Power

- Power isn’t as it always seems -

“Hey you!” A whisper was heard by a black haired boy.

“I know what you want,” the whisper continued, “I not only know what you want, but what you can’t have... I can give you that.”

“What are you talking about?” The boy who was now giving his full attention to the mysterious whisper of which he could find no source.

“Whatever you’re talking about, I don’t want it.” Harry turned away from his current position in the park and started walking at a fast pace.

Once again, in his ear, the whisper asked, “I can get you away from this place, away from this hell, but you have to trust me, you have to let me trust you...”

Harry thought about the mysterious proposition. “Who are you? And how do you know what I want?”

“You have to trust me. Only I can save you, save you from this hell, save you from this slow death.” The whisper turned into an eerie voice, and it disappeared as fast as it appeared.

The wind blew, and it ruffled in the long black hair that belonged to the boy. He sat down on the ground and looked up at the sky. He tried to think of something else, but the strange voice kept coming back into his mind. He thought he was hallucinating, but what if he wasn’t? What if he really could get away from this hell he was constantly facing? Could he really trust the unknown voice for the chance to escape this on-going bad dream?

He got up as he realized the time, and he headed back home. It wasn’t his idea of home, but he was forced to stay there over the summer holidays.

After washing the dishes that resulted from the over cooked, practically inedible chicken that he had for dinner, Harry went upstairs to escape the hell the only way he knew how to do, to sleep. His dreams were his only escape from this reality.

- Power isn’t as it always seems -

He woke up from his dream to hear his yelling uncle. “GET HERE YOU DAMN BOY!”

“If only I could get away...” Harry said to himself. He got dressed in his oversized muggle clothes and opened his door. Once he got downstairs, he found a plate almost empty except for an apple and a slice of toast. Harry’s stomach grumbled and he ate what he was given.

While sitting down, Vernon ordered, “I want you to clean the house and weed the gardens in the back. Then, I want you to plant the new daffodils in the front yard where they are standing. If all of this is not finished by the time I get back, you better pack your things!” he shouted as he finished.

Harry heard the last part of the order, and said under his breath, “Gladly.”

“What did you say, boy?” his angry uncle barked.

“Me? I didn’t say anything.” he said sarcastically back to his uncle.

“How dare you talk back to me? Have you forgotten when we have done for you all these years?” His uncle’s face suddenly got 10 shades redder.

Harry decided not to fight anymore and simply took what was left of his toast and walked outside to sit on the back steps. He knew his uncle wouldn’t dare come after him, but he still looked behind him just in case. He lived this type of life constantly, and over the first two weeks of summer, he had worked more than his previous summers before. He hated this life he had to live, and he would do almost anything to escape.

As he sat on the stair, munching on his toast, an unexpected voice whispered once again, “I can get you out of this hell, all you have to do is trust me...”

“What do you mean? How can I trust someone I don‘t even know?” Harry questioned the voice.

“Trust? What do you find more satisfying; sitting here, wasting away the summer working and slaving for your relatives, or would you rather live the summer away, find powers you never knew you had, and meet people who can get you somewhere? If you really want to get out of here, trust is the only way how.” the voice whispered with a sly tone. Harry didn’t know what to do. He wanted to get out of this hell, and he knew he could with the help of this voice. But he didn’t know anything about the owner to this voice...

“You want me to trust you? I can do that. But first, I want to know what you want from me?” The words spilled out of his mouth, turning his tone of voice into a sly-fox like tone.

“I can give you what every man on this earth wants, what every man can’t have, and lastly, I can give you what you’ve never had... a family. All you have to do for me is cooperate. I don’t want money, slavery, or life, but what I want is trust, devotion, and loyalty. All you have to do is trust me, all I want you to do is say you’ll trust me...” The voice faded away and left the confused boy to think.

- Power isn’t as it always seems -

Harry tossed and turned in his bed all night. He barely had a pinch of sleep before the sun shone through the window into his eyes. He tried to remember what gave him such bad sleep and then it all came back to him like flooding water. He knew what he would face staying here, but he didn’t know what he would be facing with the voice. He only had to trust it, not give up his life, not slave away, not kill, but trust. But the voice wasn’t letting on as much as it meant.

Harry got dressed and packed his things into his trunk. He searched around for anything left, and then he locked the trunk back up. He did a simple shrinking cell as he had seen done numerous time at school. Once his truck was small enough to fit into his pocket, he sent Hedwig out the window. Then, he went down stairs to eat.

Harry worked the rest of the day until he met the voice once again. “Harry...”

As Harry recognized the voice, he whispered back in case of being overheard. “If trust is what you want, trust is what you have.”

“I see that you have come to you senses. Now that you have agreed, I will get you out of here. Walk over to the front of the house, and walk to the farthest rose bush. Underneath it, you will find a knife. It is a port key. I will be waiting on the other side...” As the voice slowly faded away, Harry started to have second thoughts. But he pushed them away, realizing that the other option would be to stay here.

As he got to the rosebush, he found just as the voice said, a knife was lying in plain view. It didn’t look like any normal knife he had seen. It had a black, lustrous blade, with a grayish metal handle. Carved throughout the handle was a design of a fire. But something moved. The engraved picture of a fire moved with the knife. As Harry picked up the knife, he gave his uncles house of Privet drive one last look, and then the all-too familiar feeling as he was sucked away...

- Power isn’t as it always seems -