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The Dursleys won a vacation to Albania and were forced to bring Harry along with them. Not wanting to deal with him, they told him to figure out how to survive on his own and to make himself invisible.

While trying to find food, Harry wandered close to a large forest. A sharp pain exploded through his beloved scar. Every instinct he had was screaming at him to get the fuck out. He was going to die.

Unfortunately, the damage had already been done. From that day on, a strange black smoke followed him everywhere.

Harry couldn't let it know he could sense it because of how menacing the wraith was. This thing, person, hated him with every fiber of its being.

It attacked him with incredible force and tortured him in every way possible. Every chore he did ended in disaster. The Dursley's hatred of him increased in the blink of an eye.

No one believed him... Not that anyone had ever believed him before...

Maybe that thing was God, hating him with such passion because of how freakish he was.

Maybe it was the Devil himself, disgusted by someone even more evil than he was.

Maybe it was his parents, furious that he was the only one who had survived.

Harry could only be grateful that something was truly his, something entirely focused on him.

But over time, the smoke seemed to become less and less aggressive. It even began wrapping itself around Harry's bruises as though it wanted to heal them.

Like the sudden shift of a thunderstorm's winds, the wraith's curse slowly turned toward the Dursleys instead.

It started with ruined meals and broken belongings.It ended with them being left bruised, disfigured and terrified.

Unfortunately, when Harry first spoke to the snake at the zoo, he felt the smoke's shock.From that day on, it became distant, as though it were thinking.

Then, around his eleventh birthday, the wraith disappeared completely.

Harry couldn't stop himself from mourning it because, despite its sinister aura, it had always treated him better than the Dursleys ever had. Even without ever talking to it for all these years, it was his only friend.

He could only blame himself. Maybe the wraith had forgotten that Harry was a freak.He shouldn't have talked to that bloody snake.

That was until he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. There, he met his strange DADA professor and immediately felt that exact same aura.

It didn't matter that his scar felt like it was being stabbed whenever he stood near him. All Harry wanted was to feel the wraith surrounding him once more, wrapping itself around him and filling the emptiness it had left behind.

No matter what, he wouldn't let it escape again. Even if the wraith begged him, he would never let it go. It was his and his alone. He wouldn't let that pathetic Quirrell have it.

Maybe Harry wouldn't have been that possessive if the smoke never came to him. Maybe he would be shy and all flustered because of the Dursleys' abuse.

But he had grown up around something devilish, he couldn't, wouldn't, let himself feel worthless. It seemed that developing the Horcrux connection had strengthened the parasitic soul fragment.

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