Firstly thank you for reading the story. Secondly, critique is welcome flames are not. If anyone wants to leave a flame or like that leave it with an account (so I can return the favour with interest) or name or a BIG MIDDLE FINGER TO YOU, NOW BE A NICE COWARD, CRAVEN ASSHOLE AND USE YOUR MIDDLE ONE TO F*** YOURSELF.

Grammar is a little bad at first and it will steadly improve over the course of the chapters.

Gore is plenty, you have been warned.

Little whinging, Surrey

One night after Halloween a lone person was passing through the privet drive. Done all in black, jeans, sweater, and long black over coat. His face passive with no emotion what so ever.

He was Rishabh Singh. A child prodigy, an orphan, a successful businessmen, accomplished diplomat, expert in chemistry, physics, programming & business, and a well established, well known and feared assassin. Not just any but the very best of them. When he was 8, his parents were killed by an enemy of theirs. Went from here to there and became a courier boy in underworld while he side by side studied ways to kill, torture, maim, steal. Six month in there he stole a 9 mm and practised.

At 11 he declared that he know an assassin for dirty jobs. He made his first kill shortly after that cause the assassin he knew was he himself. From there he grew in fame. Any type of assassination silent or brutal, for retrieval, any thing. He never asked a question, give him money and he will do it. If any thing caught his fancy he would take it from his mission.

By the time he was 16 he had his own house - registered on someone else's name - with a hidden 3 story basement whose armoury would probably put armoury of seals and S.A.S. to shame. Lab for his chemical, he made explosive and poison so that he could not be traced back by them and full surveillance room .

As he passed through Privet Drive, outside number 4 he saw something chilled even his heart. A baby left on doorstep in this cold. Although he was a cold hearted killer with preferred method of assassination being blood eagle. He was partial to children due to his own childhood. He never did anything to children no matter what amount was offered. He silently went to see what the matter was. He was very slow to anger and his anger had 2 stages. First rowdy Rishabh in which yelled, threw things and the he would calm down . Second Rudra Rishabh in which he went totally silent like a magnificent cobra conserving energy to strike and the person that had caused it was in for a very painful, torturous death. What he heard had already put him past the Rudra level.

He can see 2 images through curtains one of a fat man, and second of a thin women with a long neck. He heard the fat man saying, "no Petunia, we will not raise the likes of him. He and freaks like him deserve to die, if he dies in cold good riddance ." .

The women Petunia sargued, "but think about it Vernon after 4 years or so we will have a slave and can beat his freakiness out of him".

That was enough for Rishabh he decided to that this was his chance to complete his family. He was happily married to Shivangi for 5 years but due to an accident after a year of their marriage she lost her ability to bear children. He decided that this boy was going to be his son. But since this was going to be legal and wanted to hear out what was the freakishness they talking about.

He took out his handkerchief and covered his face and then took out his reliable silenced Silver Balers and rang the door bell. When he got no response he rang again. This time he heard footsteps and door opened - the women opened it. As soon as she opened her mouth to say something he pushed the barrel of his gun in her mouth and pushed her inside and he himself entered the house with the basket of baby. Then he saw the man named Vernon who was shocked still. He put the basket on the table and took out his second silver balers and aimed it at Vernon. He took the first gun out of petunia's mouth and indicated her to go and sit quietly.

At this point Vernon exploded, " I am the owner of this house and so I demand you to leave or will all the cops".

Rishabh for the first time in the night was torn between laughing out loud and killing this bastard on the spot, "Listen to me you son of a bitch. If you or that whore of yours even batted an eye lash without my permission I will pull the trigger. Now this is out of the way, I have some question to ask, you will answer them without any further fuss and we can move on to our works and I will leave with the boy. But If you tried to create any inconvenience or lied to me, death will be least of your worries. So who is he and how is he freak?". After it he took out a small bottle filled with yellowish liquid which suspiciously looked like filled with a concentrated acid, due to light fumes in the empty space.

Petunia who distinctly looked like she has pissed in her knickers answered this in hope of getting rid of her no good freak nephew "His name is Harry Potter. He is son of my sister. My sister and her husband were witch and wizard. Hence he is freak.". Still eyeing the bottle with fear.

Bullshit meter in mind of Rishabh was on like an air horn on this but his other senses told that she is telling the truth. Senses important while interrogating a person for info for mission or for a client. Seeing Vernon was about a stunt of stupidity he threw a small kunai (throwing knife) which embedded itself a few centimetre where Vernon's head was on the armchair. Vernon well and truly pissed on himself this time.

Then he asked Petunia "what is this is all about?".

Seeing his reflexes and that he was believing in her story she told everything she told him everything about wizarding world, Voldemort, war in it and every thing she knew about death of his parents, about blood wards. She also showed him the letter that came with Harry.

Many emotions were squirming inside Rishabh's head ranging from the disbelief and shock in the existence of the wizarding world, to anger on such brazen disrespect of death of 2 blooded warriors and future abuse of their son that would have happened if he did not intervened, to thoughtful.

He was an assassin no doubt but he was also a Singh, a Rajput. He never forgot his roots, even though he never went to India apart from a month tour for an assassination contract, he was a warrior at heart and deeply respected his fellow warriors. At that moment he decided he has to know and learn about the wizarding world. It was the time to put his gifted brain in other things than plotting for assassination and pleasing his wife.

He remembered hearing about Diagon alley. He decided to that was his after a stop in fancy dress shop for a cloak. In all this his face remained passive. He then asked "How could we go to Diagon alley?".

Petunia answered that also.

He then stood up and looked directly at couple and said in a tone that broke no argument, "I am taking little one with me and you will will leave this house and town forever. I will return in two days, if I found your family here I will kill you. Wards don't give a shit about you as I clearly entered here to harm you. You never met me, never saw and heard from me. If you went to police that won't do any harm to me because of my connections but after that on first opportunity I will kill you, in a very painful way. In return you will never hear from me and nor you will have to care about the little one. May we never meet each other, as it will lead to your death. It's not a threat but a promise of your total destruction. Good night"

With this he holstered one of his guns, picked Harry up, opened the door and went out leaving 2 stunned people inside.

The couple started packing as soon as they broke out of trance and left Surrey. They were never heard by anyone living there.

After walking quarter mile Rishabh saw a black B.M.W. Z4 with a beautiful Indian girl with black hair and fair complexion inside. He sat inside it, kissed the girl and the car went on its way.