Chapter 3
It had been months since the ‘attack’ on Sister Prouse accured, or as Harry liked to call it, justice. She wasn’t the same after that night, she was jumpy and weary. The other Nuns had to completely remove her from the orphanage when she had attempted to attack him with a butter knife. Sister Prouse screamed on how he had attacked her during her sleep. Ironically it was Sister Abbot was the one to defend him, even though it was clear she was somewhat afraid of him. Harry smirked when she saw officers taking her out, it was the best birthday gift he ever received Harry turned eight that day. The only thing that wasn’t amazing was that he got a big purple bruise on his shoulder from where she pushed him in a wall.
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‘Another boring day of school.’ Harry thought to himself as he was walking down the corridor heading to his next class. Harry enjoyed this school more than his previous one, Harry knows its most likely because Dudley isn’t there. Though he does like being able to get good grades without being punished, he is one of the smartest kids in the whole school. Harry was proud of that, but one kid was better than him at almost everything. Her name was Mary Grover, she looked pretty average. Brown hair, greenish-blue eyes, and slightly tan skin. She was wealthy, and her parents are well respected doctors in the community. Parents. Harry sneered at the thought. Grover seemed to pity the orphans that attended the school, she was always seen talking to them, or giving away minor gifts. Harry knew that the only reason why he disliked her was because he was jealous, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. She has EVERYTHING Harry ever wanted or had wanted in the past.
His next class was science, he sat there reading a book waiting for the other kids to arrive. Harry scoffed, most of the kids usually had conversations with their friends before they went to class. It was only Harry, his teacher, and some student Harry didn’t know. Finally, three minutes later the class was full of kids they all smiled and laughed at, or with each other. Friends, they were all useless, they only distract you from your goals. Harry learned that when he was six and had just been put in the orphanage. He succeeded in making a few friends, but they quickly left him over his ‘morals’. They cared if you stole things, lied, and hurt others, no matter how mean they were. It was a small stupid sentiment that Harry couldn’t take the time to care about. He needed to be as well of as possible as he was nearing the age where it would be practically impossible to ever have a family. Not that he wanted one. He was quite happy with being alone, but he also knows that his options would be lowered dramatically if he wasn’t.
Of course, Mary Grover had to sit right next to him with that annoying smile, she was one of the few people who didn’t actively ignore him. Harry ignored her in return. They were partnered up to draw the solar system and label each planet, Grover was drawing the sun, while Harry was drawing the earth. Harry thought that this would have been fun if there weren’t partners. He hated teaming up with other kids, especially Grover since she chattered all the time. How she had slightly better grades then him, Harry didn’t know. All of a sudden, he felt Grover touch his shoulder, snapping him back to reality. She looked at him with wide eyes, she looked intrigued.
“How did you do that?” She asked a rather confused Harry.
“Do what?” Harry was befuddled, had he been doing something without realizing? She looked confused then laughed a little bit before explaining.
“You were making the paper super-hot, like unnaturally hot. I’m surprised the paper didn’t blow up in flames. It burned my finger.” She said while showing him her finger. It was a little burn but still present. Harry stilled immediately, if she told anyone…
“No worries I won’t tell, just tell me how! I want to learn.” Harry shrugged and hesitantly responded.
“Whatever happened to your finger I did not do, you must be sick if you feel that hot.” Harry said, going back to his part of the project, she frowned but did the same. They finished in a comfortable silence, unsurprisingly they got the best grade in the class.
When they arrived at the orphanage Harry immediately went to his room and attempted to burn a piece of paper on his desk. To Harry’s displeasure it didn’t work at all, after an hour he finally started to feel the paper get hot, Harry kept forcing his power on it and it lit on fire. It was a small fire and it extinguished after a few seconds, but a fire, nonetheless. Harry beamed a smile spreading wide across his face. That was the first time he managed to do something like that in the first day of trying! Harry was tired and hungry though; he always was after practicing his power for longer than thirty minutes. Calming himself down he walked down to the kitchen. Most of the kids where their eating quietly, or whispering, as they where not to make allot of noise. Getting one of the pathetic looking sandwiches, he bit into it. The stale bread, combined with the dry deli meat did not taste good at all, that’s when he saw it. One of the nuns had left their purse on the counter, looking around he noticed none of his ‘caretakers’ where their watching them. Quickly and quietly, he grabbed what seemed to be the wallet, and he shoved it in his trouser pocket before anyone notices.
Harry knew it was wrong to steal, it was drilled into his brain ever since he could remember. But he vaguely remembered overhearing his ‘caretakers’ were going to take them to the beach next year. They always took the kids out once a year so they could have fun. He wanted to buy something, he’s never done that before and the freedom of doing so would be so fun. When he finished his sandwich, he quickly walked upstairs excited to see how much money he earned. Snatching the wallet out of his pocket he opened it, it wasn’t a large amount only 5 pounds. ($6.65) But it was huge for Harry, he quickly grabbed the money and hid it under his mattress. He continued to read for rest of the day.
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Today was the day, and Harry was enthusiastic. He had turned nine a few weeks ago, and today they would be going to the beach. He hadn’t forgotten about the money, Harry even managed to collect two more pounds to add to his five pounds. He now has seven pounds to spend. ($9.31) he casually hid it in his shoe so no one would notice when he changed into his swim shorts on. The plan was to play for a bit, then slip away from the other kids and buy something in a passing store. When he got on the bus his nerves started to get crazy, he could feel his power thrumming in his veins ready to attack. He did his best to calm down, he couldn’t have his power do anything stupid. Not yet at least.
When he arrived, everything went according to plan, all the kids were playing with each other and his ‘caretakers’ were talking to each other. Harry quickly left the beach after bringing his backpack and putting his shoes and shirt back on and headed to a nearby supermarket. Harry’s heart was pounding when he entered the building, it was cold from the air conditioning, but that was to be expected given the hot weather. Harry decided he wanted to buy a sketchbook and some colored pencils. Heading to the arts and craft section Harry picked out a plain black sketchbook, it was small compared to the others, but it was the cheapest one, so Harry didn’t complain. He then spent the rest on some generic-colored pencils. When he walked over to the cashier to pay, he gave Harry a weird look but did not say anything. Once he paid for it, he shoved it in his backpack and ran back to the beach.
When Harry came back it seemed as if no one noticed he was gone. Harry smiled and put everything back and ran towards the water. That was the most fun he had ever had in his life, the anticipation of going in his room and drawing was also great. Harry swears he would burst of pure joy, but it didn’t last long. Harry noticed that one of the kids were looking through his backpack and seemed to have noticed his recent purchase. The kid quietly sneaked the sketchbook and pencils and out it in his own bag. Harry was fuming but did nothing of it knowing if he did the caretakers would notice and punish him; he would have to wait till they got back to the orphanage.
When they finally got back and everyone settled down to their respective rooms, Harry silently got up and went to the thief’s room. His name was Brandon Noori, the room was slightly bigger then his own, Brandon was sleeping on his bed, hatred filled his veins. He walked over to the little wooden desk to see his sketchbook and pencils completely unopened, Harry was glad that Brandon hadn’t ruined it. When harry turned to walk away he heard a meow, looking he found a small tabby cat. It walked to Harry’s feet and was rubbing against them, purring. Harry suddenly got an idea.
Brandon’s cat was found dead, its body was pinned to the roof with a nail through it neck. It seemed to have burned alive.
Harry smiled when he heard Brandon cry that morning, Harry got out of bed and walked to the scene, blending into the crowd with fellow orphans. Brandon was being held by Sister Abbot, while another nun was pulling out the nail that was holding the body in place. Harry did his best to look shocked, when in all reality he was laughing his arse off. Breakfast was canceled, the time during breakfast was spent questioning the orphans if they knew anything. They found nothing, as expected. Harry used his powers to do it, he’s been improving this past year. He could now light things on fire easily, he didn’t even need to touch the object anymore. He could also now control the direction the object was floating, and he can warm himself without feeling tired. He now is trying to learn how to cut things with his mind. That’s been proven hard but not impossible, as he already managed to cut a piece of paper in half.
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Harry had just turned ten when he murdered someone. Admittedly it was an accident, but it was still shell shocking. It all started when the orphanage had homed a thirteen-year-old boy, Thomas Lank, he was tall, thin, but had defined muscles. Thomas was mean to everyone, and he regularly got beatings. Thomas had apparently been a part of some gang, and the police had caught them. Harry did his best to ignore him, but Thomas was weird with him it made him very uncomfortable. Thomas was around him constantly complementing him, or ‘accidently’ grabbing his buttocks. Harry did his best to always be in a room with someone, no more library trips unless someone was in there. Harry never felt so glad for hoarding books in his room before, even if he already read all of them.
One day Thomas managed to get him in a room alone, almost immediately Thomas shoved him to a wall and pinned him there. He was attempting to take off Harry’s trousers and telling him he’ll be soft, and Harry would ‘like’ it. After a few minutes of struggling Harry’s power flung Thomas off of him and out a window. Harry never felt so thankful in his life, but then anxiety flooded in his veins as he ran towards the window and looked down. Thomas head was crushed open, and bones are sticking out of his arm. Harry ran down the stairs, he could hear everyone screaming and chaos happening around him. Then he saw the body up-close, it was so much more vivid and graphic. Harry was mesmerized by it, the crimson red blood covering the concrete, the loud sirens in the background it was almost artistic. Harry snapped out of the trans when he was pulled inside by Sister Anne.
She looked furious she screamed “WHAT IN THE DEVIL ARE YOU DOING? GET INSIDE AND GO INTO YOUR ROOM!” She continued to scream as she dragged him by the hair. She then threw Harry into his room. Harry grinned; his window has a clear view of the scene. When Harry turned window, Thomas was in a stretcher with a blanket over his body. Dead. Harry watched the police force clean a murder he caused. Everyone in the orphanage was questioned, though everyone in the orphanage knew it was Harry. They knew that it was rare to see Thomas without Harry, they grew inseparable or at least that’s what they thought. No one knew the truth…
Harry was interrogated two times but was dropped as a suspect, that ten-year-old didn’t have the strength to push someone of that size out of a window. Harry James Potter got away with murder. A month after the whole ordeal Harry felt completely fine, Harry knew he should feel some sort of guilt but there was nothing. All the kids and teachers looked at him with fear or disgust. There was no more name calling, no more assaults, only the empty stares of people. Harry loved it. He could now go eat without fear of being harassed and read in the library quietly. He knew he could do more, but he wasn’t too interested in bullying or stealing other kids. What he did do is steal from the other Nuns, money. Harry knew that there was little chance he could get adopted now, so he needed as much money as he could get. He only stole a little bit, so it wasn’t too obvious.
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While Harry Potter was celebrating his eleventh birthday reading and looking out the window, someone else far away in Scotland was celebrating it reading the list of students that would be attending Hogwarts this year. The woman was name Minerva McGonagall, she was the headmistress of the Gryffindor house and the transfiguration teacher. While reading the list she stopped at the last name, Harry James Potter, a wave of nostalgia went through her. ‘Had it really been ten years since we left Harry at that doorstep?’ Minerva asked herself, knowing the answer already. She looked at who would be chaperoning him through Diagon Ally, Albus Dumbledore of course. She was hoping to be the lucky person to meet Harry, but she wasn’t too surprised. What did surprise her however the letter said Potter lived in an orphanage, she was absolutely outraged.
Getting up she decided to visit Albus about it, she wouldn’t have cared but it was Harry Potter. He was a special case. When she arrived at his office she said “Licorice” it opened immediately, walking in she saw Albus sitting doing paperwork. He looked up and smiled.
“Hello dear, what did you need?” Albus asked the twinkle in his eyes returning.
“I was wondering why the list says Potter lives in an orphanage. Albus, not only that but an incredibly religious orphanage?! Do you realize what they would have done to him if he did accidental magic there?” Minerva snapped unable to keep her anger under control.
Albus paled, eyes widened and the twinkle in his eyes died down before he murmured “I had no idea that Harry lived in an orphanage, which one is it, Minerva?” Minerva was shocked at his answer, she had thought that Albus would have paid more attention to the boy’s life. He was going to be the savior over the wizarding world, Hogwarts favorite Gryffindor boy. Shuddering at whatever the boy had to live through she replied in a weak tone,
“London, Saint Arthur’s Orphanage. Albus, I don’t have a good feeling about this.” Minerva states matter of factually. Albus only nodded.
“I agree. At least I’ll visit him in a week, though I’m sure its nothing to be worried about.” Albus said sternly trying to give off confidence, though failing miserably. In all honesty Albus was worried, he knew it was wrong to judge a student without meeting them but he and… Well, let’s not think about that. Once she left, he shuddered and went back to his work. He felt restless, in a week.
In a week…