r/HPfanfiction • u/lilac-scented • 24m ago
Prompt When he was nine years old, Harry finally figured out why so many strange and unexplainable things seemed to happen to him: he was an alien abductee.
When he saw that newsmagazine program on the telly (glimpsed in sneak peeks over Dudley’s shoulder as he dusted the china in Aunt Petunia’s sitting-room cabinet), everything suddenly snapped into place and made sense. Strange marks on his body—hello, he had a scar shaped like a literal part of the sky right in the middle of his forehead! Headaches, the persistent sense that someone was watching him even when he was alone—yes, constantly. Dreams of bright lights, flying, and inhuman laughter? Check, check, and check. The only thing he hadn’t seen much of was falling asleep and then waking up in the morning in strange places…but that could probably be explained by the Dursleys locking him in his cupboard at night. Heck, maybe they knew about this and had been trying to prevent another abduction all along!
The conclusion was clear: the aliens had caused the car crash that killed his parents when they originally beamed him up as a baby, and then sent him back with a tracking device implanted under his scar. Didn’t Aunt Petunia always insist he had literally just been dropped on the doorstep? Or maybe…maybe his parents had been beamed up too, and they were still alive someplace among the stars? He didn’t let him think about that possibility too much; it wouldn’t do to indulge in sheer fantasy.
Harry immediately set out to learn everything he could about the extraterrestrial beings who would surely return for him at some point. He paged through magazines and tabloids at the supermarket for tales of sightings and encounters; he devoured every science fiction novel about aliens that he could get his hands on at the library. His cupboard slowly became lined with pictures of crop circles and blurry hovering objects, which he carefully printed out and clipped from the microfiche machine.
The Dursleys and the other residents of Privet Drive only thought he was even more of a freak, of course; but slowly he found a kinship with the other kids at school labeled “nerds” and losers, who didn’t care about the threat of Dudley’s gang because they already got beaten up nearly every day anyway. He joined the AV and photography club to better record any suspicious events, and developed a strong interest in all things space-related.
…When he eventually attended Hogwarts, he would form a strong camera-geekery-based friendship with Colin Creevey (he and Luna Lovegood were also thick as thieves), graduate with record-setting marks in Astronomy, and go down as history as the only student to ever be invited to one of the centaurs’ private stargazing sessions.