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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
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Chapter 02: Family Life
"You burned the bacon!" In a fit of rage, Vernon threw his fork at him.
"Ouch!" Harry was lucky to move his head just in time to avoid being hit in the eyes.
The fork still scratched the side of his face, leaving a bloody mark.
"Hahaha! Take that!" His cousin Dudley found it hysterical and began to laugh while pointing at him.
"Tsk…" His aunt Petunia saw this and became annoyed, but not at Vernon. "Don't you dare leave a blood stain on my kitchen floor, boy. Go to your room! I will finish breakfast properly."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry was now holding back his tears. He knew that complaining would only make things worse for him, so he kept a hand on his face to cover the bleeding cut and walked quickly to his cupboard.
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"Grrrrr…." Harry heard his stomach grumble as he sat alone on his bed.
A dirty piece of cloth was pressed against the side of his face to hopefully stop the bleeding.
Harry didn't mind the injuries all that much. He was already accustomed to getting hurt, and they usually healed very quickly.
One time, he fractured his wrist when Dudley decided to push him down the stairs. It was very painful for a while, but the next day, his bones were completely healed.
At that time, Harry wasn't sure if that was how things worked, but his uncle was quick to point out that normal people don't heal so fast, and that Harry could only do it because he was a freak.
Harry didn't know what being a freak meant. But he did understand that he could do things that others could not.
Other strange stuff had happened around him, like objects levitating or things breaking.
Every time this happened, his aunt and uncle would get furious with him and punish him.
Harry thought it was unfair because he had no way to control when these things happened, but it was not like he could do anything about it.
In the end, he accepted that this was how his life would be.
"Grrrr…." Harry grasped his belly. "I'm hungry." Last night, he didn't get to eat dinner because, according to his aunt, he didn't clean the bathroom properly, as she found some stains on the sink.
The explanation about it being Dudley's fault for making a mess while cleaning his teeth was completely ignored by Petunia.
And now he burned the bacon, and once more, he had to leave without a single bite.
Harry noted that his face was no longer hurting and took the cloth away.
He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed that the cut had already healed.
"Oh…that was fast!" He had healed many cuts before, but not this quickly.
'If Uncle Vernon sees this, he will call me a freak again.' Harry was now worried that this would get him another punishment.
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With nothing to do, he then waited to see if anyone would come look for him.
After a while, he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching, and someone stopped in front of the cupboard door.
'Click'. The sound of the lock being placed.
"It's Saturday, so we are taking Dudley to the park. You stay there and think about what you have done." Petunia's voice sounded even colder than usual.
Harry's expression fell. It didn't look like he was going to get food any time soon.
"Can we get some ice cream?" Dudley asked very loudly, and Harry wondered if he was doing it on purpose, knowing that he would be hungry by now.
"Of course we can. Anything for my Dudleykins." Petunia answered in a sweet voice that she only used when talking to her son.
"You better not break anything while you are in there. You hear me, boy?" Vernon gave him the usual threat while banging on the door with his fat fists.
It was not an empty one, though. One time, he tried to break the lock and was hit by his belt at least a dozen times.
A short moment later, Harry heard them leave through the door and close it, leaving him alone.
"Sigh…well, I may be hungry, but it's not so bad, I guess." Harry liked being alone at home. It was much better than being with his 'family' anyway.
He decided to lie on his bed and close his eyes. Since he was not going to get anything to eat, the only thing he could do was sleep a bit longer.
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Merlin heard the door of his tower opening and turned to welcome his visitor.
"My King…to what do I owe the hono—"
"Save it, Sorcerer." King Arthur was in a terrible mood already. "You know why I'm here."
"Because you need my assistance, as usual," Merlin responded with a knowing look. "But I am unaware as to why His Majesty is upset with me. I believe it was Lancelot who got a bit too friendly with the Queen."
"Shut up!" King Arthur didn't need a reminder of that. "Right now, Mordred is on his way to Camelot with an army."
"Wasn't he dead? I recall hearing the story of how you stabbed him in the heart with Excalibur."
"He was dead, that is for sure," Arthur said. "Which means…"
"You suspect that sorcery was involved in his return?… Mmm, you are talking about Necromancy, I believe." Merlin said. "Not my area of expertise."
"Maybe not yours, but what about your 'beloved apprentice'?" There was a lot of venom in Arthur's voice as he mentioned that person.
"Morgan…" Merlin narrowed his eyes. "I can't say we parted on good terms. But last I knew, she did not delve into such dark spells either."
"Save it! This is all your fault, Merlin. Don't you see it?" Arthur exclaimed. "Who told you to teach your sorcery to that wretched half sister of mine?!
Now she is coming back to get revenge. I wouldn't be surprised if this was all a product of her planning."
Merlin had no answer to that. He had also been wondering if Morgan le Fay was truly behind this.
It's been many years since he last saw her, after all.
'Perhaps this is all my fault.' Merlin thought.