself; he was curious, and he wanted to know more; outside of his little 'room,' he could still hear his uncle shouting at the top of his lungs; for someone like him, when he wanted to scream, he was like a megaphone and had iron lungs.
Thankfully, Harry noticed that their voices came from upstairs, so he carefully walked up to the door; he opened the door of his cupboard and the moment it was opened wide enough, Itisa somehow squeezed herself through the opening as if she had no bones, or maybe her bones were way elastic.
Harry didn't know as they walked into the kitchen; the dining table was full of leftover food, a half-eaten sandwich. He didn't know anything about raising a cat, but he knew they loved milk and rats. At least that's what the funny stories said on the TV.
Opening the fridge, he found the milk; Itisa was busy exploring the whole place; he looked up to see her walking on the ceiling, her body upside down; her eyes met his before letting out another 'meow' as if walking on the ceiling upside down was totally normal.
"Hi, can you teach me how to do that?" Harry greeted back, trying to understand how his new friend could walk on the ceiling; for a moment, he thought that sharp fangs were helping her to walk on walls, but the ceiling wasn't made of wood; it was made of concrete. Second, her fangs weren't there. It seemed his new friend could make all her weapons retreat back into her body when she didn't feel threatened.
Harry filled a plate with milk and placed it on the dining table; as he sat down and ate a sandwich, Itisa jumped down before she started drinking the milk, but while she did that, Harry couldn't help but feel even more confused.
Despite her size, Itisa isn't that heavy, but why the plate barely reacted to her jump? Harry thought in confusion. When she had jumped from the ceiling to the table, it hadn't moved, despite a sudden new weight added, and her speed would make her landing more impactful and heavier. Not even the plate full of milk had moved and hadn't caused small ripples to form on the surface of the milk as if Itisa weighed nothing at that moment.
If she could make her body weigh nothing for a brief moment, then she would be able to sneak on someone without them ever noticing, Harry thought, realizing that Itisa could be very stealthy if she wanted to.
"You are quite strange," Harry said, causing the cat to stop drinking milk before looking up at him as he petted her cute little head. "But you're beautiful. How did you throw my uncle like that?" Harry asked; he almost expected an answer, but Itisa let out another 'Meow' before she started drinking milk again.
"How can you do those things?" Harry asked in confusion; as he stroked her spine, he still remembered how she grew larger, as big as a fully grown dog. He wondered if she could grow larger than that. He knew his uncle would never let this slide, and from the shouting he was still hearing upstairs, he knew his uncle would punish him.
As long as he doesn't punish Itisa, Harry thought, not wanting to see his uncle throwing a pan at her, he knew how much it could hurt.
"Itisa, can you grow again?" Harry asked excitedly; she looked at him; he could swear that she could somehow understand every word he said. Upon drinking the last bit of milk, Itisa jumped on the floor. Her fur grew darker as her body grew in size, and he quickly noticed that her spikes weren't coming out; she kept growing until she was the size of a fully grown dog, and her fur had turned a dark shade.
"Wow!" Harry didn't know what else to say. He stroked her fur, but this time, he quickly noticed her fur felt sharper against his skin, like he was touching thousands of tiny blades. But he was certain that he would have cut his hand if Itisa didn't like it, and from the way she was purring, he knew she liked his attention.
"H-Harry." The voice pulled him out of his thoughts; he looked up at the middle of the staircase that led to the second floor; there sat Dudley, who was sitting on the stairs, his hands gripping the wooden railings of the staircase; he swallowed as Itisa let out a sound similar to that of a lion. Harry saw her fangs were out, scratching the floor easily, but he didn't want her to hurt him.
"Don't worry, Dudley, she won't hurt you," Harry said calmly, placing his hand on her head as if she could read his intentions. The fangs retreated back on her body, as did her spikes, but she wasn't shrinking to her original size. Dudley didn't seem like he felt less scared of her; if anything, what Itisa made him gulp as he backed away until his back was against the wall.
Harry never remembered him being so afraid; despite the harsh words, despite how much they hurt, he felt bad.
"H-Harry, what is she?" Dudley asked, his voice cracking once again.
Harry knew what she meant, and he had no answer to that; what Itisa was able to do wasn't something an animal was supposed to be able to do, so he couldn't blame him for being afraid and wary of her, but not Harry. She was his friend, and he would never be afraid of her.
Suddenly, the shouting of his uncle stopped, and the sound of a door opening reached the first floor. Harry quickly told her to stand behind him; if his uncle tried to throw another pan, then he would protect her, but it seemed Itisa didn't want to listen to him, at least not this time.
She stood beside him as her spikes grew back, her eyes turned as dark as an abyss. His uncle and aunt appeared; Harry was ready to defend her; his uncle's face was red, as red as blood, while his aunt seemed unusually calmer than him but kept a close eye on Itisa, who let out a low growl, a warning to them both.
But Itisa's warning didn't sit well with his uncle, who suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I WILL KILL THAT ANIMAL FREAK, AND YOU FREAK WILL STAY IN THE CUPBOARD FOR TWO WEEKS UNTIL." "Vernon!" His aunt suddenly raised her voice, causing his uncle to shut his mouth. Harry was taken aback; he had never heard his aunt act like that, but he knew she wasn't on his side; she was simply more wary and not as stupid as Vernon.
"Harry, did you find the creature in the park?" She questioned, but it was more like stating the obvious; as she and Vernon reached the foot of the staircase, he watched as his uncle neared himself to the frying pan on the table. Harry's hand reached down, caressing her fur to calm her down.
"Yes, and I won't let you kick her out." The thought of being alone again, Harry knew he had known her only for half a day, but she was his first real friend. Sure, she was a 'cat,' but he didn't want to be alone again. If they kicked her out, then he would go with her. Being alone... No.
"You Don't Make the Rules Here Freak!!" His uncle suddenly shouted, gripping the handle of the pan.
Harry knew that; he almost wanted to say that Itisa would make him fly again if he tried anything, but he didn't want that; she was his friend, not his weapon. He didn't want her to think that he only cared for her because she could somehow make people fly. He still didn't know what happened but didn't want it to happen again.
"Harry, did you saw anyone leaving 'your friend' there?" His aunt questioned warily, completely ignoring what Vernon said.
Harry remembered the disappearing man; whoever he had been, he must have been the one to leave Itisa in the park. He remembered his clothes; they were as if straight out of medieval times. Harry wouldn't have been surprised if the man had been an actor.
But he knew they would think of him as more of a freak if he told them that a man left her in the park and then disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.
"I found her in the park, I didn't see anyone nearby. I gave her milk and brought her home."
"Well, she's not staying. I Want That Freak Animal-" "ROAR!"
The entire House shook as if an earthquake had just happened; the plates fell down from the table, shattering on the floor. Harry almost lost his footing but kept his balance as he gripped the nearby door, but the same wasn't for his uncle, who tripped, and the pan he had been holding fell on his head; his aunt gripped the wooden railings of the staircase, keeping herself from falling, while Dudley kept himself hidden behind her.
Harry's eyes widened slightly; Itisa was furious, baring her large teeth, with red breath building up in her throat. He didn't know what the breath was, but suddenly, everything in his body told him that the breath was dangerous.
Itisa opened her mouth wide as if ready to unleash the red breath from her mouth, but Harry hugged her; her spikes retreated on their own right away; she didn't want to hurt him as he hugged her. Harry knew she was angry.
"Hey, we are both alright. Itisa, calm down." Harry almost pleaded he didn't know what she had wanted to do to them, but he knew it was something very dangerous. She closed her mouth, her features slowly returning to normal, and eventually, she was back to her usual appearance. She licked his face before jumping on his shoulder, looking at his relatives warily.
"Harry, how about you go outside for a minute or two." His aunt suggested, and despite what just happened, she didn't sound as furious as he expected her to be, but nonetheless, he decided that it would be better for both him and Itisa to go outside for a moment until his uncle calmed down, if that even happened.
Wearing his small sweater, he walked outside. The autumn breeze sent a shiver down his small body; he expected any of the neighbors to be outside at this time; the sun was hiding behind the roof of the next House; it was getting dark, and the leaves covered the earth in brown and yellow. It was the time, after all. Harry sneezed; not the first he had been outside, not the last, but now he had a friend. He wasn't alone anymore.
"Welcome to our neighborhood, Itisa," Harry said with sarcasm dripping from his voice as he spread his arms, pointing at the houses around them. He looked forward to one particular house near his.
"Miss Figg is not here. She has many cats; perhaps you can make friends." Harry suggested, but with the face that Itisa made and how she bared her teeth, he thought she didn't like cats that much.
Harry and Itisa began walking. As they kept walking, Harry and Itisa played catch and ran after one another to see who could run faster. Harry didn't remember the last time he had smiled like this, and his laughter echoed throughout the neighborhood.
Eventually, they reached the end of the neighborhood; he turned around and started walking back, knowing it had been at least an hour since he left his relative's home.
Her roar made the house shake. How? Harry wondered throughout the whole walk back. He couldn't find an answer, and since the neighbors hadn't called the police or anyone, it meant their House had been the only one affected by whatever caused the House to shake.
As they returned back, Harry felt a sudden change; despite his sweater, he felt the cold on his skin since walking outside, but right now, the sun had fallen on the horizon, no more light, yet he felt no cold.
Harry took a deep breath; the air felt warm, and his throat didn't burn; he looked down at Itisa; she kept pace with him; he patted his right shoulder with his hand. Itisa jumped on his shoulder, her golden eyes looking right at his emerald eyes.
"How can you do those things?" Harry wondered out loud, but the only answer he received was a 'meow' sound. Harry chuckled in amusement until he felt it.
Eyes.
Someone was watching him; he quickly turned to his left, and down there, hiding in the grass, was a snake; dark-brown eyes looked back at Harry. He expected Itisa to try to attack but remained on his shoulder and simply looked at the approaching snake with wariness.
Harry kneeled as the snake, who stopped two feet away from him; his skin was a mix of gold and red, with a black tip in the end.
"Why are you here, are you lost?" Harry asked in snake language, hissing as he spoke. He almost expected Itisa to get angry, but instead, she simply looked at him strangely before looking at the snake.
The snake didn't say anything; he looked at him in the eyes before crawling away. Almost in haste, Harry didn't try to chase him; he knew animals didn't like it when someone chased them. His eyes felt familiar, He thought as the snake disappeared.
Soon, Harry found himself in front of the entrance of his House, and to his surprise, his clothes weren't left outside.
He walked up to the door before walking inside. His relatives were eating dinner, and they turned to look at him the moment he entered; all their eyes said the same thing: they were all angry with him; his aunt looked at him the same way he always did whenever it was his birthday.
"You know if you glare hard enough. I might actually disappear." Harry said almost sarcastically. He had learned long ago that his relatives didn't care if he acted like a good boy or not. He had tried, but none of them ever said anything, not even a thank you, and their way of treating him never changed.
"Wouldn't that be something, perhaps you will go away just like your drunk parents." His uncle spat the words with venom; a red cut was on top of his forehead from the pan that had fallen on his face.
Harry stiffened; he swallowed. Hard. Tears formed behind his eyes, but he refused to let them out; he would never let his uncle see him cry; he wouldn't let him win.
"You must have thought hard to come up with that insult. But be careful, your brain might explode; it is not used to actual thinking beyond which sweet I will eat today." Harry said without hesitation and not a hint of regret.
His uncle turned red, but Harry was already inside his cupboard before he could scream like usual.
Harry heard his uncle scream like usual, and his aunt tried to calm him down. He wondered why. His aunt had never tried to calm his uncle before, so why now? Perhaps she was too scared of Itisa. Harry didn't know, but as he lay on his bed, she licked his face, much to his amusement. Suddenly, he heard a low growl emitting from her mouth.
He looked at her eyes; he quickly noticed that she was looking at the scar on his forehead. "Is just a scar," Harry said, but Itisa kept growling, looking at the scar. He wondered why; it was just a simple scar.
Itisa looked back at Harry before looking back at the scar; every time she looked at the scar, she growled, baring her teeth. Harry wondered what was wrong; when she suddenly opened her mouth, purple breath accumulated in her throat, and she suddenly released a tiny bit. Harry watched as the purple breath entered his nose, but nothing happened.
Harry wondered what she did, but now, she licked his cheek once again before jumping on top of the shelf near his bed, resting her head on her paws.
Harry didn't know what she just did with the purple breath, but he didn't feel any different, so he just shrugged his shoulders and laid down on his bed; his emerald eyes looked up at Itisa, who was sleeping quietly.
"I'm so glad I found you Itisa. No matter what happens, we will always be together." Harry promised, caressing her fur; the cat purred. Soon, Harry drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a couple of strangers he had never seen before, but one thing stood out about them.
All four of them were wearing different colors. One is all red. One is all blue. One was all yellow, and the last one was wearing all black.
One Month Later - Professor McGonagall
I wish I'm wrong, she thought as she knocked on the door. She heard someone walking towards the door, and before long, the door cracked open, a familiar face peeking through the opening.
"Professer McGonagall?" Nymphadora asked as she peeked over the small opening of the door. The old professor smiled at the student.
"Good to see you, Nymphadora." The girl looked mildly annoyed that she used the full name. Everyone knew the girl wasn't fond of her full name. McGonagall didn't know why; she thought her name was beautiful.
"Are your parents he-" "Nymphadora, who is at the door?" Andromeda's voice came from inside the House, followed by approaching footsteps; the door was fully opened by Andromeda, who looked at her professor in confusion before stepping aside.
"Please, come in." She invited.
McGonagall walked inside before stepping into the living room; as she suspected, Ted was inside; she smiled kindly at him and turned to face Andromeda. "I'm sorry for the visit at such a late hour, but I would like to speak with you and Ted if it is not a problem."
"Of course. Nymphadora, go to your room." "I Hate That Name!" The girl shouted angrily before running upstairs, her hair turning bright red. McGonagall almost wanted to scold her, but she quickly remembered that they weren't in Hogwarts right now, and this was her home. Her parents were right there; they would scold her if they thought she should be scolded.
Soon, Andromeda prepared a cup of tea and a few cookies for her. Minerva accepted it with a smile; she took a small sip from the tea; she already felt better, but even the tea didn't help to forget what she had heard about Harry Potter.
"Your tea is as good as always, Ted." Minerva smiled as Andromeda cleared her throat, with Ted sitting beside her.
"Minerva, did Nymphadora do something in the school?" She inquired, knowing her daughter loved to cause trouble.
"No, no. Your daughter hasn't done anything this time." Minerva quickly eased their worries as she put down the cup of tea on the table.
"What is it then, Minerva?" Andromeda asked, a little anxious, knowing the old professor would never go to their House at such a late hour if it wasn't anything important.
"Ted, I would appreciate it if you could visit a place for me." Minerva requested. She knew she could do it herself; she remembered that bloody neighborhood but didn't want to draw attention. Ted was a muggle-born, so he could perhaps do it without drawing attention from anyone.
"A Place? Where? and Why?"
"Number Four, Privet Drive, located in the Surrey town of Little Whinging. There's a house there. I want you to check it for me. Since you are Muggleborn, you can do that without drawing attention, I would do it myself, but I can't do that during the night, and during the day. I'm supposed to be at Hogwarts."
"Check what?" Ted asked, sounding confused. He didn't understand what was so special about this particular neighborhood.
"We left him there. I want you to check the House and tell me if you see anything unusual."
"Who did you left?"
"Harry Potter."
Question: In which House you think Harry should be?
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"Mother's Day is coming," Harry murmured under his breath; he had heard Dudley bring it up quite often. And when he had checked the calendar, he saw the day was approaching.
Harry had heard about it before since he had no parents, he was sure this day didn't count for him, but when teacher Bukuria at school had told him that it didn't matter, he could still give something to the person he considered mother, his aunt was the closest thing to a mother that he had.
He had seen how his aunt would smile at Dudley when he gave her a gift for Mother's Day. His gifts were usually drawings, but despite their small size, his aunt always smiled with pride and love; she kissed Dudley on the cheeks before calling him 'Her Precious Boy.'
Harry couldn't remember her calling him that; she was always very angry with him; every time something bad happened, even if it was Dudley's fault, Harry always took the blame. One of these days, Harry was sure they would start blaming him every time it started raining.
Harry never understood why; his aunt always told him to always tell the truth, to not be like his 'Lying Parents' and that god would judge him if he lied. Harry always told the truth. He never lied to them, but they still didn't trust him. Eventually, he wondered why he even bothered telling the truth; if the truth always gave him problems, it would be better to lie and avoid the unnecessary consequences.
As a six-year-old boy, Harry wondered if his aunt didn't like him because he had yet to give her anything good for Mother's Day. He had never given her anything because he didn't really know what it was until last year. But now, he was prepared to give her a gift; his little heart couldn't help but beat faster; the thought of her kissing his cheek, the thought of her finally showing some affection, made him want to draw even faster.
After finishing his drawing, he looked at it from every angle. He wanted to make sure it was perfect, but he quickly found something he didn't like, so he made sure to fix it. Eventually, he finished the drawing; it showed their house from outside and them standing in front of the staircase.
Soon, the morning came, and he heard his aunt walking downstairs; she was always the first to wake up. He felt his heart beating much faster than ever before; he held the drawing to his chest tightly; he held it like it was his most precious treasure.
"Wake Up, Freak!" His aunt shouted while knocking on the door loudly, causing bits of dust to fall from the ceiling of the cupboard. The words felt like a bad sting, but he held the tears; once he showed her the drawing, she would smile at him the same way he smiled at Dudley. He was sure of it.
"I'm coming, Aunty," Harry said with a smile; his little legs moved as fast as they could; he opened the door of the cupboard, and once he stepped outside, his aunt was in the kitchen, her back turned to him; he heard her humming to herself while doing something with the bread. Harry approached slowly; once he was close enough, he nudged her leg; she turned to look at him, her softness disappeared, and she glared at him; he almost flinched but quickly remembered about his gift.
"What do you want freak?" The words felt like a slap to the face; his eyes suddenly burned, but he mustered all his strength and showed her his drawing.
Upon seeing it, his aunt's eyes widened slightly before she carefully grasped the drawing from his little hands; Harry hoped she would say something to him. Perhaps she liked it, but instead, her eyes looked at him with hatred, so much that Harry stiffened from fear; he almost stumbled back and fell on his back.
"Why are you so much like her? You just love gloating about everything, don't you? Always trying to keep me down and acting as if you are superior to me when all you have is just because of dumb luck. Always trying to make me feel much lesser than you." Harry didn't know who she was talking about, and he was sure he wasn't gloating about anything; he just wanted to know if she liked the drawing, but his heart shattered when his aunt callously tore the precious artwork into two irreparable halves.
"Noo!" Harry shouted. He tried to take it from her hands, but that was a mistake. It happened too fast for him to see it coming, but he felt it. His face collided with the floor before he even realized what had happened. His cheek felt on fire, and his mouth filled with something that tasted like iron.
Harry lay there on the floor in complete shock. He found no strength to move as Petunia hurled the torn fragments of his drawing into the roaring fireplace. He watched his artwork's delicate lines and vibrant colors transform into a swirling vortex of ash and embers. His eyes burned more than he could ever remember burning; hot tears rolled down his cold cheeks like knives. He sobbed on the floor until he was exhausted.
The same day, Harry watched as Dudley was once again gaining all the attention and all the love, and he was left with nothing. The very next day, Harry didn't care anymore to tell them the truth. They hated him despite everything, and it would never change, so why even bother? Why please them? A month later, Harry said the first subtle insult towards Dudley while trying to fix a math problem. The first time he had done something against them in any way.
"Why is this so difficult?"
"I already completed it."
"Well, I got the same result in the test as you." Dudley boasted.
"Didn't you copy it from me? You always say how I'm a freak and, therefore, stupid. I wonder what that says about you." Harry said with a blank look, and the feeling of triumph he had felt was something he had never felt before. '
Harry
His fingers grasped the next page, and his eyes reached the last word of the page before flipping the book page. It's been a week since Itisa became his friend; he was sure the Dursleys would never allow Itisa to stay with him, and he was sure they would try to kick him out if he tried to defend Itisa. After the little incident, they had decided to mostly ignore him, trying to act as if he didn't even exist, even the food; his aunt told him that he was old enough to prepare his own food. Harry was certain it was a lie but didn't bother talking with Miss 'My son is perfect.'
Since he had cooked before, Harry found it relaxing and a little entertaining, especially when Itisa jumped out of nowhere and would try to eat the ingredients he was using shamelessly; after eating them, she would start licking his hand, trying to make things good between them, and Harry couldn't resist forgiving her. Eventually, he told her.
'Hey, how about you steal their food. They are already big enough to be considered a whole population.'
That had started a little problem; his uncle hated his guts, that was clear, but his reaction after Itisa started stealing bits of their food was hilarious.
' "I love these sausages." Dudley said amidst, chewing on a large piece of bacon and sausage before following it with bread. Harry had a simple sandwich before him, not that he cared much, while Itisa was busy eyeing Vernon's food. His chair started making an annoying noise. Harry wondered if the chair finally had enough; perhaps today, the chair would break, and Vernon would break too, but Harry was sure he wasn't that lucky.
"This chair is annoying. We need to buy new ones." Vernon complained while shifting uncomfortably around the chair, causing it to creak even more.
"Is not the chair's fault that you are horizontally challenged," Harry commented before he could stop himself; Vernon turned and gave him a nasty look, which reminded Harry of the shit he took in the morning.
"What did you say, boy?" Vernon shouted Itisa growled, baring her teeth, but Harry placed his hand on top of her back; she purred and sat down but still kept her gaze on Vernon.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't make fun of the elderly." Vernon slammed his hand on the table, causing one of the sausages to roll down and fall on the carpet below.
"You watch your mouth, freak. If you don't. I will cook that evil cat of yours right in front of you." Vernon threatened; Harry almost growled in anger; he was used to threats towards him, but those words didn't really affect him, not anymore. They used to scare him, but eventually, he got used to them and learned ways of just messing with them. He didn't understand why they called him a freak and all those hurtful words, but they didn't hurt, not anymore, not with Itisa in his life. He finally had a friend and didn't want Vernon to say such things about her.
Before Harry could utter a word, Dudley let out a scream while pointing at something under the table. Harry looked down and saw Itisa with the sausage that Vernon had dropped in her mouth.
"That's Mine!" He screamed, trying to get to her, which caused the entire dining table to flip over; along with all the food, Harry quickly grabbed his sandwich before it could fall down. Itisa ran to the cupboard, with Vernon trying to chase her.
"Get Out! Now." Vernon screamed while banging on the door, which seemed ready to fall down; his hand was thick enough to be mistaken for a ball.
"I said Get Out," Vernon screamed once again, breathing heavily; his face had turned bright red like a red traffic light.
"Uncle, you know, I always agree with everything you say and do, but I don't think you should keep doing that," Harry said innocently as he slowly approached him. Vernon stopped knocking and turned to face Harry; he was easily as large as a bus, and all missing were the ears.
"Why is that?"
"Well, do you remember what happened last time you tried to kick Itisa? I don't think you liked the end results, though seeing you fly like that was very entertaining; it must have been your first time since they don't allow elephants in the airports." Harry said smugly, with an evil smile on his face; it always felt good whenever he could mess with him; it was the only way to get some small revenge against them, especially from Vernon.
His uncle's face turned pale; he instinctively took a step back from the freak; he still remembered the way he had been thrown as if he weighed nothing, and he didn't want to experience that again; a scar was left just above his left ear, it stunk like a bee every time he moved his head to that side when he was sleeping.
"That devil won't be here forever, and once that day comes. I will have you sleep outside like a dog that you are." Vernon said with a snarl before turning on his heels and walking away. '
After that day, Vernon had oddly avoided him. Something Harry appreciated more than enough, the man just said nothing to him, but he knew he hadn't forgotten; his eyes glared at him, especially when Itisa was nearby; they all were scared of the 'cat.'
Now, despite being late at night, he couldn't stop himself from reading the book in front of him. He was sure one in the morning, and since he was still alive, so was his only friend. One thing that kept happening was Itisa letting out the purple breath at least once a day whenever they were alone. Harry didn't know what it was, and the teacher at school had told him that animals from the Cat Family only had their teeth and claws to protect themselves. There is no mention of them being able to let out bursts of purple breath.
Despite how much he wanted to, he couldn't take Itisa to school; animals weren't allowed there, and he knew Lady Bukuria wouldn't be happy if he broke the rules. He was the only teacher who sometimes tried to help him. He had thought of putting Itisa inside the school bag, but she was too big for that, and on the first day since having her, he had tried to take her with him to school, only for some of the children to start screaming in fear while shouting 'A Lion.'
From that day, he knew better than to bring Itisa to school again, so he left her outside so she could walk around freely and hunt by herself whenever she was hungry until he returned from school. Harry still remembered when Itisa had walked up to him with a big black rat in her mouth; Harry had felt a little disgusted but still happy that she could find food on her own; she had then dropped the rat to his feet, thinking that he wanted a piece from it.
"Thank you, Itisa, but I don't really eat something like that. It's all yours." Harry had told her; she had seemed to have understood every word he said; she had taken the rat outside before eating it.
Yesterday, after finishing school that day, he had asked for permission to take one of the books about animals from the library. Teacher Bukuria had allowed him to return it within a week, enough time for Harry to read the book twice.
But despite reading it so many times, he still couldn't find anything about Itisa. There was no mention of cats like her, especially ones with little spikes growing out of their bodies like a hedgehog, but unlike them, she could make them sink inside her body as if they were never there. And she could make her body grow to the size of a fully grown dog.
With a finger on the page, he closed the book before looking at Itisa, who was busy playing with a small soldier toy made of wood he had carved last year.
"Just what are you," Harry wondered out loud; she stopped playing and turned to look at him as if she had heard him before letting out a meow as if answering his question. Sadly, she couldn't speak like a snake, and he couldn't speak her language.
"Too big for a cat. You can grow yourself, have spikes, and release purple breath. Hmm, will you answer me?" Harry asked with a baby voice before scratching the way she liked it just under her chin. She purred before jumping on his shoulder; at that moment, she weighed nothing, and Harry watched in silence as she looked at the scar on his forehead. He wondered why she seemed not to like it for whatever reason.
"Is just a scar," Harry said casually. Itisa bore her teeth, sharp like swords, looking at the scar, but her expression changed into the normal one once she looked back at his face before licking his cheek. He noticed the tiny spines of her tongue disappear every time she licked him. Animals from the cat family have spines on their tongues to make it easier to strip the meat from the bones, but Itisa never hurt him; she was simply the cutest. She jumped from his shoulder and back to where the soldier toy was.
Suddenly, Harry's stomach growled. He chuckled. Usually, he would ignore it and fall asleep eventually, but it seemed Itisa wasn't in the same mind as him. Suddenly, she started shrinking; Harry watched in shock as she turned her size to that of a small cat, almost like a kitten, while she looked even more adorable now. Harry watched as she squeezed herself through a small opening that led to the kitchen. Harry quickly stood up; he slowly opened the door; he didn't want them to hear that he was still awake.
Once he opened the door, he watched as she opened the fridge with her tail; she had returned back to her original size. She grabbed the pack of sausages with her teeth, and he watched as she brought them to him. Harry patted the top of her head, and she purred.
"You are amazing, Itisa," Harry said with the brightest smile on his face. He couldn't remember the last time he had smiled like this; he felt as if someone just gave him the best gift in the world. The cat purred. He opened it, but he made sure to grab a loaf of bread, too. He gave half to Itisa and ate the other half for himself, but she refused to touch the food, and she decided to eat only after Harry was full and couldn't eat anymore.
Tomorrow
Another day, a new school day. Harry found himself running for his life again. His cousin Dudley and his gang of bullies had started another round of Harry Hunting almost as soon as the school day had ended. Harry was usually quite good at avoiding capture, but Dudley's bumbling horde had unwittingly caught him in a daydream about enjoying the pleasant early June weather with a quiet picnic by a lake. It had been one of those rare good days at school without trouble from either Dudley's gang or teachers until he was on the verge of being caught by his bullies.
Young Harry even felt good about the exams he had taken that day for History and Science, two of his favorite subjects. Harry shook off his reverie so that he could focus on escaping. Unfortunately, in his lack of focus, Harry had run himself into a dead end behind the school kitchens. He was silently cursing his situation of being an 8-year-old who constantly put up with bullying and abuse everywhere he turned. He wished Itisa was nearby; she would have easily dealt with these morons, making them fly as she had done with Vernon.
Clearing his mind again, Harry stood still to listen for Dudley's approach while quietly looking around for escape options. However, he soon realized his only hope to avoid the Hunt today would be to hide behind the nearby big trash bins.
"We found you, freak. You have nowhere to go." Dudley said with a smug smile as he approached Harry, who refused to show fear, especially in front of someone like Dudley, who was bigger than him and also felt the need to bring his fellow idiots with him; not much of a surprise.
"What do you want, Dudley? The bakery is that way." Harry said while pointing in a certain direction. Dudley snarled before grabbing him by the tunic, raising him in the air.
"You think yourself clever, freak, but I'm much better than you." Dudley's breath made Harry wrinkle his nose.
"Obviously, no one is better than 'Momma's Special Boy.' Tell me when was the last time you washed your teeth?" Harry asked with a smirk; his mouth sometimes opened, and he said the wrong things at the wrong times. Dudley's bullies chuckled at Harry's words, but not Dudley, who turned red in the face.
"You are just an ugly, freak." Dudley said with a snarl, gripping Harry's tunic more tightly.
"You seem to be mistaken. I'm not a mirror, but you are very lucky they can't laugh every time you look at them. They simply break." Harry added with a smug smirk. Dudley's bullies laughed out loud, but it seemed Dudley had had enough of his words. He hurled Harry with an unrelenting force, causing his body to collide harshly with the floor's surface. A metallic tang coated his lips. The icy touch of the cold floor seeped into his skin. Dudley planted his boot firmly atop Harry's chest, applying just enough pressure. Amid agony, Harry's groans of pain mingled with his desperate attempts to dislodge the oppressive weight.
Suddenly, Harry glared at him viciously, wishing he wasn't here. If only Dudley was somewhere else.
The moment he thought, Dudley disappeared, like vanishing out of thin air. Harry blinked several times; he was sure his eyes were playing games with him, but no matter how many times he closed and opened his eyes, Dudley wasn't there. And his bullies left looked at Harry, horrified and slowly backing away from him like they were afraid of him.
"What did you do to him...Freak?" One asked with a shaking voice as Harry stood on his feet; he didn't know what to say; as he looked at his hands, he knew being able to talk with snakes was one thing, but making people disappear, Harry had never done that before.
"HELP!!" They all heard Dudley scream outside. Everyone quickly ran outside to see him on top of the roof, his legs shaking, his face paler than snow. Harry could feel the looks Dudley's friends were giving him. He still didn't know how he did it. How can someone disappear like that and appear somewhere else?
How? Harry thought, knowing this was similar to the men in the park, remembering the man wearing strange clothes who had dropped Itisa before disappearing just as Dudley did.
Harry watched in silence, knowing Petunia and Vernon would be furious with him. They always called him a freak, and now that he made Dudley disappear and appear on the roof, he knew they wouldn't be happy.
Dudley was quickly 'saved' when someone climbed to the roof and brought him down. When Petunia arrived and was informed of what happened, she looked at Harry with loathem; he wondered if she was ready to explode with how red her face had become.
The bullies tried to say that Harry had made Dudley disappear on the roof, but no one believed them, calling them stupid. When they asked Dudley himself, he was scared out of his mind. The only words that came out of his mouth were incoherent mumbles, but strangely, Petunia tried to distract them and told them that his son loved to climb on roofs sometimes. Dudley was then told not to do something like that again.
Once the school day ended, his aunt told Harry to enter the car. Once inside, she gave the nastiest look she could muster, but Harry wasn't afraid of her; her son had bullied him once again. All he did was protect himself, something everyone else would have done, and if Dudley tried again, Harry wouldn't mind sending him on the roof again; he still didn't know how he did that; he knew it wasn't normal, but that had saved him, that's all that matters.
"We give you food every day. We allow you to live in our house, we buy you clothes, and this is how you repay us." Petunia glared, but Harry didn't allow himself to be afraid of her; he wasn't afraid; he had no reason to, not anymore.
"What do you have to say for yourself, freak?" That word again, and he felt his eyes burning again; all he had ever wanted was for her to look at him the same way she looked at Dudley, but she never did.
"Your 'precious boy' put his boot on my chest. His grades are in the mud, but instead of trying to teach him, you cuddle him and tell him that he's already doing more than enough; no wonder he's slow in the head." For a moment, Harry was sure he hadn't been the one who said those words. He had never ever talked like that, but now, he wouldn't take back his words. He wouldn't regret it.
If possible, Petunia's face turned redder than ever before. He wondered if perhaps the artery would suddenly burst on her forehead, but it did not; instead, his aunt shouted at him. "Get Out."
Harry did so without saying a word. He closed the door and watched as the car drove away. Itisa quickly joined him; she looked as furious as him, but Harry patted the place on his shoulder, and she jumped on top of his shoulder without saying a word.
"Good girl." Harry cooed, scratching the place just around her ears; she purred, loving the attention.
His walk back was spent in silence; Harry couldn't stop himself from thinking about what happened; he still didn't understand how he made Dudley disappear like that, but one thing he knew. He wanted to learn how to do it every time he needed to do it.
Eventually, he reached the house. But when he tried to open the door. It was locked. It didn't take long for him to hear the footsteps approaching. He heard the sound of the door unlocking, and Vernon's face revealed once the door cracked open.
"GET OUT, YOU FREAK. YOU ATTACKED MY SON, AND I WILL EAT YOUR CAT-" His words interrupted when the entire door burst open, and Vernon was pushed away. Harry watched as Itisa jumped from his shoulder; once she landed on the floor, all her spikes grew back, as did her body, but this time was different. She kept growing and growing until she was as large as a Tiger; her teeth grew, her golden eyes turned red, and red breath accumulated on the bottom of her throat. Suddenly, the air itself felt much harder to breathe on; it felt like it was growing hotter, and Harry could feel sweat forming on his forehead.
Vernon backed away in fear; he started throwing everything his hands could find, but whatever he threw stopped mid-air before bursting in blue flames. While his aunt hid Dudley behind her, her body shaking like a leaf from fear, Itisa kept advancing toward Vernon; she looked ready to kill him.
"Enough." Harry said, but she didn't stop, as if she didn't even hear him.
"Itisa. Enough." Harry said again, this time much louder; as he stepped forward, she stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at him. His emerald eyes looked back at her with determination and no hint of fear; she narrowed her gaze until her eyes turned back to golden ones, her spikes sank in her body, and her size turned back to normal.
Itisa jumped on top of his shoulder. He noticed that Dudley had lost consciousness from the fear he had felt, and Vernon was breathing heavily before standing up, using a nearby chair to support himself.
"You bastard. You Freak. Just Get Out of My Sight." Vernon snarled, breathing heavily, his face as pale as snow, but he didn't take a single step towards Harry; Itisa kept her eyes on him, a glare that made him freeze right where he was.
Harry didn't say anything to them and walked into the cupboard.
One Week Later
"So, how do we do this?"
"Just knock, Nymphadora." The man said. The girl's hair turned bright red, almost like flames, and she looked like she wanted to kick him.
"I Hate That Name." She shouted; the man rolled his eyes before knocking on the door himself.
"You are thirteen years old. Act like it. You say you want to become an Auror; never let your emotions go wild like this." He said with a hint of scolding as the door opened, revealing a fat boy younger than Tonks.
"Who are you?"
"Is this really the Boy Who Lived?" Tonks asked, a little bewildered, trying not to sound disappointed; she had seen photos of James and Lily Potters from old photos her parents kept in the house, but this boy in front of her looked nothing like them, and not to mention he seemed a 'little' fat. The boy's face remained blank; he seemed not to know what they were talking about.
"Nymphadora, this is not him. Forgive my daughter, but are you Dudley Dursley?" The boy nodded slowly while ignoring the sudden look of anger from the girl towards her father.
"Yes." He drawled.
"Can we come inside? I wish to talk something with your parents." The man requested with a friendly smile.
"Sweetie, who is at the door?"
"Just a man and a girl. They say they want to talk with you." Dudley said, looking over his shoulder as he was speaking.
A new face appeared; this one seemed like a woman around her mid-thirties. "How may I help you?" She eyed them suspiciously before telling her boy to go to his room.
"I think it's better if we talk inside." The man said with the same friendly smile.
"What are your names?"
"My name is Ted Tonks, this is my daughter, Nymphadora Tonks." Again, she glared at her father for using that name; the woman looked uncertain but reluctantly opened the rest of the door for them to walk inside.
"Come in." Ted walked inside, looking around the house. It was a simple, beautiful house, but he couldn't help but feel something strange; he didn't know what it was, but something about the air inside the house felt strange.
"Do you want a cup of tea?"
"Oh, no need to bother yourself; we won't be here long." Upon saying that, he heard the sound of a door opening; he turned to see a young boy walking out of the cupboard under the staircase. While that caught him off guard, something else immediately grabbed his attention, something sitting on the boy's shoulder; at first glance, it appeared to be a normal cat, but her eyes, her size, the color of her fur, her tail similar to that of a lion, his heart stopped when he realized at what kind of creature he was staring at.
A Nundu...
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