Fresh didn't expect to care about the Kid.
His Host was pretty rad.
He was pretty sure the Death curse should have killed the kid, and sent him scrambling for a new host.
Yet.. he lived?
Fresh gleefully ate the broken shard of soul that tried to invade his host.
And then Harry got placed in rats end nowhere with Garbage.
Fresh was having none of dat.
He couldn't do much, but he could make sure Harry didn't come out like the Garbage.
It was about then that he realized he could actually feel emotions, well more like borrowed them as was tangled in Harry's spine and magic and soul.
Then Harry smiled towards the ever voice in his head, reflecting in a piece of glass.
It was like a stars funking beam of light.
Dat Smile.
Fresh was sold.
Harry became his little Emerald.
OoOoO
Sparkly Fresh mused.
Papa, it contains a lot of magic Harry said thoughtfully.
Lets keep it! Fresh said gleefully.
Sure papa Harry said tossing it in his item pocket.
Well Emerald, time for bed Fresh reminded him of the time.
Fresh Poof
Five minutes later a certain possessed teacher arrived.
He had to abandon the body and flee when Dumbledore arrived, neither of them could figure out how to get the Stone from the mirror.
Harry played marbled with it.
OoOoO
Error searched.
The parasite was missing for years now.
Not even one Freshed AU in years.
He groaned.
The Destroyer just knew this would lead to a headache.
For everyone.