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Harry was reeling through the memories of the previous year, in the mindset that it was all some cruel hallucination as he tended to the hydrangeas in Aunt Petuniaʼs garden.
Magic, hah! If everything did happen then why hasnʼt someone came for him yet? To rescue him from the Dursleysʼ cruelty? Surely his first friends, or even the teachers... Or even Dumbledore himself should have now realised that him being with these magic-hating muggles was a mistake, that he should atleast have a chance to have a decent remainder of his childhood, no?
«They donʼt care for you, sweety~ You must realise this and act swiftly in order to survive~»
“W-what? who said that?!” Harry jumped in shock.
«I am simply another part of you~»
“Mind specifying, or ʼr ya just gonna leave me in the dark?”
«I am what most would call a magical core dear~ Also there is no need to reply verbally as I can hear our thoughts, and youʼll just make people think weʼre insane.»
«Okay but why do you speak with such a flirty tone then?» Harry thought back
«Iʼm sure weʼll get an answer to that question soon enough~»
«Wait, so youʼre saying that you know only as much as I do basically?»
«Yeah, preeetty much.»
«Oh, okay...»
Hours flew by, and Harry was still not allowed inside, having to tend to the garden... Till evenually in the evening glow...
“Alright, get in the house boy! I donʼt need my Duddykins feeling hungry because youʼre not cooking for him!” Petunia hollered from the lounge
The minute he walked through the door, he was put to work. Dudley wanted a burger with chips for dinner and Petunia herself was rather useless on the stove. So instead of opening a cookbook or finding a tutorial online, she decided that child labour was the answer to all her problems, and as such Harry became rather proficient in cooking, baking, sowing, and other household tasks.
As he flipped the patties he thought to himself, or rather his magical core.
«Yʼknow maybe I could run away tonight... whilst the Dursleys are asleep I could just alohomora the lock on the cupboard get my stuff and fly to Diagon. Then I could go to Gringotts get some money and then stay at the Leaky Cauldron or something?»
«Ooh yes, freedom will be the perfect birthday gift after all, though you should probably use the invisability cloak when flying, so you donʼt get caught.»
«W-wait birthday gift?!»
«Did you forget what day it is?»
«Oh fuck... I am losing it!»
«Hey... Maybe thatʼs why you can hear me?»
«Less making me question ourself, more escape preparation!» Harry shot back. He didnʼt like thinking bout his sanity much.
Dinner was served, and Harry was once again shoved in the cupboard to starve and rot, but hey at least he wasnʼt beaten tonight or anything.
«Okay we seriously need to get this plan underway, and soon»
«Of course~ Whatever you want~»
«Right we seriously need to get checked out.»
Night fell and as the Dursleys drifted off to sleep. Harry gathered up his things, tossed on his invisibility cloak and stepped out the door...