"- AND STAY IN THERE!" Petunia yelled at Harry as he was thrown into his "room."

  He had just received the worst beating in his life to date. I had been out watching the child garden from the sky, and he accidentally used magic to make the weeds die. His aunt had been watching from the kitchen window, and saw him.

  Needless to say, he was near me.

  This child was intriguing. He put up with this nonsense when he could just kill them instantly. Why?

  I fadded into his "room", watching him curl in on himself in agony.
 
  "Child." I said, for, he needed help and was going to be the one to help him. Not of selfishness, but of loyalty. This fondness of the child would crush me if I did not.

Harry's POV

  The pain. It was blinding. It hurt all over and so much I couldn't do anything without almost screaming. Curling up into a fetal position, I wimpered softly.
  "Child." An unseen voice mummered.
I jumped, almost yelling in pain. The voice was cold yet welcoming and deep. Like it would take all the pain and force it upon those who inflicted it.

  "Yes?" I weakly answered.
 
  "Do you trust me?"

Well that was a weird question. Why would I trust a stranger?
Then again, the voice was calm and peaceful. Enough so for me to trust it.

  "Yes."
  The words fell out before I could contradict my decision.
Funnily enough, my voice was confident and strong, nowhere near the voice I had meer seconds ago.

  "Good."

Before I could say anything else, I felt an overwhelming pain in my head. It felt as if my brain was being torn apart by the molecule.

  It lasted for less than a minute, then all pain stoped completely.

How?

Wow. You're still here? I'm just gonna let you go.
You're welcome for the cliff hanger!😊