[Harry Potter] Hit the Ground Running
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rampantrecsTitle: Hit the Ground Running
Author: Tozette
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: T
Story Links: FFnet | AO3
Author Links: FFnet | AO3
Summary:The Horcrux in Harry's head wakes up and begins talking to Harry long before he's ever heard the name Voldemort.
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"Er." Harry turned to follow the other boy's movements with his eyes. He didn't feel very comfortable with the teenager circling him like that, but he didn't feel like he was in trouble, either. The boy didn't make him feel like Dudley or Uncle Vernon. "I don't know how I got here," he said firmly, "but I'd be happy to leave you alone if you just tell me how to get back."
The boy gave him a speculative look. He had hard eyes, like looking into coloured glass. "Tell me," he said cautiously. "Where were you before you came here, Harry Potter?"
Harry wasn't sure how the other boy knew his name, but he supposed if this was a dream then that sort of thing was normal. "I was in my cupboard," he said.
"Your cupboard," repeated the boy.
Harry nodded. He shifted uncomfortably, unwilling to say more, but the other boy's glass-hard gaze wasn't going anywhere until he answered. "It's where I sleep," he explained.
A lot of the suspicion left the boy's face. He stopped pacing. "Lily and James Potter were killed," he mused reflectively, "and now their son sleeps in a cupboard. How did that happen?" His gaze sharpened, narrowed.
"They died in a car crash," said Harry in a small voice.
"A car crash." For some reason, the boy seemed to find this funny. Harry swallowed, feeling a bit sick. "You live with muggles?"
He lived with what? "I don't know. I'm sorry for interrupting you. I just want to get back. Can you tell me how?"
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Excerpt, context is for the weak bonus round!
There's speculation about how often I poop in the paper, said Harry blankly.
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Author: Tozette
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: T
Story Links: FFnet | AO3
Author Links: FFnet | AO3
Summary:The Horcrux in Harry's head wakes up and begins talking to Harry long before he's ever heard the name Voldemort.
===
"Er." Harry turned to follow the other boy's movements with his eyes. He didn't feel very comfortable with the teenager circling him like that, but he didn't feel like he was in trouble, either. The boy didn't make him feel like Dudley or Uncle Vernon. "I don't know how I got here," he said firmly, "but I'd be happy to leave you alone if you just tell me how to get back."
The boy gave him a speculative look. He had hard eyes, like looking into coloured glass. "Tell me," he said cautiously. "Where were you before you came here, Harry Potter?"
Harry wasn't sure how the other boy knew his name, but he supposed if this was a dream then that sort of thing was normal. "I was in my cupboard," he said.
"Your cupboard," repeated the boy.
Harry nodded. He shifted uncomfortably, unwilling to say more, but the other boy's glass-hard gaze wasn't going anywhere until he answered. "It's where I sleep," he explained.
A lot of the suspicion left the boy's face. He stopped pacing. "Lily and James Potter were killed," he mused reflectively, "and now their son sleeps in a cupboard. How did that happen?" His gaze sharpened, narrowed.
"They died in a car crash," said Harry in a small voice.
"A car crash." For some reason, the boy seemed to find this funny. Harry swallowed, feeling a bit sick. "You live with muggles?"
He lived with what? "I don't know. I'm sorry for interrupting you. I just want to get back. Can you tell me how?"
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Excerpt, context is for the weak bonus round!
There's speculation about how often I poop in the paper, said Harry blankly.
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