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To Be Normal	By : Anomalylady Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 21330 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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To Be Normal
Chapter 2
-Flight-
Harry watched Hedwig fly off into the distance, waiting until he couldn’t see her anymore before he turned to study his room.
He’d written to Ron and Hermione, telling them the good news despite not knowing where he’d be going. Harry had also asked Ron to look after his owl for him until things were sorted out with Dumbledore; of course he also made sure to convey his hopes about staying at the Burrow or at the very least that they would see each other soon.
Now all he had to do was pack all of his things and wait the day away until Dumbledore came to fetch him sometime in the evening.
It sounded easier said than done however. Sure, he had very few possessions to begin with and as it had only been two weeks since he’d arrived at the Dursley’s, his belongings really hadn’t had a change to migrate far out of his trunk yet compared to the summers before.
No the hard part, Harry had no doubt, would be the waiting. Maybe if he took his time packing he could draw out the wait but honestly it wasn’t likely to happen. Leaving this place couldn’t come fast enough.
Harry started by gathering his clothes in a large jumble, he spent enough time cleaning up after his relatives that being messy was his way of distancing himself from feeling like a house elf… He pried the trunk lid with his foot and unceremoniously dumped the pile of wrinkled clothes on top of school things.
He did pause briefly and flushed had the thought of the soiled boxers now hidden under what he’d just put in… This in turn brought about flashes of last night’s dream and it took a lot of control to push those thoughts away. No matter how much Harry wished he could lose himself in them.
He doubted there would be a chance for him to clean the boxers now. He chewed at his lower lip. Was it worth the risk? He had no idea where he’d be going; would he be able to do his own laundry? Harry’s stomach churned in horror at the thought of Mrs.Weasley washing his things…
Maybe he could just bin them?
Harry shook himself out of his embarrassing thoughts; he’d worry about it later, for now he had to finish packing his things.
The walls were next, he didn’t have much there either but a few drawings and posters had snuck their way onto dull surfaces over the last few summers and had miraculously survived. It’s not like his relatives ever came into his room, no doubt worried they would inadvertently become infected by his freakishness merely by stepping over the threshold.
Lastly came the few things he’d hidden under the trick floor board. As much as he had been surprised (and happy) that he’d been allowed to keep his trunk in his room, he hadn’t been willing to chance his more precious items and the small food store he’d brought from school.
If Harry thought his room had been depressing before, it was even more so now. It truly hit him just how little he had, the fact that this really wasn’t his home. Standing there in the middle of the barren room with its peeling paint, scratched floors, the sad excuse for bed covered with thread bare blankets...
Living on the run with Sirius would have been more comfortable…
Harry snorted at the thought. It truly spoke of how much he hated his life with his relatives that he had jumped at the idea of living with a veritable stranger. He barely knew the man… And no matter his innocence, his godfather had spent 12 years in prison with only the Dementors for company.
Harry suppressed a shiver at the thought of the vile creatures and he sincerely hoped he would never have to see one of those… things… ever again.
Harry dejectedly made his way to his cot and flopped down to stare at the spackled ceiling. Would Sirius even want him if he found out the truth about Harry’s condition…?
Why did Petunia have to tell Dumbledore about his secret? That was the one thing the both of them had ever seen eye to eye on; no one could ever know about what he really was.
It didn’t matter that he had magic… He was already so different from everyone else in his own world; he didn’t need another thing on top of it. He could just see the headlines for the Prophet: Boy-Who-Lived really a girl! Or some such nonsense…The media would have field day.
And god his dorm mates! He doubted Neville or Dean would say much but Seamus and Ron had horrible tempers and always spoke before they thought. It was the main reason why he kept the fact that he preferred blokes to himself.
Harry lost track of time as his thoughts cycled endlessly on the possibilities his future held should the Headmaster reveal his secret. Each scenario getting progressively worse than the one before it. In fact, Harry had become so consumed by the dreadful things his mind supplied he never heard the knock on his door. He certainly didn’t hear the creaking of hinges as his cousin open the door.
“OI! Freak!” Dudley called out angrily causing Harry to bolt upright in his cot.
Harry’s heart pounded loudly in his ears as he stared at Dudley in confusion. “What do you want?” It was the best thing he could think of saying. Dudley never came into his room. Never. So watching the offensively large teen standing there despite the obvious fact the he didn’t want to be, was rather strange. And wrong.
“Mum says you have to leave my old clothes here.” Dudley pronounced with a smirk, his posture becoming more confident as he towered over Harry.
“Umm… what?” What the hell? What was he supposed to wear then? He couldn’t very well go traipsing about starkers could he… Aside from the fact that it was insane, it would reveal his condition. Harry’s pulse picked up once more in fear; it seemed his aunt was determined to make his final hours at number 4 as worse as she could possibly make them.
“You heard me Potter. Mum said you have your freak school clothes to wear so you don’t need my clothes as well.” Dudley attempted to fold his ample arms across his chest but it wasn’t an easy task to achieve thus robbing him of the intimidating image he tried to present.
Harry couldn’t help but roll eyes. Nutters, the lot of them. It wasn’t much of hardship to give back Dudley’s old cast offs anyway. His school clothes would fit him much better as well. Now that he wouldn’t have to worry about the Dursleys finding out he had his own money, buying new clothes would actually be a possibility.
“Fine.” Harry agreed with a sigh. Pretending to be put out about the fact all the while he starred off into nothing, thinking of all the things he’d need to purchase, the how and when…
“I haven’t all got all day Potter, hurry up!” Dudley ground out pulling Harry out of musing.
Harry grunted in response and glared at his cousin before going to his trunk. A smirk played across his lips when he caught Dudley flinch at the sight of his school things. As Harry began to pull out the clothes to fold, he frowned noticing the miniature whale was still standing in his room.
“I’ll bring them down when I’m done.” Harry knew his cousin was thick but did he have to just stand there.
“Mum said I had to stay and make sure you didn’t steal anything.” By the tone it was obvious that Dudley was just as against the idea as Harry but for once had actually folded to his mother’s wishes.
Harry didn’t bother arguing. This was his last few hours; he could suffer through Dudley watching him fold ratty hand-me-downs.
“God! Hurry up Freak my mates are waiting for me!” Harry thought Dudley whined like a wounded wildebeest.
It was hard to smother the snicker but Harry managed it. It had only taken five minutes to get the task done but to both teens that had felt like the longest five minutes of day. Harry turned and gave Dudley a pointed look.
“Well I’ve got to change…” Harry tried to sound uncaring but felt his stomach tightened nonetheless.
“Mum said-“ Dudley started but Harry interrupted.
“I don’t care what your mummy said Dudley! You’re not watching me change you pervert!” Ah! Harry thought in triumph. No way would Dudley stay after this, no matter what Petunia said.
Dudley’s face quickly turned red and his knuckles cracked loudly in anger. Harry’s happy thoughts at getting one up on his cousin were quickly squashed down and he couldn’t help but notice just how much Dudley resembled Vernon in that moment.
“Listen you little freak! I don’t want to be here but mum promised me a new computer for this, so if I have to strip you myself Potter I will and I’ll make sure it hurts!” Dudley had quickly closed the gap between them and fisted the front of Harry’s shirt in his meaty fist, shaking the smaller teen to make his point.
Harry drew a sharp breath in as Dudley’s fist connected to his chest and his eyes grew wide in fear. He hoped dearly that his cousin was too angry and too stupid to notice just what it was that his hands had inadvertently connected with.
Unfortunately, hope was not on Harry’s side today it seemed.
Dudley stilled, his pig-like face scrunching up as his brain seemed to struggle through what his hands were telling him lay underneath the too-large shirt.
“Bloody hell Potter! Are those tits?!” Dudley’s morbid curiosity got the better him, his fear of touching the freak in any way other than a sound trashing took a back seat. His fists uncurled and made to grope the chest in front of him.
Harry used his cousin’s surprise and pushed the much larger teen away from him with all his strength. It worked just in time too, much to Harry’s relief and horror as he realised Dudley had been in the process of trying to cop a feel. The only thing that stopped Harry from vomiting in disgust was his fear and anger.
“The fuck Dudley!?” Harry cursed as he folded his arms protectively across his chest. It was hard enough living with the fact that he had been growing breasts, and he thanked Merlin that so far they remained small and easy to hide but there was no way he was going to let Dudley, of all people, feel him up.
He’d gladly take a beating, hell, he’d let Malfoy touch him like that before Dudley… He couldn’t finish the thought as he felt bile rise in his throat, it was just too gross to even contemplate.
“You’re a bigger freak than I thought Potter!” Dudley was so fascinated he didn’t even register the fact that his cousin had actually managed to push him back. He loved boobs… Small, big, it didn’t matter. Mind, he had no idea blokes could get breast like that. Maybe it was a ma… he couldn’t even think that word… He grinned viciously.
Dudley had been glad when his mum had announced that the Freak was leaving and never coming back. He would get his second bedroom back and he wouldn’t have to worry about growing another tail… or worse. This was why he’d fought so hard not to have to come into the Freaks room just to make sure the little shit did as he was told. But now, well now, it seemed he could humiliate the Freak some more before it left.
“You a girl then, Potter?” Dudley goaded. “Well go on then, let’s see ‘em!”
“Fuck you Dudley! Get out!” Harry backed himself further away, his mind racing trying to find an escape route. No way was he waiting the rest of the afternoon here now. No, he’d wait in the park or something for Dumbledore.
“I’ll tell mum you stole my clothes and when dad gets home in an hour you’ll get the worse beating of your freaky little life!” Dudley squinted his beady piggy eyes and reached for Harry’s shirt, intent on getting a look. Harry had always been quick but Dudley had been working hard on his reflexes and managed to catch a small piece of the collar and tore down.
Harry stopped briefly in shock at the sound of fabric tearing. “NO!” He felt the draft and knew he was exposed. He eyes prickled with unshed tears but his anger rose like it never had before. “NO!” Harry screamed at his cousin again with all his might as he grabbed at the ripped edges of the cotton to cover himself.
The air in his room picked up and the smell of ozone became noticeable despite the windows being closed and the weather outside being perfectly still and sunny.
Dudley stood there gobsmacked. He’d gotten a peak; he had no doubt in his mind that his cousin was somehow sporting a pair of small perky tits but now he was frozen in fear. The murderous glare the small teen was pinning him with made it difficult for him to swallow. He remembered all too clearly the aunt Marge incident from last year… God he hoped he didn’t get another tail… No boobs were worth that.
Harry’s breathes came in ragged and fast. He circled widely around his attacker –because that’s what his cousin was now- and went to his trunk. He never took his eyes away from the other boy as he blindly reached for a new top, he didn’t care what kind. He ended up with one his Weasley jumpers and didn’t care that it was summer as he roughly pulled it over his head, keeping the tattered remains of the shirt underneath.
Finally he pulled his wand out; he should never have put it away in the first place. He pointed it firmly towards Dudley and backed out of the room with his trunk gripped in his other hand.
In an all too familiar scene; as soon as Harry had cleared the doorway he sped down the corridor, he ran down the stairs so quickly he nearly fell on his arse but he couldn’t get away fast enough. He ignored Petunia’s shouts as he reached the front door and bolted out the house, not once looking back.
Harry didn’t stop at the side walk; he kept running until he reached the small park he usually escaped to. Only then did he allow himself the chance to calm down somewhat. He was still shaking all over, in anger or fear he wasn’t sure but he didn’t think it mattered much. What had almost happened was worse than anything else he’d ever experienced before.
Tears flowed freely down his cheeks now but it was mostly from relief. He’d escaped, he hadn’t frozen, and he hadn’t even really lost control over his magic despite coming close. The Ministry wouldn’t be on him about anything at least.
He sat on his trunk and took deep steadying breaths, once he felt calm enough he wiped the tears off his face and glanced down at his watch. It was only noon… Harry couldn’t help but groan; he had hours yet to wait. Well, there was nothing for it; he’d have to wait it out. However there was no way he’d wait here in the open.
A quick glance about and Harry spotted some large bushes near the edge of the park and the sidewalk. He could hide himself and his trunk under his invisibility cloak while watching for signs of the Headmaster’s arrival.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
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