Witch hunt

From passing one world to another, they said that somewhere deep in the heart of London lay a shop. made of red brick which almost looked scarlet and two windows which showed the inside of the so-called store.

Barely enough to not be considered a store at all. Wide spaces with little Inventory. Hanging sheets with stars and moon on them to make the Space more dense than actually was. A table low to the ground with colorful sitting pillows around it and a Crystal ball on top. Harry Potter sat at the till waiting for a customer. The shop was a little worn down. But Harry thought that just gave it more character.

How far the greats have fallen.

Well his mother and him didn’t have much to fall from.

Since he could remember his mother Agatha taught him every little thing about witchcraft, an art which he seemed to be incredibly proficient with.

There are Multiple types of witches, each more geared towards a different kind of witchcraft branch. however he was special among witches by being what is called a natural witch. meaning that while he could excel in everything he didn't excel anything in particular in any of them, which was a blessing and a curse.

But with his mother's help and his natural talent of Blending In. It was no wonder to exceed expectations and go beyond, time and time again, but it wasn't enough.

He had dreams of learning everything about magic out there. not for power perce but to learn. But his dream competed with his passion, leisure. He just wanted to have a Calm simple life. besides having Knowledge and power. He dreamt of a peaceful life.

So here he was, having his morning tea a day before his fifteen birthday. his mother long gone to search for any witch to suck dry of their magic. He would stay here doing something he enjoyed doing the most. scamming people for their money.

Even may want a peaceful life there are few things that Harry would always enjoy. learning , scamming Gullible idiots are out of their money, and fighting. What could he say, he was a harkness goddamnit.

But still, to have so much power and be stuck at a fortune teller’s shop it wasn't the most ideal. but hey he could always move to the countryside when he got enough money.

A tall but slim bloned woman entered the store wearing all white. and looked straight at Harry’s eyes, ignoring the decoration he had put so much effort into, to make it look just like an average fortune teller store. He had a wooden table filled with different tarot cards that, yes, were for sale thank you for asking, but that were not magical. a few cabinets and his main table, which he had bought for sale along the crystal ball sitting on top of it.

The blonde walked casually and sat down on the pillow in front of Harry. who had left his tea on the floor for now.

“May I ask why you are here?” Harry’s voice was dripping with the tone he used for clients, one which when heard may lead someone to ask themselves that same question.

The woman who didn’t look older than twenty did a mere laugh and passed a flier to him “I don’t want any kind of “magic” business, I just wanted to invite you to the party we're hosting a party” She explained not so kindly.

“Interesting” While Harry was acting quite this intrigued him. He was already sold on the idea, they were mistaking him for an adult so that meant some alcohol. “I will be sure to come.”

The woman smiled, a creepy one too and left the store.

Harry glanced at the invitation, it was a party hosted by “Emma Frost”, huh that sounded familiar, but too Irrelevant for him to remember.

One would think that with someone who could actually divinate the future, the business would be great and he would have obscene amounts of money. However, when he and his mother bought the store, he started the small gig. The whispers started, how he was a mutant, someone sent from the devil all with the intention to corrupt the youth. And all that jazz.

So normally the store barely saw any business. but those desperate to seek Harry often found themselves happy with the results. There were a few times that someone asked for the lottery numbers, to which he said he couldn’t answer but most of the time people came looking for closure.

To know if they were gonna have good health, to know if their business was gonna succeed and to those Harry was happy to help and sometimes, when they abuse his business he would just scam the poor sod.

So it didn’t surprise Harry at all to not have any customers today. Summer was, after all, a hard time for fortune tellers.

Harry began to close the store, shut the blinds, lock the door, put Is unsold inventory in the back room just like he always did at exactly seven pm. But as he was storing the table away he glanced at the pamphlet left by the blonde woman.

“It wouldn’t hurt to be with some humans for a while” Harry grabbed the pamphlet and began making his way towards the location, stopping in an alleyway to change.

With a simple wave of his hands, his clothes changed themselves to something more party-like, but still quite tacky, he had an image to project after all.

He arrived at the location and holy shit it was fancy. And he was coming here dressed as a commoner, that was quite funny actually, he hoped they would still allow him to enter, and somehow, when the guards saw him, they just let him in with the nicest smile they could Muster. Weird, very weird.

The party was amazing, in the sense that Harry could drink a lot but with a spell he knew the drunkness wore off, when he saw the blonde women approaching.

“Nice party” Harry said, and looking at her outfit, she looked very well dressed and formal. All in white like before and hugging her body in all the right places.

“Well I wanted to make an impression” she said, and then Harry noticed her american accent, and things started to make less sense.

“Who are you?” Harry said, and felt a light probe to his mind, to which he immediately raised his hand and the woman in front of him turned into a woman made of diamond?

“I’ll repeat myself, who. are. you ” Harry said, patience completely gone, now only a demanding tone in his voice. while hand dripped with a purple smoke that reeked of black magic.

“I’m someone looking out for you” she said, that confused Harry. She made a move to grab something and saw how much magic was being gathered in Harry’s hand so she stopped. “Easy there tiger, I promise it’s nothing” Harry a bit reluctantly took his magic in again, waiting to see what she was going to hand him.

“Here” She said, giving him a card, it said “ Emma Frost the ' White Queen ' ” and a phone number. “For whatever you need” Harry cautiously took the card and put it in his pocket.

“You can go back to being human or whatever, I’m leaving ” Harry said as Emma did turn back into her regular form.

With an unseen hand Harry summoned a whisky bottle to him and went on his merry way. Back home to the shop.

Taking three gulps down he realized what time it was.

“Happy fifteenth birthday Harry” He said to himself as he made his way to a random alleyway to teleport back to his place. When he heard footsteps just behind him. it sounded like two, no three people were just behind him, probably going to try to mug him or whatever.

With a twirl he turned around to find three rough looking men, all with switchblades in their hands.

“Give us your whiskey kid” The first one said and quickly continued “And your wallet too” said with a sneer.

Harry didn’t respond at all, just stayed completely quiet.

The first guy started to walk closer and closer. “Did you not hear me freak, give me your stuff”

Harry still didn’t respond, and just looked around bored, clearly annoying the first mugger who now stepped forward and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and lifted up, shoving him into the wall with blade Digging into the skin of his cheek. only a moment later with the man to fall down in front of him.

The two other muggers were terrified they could barely breathe. They had watched as one of their friends' heads exploded like a balloon.

There was no light, no movement from Harry, no nothing, it was just so terrifying.

That’s when they felt it, the Harkness effect, the way you could almost stare at Death’s eeys just by being in the presence of him

Just darkness and a loud explosion.

And to Harry it was just a little bit exciting and disgusting at the same time.

When one learns the dark arts, like Harry has for that branch in witchcraft, it is simply impossible to not find any use in it. Like say, blowing someone’s head off made his magic vibrate inside of him so much, fuck now he was starting to get a hard on.

Slowly a frown made its way onto Harry’s face. He was excited about having blood on himself but he didn’t like the texture of brain matter on his clothes. So with a wave of his hand, all the blood and brain matter disappeared from his clothes and before either of the two muggers that were left could do anything. they found themselves craving, craving to insert their own switchblades into their eyes.

It was simple yet, instinctual thing to do.

It felt right even though their own brains were trying to tell them not to. The one on the right couldn’t stop himself and he stabbed himself in the eye, so far so that not even the handle was sticking out. and obviously he laid on the ground bleeding.

The other one was fighting it, grabbing his right hand with his left to stop what was inevitable. But slowly very slowly he succumbed to his own desire and buried his switchblade on the opposite eye of the right.

Harry simply walked away with a hard on.

Harry was surprised when on his way home he saw two people standing in front of his shop, one red headed woman and one dark haired man with Round glasses.

He instantly felt magic coming off them but it wasn’t anything too big so he made his way to them. They We're both looking inside of the shop. Maybe planning on breaking in and stealing something. ( Fat chance there's nothing valuable in there enough to steal anyway) and called out to them. “Hey the fuck you doing in front of my shop”. He yelled at them Which gave them a start.

The two of them jumped abit and turned around. Harry could already guess where this was going to go. the man had a very, very similar face and hair to Harry and the woman had the same eyes as him. But he'd met Is plenty of people like that.

“Harry, oh god” The woman said in a stunned voice and slowly went to run to him but was quickly stopped by his scream.

“Stay the fuck there, and tell me why your here” He responded coldly, please don’t make this complicated, please don’t make this complicated.

“Harry, we are your parents” The red headed woman had tears in her eyes and let out a sob. and Harry felt a headache coming on. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh “Fuck ok, come inside.”