Twisting A Mind - Ch 3
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summery: What if Voldemort had discovered his link to Harry earlier and used it? What could have happened to Harry and how could things have been different?
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter it would be a far more twisted place so obviously I don’t and I don’t make anything from this either sadly…
“Regular Talking”
/Parseltongue/
{{Harry to Voldie over link}}
[[Voldie to Harry over link]]
He had wanted to know for months now ever since he finally started to properly understand that hissing in his head: ‘How did that voice know him?’ and now that he had the chance to know he was going to take it. {{/How do you know me?/}} Harry wanted to know who the voice was too, but this question seemed more important and the voice had said the rules were one question for one question. The now going on six year old could feel the link to that voice ‘go quite’ like it would at times when the voice had to go away for a while and he prodded at it a bit trying to see if the other was still there. He couldn’t help suddenly feeling alone at the rather abrupt ‘departure’ of the other and he was on the verge of being pissed -or sad he wasn’t sure- when the other presence was quite suddenly back.
[[/I don’t think you want to know that boy/]]
Harry frowned at the reply pulling his covers more tightly around him. Why wouldn’t he? The other person knew him and he didn’t know of any reason why he wouldn’t want to know why. {{/Yes I do/}} the dark haired boy replied without so much as a second thought.
[[/I don’t think you will like it Harry/]]
Harry blinked at that. The other presence hadn’t cared before if he liked something the man had just told him and gotten on with it. The other had never cared if it made him cry or anything so why would he now? {{/I want to know/}} he informed the other after a moment deciding he didn’t care this person knew him and he wanted to know how. Besides it couldn’t be THAT bad now could it? Or so his young mind sure thought as it ignored the sigh that came from the other.
[[/I know you because I am the one that gave you that mark on your forehead/]]
It was a simple explanation, but it wasn’t what Harry had been expecting. He lifted one tanned hand to his scar running a finger down it. His mind was quickly shutting down even as he ran back over every conversation that he had the other person had ever had. He got the scar in the crash that killed his parents, so this was the man that had killed his parents? This person who had been so nice to him was the person that took his mummy and daddy? No it couldn’t be true it just couldn’t. This nice person just couldn’t be the one that took his parents from him and yet some part of him KNEW it was true, just knew it had to be and without even realizing it he slammed down on his half of the link; closing it hard on the other voice.
The next few months were spent in haze of confusion and hurt for Harry as he tried to work though what that voice had told him. His grades in school when he returned were worse then the year before due not only to the young boy’s distracted, but due to the fact that without practice one didn’t get better at things like reading and writing especially not that that young. Sure the green eyed boy had been doing decently for his age by the end of kindergarten, but he had had the entirety of summer to not only make no more progress, but to slide backwards and lose the progress he had made. By the time winter break came the small boy was barely passing and his teacher sent him home with a note saying as much that he was to have signed by the time break was over. When the six year old gave the paper to his aunt and uncle they were well beyond displeased and made quite sure he knew about it too.
Summery: What if Voldemort had discovered his link to Harry earlier and used it? What could have happened to Harry and how could things have been different?
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter it would be a far more twisted place so obviously I don’t and I don’t make anything from this either sadly…
“Regular Talking”
/Parseltongue/
{{Harry to Voldie over link}}
[[Voldie to Harry over link]]
He had wanted to know for months now ever since he finally started to properly understand that hissing in his head: ‘How did that voice know him?’ and now that he had the chance to know he was going to take it. {{/How do you know me?/}} Harry wanted to know who the voice was too, but this question seemed more important and the voice had said the rules were one question for one question. The now going on six year old could feel the link to that voice ‘go quite’ like it would at times when the voice had to go away for a while and he prodded at it a bit trying to see if the other was still there. He couldn’t help suddenly feeling alone at the rather abrupt ‘departure’ of the other and he was on the verge of being pissed -or sad he wasn’t sure- when the other presence was quite suddenly back.
[[/I don’t think you want to know that boy/]]
Harry frowned at the reply pulling his covers more tightly around him. Why wouldn’t he? The other person knew him and he didn’t know of any reason why he wouldn’t want to know why. {{/Yes I do/}} the dark haired boy replied without so much as a second thought.
[[/I don’t think you will like it Harry/]]
Harry blinked at that. The other presence hadn’t cared before if he liked something the man had just told him and gotten on with it. The other had never cared if it made him cry or anything so why would he now? {{/I want to know/}} he informed the other after a moment deciding he didn’t care this person knew him and he wanted to know how. Besides it couldn’t be THAT bad now could it? Or so his young mind sure thought as it ignored the sigh that came from the other.
[[/I know you because I am the one that gave you that mark on your forehead/]]
It was a simple explanation, but it wasn’t what Harry had been expecting. He lifted one tanned hand to his scar running a finger down it. His mind was quickly shutting down even as he ran back over every conversation that he had the other person had ever had. He got the scar in the crash that killed his parents, so this was the man that had killed his parents? This person who had been so nice to him was the person that took his mummy and daddy? No it couldn’t be true it just couldn’t. This nice person just couldn’t be the one that took his parents from him and yet some part of him KNEW it was true, just knew it had to be and without even realizing it he slammed down on his half of the link; closing it hard on the other voice.
The next few months were spent in haze of confusion and hurt for Harry as he tried to work though what that voice had told him. His grades in school when he returned were worse then the year before due not only to the young boy’s distracted, but due to the fact that without practice one didn’t get better at things like reading and writing especially not that that young. Sure the green eyed boy had been doing decently for his age by the end of kindergarten, but he had had the entirety of summer to not only make no more progress, but to slide backwards and lose the progress he had made. By the time winter break came the small boy was barely passing and his teacher sent him home with a note saying as much that he was to have signed by the time break was over. When the six year old gave the paper to his aunt and uncle they were well beyond displeased and made quite sure he knew about it too.