The Abuse in a Violently Different Dimension
By VG Jekyll
Juu has decided to stop writing on 'The Abuse'. This is because she has started going to College again and the workload doesn't leave her with enough time to also write on fanfiction. Let's all wish her the best of luck!
However, this leaves me on my own. I am still uncertain if I am going to continue it alone or search for another co-writer. I hope to tell you soon, though till then I'll try to write a bit on my own.
27. I'm Still Here
I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They're the ones that stay the same.
They don't know me,
'Cause I'm not here.
Harry stared over the breakfast table at Jacob. It was quite strange to realize that if his parents hadn't died that Halloween, he could've had a little brother. Somehow, with the attitude the kid showed towards him, that was not as happy a thought as he would have liked.
On the other hand, perhaps the kid's personality had been shaped by his surroundings and also by this world's Harry. Perhaps if that Harry hadn't been such a prick, their relationship would've been a lot better. You reap what you sow, right?
If Harry squinted, he could see a bit of his own features in the kid. Their hair was the same dark shade, though Jacob's had a bit of a wild curl in it, not unlike that of Lily's. His eyes were hazel like that of James, though the displeased scowl looked definitely the same as that of Aunt Petunia.
"Stop staring at me!"
Harry was pulled out of his musing thoughts by the snappish voice of the kid. Jacob had a foul look on his face as he stared back at Harry. The brat was awfully snappy. Perhaps he could use that as a nickname, just to annoy the kid?
"I'm not staring."
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm not." Harry couldn't ignore the childish urge to stick out his tongue. And Lily was just in time to see how Jacob grabbed a tomato and threw it at Harry's head. Harry leaned out of the way to avoid being hit by it, as Lily started to scold Jacob for wasting food.
Harry pulled an eyelid down and stuck his tongue out again before disappearing to the large garden. He couldn't help it; the brat brought out the inner child in him. He chuckled with sudden glee and raised his arms high above his head as he stretched.
The day before he'd been in a really depressed state. All day long he'd been thinking and pondering about what he should do, now that he couldn't depend on Dumbledore for fixing everything. He ended up with a huge headache, feeling even more down, and still without a clue about what the hell he should do.
So after dinner, when he watched how Lily washed the dishes while James dried them-both did it by hand-he finally decided to just try to enjoy the holidays and being with his family. When he returned to Hogwarts, he could talk it over with Morgane and figure things out.
That meant that today was for relaxation and what was better than to fly!
Only, he didn't posses a broom.
Harry took a wild guess and went for the garden shed. It was a good guess, since it seemed to hold several brooms. They were well-used, but not old, and Harry hoped his parents wouldn't mind him using one. It took a few rounds around the garden for him to get used to it and then he started to try out some of his old tricks.
Unbeknownst to him, Jacob had followed his brother after Lily's preaching. He'd been angry that once again Harry was able to put the blame on him. His mum never saw it when Harry pulled something, which made Jacob look bad. He'd been doing that ever since they were toddlers!
He was going to yell at the prick and tell him exactly what he thought about him, when he noticed that Harry was in the air. He stopped walking and thought for a brief moment that he was seeing things. Was that really his brother up there on a broomstick? But he was afraid of heights, wasn't he?
Not to mention that the incredible stunts the guy did up there, couldn't possibly be be done by his brother. He stared open-mouthed up as Harry swirled like a corkscrew downwards only to pull up into a steep climb.
Jacob quickly ran to the shed to retrieve his second broom (his first still being at Hogwarts). He placed a warming charm on himself before he mounted the broom and headed straight for his brother. Harry was just pulling out of a dive when he noticed Jacob coming.
"Oh Snappy, you here?" he asked as he pushed some hair out of his face. His cheeks were red from either exercise or cold.
Jacob frowned at the odd greeting. "Snappy?"
"Nevermind. What do you want?"
"I wanna know what you did to my real brother!" The boy answered and Harry nearly toppled off his broom with surprise.
"Wait? What?" He asked startled.
"What made you change? You were never this cool!" His brother asked as he hovered next to him and took in Harry's stance on the broom. It looked like Harry was used to flying, while Jacob knew that was quite impossible. When could he have practised all this?
The brief thought: 'Wait? I'm cool?', fluttered through Harry's brain, but before he could answer, the boy continued his confused rant.
"How is it possible you're flying? And flying good at that! Haven't you been scared of heights after falling off Nathan's broom?"
Jacob had been there when it had happened and although he had pretended to find it a good joke, he'd actually been concerned when Harry hadn't been able to get up from the ground by himself. And Jacob knew his brother well: he always learned from his mistakes by never doing it again. So how come he was up in the air again?
"My friends persuaded me to fly with them," Harry quickly ad-libbed. The kid didn't take his word for it though.
"Hey, if you don't want to believe me, it is your own choice." Harry answered and then shivered. At first he hadn't really felt the cold, but now the wind was sharply cold on his face. Jacob gave him a weird look.
"Why don't you have a warming spell on you?" The kid asked, ready to leave the subject about flying alone for the moment.
Harry frowned uncomprehending. "The under-age use of magic outside of school hours is illegal, isn't it?"
"What are you talking about? That's for Muggleborns."
"What? You mean we can actually do magic?"
"Blimey! In what world have you been living? Of course we can do magic? We live in a magical area; the Ministry cannot sense which person is casting which spells, unless they put tracking devises on our wands. And Pureblood law prevents them from being able too. You should know that!"
Harry started to feel the red hot trail of anger course through his body again. That was just not fair! How could people get away with this? When he had used a Patronus to protect his dumb nephew from Dementors that summer, he had to stand trial! And Pureblood kids could practically do what they wanted? How absolutely unfair!
Jacob had steered his broom away from his brother when he noticed the building anger on his face. "You never used to care before... why now?"
Harry didn't answer him as another thought occurred to him. "Do you even know Dudley?"
Apparently the Harry of this world also never had to deal with the Dursleys. He just had to have the perfect life didn't he? No Dursley's, he could use his magic without a care, he had a girlfriend(though Harry had screwed that one up quickly) and his family. If Harry hadn't already, he would have killed him just so he could take over his perfect little life.
"Lets race," he suddenly told Jacob and shot away.
The boy was quickly hot on his heels and just like the impromptu snow fight at school had started, they started small competitions. Who could race to the golden willow the fastest. Who could pick up the heavy plant pot without falling of the broom. Who could throw a garden gnome and hit the window of the house next door. Who could touch the six red things in the garden before the other could.
The small tasks left both of them laughing and in search for other odd objectives to do. When the dares became incredibly silly, like leapfrogging and doing a wheelbarrow over their brooms, they decided to stop. Laughing and pushing each other good-naturedly they went to the shed to put the brooms away.
When they walked back to the house, Jacob seemed to have forgotten all about his anger and ire and was instead talking excitedly about Christmas being the next day. He wondered if they would have to wait till the evening again before they could open the presents. That was apparently tradition in the Potter house.
Harry wanted to ask if any other family would be there, when an garden gnome looking for pay-back, tripped him. The Hufflepuff tried to catch his weight with his hands, but they slipped away on the cold snow. A sharp twinge shot through his right wrist.
"You okay?" asked Jacob and helped him up. He quickly scooped up some snow and threw it after the running gnome.
Harry rotated his hand a few times to check and winced. "I think it's just sprained."
They went inside where Jacob called loudly for Lily. When she arrived, he practically ordered her to heal Harry. His mother was rather baffled at his sudden protectiveness over his older brother, but didn't make a big deal about it and turned her attention to Harry's wrist.
"This will hurt a little bit," she warned him and Harry merely smiled.
"I'm sure it will."
She glanced shortly at his face and then did the charm. She was surprised that he didn't flinch or start to moan as if in pain. Harry could be a bit of a poseur when it came to being hurt.
Harry meanwhile frowned slightly; it didn't hurt at all, just tickled. He had been through worse with Skelegrow. He smiled at his mother but noticed a concerned look on her face. She reached out to his other arm and stared at the back of his left hand.
"Harry," her voice sounded grave. "What is this?"
Her voice tilted at the end of the sentence, almost as if she was afraid to find out. Harry glanced at his left hand. Before he had come to this place, he had only been in a few detentions with that Ministry appointed professor Umbridge, but the woman had made him use a strange quill which had left a gruesome yet vague imprint on his skin as reminder.
"Harry," her grip became stronger. "Tell me how you got this!"
"It is nothing."
She raised her voice. "Don't tell me this is nothing, Harry James Liir Potter. You've got writing scarred onto your skin!"
"It was an accident."
"It does not look like an accident. Try again."
Harry gave her a dark look that told her he wouldn't tell her no matter what. "I don't want to talk about it," he hissed at her, forgetting for the moment that he probably shouldn't talk like that to his mother. He probably would feel bad about his behaviour later on, but there was really no way how he could explain this.
Lily was speechless. Perhaps her son never had spoken to her with such ire in his voice or with such a dark look on his face. He could practically see her mentally backing away. When she spoke again, it was with a softer and gentile voice.
"You know that if you're in trouble, there is always someone you can talk to," she said.
Yeah, and her name is Morgane.
Lily didn't mention it anymore, although Harry noticed she kept glancing worrying at him when he was in the same room. He wondered if he had hurt her feelings, but this was just something he couldn't share with her. He wished suddenly that the holidays were over already so he could go back to Hogwarts.
At least he knew that place.
To Be Continued
VGJekyll: Hah, the first chapter I wrote all alone and I dislike it. It feels like there's something missing. I hate the ending and I might try to rewrite it a bit later on.