This was boring. A boring teacher teaching a bored out class. 'Gosh, school? Really? I was reincarnated, yet I still have to attend school? Ugh, I hate school. School is such a stuffed place for learning.' He heard Harry's thoughts agreeing with him. 'Guess he didn't want to go to school either. Pfft, who am I kidding, no kid like school.'

There were 23 wisps around them and 22 students and a teacher that goes along with it. He figured that the wisps were souls instead of magic. The color of the wisps were uniform, a shade of gray, except for one. The one had a grayish blue soul. He had seen colored souls, Harry's and Baldy's, that could mean that the owner of those souls were magical. The gray souls should be muggles. What about colored grayish souls? Inconclusive. He would need bigger sample size and bigger sample size he would, when they enter the magical world.

~ oOo ~

The school's on break and Harry was on the school's side with Dudley Dursley's gang. He forgot their name. They were unmemorable. They should kneel at him and the boy in front of them. They had bullied the life outta Harry. He couldn't help to shout, "LET ME SICK 'EM! LET ME 'AVE THEM!" He knew what it felt like having a nemesis at elementary first hand. He reached his strands out to them but, again, was suppressed by Harry.

~ oOo ~

Oh? Harry seemed to take the initiative to converse with him. Harry had entered the school's toilet and said, "I know you're there." There were no one else in the toilet, so it should be fine. Even if there was, he would shove them out to chat with Harry alone. He didn't care about any statute of secrecy, why should he? Once he told Harry that the Wizarding world of Britain had celebrated the death of Harry's parents instead of mourn them and that their… exalted preacher of "greater good" had place Harry with the Dursley, why should Harry either?

The right half of Harry's body become tendrils and wisps that coalesce into what looks like an entirely black—half—body with frightening wispy toxic glowing green eyes and serrated teeth. Yikes! He was scary. Bloody 'ell. He didn't want to scare off Harry. He had wanted to see what he would look like as an obscurus while Harry was in control of their body.

"I'm you," He growled. Was that his voice? Does he need a drink or something? Could he even drink?

"No! That's impossible! I'm normal!" Harry shouted in denial.

Normal? Those damn Dursley and their craving for normalcy. "I'm you," he repeated, "You were never normal, you are something… more. To accept me, means I accept you. You must accept yourselves to be grater than those… muggles." The faster Harry accept him, the faster they get to destroy the Dursley.

'That thing was not me! It was just my imagination! It doesn't exist! I hate it!' Harry cried in thought.

He engulfed the entire room into darkness, leaving a flickering light above Harry to drive the Obscurus's point across. He had already scared Harry, why not add more? "Exactly. I exist because you hate me. Because you hate… magic." he grinned.

"Magic isn't real. Magic isn't real…" the repeated words turned into a mumble when Harry squatted down and rubs his hair as a comfort.

The Obscurus puts his hand on Harry's chin and tilted Harry's head towards its eyes. Harry's pupils were glowing too. "Magic is as real as I am. Why do you think those despicable excuses of human beings hated magic? They're afraid of you. Of your power. Make them pay, and you will never serve under them again. No more burnt hands. No more cupboard. No more cleaning." he clenched his hand. "No more will they breathe."

"MAGIC IS NOT REAL!" In a burst of accidental magic, Harry managed to suppress the Obscurus back into his body.

That was… explosive. It was like Harry had slammed a door in his face. The Obscurus looked around the toilet, the room was riddled in spiderweb like cracks. He smiles. Harry would get even more powerful when he grew into adulthood. They'll put these muggles down together.

He whispered to Harry, "As real as what you had done." Then took the backseat in Harry's mind.

~ oOo ~

'Ha. That's what you get for bashing me back into your head,' he thought as the Dursley's car door was slammed while Harry was in the way.

~ oOo ~

Harry was chucked inside the cupboard and the Dursley didn't let Harry out for three days and more. Well, that was mostly his fault. He may or may not absorb the Dursley's souls while Harry was sleeping and left them incapacitated. They were still breathing all right, just that they couldn't be a functioning human being anymore. With that, they couldn't be a menace to society—at least to Harry and him.

Then again, he didn't think this through. Harry was hating everything and no longer had energy to move. If anyone had broken into the house, they would think that every person inside was debilitated and stole everything with glee. If Harry no longer able to wake up—to save energy, that would be the time when he took over and take care of their body until Harry was lively again. At least that was the plan before Harry addressed him.

"I-I'm sorr-ry," said Harry. His mouth was rusty from thirst. "Please-please he-lp me."

He extended from Harry's legs and floats above Harry. Harry's toxic green pupils looked into his. "Then do not resist." That was the least Harry could do when he will rampage in Privet Drive.

Harry nods to the creature.

Good. Black strands and mist rose from Harry and submerge Harry. "This is going to be fun." He smirked and rubbed his "hands" together.