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Shake it, Bake it, Brew it	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 70342 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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Harry took a deep breath calm down and whispered “Lumos”
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“come on … please work” Harry whispered, he had been trying to create light without a wand for an hour. It wasn’t going well at all. Just when he was starting to get frustrated his uncle bashed on the door just to mess with him. Both he and Hedwig were startled so badly that they jumped.
Harry fumbled in the dark to find his feathered friend and stroke her soft feathers for comfort … for both of them “I need to calm down or this won’t work” he whispered as he heard his family settle down to sleep.
Once everything settled down Harry took a deep breath, gave himself a moment to concentrate and tried again ”Lumos”
Relief flooded the young wizard as a brilliant white light cascaded throughout the small room revealing every detail. It was in fact the coat closet in the hall that was tweaked to be a prison cell. Among the few items in the room was a metal bed frame with a thin mattress and flimsy blanket … and a bucket in the corner, which he guessed was supposed to be a toilet. Even Hedwig, who was practically glowing, looked disturbed by the room, but happy for Harry’s success.
It was too much to hope to stay in Dudley’s second bedroom. No, they couldn’t have that, but they might have been too worried about being watched so they moved him. if someone was watching they would see Harry go upstairs and not suspect a windowless prison cell. At least that’s what made sense to Harry. He knew they would gladly shove him back into that cupboard if they thought they could. At least they painted the walls … there in big black letters haphazardly splashed on the wall above his cot was ‘FREAK’ … how considerate.
With one hand he brushed some tears from his eyes as carefully knelt next to the heavy metal door. Harry examined the door carefully. He remembered five different locks and he wasn’t sure what to do now other than wandlessly unlocking the door.
“ok … I’ll drop the light and try. It’ll get dar- … who am I kidding, you probably handle the dark with ease” he chuckled as the owl hooted at him in a way that felt sarcastic. With a simple wave of his hands the light went out and he rested his palms against the door “Alohomora” he said trying to repeat it exactly how Hermione did …
Clicking from the first lock releasing made Harry want to jump for joy, but before he repeated the spell to unlock the other locks a frightening realization hit him. What will he do next?
If he tries to just grab his trunk and run with no plan then he will be caught either by Death Eaters or Dumbledore. Then he’ll be either killed or locked back in with stronger locks … with spells too. And if the things he took were discovered what would happen? … he didn’t want to think of it …
But what would happen if his uncle found even just one of the locks unlocked? A sicken feeling settled in Harry’s stomach as he thought about that. It was obvious … even if Vernon thought it was a mistake on his part it would be used as an excuse to beat the young wizard. So what now? He was so close to a massive amount of knowledge, but no means to safely get to it …
Wait … That’s it! The books! If there was a spell to unlock then there should be one to lock! All he had to do was get out of here, get the cupboard open, take the bottomless bag, find the spell that locks and lock himself back in before anyone notices. He had to move fast.
After muttering the unlocking spell a few more times the door swung open. Harry bolted down the stairs as fast and as quietly as he could. All he could hear was his blood pounding in his ears as he frantically unlocked the cupboard. The door to his former bedroom opened and he grabbed his trunk. With shaking hands he pulled out the bottomless bag, clicked the padlock in place effectively locking the trunk back in the cupboard and raced back upstairs.
Quietly he shut the door to his cell and preformed the light spell again. Once everything was illuminated he frantically put the bottomless bag on the bed. It was taking all he had not to start panicking. His hands trembled as he shuffled through the numerous books he had.
“why did I bring so many bloody books?” he hissed in frustration as the time ticked away. Though he didn’t know exactly what time it was he knew it was close to midnight. He wished he stopped long enough to look at the grandfather clock across from the cupboard and check the time. Vernon gets a snack around 2 or 3 o’clock … he had to hurry.
Fourteen books and far too much time later Harry found a spell book that might help. With one hand holding the ball of light and the other flipping through the pages he made his way through the spells. Each spell was fascinating! Harry couldn’t wait to actually read the book, but right now he had to focus …
And there it was … a locking spell right under the unlocking spell! He took a couple minutes to sound out the spell carefully before removing his wand from the bag and going back to the door.
“Colloportus” he whispered. A soft click was proof of his success, but his joy was short lived. Thumping from the room down the hall signaled that his uncle was getting his snack. In a moment of panic Harry canceled the light spell plunging himself into darkness. Forcing himself to calm down and steady his hand so he could cast the spell a few more times. Literally seconds before his uncle passed the cell door Harry managed to spell each lock locked.
Complete silence hovered in the prison cell as Vernon got his food and lumbered back up the stairs. The tense rigidity of Harry’s muscles didn’t ease up for a second. Not until he heard the sound of the bedroom door shutting did he finally slump onto the floor in exhaustion.
A flutter from his loving owl brought him back to his senses. With one more light spell he found each book and put them back in the bottomless bag with his wand. He placed the bag in the mattress and after making sure it was hidden he let Hedwig perch on his arm.
“I’m sorry girl, but you need to stay out of sight. When I have time tomorrow night I’ll go get your owl treats … and my homework” he groaned softly, but couldn’t stop the smile as Hedwig hooted softly and fluttered into the attic. Standing on the rickety cot made it easy to shift the attic panel and with a quiet good night to his feathered friend nestled in her cage he closed the panel.
Exhaustion finally over came him. He laid down on the cot and fell into a deep sleep feeling more secure than he ever felt before …
Morning came too soon however …
Before he knew it he was dragged out of his cell by a sneering Petunia “get moving freak, you have to make breakfast and start your chores” she shoved him towards the kitchen and gave him a long list of chores “bacon, eggs, waffles and French toast” she ordered snappishly.
“yes Aunt Petunia” said Harry quickly as he started cooking. He inwardly smiled as he caught a glimpse of the cupboard. For once he had some sense of control. It can only get better once he starts learning and whipping out potions. The following days will be tricky though … he just prayed no broken bones will be added to it until after he gets a pain killer potion brewed.
Breakfast was soon served and of course that didn’t mean he got any. Instead of eating he was told to leave and start his chores. Shopping was the first item. So he grabbed the grey jacket he was allowed to wear out shopping because it covered the fact that he was in rags and left.
In no time at all he had everything on his shopping list and started looking for anything else that might not be on the list. He doesn’t want ‘the freak forgot something’ as an excuse for them to beat him. They’ll blame him whether it was on the list or not.
“who here wants to spin? What about you kid, care to try your luck?”
Harry stopped and looked at the man sitting next to a wheel that had ten colors. It must’ve been some advertisement for the new store opening “yeah sure” he smiled as he adjusted his grip on his bags.
“alright! Just guess the color you think it will land on and spin. If you’re right you can choose any of these fabulous items if front of you!” the man smiled as he pointed out the wide selection of things the new store probably sold.
“blue” Harry spun the wheel and couldn’t believe his luck when it landed on blue. The man seemed quite please and let him peruse the items. Harry’s eyes immediately went to the gray ipod. He has seen Dudley use them and he always wanted one, but he wasn’t allowed to use the computer. The thought dawned on him that he could sneak out at night and download some songs from what Dudley already had. As long as he didn’t buy anything it should be fine so he decided to go with the gray ipod and earbuds option … he of course was given a pamphlet describing all the fun stuff the store sold too.
Now Harry had to get back. After slipping the ipod into his pocket and making sure it was out of sight he entered the Dursleys’ home. Once he put the groceries away he finished his other chores without making a sound as his aunt was chatting on the phone with a fellow gossip hound.
Weeds glared at him almost mockingly from the backyard. No one bothered to take care of the garden at all! It was completely over grown! He checked shopping off the list and rolled up his sleeves … not caring about the scars … for the next job … gardening.
It took a while and the sun was beating down on him mercilessly, but he knew he couldn’t go in until everything was done … Petunia doesn’t allow breaks.
“I know! It will be so fun!” Harry raised an eyebrow as he heard Petunia through the open above the patch of weeds he was now working on. She was still talking on the phone with someone. Fun? What will be fun? Of course it won’t involve him. In fact, he had a sick feeling that he will be locked up.
“of course not! The freak will be locked up so you won’t have to keep him out of trouble Arabella. Thank you for recommending that brilliant locksmith by the way! That was a wonderful idea … you’re right that freak shouldn’t take my Dudder’s spare room, he deserves nothing better than a cell” Harry winced at the harsh sound of his aunt’s shrill vioce. It wasn’t too shocking really. Ms. Figg hated him for some reason … it was possible that it was for the same reason as Petunia and Vernon, but he wasn’t sure.
“oh, and Vernon got a little gift for you too! He got you a ticket on the same cruise line we’ll be on too! Unfortunately the rooms are on the opposite sides of the ship, but it will be wonderful! Would you like to go? I know it’s very short not-… you can! Wonderful! We’re all packed so would you like any help? … I’ll be right over!” Harry heard Petunia hang up and flounce out of the house to Ms. Figg’s home one street over.
It was another snap decision, but Harry was sure it was better to have information in the long run. He slipped in through the backdoor and raced to the cupboard. After quickly unlocking it and grabbing his cloak he locked the cupboard up again.
Wrapping the cloak around him made him vanish so he could slip out of the house and races over to Ms. Figg’s house completely unseen. She used to babysit him so he knew where it was. While quietly tiptoeing over to an open window he started to hear the two women chatting.
“thank you Petunia, I think that’s everything. A three week cruise is exactly what we need!” Ms. Figg exclaimed happily. Harry gaped from under his cloak. Three weeks! They intended to lock him up for that long?! It’s a good bloody thing he knows how to get out!
“oh I know! You most of all Arabella! I can’t believe you were basically banished just for being born without magic and that freak Dumbledore is giving you orders like a slave!” Harry’s jaw dropped … Arabella Figg was a squib under Dumbledore’s orders!
“I know! The jerk has some nerve. You expect parents and grandparents to care, but they tossed me away like trash and my foolish grandfather, Dumbledore, just pops up one day telling me to keep an eye on the brat as if he owned me. Of course I had to, he made it clear that if I didn’t or was caught lying he’d curse me” Harry twitched as listened. It seems his suspicions weren’t unfounded.
“you poor thing … those freaks don’t care about people at all! Just their magic, I’m glad not one cent of the money we’re paid to keep the freak isn’t even spent on him!” Petunia huffed as she hugged Arabella trying to sooth her … an action Harry wasn’t aware she was capable of.
“thank you Petunia, it’s good to know there are people like you out there who care. I did manage to get a little pay back. All of my cats are normal cats, but the two locked up are magical cats called Kneazles. I put the magical ones on display and claim all the others are part kneazle and those stupid wizards buy them for top dollar!”
Harry flinched as the women laughed loudly at the trickery. The young wizard was beyond stunned at everything he heard, but he couldn’t hear any more because Petunia shut the window. It didn’t matter though, he heard plenty and he had to get back to those chores. Hidden under the cloak as he raced back to the house without being seen. He went upstairs and put the cloak and ipod in the bottomless bag. With the bag back in its hiding place he went back to his chores.
Gardening was done …
Bed sheets were changed …
Laundry put away …
The kitchen and bathroom were sparkling like Dumbledore’s creepy twinkling eyes …
And finally the gutters were nearly done. In fact he was on the ladder as Dudley came home from school. His cousin’s loving hello came in the form of kicking the ladder nearly knocking Harry off.
“get me some food freak!” demanded Dudley. Harry got down from the ladder quickly and started cooking.
Petunia sneered at Harry as she walked back in the house “good get dinner going freak” Harry did as instructed without saying anything, but he did think it was strangely early. She turned to Dudley who was already watching TV and smiled sweetly “hello my Duddykins, how was your last day of school before the summer?”
“boring. One teacher was talking about exercises and health crap again. She wants everyone to checkout her friend’s new gym” Dudley huffed without even looking at his mother. Petunia rolled her eyes in annoyance. This wasn’t the first time someone brought up that subject around her perfect son. What were they implying? Some teachers didn’t know how to keep heir noses out of things.
“she’s just advertising for a friend honey. Pay it no mind” Petunia smiled and kissed her son’s head. Vernon got home minutes later and Harry served dinner. He was made to watch them as they polished off the plates of food. Once the dishes were cleaned and put away Vernon dragged Harry up to the cell.
Harry sat there in the dark pondering what to do ignoring his stomach growling for food. All he needed to do was wait for them to leave really. Problem is he didn’t know when they were supposed to leave. It had to be soon if they were packed so there was no point in risking getting caught just to make potions. He should just wait …
Excitement was thrumming through Harry. Will they leave tomorrow? In the morning?
The sound of locks being unlocked pulled him from his thoughts. The sudden bright light blinded him and his eyes couldn’t adjust fast enough.
Knuckles from a big meaty fist bashed him in the head stunning him and sending his glasses flying … it was his Uncle Vernon. He knew he hit the floor when a foot crushed his left wrist making a sick cracking sound. It didn’t hurt now, but it will. Sadly it wasn’t over. The foot came back and slammed brutally into Harry’s stomach creating another ominous crack as a rib snapped. The young wizard just gasped for air and tried to come to his senses.
Something wet hit his face and the door slammed shut plunging him back into darkness. Off in the distance he heard grunting, the thumping of things going down the stairs and soon a car driving away …
Apparently the Dursleys were leaving tonight …
Frantic scratching from above alerted him to Hedwig’s attempts to get to his side, but he couldn’t move … hell, he could barely breathe let alone get up to the access panel. The attic panel dropped to the floor and Harry heard something flutter down to him. Soft feathers caressed his skin offering a great feeling of comfort.
“I’m ok … just give … me a … minute” he choked out through strangled breaths. Hedwig hooted softly and stayed close to him.
After a few minutes Harry managed to find his glasses and slowly stand up, while gently holding his broken wrist. He heard Hedwig’s talons clink against something metal and assumed she perched on the cot frame.
“damn … this is going to hurt” he groaned as he let his broken wrist go so he could grab his bag. With slow and careful movements in the dark he pulled the bag from the mattress and attempted to remove the wand. It was too painful on his busted rib to get it so he held the bag and supported his wrist …
Next challenge … magic without hands. Why not, if you can do magic without a wand why not without hands as well? Worth a shot …
Finding the door was easy. Then he focused and like before he muttered the unlocking spell …
A click rewarded his efforts. Soon each lock was undone and the door swung open. Tears of pure relief poured down his cheeks as he stepped out of the cell. A thump from behind him startled him and he turned to see Hedwig pecking at something …
One small loaf of bread … the Dursleys left him one loaf of bread and an extra bucket filled with water.
Three weeks with only that to survive on in the dark where he may never have known it was there … they wanted him dead and to die slowly and painfully.
A bitter laugh slipped past his lips before he continued down the stairs to the kitchen. It was a little difficult to get everything, but the fact that it was still sunny and he could spread the contents out on the table made it easier.
Slowly but surely he set up the cauldron and found the recipe for a Skele-gro potion. It took several books, but he found it and thanked Merlin that he not only had every ingredient but that the vials magically labeled themselves! … he didn’t even think of that while ransacking his professor’s supplies.
A twinge of guilt hit him as he got the potion going “maybe Snape was right … I an a delinquent” he chuckled as Hedwig hooted in an admonishing way “you’re right girl. I had my reasons … but I’ll find a way to replace his ingredients. It’s the least I can do” he got some food, organized all the books and ate in between potion steps taking care not to hurt himself further.
One hour later he had bottled sixteen Skele-gro potions and set them aside to cool. A set of pain relievers and blood replenishing potions were next. He felt very proud of himself! It was amazing to know he had a knack for potions and this accomplishment breathed some life back into the love of potions he thought he’d have before Snape attempted to crush it. Now he wanted to figure out who was screwing up his potions in class and stop them …
The potions were all cool now so he drank a small amount of each before storing them in the bag. He glanced at the blood replenishing potion as the pain disappeared and remembered Ron saying something …
“eew that looks red like blood”
That comment never made sense to him nor did the comment …
“all those Slytherins are just slimy green snakes”
All those comments made no sense because these ‘reds’ and ‘greens’ look gray to him. After the first day he realized what was wrong … he was colorblind … that was something that made potion class tricky until he started listening to the sounds the potion made … and sadly the plops made by the dick spiking his potions …
He shook his thoughts away, put the potion away and quickly cleaned the plates and cauldron before anything else …
Finally he could relax and hooked up his ipod to download music as he eagerly began reading. As the adrenaline slowly left his system he remembered something … he was underage … why didn’t anyone come to investigate his magic use?
Pushing away the irritation he felt for the oversight he went back to reading the charms book in his right hand. He could feel the bones mend slowly, but faster than naturally for sure. In fact once the sun went down he could use his left hand so he opened the cupboard and gave Hedwig her favorite treats … and he reluctantly pulled out his homework too.
“I’m glad I have you Hedwig … oh would you like me to get your cage?” he asked as he flicked on the light. The snowy owl shook its head and perched on Vernon’s favorite chair making herself right at home and munched on her treat “clever girl” he chuckled and settled back down to read.
Chapter 6 of this book was on tracking charms including how to apply, find and remove them. Paranoia decided to rear its ugly head making Harry wonder …
No … that would be a bit much … right?
Well … it wouldn’t hurt to check at least …
The instructions seemed simple enough. Just use wand and tap head while saying a simple spell to reveal a tracking charm. Any tracking charms will glow green. Well look gray in his case …
So Harry got his wand and did as instructed …
At first nothing happened, but just as Harry started to feel relieved he noticed a gray glow under the table … there was a charm on his ankle! First he felt shock … then shock gave way to anger.
“there’s a tracking charm on me?! Bloody hell!” Hedwig hooted angrily and flexed her talons at her owner’s declaration. Someone was tracking Harry? Oh hell no! She was ready to rip someone’s eyes out. He quickly grabbed the charms book again and continued reading. As tempting as it was to skip to the answer for removing the tracker he didn’t want to miss one detail. After all there’s no need to rush.
Darkness settled making the crickets quite talkative as the young wizard read with a stubborn determination. This charm was the first thing to be dealt with!
The book was thorough. It said that the charm can be placed on living or non living objects and can be easily removed, but the one who cast it will know if it was … damn, can’t have that.
Harry groaned and leaned back in the dining room chair trying to find a solution. Tired green eyes glanced at the book through cracked lenses. The slight fracture in the side of the lenses must’ve happened when Vernon punched him. It didn’t bother Harry … Merlin knows it has happened before. This crack just happen to be in the perfect place to hid the re in remove making it look like move …
Move … Harry’s eyes widened … is it possible to move a tracking charm instead of removing? It wouldn’t destroy the charm and in theory it wouldn’t alert the caster… there was nothing in the book, but maybe …
“Hedwig … I think we have a solution. I just need to test it” Harry grinned as Hedwig hooted happily. The ticking of the grandfather clock caught his attention. It was late. The experiments could wait until the morning. The thought of sleeping in the cell his cousin’s rooms or his aunt and uncle’s room made him sick so he slipped under the fresh clean sheets of the bed in the guest room.
Before sleep claimed him he went through a few things to do while he had this chance.
One, remove creepy tracker.
Two, find a non magical way to hide his face so he can get to Gringotts without being recognized … potions might work. Some people can feel a glamour or concealment charm … so it said in the charms book … potions might be what he’s looking for.
Three, go to Gringotts to withdraw money – visit Daigon Alley to buy replacement ingredients for Professor Snape.
Four, figure out what the hell to do once the Dursleys come back!
Ok fine …
Five, homework … he grudgingly added mentally to the long list and finally went to sleep …
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