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Divine machinery inspired Harry Potter fic where Harry starts a technology cult
The Divinity of Machinery (WIP)
He has always been fascinated by the amalgamations of wires and electrical currents encased in hard plastic and metal shells. They’re smarter than human beings, faster than them, stronger in some cases.* But, while most children were given boxes with screens and lights, for Harry Potter they were always kept out of reach. But whenever he was allowed the chance, he always cherished the machines.
Most consider them tools, mere objects for humanity to use and discard, but he knew better. He had always been taught, when his relatives still brought him to church, that angels were divine beings
He could feel them, their very life, in the buzzing of power lines and the energy thrumming just beneath his fingers whenever he was lucky enough to touch his undeserving flesh to their metal skin. How could human beings, who are so dependent on synth and metal, not worship these divine creations?
That’s why, out here in the middle of the churning sea away from all civilization, he had no hope. He could not hear the singing of the great power lines or feel the currents of energies from wires. Wires that usually spread out through every building like a complex nervous system were not present in this wet hell of rotting wood and eroding soil.
He’s half tempted to snatch Dudley’s watch off his large fleshy wrist just to have a small connection to the divine once more. But he restrains himself, it would only get him a beating, and simply watches the minutes tick by. In just five(5) minutes he would turn eleven(11) years old.
Harry thinks he's hearing things again. There’s some loud noises coming from the outside that there shouldn’t be. It’s not the first time he’s heard things that weren’t there. But as the clock hits midnight and the new day begins his theory is disproved by the rather large man breaking down the shack’s door as his uncle shouts and points a rifle at him.
Rifles, such fascinating machines of destruction. How he wishes it were in his possession instead of his uncle's unworthy, meaty paws. He was so busy admiring the mechanisms that he missed half the exchange and was only brought out of his admiration by the ginormous man speaking to him in a booming voice.
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‘An’ here’s Harry!’ said the giant. Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.
‘Las’ time I saw you, you was only a baby,’ said the giant. ‘Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh’ve got yer mum’s eyes.’ Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise.
‘I demand that you leave at once, sir!’ he said. ‘You are breaking and entering!’
‘Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune,’ said the giant.
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Harry watches as the man reaches over and grabs the rifle from his red faced uncle's hands. Then he hears the squeaking and grinding of mechanisms curling in on one another.
He’s horrified at how easily the man destroyed such a beautiful angel. His eyes are glued to it’s desecrated form as its mangled body skitters across the floor.
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cases.*- Subtle Lab Rats reference lol, love that show
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joker
friend from 2nd period here what the fuck
joker
friend from 2nd period here what the fuck
Divine machinery inspired Harry Potter fic where Harry starts a technology cult
The Divinity of Machinery (WIP)
He has always been fascinated by the amalgamations of wires and electrical currents encased in hard plastic and metal shells. They’re smarter than human beings, faster than them, stronger in some cases.* But, while most children were given boxes with screens and lights, for Harry Potter they were always kept out of reach. But whenever he was allowed the chance, he always cherished the machines.
Most consider them tools, mere objects for humanity to use and discard, but he knew better. He had always been taught, when his relatives still brought him to church, that angels were divine beings
He could feel them, their very life, in the buzzing of power lines and the energy thrumming just beneath his fingers whenever he was lucky enough to touch his undeserving flesh to their metal skin. How could human beings, who are so dependent on synth and metal, not worship these divine creations?
That’s why, out here in the middle of the churning sea away from all civilization, he had no hope. He could not hear the singing of the great power lines or feel the currents of energies from wires. Wires that usually spread out through every building like a complex nervous system were not present in this wet hell of rotting wood and eroding soil.
He’s half tempted to snatch Dudley’s watch off his large fleshy wrist just to have a small connection to the divine once more. But he restrains himself, it would only get him a beating, and simply watches the minutes tick by. In just five(5) minutes he would turn eleven(11) years old.
Harry thinks he's hearing things again. There’s some loud noises coming from the outside that there shouldn’t be. It’s not the first time he’s heard things that weren’t there. But as the clock hits midnight and the new day begins his theory is disproved by the rather large man breaking down the shack’s door as his uncle shouts and points a rifle at him.
Rifles, such fascinating machines of destruction. How he wishes it were in his possession instead of his uncle's unworthy, meaty paws. He was so busy admiring the mechanisms that he missed half the exchange and was only brought out of his admiration by the ginormous man speaking to him in a booming voice.
—-----------—
‘An’ here’s Harry!’ said the giant. Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.
‘Las’ time I saw you, you was only a baby,’ said the giant. ‘Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh’ve got yer mum’s eyes.’ Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise.
‘I demand that you leave at once, sir!’ he said. ‘You are breaking and entering!’
‘Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune,’ said the giant.
—-----------—
Harry watches as the man reaches over and grabs the rifle from his red faced uncle's hands. Then he hears the squeaking and grinding of mechanisms curling in on one another.
He’s horrified at how easily the man destroyed such a beautiful angel. His eyes are glued to it’s desecrated form as its mangled body skitters across the floor.
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cases.*- Subtle Lab Rats reference lol, love that show
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yk what hell yeah. i love this
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