Harry’s Pov

He wasn’t sure how long he was unconscious, and to be real he couldn’t care. All he wanted was to forget everything. His memories were too painful, and he wished that he wouldn’t have to remember every painful memory there was.

A lot of painful memories. A heavy burden and he hated how much he had to suffer and how much no one was helping him. Was it too much to ask for someone to help him? Harry must be a burden or else people wouldn’t have treated him like this.

Maybe just maybe his family was right. Maybe he was a freak. He felt numb and there was no feeling left. He wished for a new start and maybe it was time to run away. It would be better than having to suffer through this all.

Harry wished for a family that would care for him. Wished that there was someone who would not treat him like he was dirt or something that was nothing worth it. Then again he was sure that no one would care for him. All these people cared about was his title the boy who lived.

The only ones who were his real friends were the twins. They were like older brothers, Neville and Luna. There were Bill and Charlie, but he wasn’t that close to them, but he could tell that they cared for him. They were always the ones who loved to give him hugs.

The same was said with the twins. They loved hugging him and showering him with love and care. A weird thing that he couldn’t understand. But he was grateful for them. His thoughts trailed off as soon as realizing that he wasn’t feeling any pain or soreness.

He felt the healthiest that he had ever felt. A weird feeling and he felt his clothes were fitting him and the silkiest and smoothest fabric he had ever felt. Another thing that was confusing him was that he was laying on clouds. This was the comfiest he had ever felt. Not even in the bed in Hogwarts can compare to this here. He never wanted to leave this comfy place.

Yet he couldn’t help but wonder how he got to something that comfy. His so-called family wouldn’t even dare to put him into something comfy like this. They had, after all, put him back to his cupboard under the stairs after he had not worked at all.

They decided to make him rot down there and he was unsure how to feel about the fact that he was right now not there. Nothing good would come to him and this was what he realized early on. Not even Hogwarts had been something good for him.

Yes, it was better than the Dursley’s but had many faults. Hogwarts felt more home than where he had to go back. He knew that this was wrong. Knew that something wasn’t right and so far he never could get away from the Dursley’s. Even when he escaped after he let that hag explode he ended up having to go back.

He was still pissed at the headmaster and wondered why the male was thinking that he had to listen to him. He never had done anything to help him and he never trusted the male. The old cot could have done something many times and protected him better than the muggles, yet he had to go back there.

He huffed out groggily opening his eyes open. The room was dark, and it was scaring him slightly. There was also the fact that he wasn’t with his so-called family. There was no way with how the bed felt like. Even the Dursley’s had not that much money.

It was strange to him to be somewhere else. Yet there was also a part of his who couldn’t be bothered. He might as well just stop caring about him being at a stranger’s home. Whoever kidnapped him can’t be any worse than the Dursley’s.

At least that was what he thought. Maybe this was why he closed his eyes to fall asleep once more. His body still felt tired and he wasn’t even remotely caring about his life.

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The next time he woke up was in the morning. What surprised him the most was that he could look without any glasses. It was something that he had not expected, and he could appreciate whoever had fixed his eyes. Though he had to wonder who had helped him out and he was curious to see that this place looked like a room out of a palace.

Gaze going around and he felt startled when an older version of Tom Marvolo Riddle walked inside. The, Tom who had been in the diary and he couldn’t help but shudder at the thought about what Tom would do. He could feel the slight pain in his scar but at least it was not too painful to his relief.

“Tom why am I here? How did you get me? Are you here to torture me or something? To kill-“ He coughed a few times after the killing part. His throat felt dry and he realized now that it wasn’t the best idea to talk.

“First of all, call me not Tom but Marvolo, and no I am not here to harm you, trouble child.” It was said with the driest tone he had ever heard, and he knew that the male was not lying. The tone was not implying anything nor his eyes.

Although they shone with amusement and he couldn’t help but flush at this. Yet he had to wonder how he ended up here. The male had not yet answered this.

“About how you got here was through my followers. I saw what had happened and couldn’t let this happen, not after I went through something like this too.” Tone sincere and he could see that the male meant it.

Soon he saw him sit on the chair and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to escape. Weirdly enough he wasn’t wanting to. Not when there would be the order after his ass and Dumbledore trying to get him back.

“What is it that you want? Like you clearly had kidnapped me for a reason but yet not to kill me. So what is it that you plan on doing with me?”

“I found out something that troubled me, and Dumbledore had surely hidden from you as well.”

He flinched at the last part of the comment as he knew that the old cot would hide things from him. He knew that there was something mature hidden from him. Not just that he was an heir. Both Potter and possibly Black. It wasn’t surprising but he wasn’t sure yet and he had never gotten to Gringotts. This alone was making him unsure what to feel about this entire thing. As the Dark Lord was sane.

“You need to make an unbreakable vow because this can’t be told to anyone and I rather not want this information to the wrong people.”

“Reasonable. But you need to tell me what exactly I have to say. I have not gotten any customs explained and before you ask Dumblejerk’s fault and my two backstabbing bitches of my so-called best friends.”

Talking to Voldemort was strange yet he wasn’t really caring anymore. Dumbledore had done so many things wrongly and had never helped him really. Even when he was possibly the magical guardian. But there was nothing that he could do even when he was sure that he was emancipated.  

“Not surprising knowing Dumbles. I had the feeling that this was what made you constantly be in the way. Although it wasn’t exactly my fault with me having lost my sanity and the things that I actually wanted to do.” The tone was wryly, and he couldn’t help but stare and notice how the male was saner and being truthful to him. Not that he could be sure, but he felt like Tom was really telling the truth and it made sense.

“I guess…” He couldn’t really grasp that this was happening right now. But he also knew that he wasn’t dreaming. Though he had to wonder why he was not feeling any pain. His brows furrowed and he had to wonder how long he had been asleep.

The vow was made soon and what he heard shattered his world. It was not something he expected, nor could he grasp that Voldemort had made a mediwitch heal him. Nor had he expected that he ended up getting even his eyes fixed. All in all, he wasn’t sure how to handle this. Another thing was that Voldemort likes to call him brat. It was strange and even after he said he wasn’t he brushed him off saying that everyone is for him a brat with how old he was.

It was true and he couldn’t help but think that it was oddly amusing to bicker about this. Then he was left alone afterward.