Harry sat there, in front of his uncle and aunt, waiting. Waiting for an answer. Why have they Brought him back to this nightmare? He should be at Hogwarts. Enjoying butter beer. Hiding under his invisibility cloak and run around destroying things.
He was a wizard, yes. But he was only fifteen!
He looked at his uncle and aunt. Waiting for an explanation they would never give.
“You have to stop going to that magyiky school of yours.” Said Mr. Dursley. His beady little eyes stared into Harry’s, a frightening expression on his face. His grave face was pale and his nose was pink.
“Why.” Said Harry, in more of a statement than a question. An order; to know why.
”people are talking! About us. You and us! You are ruining our reputation, and I will not let that happen!”
Oh. Okay. So that’s why. For their pretty little reputation, they would make his life a horror movie. “Even your weirdos Are talkin’ abou’ it!” He concluded. Harry focused on the last few words. Weirdos? He was literally calling his friends weirdos. Literally calling him a weirdo. Harry would have loved to scream at his face, ‘You’re horrible, Fatso!’ But Harry refrained to do so.
“What were they talking about?” Harry quietly asked instead.
”I don’t know, do I?” Mr. Dursley replied angrily.
Harry took a deep breath. “Did you ask them?”
“No! Why the hell would I do such a thing? ‘Go ask them’-No I Will not!”
Harry rolled his eyes. He would never know what they were talking about.
***
Christmas was over, and Harry was back on the Hogwarts express. But unusually, nobody wanted to go near him. Not even talk to him. Ron, too, was a bit nervous around Harry.
“Harry.” Hermione said.
He looked at her. Maybe she had an answer to why everybody was being so weird and stupid. “People are making such a big fuss about a false rumour. I mean, it’s not true that you are He-who-should-not-be-named’s son!”
Harry’s scar had a searing pain. It was then he knew that maybe it was true. Voldermort was his father. And it was then that Harry knew; he was living in an ocean of lies...
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