Disclaimer : I own my oc's and my fanmade ultraman but I don't own Harry Potter or Ultraman.
Chapter 3: Vision in the Rearview
The next morning, Harry found himself in the backseat of Yvone's car, heading towards the mall. The sunlight filtered through the car windows, casting dappled patterns on the upholstery. Yvvone was driving, her focus on the road, while Harry slumped against the window, struggling to stay awake.
The previous day had been a whirlwind of emotions and discoveries, and the excitement of his new Ultraman obsession had kept him up late into the night. He hadn't realized how exhausted he was until now, and the gentle hum of the car combined with the warmth of the sun was making it hard to stay alert.
Yvonne glanced at him through the rearview mirror, noticing his struggle. "Harry, you look tired. You can rest if you need to. We're just going for some new clothes and a few other things."
Harry nodded absently, his eyes already half-closed. "Thanks, Yolanda. I'll try to stay awake."
As he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, Harry's mind drifted. The comforting monotony of the car's motion made him drowsy, and he slipped into a half-sleep state. It was in this dream-like haze that the vision began.
Harry saw the familiar image of the giant of light from his sketches. The Ultraman-like figure stood before him, larger than life, with a shimmering suit of armor and a determined expression. The figure seemed to radiate a powerful energy. The colors were vivid and intense, and the hero's eyes seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality.
He was standing on a vast, barren landscape, with the figure before him. The surroundings were surreal, as if Harry were both dreaming and awake at the same time. The giant of light looked down at him, and for a moment, Harry felt a strange sense of connection. It was as if the hero were reaching out to him, inviting him into a world of adventure and heroism.
Suddenly, the vision shifted. The landscape transformed into a bustling shopping mall, with bright lights and people moving around. The giant of light stood in the middle of the mall, towering over the crowd. Harry's perspective changed, and he found himself looking up at the figure from a distance, unable to comprehend how this could be happening.
Just then, Harry's eyes snapped open. He was back in the car, staring at the roof. The vision had vanished, leaving him disoriented and confused. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the lingering sense of awe and wonder.
Yvonne noticed his sudden wakefulness and glanced back with a concerned look. "Are you okay, Harry? You seemed like you were in a daze."
Harry nodded, trying to mask his confusion. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… a weird dream."
Yvonne smiled reassuringly. "Well, we're almost at the mall. I'm sure a bit of shopping will help wake you up."
As they arrived at the mall and parked the car, Harry tried to shake off the remnants of his vision. The mall was bustling with activity, and the vibrant atmosphere was a stark contrast to the strange dream he had just experienced.
Yvonne led him through the store's entrance, and Harry was soon immersed in the process of selecting new clothes. The experience was both overwhelming and invigorating. Yvvone picked out various outfits for him, focusing on styles and colors that she thought would suit him better. Harry tried on a few different outfits, and with each one, he felt a bit more refreshed and alert.
Next on the agenda was getting Harry some contact lenses. Yvvone took him to an optician, where Harry had to get fitted for lenses. It was a new experience for him, and he found himself fascinated by the process. The optician was friendly and explained everything clearly, making Harry feel at ease.
After getting fitted for his new contact lenses, Harry felt a renewed sense of clarity, both literally and figuratively. The world seemed sharper, more vibrant, and he was eager to explore more of the mall. As they walked through the bustling corridors, Harry's curiosity was piqued by a nearby music store.
"Yvonne, can I check out that music store?" Harry asked, his eyes lighting up with interest.
Yvonne gave him an encouraging smile. "Sure, Harry. We'll meet you here in about half an hour."
Harry thanked her and headed towards the music store, the bright neon signs and posters catching his attention. The store was a haven for music enthusiasts, with rows of shiny new gadgets and a wide array of music-related items. Harry's eyes were drawn to a section filled with vintage technology and retro devices.
His gaze settled on a display showcasing several **Walkman** models. Harry had read about these in books and seen them in movies but had never had the chance to experience one for himself. The compact cassette players seemed like a fascinating relic from a time before digital music took over.
He approached the display with a sense of wonder, carefully examining the different Walkman models. The sleek, metallic finishes and colorful designs were appealing, and Harry couldn't help but imagine the thrill of listening to music in such a classic way. He picked up a model with a blue casing and a transparent cover, admiring its retro charm.
A store employee noticed his interest and approached. "Looking for something special?"
Harry looked up, a bit shy but enthusiastic. "Yeah, I'm really interested in Walkmans. I've read a lot about them but never actually used one. Could you tell me more about this model?"
The employee smiled, clearly pleased to share his knowledge. "This one is a classic from the late 80s. It's known for its great sound quality and durability. You can listen to your favorite cassette tapes on it, and it has a built-in radio too. A lot of people love the nostalgia it brings."
Harry's eyes widened with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I'd love to try it out."
The employee handed him a pair of headphones and demonstrated how to use the Walkman. Harry slid a cassette into the player, and as he listened to the music through the headphones, he was enveloped by the rich, warm sound that seemed almost magical.
Lost in the music, Harry felt a sense of connection to the past and a new appreciation for the simple pleasures of life. The Walkman seemed to offer a moment of solace and escape, much like his vision of Ultraman.
After spending some time exploring the store and learning about various music gadgets, Harry reluctantly left the music store, the Walkman in hand after the money that was required to purchase the item. He felt a renewed sense of energy and enthusiasm as he rejoined Yvonne, who was waiting near the entrance.
"Find anything interesting?" Yvonne asked, noticing the Walkman in Harry's bag.
"Yeah, I did," Harry replied, his face beaming with excitement. "I got a Walkman. I've always wanted to try one, and it's even better than I imagined."
Yvonne smiled. "That's great, Harry. I'm glad you found something you like. Let's head home now and see what else today has in store for us."
As they left the mall, Harry couldn't help but think about the connection between his new Walkman and his vision of Ultraman. Both seemed to offer him a sense of wonder and adventure, and he looked forward to exploring both further.
As they wrapped up their shopping trip, Yolanda and Harry headed back to the car, their bags filled with new clothes and accessories. Harry's mood had improved significantly, and the bizarre vision seemed like a distant memory.
Back in the car, Harry glanced at the bags in the backseat, a sense of accomplishment and excitement washing over him. The new clothes ,contacts and walkman were a refreshing change, and he felt a renewed sense of confidence.
As they drove back to Privet Drive, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that his vision of the Ultraman was more than just a dream. It felt like a call to something greater, and he wondered what adventures might await him as he continued to embrace this new chapter of his life.
The drive back to Privet Drive was marked by a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional hum of the engine and the distant chatter from the car radio. Harry's mind was buzzing with excitement and curiosity. He glanced occasionally at the Walkman in the backseat, eagerly anticipating the moment he could listen to his first cassette tape.
When they finally arrived home, Harry and Yolanda unloaded their bags and brought their purchases inside.
As Harry entered his room, he carefully unpacked the new clothes and accessories. The bright, fresh garments contrasted sharply with the drab wardrobe he was used to. He tried on a few of the new outfits, admiring how they fit and made him feel more confident. The contact lenses were also a revelation, providing him with a clear view of the world that he had never experienced before.
But it was the Walkman that Harry was most eager to explore. He set it up on his desk, arranging a few cassette tapes he had picked up at the store. He chose one with a colorful label, labeled "Retro Hits," and slid it into the Walkman.
As he pressed the play button and placed the headphones over his ears, the familiar strains of a classic tune filled his senses. The sound was rich and warm, a comforting embrace of nostalgia that seemed to transport him to a different era. Harry closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him, and the earlier vision of Ultraman seemed to blend seamlessly with the melody.
Lost in the music, Harry's thoughts drifted back to his vision. The giant of light, standing in the middle of the mall, had been so vivid. He wondered if the vision was a sign or a message. Was there some connection between his fascination with Ultraman and the strange dream he had?
Hours passed as Harry enjoyed the music and mulled over his thoughts. Each song seemed to stir up more memories and feelings, fueling his excitement and curiosity. The Walkman, with its retro charm, became a symbol of his escape from the mundane and a bridge to a world of adventure.
As the afternoon wore on, Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. Yvonne's voice called out, "Harry, are you ready for dinner?"
The tension in the room was thick as Harry sat down at the dinner table with Petunia and Dudley. It was an awkward reunion with the latter . The clinking of cutlery was the only sound, and Harry kept his eyes fixed on his plate, not wanting to meet Petunia's gaze.
"Harry, dear, would you like more potatoes?" Petunia asked, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to make conversation.
"No, thanks," Harry replied curtly, still feeling the weight of the past between them.
Yvonne, Petunia's friend, sat beside her, observing the tension but not shying away from the situation. She had a calm yet firm presence, and after a long pause, she spoke up.
"Harry," Yvonne said gently, but with a seriousness that made him look up. "I know it's not easy, what's happened between you and Petunia. But she's been through a lot since... since Vernon passed. And I think she regrets a lot of things from the past."
Harry's jaw tightened, the memories of the Dursleys' treatment flooding back. Petunia kept her eyes down, but Yolanda wasn't finished.
"I'm not saying what happened was right. I wasn't there to see it, but I've heard enough to know that some wounds run deep. But right now, what Petunia needs more than anything is a chance to make amends. And... maybe you could use that too," Yolanda said, her gaze steady on Harry's.
Harry's fork clinked softly as he set it down. He exhaled, knowing that Yolanda was trying to build a bridge where there was still a canyon of resentment.
"Why now?" Harry asked, his voice quieter than before. "Why after all these years?"
Petunia finally looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and full of emotion. "I never... I never knew how to say I was sorry, Harry. I didn't know how to handle losing Vernon, either. He... he wasn't perfect, but... without him, I've realized how much I've messed things up."
Yvonne put a hand on Petunia's arm, as if urging her to continue. Petunia cleared her throat and looked directly at Harry.
"Harry, I don't expect you to forgive me overnight. But I'm trying, and I need to get better—for myself, for Dudley. Maybe we can start over."
Harry's chest tightened. He wasn't sure if he could ever fully forgive her. The years of neglect, the emotional scars—it wasn't something that could be fixed over one dinner.
But Yvonne's words echoed in his mind. Maybe a chance to make amends wasn't just for Petunia. Maybe it was for him, too.
"I'll think about it," Harry said finally, his voice quieter, but sincere.
Yvonne gave him a soft smile, as if to say that was all she could hope for tonight. Petunia looked relieved, though there was still so much unsaid.
The dinner continued in an uneasy but slightly softer atmosphere. It wasn't a reconciliation, but it was the first step toward something that might one day lead there.