Harry Enchanted
By heeha

Chapter 1

Harry was five when he first noticed that something was a little off about himself. The school bully, Draco Malfoy, had demanded Harry give him his lunch. Harry, unable to stop himself, had watched in amazement as his hand obediently gave his lunch to Draco. Draco had left smirking in satisfaction at his new acquisition while Harry stared, puzzled, down at his hand, wondering what on earth had compelled it to obey Draco so easily.

When he had arrived home that day, he had immediately went to tell his parents what had happened. After hearing Harry's tale, his parents had looked at each other knowingly before looking at Harry with pity. Harry, perturbed by his parent's looks, had asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Harry's mother had been the first to break the news.

"You're cursed," Lily Potter had revealed. "Imperiused when you were a baby by the then Dark Lord Voldemort. We've tried everything to remove the curse from you, but nothing has worked."

"What does the curse make me do?" Harry had asked, although from his experience with Draco, he already had some idea about the nature of the curse.

"It makes you obey orders," his father, James Potter, had said. "You cannot disobey any direct orders you're given."

"So someone could tell me to kill myself, and I'd have to do it?" Harry had asked innocently.

Lily and James Potter had instantly paled. A foreboding silence had flooded the room then, so that all that could have been heard was the ticking of the clock.

"Yes," Lily had finally said, "you'd have to kill yourself if someone ordered you to. For reasons like that, never tell anybody about your curse, lest someone use the curse against you to harm you." Harry had felt the command take effect, and from then on, never told anybody about the curse that was upon him.

Years passed as Harry grew up into a fine, albeit rebellious young lad, however rebellious he could be under the curse. Whenever he was ordered to do something by his parents, such as his homework, Harry would try to take his sweet time to fulfill the order. Then his parents would order him to fulfill the command immediately, in which case, Harry was powerless to disobey.

For the most part, Harry lived his life in peace despite being under the effects of such a terrible curse. This was in large part due to the fact that nobody had found out about Harry's curse, thanks to the command his parents had given him when he was five. With the exception of a few odd slip-ups here and there, Harry was able to carry on living his life like a normal adult male. He attended university, studying to become an Auror, a member of the kingdom's police force.

Harry had always wanted to be a part of the law. Enforcing the rules so that justice was served was his dream job, as he valued what was righteous. Being under the Imperius Curse meant that he understood what it was like to be on the receiving end of injustice. He had experienced it as a child under the hand of Draco Malfoy. And he vowed to himself that, to the best of his ability, he would never let an act of injustice prosper as long as he was around.

This vow is how Harry found himself defending poor Neville Longbottom from Draco's bullying antics. Draco and his cronies had been hazing poor Neville by pouring water all over his head. Harry, upon seeing the act, went over and demanded Draco to stop.

"Why should I listen to you, Potter? You're nothing but scum beneath my feet," sneered Draco. "In fact, you could use a shower too." Draco raised the water bottle in his hand, ready to pour the liquid all over Harry's head, when Harry stepped backwards, causing the contents to splash all over the floor. Droplets of water flicked onto Harry's clothes, but thankfully, most of his clothes and body remained dry.

"Now look at the mess you've made," chided Harry, surveying the expanse of wet floor between himself and Draco.

"I wouldn't have made a mess if you hadn't dodged the water," said Draco, crossing his arms. "Clean it up." The command instantly registered with his body, and Harry found himself heading to the janitor's closet. As if his body had a mind of its own, Harry's hand opened the door of the closet and grabbed a mop from the closet, his other hand grabbing a bucket. Then his legs walked him back to the puddle of water on the floor, and he began the task of mopping the water up. Draco stared wide-eyed as he watched Harry clean up the mess without any fuss.

After Harry had finished mopping the water up, he sent Draco a glare before going to put the mop and bucket back into the janitor's closet. When Harry returned, Draco was watching him, staring at him speculatively.

"Why did you do that?" Draco asked.

"Because I don't want people slipping on the floor due to your stupidity," Harry lied. Telling Draco the real reason, that he had to do it, was not an option.

Draco scowled. "You better watch it, Potter, or one day you might find yourself in the dumpster." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oooo, I'm sooo scared," said Harry sarcastically. "Maybe you should watch it and stop bullying the weak."

"The weak deserve to be bullied for being weak," sneered Draco. "They brought it upon themselves for being weaklings."

"No one deserves to be bullied, especially not by the likes of you," countered Harry. "The weak need to be protected from assholes like you, not bullied to tears."

"Protected by who? You?" Draco jeered. "Ever the knight in shining armour, aren't you?"

"I'll be whatever I have to be if it means stopping you from hurting other people," said Harry. His gaze diverted to Neville, who stood on the spot in a pitiful soaking mess.

"You alright, Neville?" Harry asked kindly. Neville nodded his head.

"Th-Thanks, Harry," said Neville quietly.

"You better get out of here and get yourself in order," said Harry. Neville nodded and trudged his way to the bathroom. Harry's attention then focused back to Draco, who stood in front of Harry with his cronies.

"If you bully him again, I'll tell one of the professors and have you expelled," said Harry sternly, hands on his hips. Draco scoffed.

"Like that would work. My father gives generous donations to this school. The last thing they would do is expel me."

"I should have known," said Harry. "You're only here because of your father's money." Draco glowered at him.

"For your information," said Draco icily, "I actually got the grades required to attend this school. The influence of my father's money is just a bonus." Then he smirked. "Not that you would know anything about that. Your family has the influence of a cow."

"Least my family's not a bunch of stuck-up pricks," countered Harry. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to. Unlike some people, I can't afford to miss class." Harry turned on his heel, about to walk to class, when suddenly, he heard shrieks from the female student body.

"OH MY GOD! HE'S HERE!"

"PRINCE RIDDLE IS HERE!" Harry rolled his eyes as a swarm of girls ran past him, watching as they suddenly crowded the hallway. Prince Riddle emerged into Harry's line of sight among the sea of girls, smiling charmingly. Harry watched as Prince Riddle exchanged pleasantries with the girls, slowly making his way through the crowd.

Then, suddenly, as if he had felt Harry watching him, Prince Riddle looked up from the girls and stared in Harry's direction.

Crimson met brilliant green for a moment that seemed to last forever.

Then the bell rang, causing Harry to break eye contact with Riddle. He looked at the time and cursed. He was almost late.

After giving Riddle one last glance, Harry left for class, leaving Prince Riddle to stare after him in his wake.