A short while later Harry entered the room that he would be staying in for the majority of the summer, he looked around, it wasn't horrible by any stretch of the imagination. It was clean, had a bed and other furniture, it also had a window and that was pretty much all Harry really needed from a room. Though he would be lying if he said he didn't wish for a better colour scheme, all of the greys were making the room look really dull.
"Hedwig!" Harry cried out happily upon noticing that Hedwig was sitting on a perch that was positioned by the window. He rushed over to her and quickly began stroking her. "Clever girl, found me quickly, didn't you?" Hedwig hooted in the affirmative before leaning into his touch. "Hmm, this place isn't exactly as good as Hogwarts, but it's better than the Dursley's. No cage for you here!" Harry happily said, hating having to put Hedwig in a cage almost as much as Hedwig hated being in a cage. Hedwig let out several loud noises that Harry took to mean that she was also incredibly happy with the situation, she playfully nibbled on his fingers as he continued bombarding her with what he felt was some well-deserved praise and affection.
It was two hours later when Harry decided to go to sleep, it took him half an hour to finally fall asleep, the events of the day had finally caught up with him. As he slept, the symbiote inside of him started thinking about its current situation.
Since bonding with this new host it had learnt about magic, or at least everything this particular human knew about magic. So far, the symbiote was quite pleased with the host, this was the best match it had ever had. The human had plenty of emotions that it could feed off, and the memories that the symbiote could access let it see how much potential the host had. The host, Harry, had already fought and survived things that most humans his age would not, he had survived things that even adult wizards wouldn't. The symbiote could detect intelligence and power within the boy and planned to make full use of it.
However, Harry wasn't without his downsides, one example would be his body. Years of running from his cousin and quidditch had made sure that Harry wasn't as bad as he could have been, the Dursley's had starved and overworked him for years, making it so that he wasn't as physically strong or fit as he could have been, thankfully that wouldn't be a problem for much longer as the symbiote could easily deal with that. Harry's personality could do with some work as well, given how messed up it had been thanks to the Dursley's and the chaotic mess that was Hogwarts and its population of students and teachers. The symbiote could detect the intelligence that the boy did his best to hide, partly due to a desire to fit in, partly because he didn't want to upset his friends and also because of the damned Dursley's.
'Hmm, the Dursleys's have been causing a lot of problems for my host,' The symbiote thought to himself. 'maybe I can convince him to kill them, I'd be doing him and the world a favour by stopping them from being able to reproduce and spread.'
...
The next day Harry woke up with a deep yawn escaping his mouth, it took him several minutes before he was able to force himself to leave the comforting warmth of his bed, but eventually, he had been able to. After completing his daily ablutions he had headed downstairs to the bar where he found Tom waiting behind the bar, with a couple of people sitting at the tables nearby.
"Morning Tom." Harry politely greeted as he sat down at the bar and picked up a menu.
"Morning to yourself, Mr Potter." Tom nodded to him while cleaning the bar. "Good sleep?" He asked.
"It was good," Harry confirmed. "how about you? Did you sleep okay?"
"Not as long as I'd like," Tom said with a small chuckle. "but well enough. Now, I suppose that you're hungry, what can I get you?"
"Hmm, well, Minister Fudge told me that you make a 'delightful' English breakfast, so I suppose I'll try that," Harry answered. "by the way, I'm sorry, but can you make it quick? I'm just really hungry today." Harry wasn't entirely sure why, but at this current point in time, he felt like he could beat Ron or maybe even Dudley in an eating contest.
"Ah, I suppose that's just natural for your age," Tom shrugged. "give me a few, Mr Potter, I'll be right back with your breakfast. And I'll see what drinks we have available at the moment."
"Drinks?" Harry blinked.
"Ones suitable for underage children, yes," Tom grinned before walking off. "I'll be back soon." He called before heading out. Meanwhile, Harry impatiently waited for Tom to come back, impatiently tapping his finger on the bar the whole time. Harry wasn't sure how long it was before Tom returned, but it felt like an eternity. As soon as Tom returned and placed Harry's breakfast down, the boy-who-lived wasted no time before digging into the delicious-looking food in front of him like it was his last meal on Earth. "Wow, you really are hungry." Tom couldn't help but stare at the boy in front of him who was doing his best impersonation of a black hole, the boy did remember his manners and tried to eat his food as politely as possible, but he was still shoving it down his mouth at a surprising rate.
"That was good," Harry commented once he had finished.
"Well, I'm glad you liked it," Tom smiled at him. "I'll be sure to let the chef know and…"
"Um… is there any chance I can have it again?" Harry asked hopefully.
"You… you want another full English breakfast?" Tom blinked.
"Um… yes, yes please." Harry nodded.
"Oh… okay," Tom said after a few seconds pause. "I'll be right back."
...
After eating the second load of breakfast Harry retreated upstairs to his room, though he was really disconcerted by the fact that his stomach had started growling on the way up the stairs. Hadn't he had enough? He never ate this much, before it would be a big struggle for him to just eat one English breakfast, once Harry entered his room the wave of hunger intensified and he started struggling with resisting the idea to go back down and demand more food. He was pretty sure that by the end of the day the whole of Diagon Alley would be telling each other that Harry Potter was a massive eating machine.
Harry slowly walked forwards and spotted Hedwig sitting on her perch and eyeing him with concern.
"I'm fine, Hedwig, my stomach is just messed up." Harry stopped in front of her, suddenly aware of how much he was sweating. He could feel his hair pressed against his forehead, his eyes tried to close against his will and he found it much harder to stay upright. Hedwig gave him a disbelieving hoot. "Yeah, fair enough, I'm starting to think this is probably worse than I originally…" Harry trailed off, his eyes narrowing at Hedwig, his breathing growing shallower.
"Hoot?" Hedwig looked at him questioningly.
"I… I…" Harry trailed off upon hearing the sound of wings flapping, a second later a pigeon had landed on the open windowsill. Harry's vision glazed over and his mind temporarily blanked, the next thing he felt was something scratching down the inside of his neck. "… what the…" Harry blinked his eyes repeatedly until his vision was clear enough for him to see what had happened. In his hands was the pigeon that had been on the window, except it was horrifyingly missing its head, blood squirted down from the stump where its head had originally been and slide down until it landed on his hand. He and Hedwig stared with horror at the decapitated bird, neither of them moving. "What the…" Harry paused as he realised just what had slid down his throat a few moments ago.
Dropping the bird's body like it was bad news, he rushed to the bathroom, slamming open the door and sliding down to his knees in front of the toilet. He opened the seat and was barely able to get his mouth over it in time, he gasped just before the contents of his breakfast shot out of his stomach and into the toilet, after what felt like an eternity, Harry pulled his head back, but quickly stopped when he felt the need to vomit again. He once more positioned his mouth over the toilet, but once he did so he saw the pigeon's head floating in the mix of toilet water and vomit, seeing it staring back at him was the catalyst needed to speed up Harry's stomach evacuation.
"W… what is happening to me?" Harry gasped out once he was done, moving away from the toilet and sitting against the nearest wall, blood and vomit on his mouth plus blood on his hands caused him to close his eyes in an attempt to ignore what was happening long enough for him to think. "I can't believe I just did that, oh crap, Hedwig saw that." Harry groaned, realising that his relationship with his owl had more than likely just gotten a lot more awkward.