『thirty-two 』
// There’s a seven-year old boy leaning over the side of porch step as he de-weeds a garden; he looks unkempt - messy haired and in clothes far too big for someone so small.
“Hey, freak. You missed a patch over there!”
The voice obviously belongs to the original owner of Harry’s clothes: large and with a smug sort of smile that’d belong to the bully of a kid’s playground.
“I should also tell Mum about that puddle of orange juice in the kitchen that I spilled, which you haven’t cleaned up yet…”
“Just leave my alone, Dudley.”
“You gonna cry, Harry? Going to run to Mumsie-”
“I said leave me alone, Dudley.”
This time Harry’s retort is accompanied by glare; one that would be rather pathetic considering Harry’s general appearance and small stature, if it wasn’t for the small fire erupting on Dudley’s head.”
“Wh- What did you do, Potter-- M-Make it stop, make it stop- MUM! DAD! MUM! DAD! LOOK WHAT THE FREAK DID! HELP ME!”
The scene begins to blur out, slowly fast-forwarding to the garden again - now with a large purple-faced man. He takes little time to grab the smaller boy by his collar and the scruff of his hair, dragging him into the house.
“I didn’t do it, Uncle Vernon! I couldn’t have done it - it’s not even possible!”
"What if the neighbors saw you? What if they now know what we're housing? This is why I tell Petunia we should-” //
// The scene blurs out, now speeding through various other memories:
An older man bustles around a shop, carrying boxes in his arms as he directs the boy before him.
“No, not that one! A wand picks the wizard, Harry. You’ve got to keep trying until you find the right one.”
Harry nods, looking happy if not excited at the prospect at trying another. This time, though, there’s a flash of colored sparks when he waves the wand.
“…Ah, that one- Interesting, how very interest-”
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The sound of cheering hit’s the air as Harry rushes towards the golden Snitch, wind whipping against him as he catches the ball with a final rush of adrenaline. The cheering almost seems deafening.
Now the scene switches to what seems like the after party; students in red and gold laughing and yelling in a comfortable, common room. Harry’s off tucked off in the corner, a younger Hermione and Ron beside him as they share their own victory cheer.
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Harry reaches out to the mirror, finger meeting glass instead of the many heads of messy hair, red hair, and green eyes peeking from the mirror. A couple beams in the center: an image of Lily and James Potter staring at their son. //
Click to view// Harry’s older now, looking worse for wear as he raises his wand against Bellatrix Lestrange. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this enraged before- to want to kill her for what she did to Sirius, anything to make her pay.
“CRUCIO!.”
For a second there’s a look of intense pain on her features, the usual look that accompanies the Cruciatus Curse. However, it lasts only a second before Lestrange bursts into laughter.
"Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy? You need to mean them, Potter. You need to really want to cause pain - to enjoy it - righteous anger won't hurt me for long."//
[ Long and tl;dr. :D; The third cut leads to a video also. :D;; I apologize. ♥ I don't have my books here, so they're not directly taken from the pages. However, all of it's based on canon, however. ]