Harry Potter Breaking Free

Despite the fact that it was Duddykins eleventh birthday that day, the Delacours could see that the Dursley's were extremely frustrated. There was nowhere for Harry to be and there was no one else available to foist the boy's unwanted presence upon. Their house was being fumigated that day and the cat lady next door was out of town. The Dursleys hated to have to do it, and they were very vocal in their frustration, but they were forced to take Harry with them to the zoo for Dudley's birthday party.

While the Dursleys marched around the Zoo, they all went into the snake house where this unbelievable thing happened to Harry. A python that was just sitting there in it's glass walled cage replied to Harry's voice, and he, somehow, defying all common sense, understood the snake in return.

In that moment, Harry was overawed by the wonder of it all. He didn't care that it was impossible and very likely to get him in trouble. It was magic! He was taking part in magic in real time and it wasn't by accident either.

Later, Dudley pushed Harry over, at which point he accidentally vanished the glass wall of the snake's cage. Things became hectic after that and Dudley accomplished a ton of very girly screaming.

The beating that Harry ended up receiving that night was particularly vicious. Harry ended up with a broken arm, a broken wrist, a messed up knee, and two swollen shut eyes. When he was finally thrown into his cupboard, wracked with pain and completely blind, Harry ended up feeling quite pleased with himself because the snake had gotten away. The snake had been good people after all...

This time when they were ejected from the memory, Harry smiled a somewhat feral looking smile even as he shook from head to toe. He was still trembling from the remembered injuries but the two women could see in his eyes that he liked his own defiance in the memory.

After stashing the memory in his sac, Harry growled out the words "no sweat let's continue." The two ladies followed him quickly with their hands outstretched, feeding him support, healing and comfort.

It didn't take long for Fleur to find the next book but she didn't like the look of it, so she just stared at it without saying a word. It was so pure a black color it looked like a dementor's shroud. Shaking herself out of her fugue, Fleur very reluctantly pointed the book out to Harry.

Harry's eyes narrowed to flat disks when he looked down at the next book because it was called FREAK in all-caps. Then, when he turned towards the two Veela, his face looked haunted. "Ladies... this one's going to hurt."

Although the two Veela immediately reached out to stop him, they were far too slow. Before they could reach out and catch his hand, Harry had already bent over and scooped up the book. The three of them once again fell into the memory.

While Harry had no idea how it was happening, nor did he know how impossible it was supposed to be with his core bound the way it was, Harry was still performing accidental magic a few times a year. Thankfully, he was rarely ever caught, but there was this one infamous time. He was running from schoolyard bullies that were being led by his cousin Dudley, and they all had him hemmed in by the school's walls. All Harry wanted at the time was to be "not there," that was all.

All of the sudden, Harry found himself on the roof of the school, with about nine witnesses loudly claiming that he'd teleported there… By the time the teachers had finished calling in the Dursley's, Harry already knew that he was in for some major pain. The problem was that if he avoided going back to Privet Drive the punishment would only grow exponentially larger over time. Just like every other time he'd ever run away in the past, eventually he'd be caught, dragged back to the Dursley's and then...

Well...

Long story short, while it sucked big time, the wisest choice of action was to just get the beating over with. The best that Harry could hope for was that he made good time to his cupboard, so that Vernon gets a chance to cool off a bit...

Once again the context of the memory had the Delacour ladies shaking in both anger and rising anxiety. The isolation, the abuse, the injustice. It all hurt too much and yet they both knew this was only the beginning.

As soon as Harry arrived home, he was ambushed, grabbed and bodily thrown into a wall, which broke his right arm. That's when he saw a metal bar resting on the heating element of the stove, and he thrashed around like a fish trying to get free.

As Vernon held him down and growled the word freak over and over, Harry struggled with all his might. It wasn't working. Due mostly to the man's bulk, Harry couldn't get out from under Vernon and the look of madness in his eyes almost had him pissing himself.

In the end, Harry was both weak and injured so his struggles were useless, and he was finally punched into a painful form of stillness.

After grabbing the super-heated metal off of the oven, Vernon ripped open the collar of Harry's ill-fitting t-shirt. Then, with a twisted smile on his face, he unceremoniously shoved it against his chest.

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