Words: 2,318

"Blah" Normal speech/words

Blah empathis to a word/phrase

"Blah" parsletongue

Blah thoughts

Blah other people in mind

Chapter One

The teen moved silently through the building. No cameras, or guards, caught a glimpse of him as he moved. His outfit blending into the shadows. He wore a black trench coat, pants, shirt, and boots. His movements held the grave of a cat and the quickness of a striking cobra. His hair was as dark as his clothes, green eyes were venomous, and skin as pale as the moonlight streaming through the windows. He was small, looking twelve when he was actually fourteen in just two days.

He entered an office where a man was facing away from him. He had no clue that another person had entered the room. No one was supposed to be able to do such a thing. The building had guards patrolling every floor, guarding every staircase and elevator. The cameras were stationed at every corner at the end of each hall, and in the air vents. As expected of the Scott Operation Head businessman.

"Excuse me, I believe we had an appointment." The teen's voice was melodious, beautiful, but also promised danger. The man spun around, face to face with a revolver. "James Gibson, Death has spoken. I, his follower, must fulfill his wish."

"Please, no! I have kids!" The teen smiled darkly, his canines were just a bit longer than normal, giving a feral look.

"I, Infinity, have no care about others." The man twitch to the panic button. It melted, "sorry, can't get caught."

"You're my son's age! Why are you doing this? What about your family?"

"Your son is two years younger then me. This is my job because no one was there for me." Infinity pulled the trigger. No sound came from the gun as a green light, shaped as a bullet, flew from it. The light hit the man, spreading to cover his whole body. No trace of what killed him remained as it faded, leaving him laying on the ground.

When the guard came to check on the man, Infinity was long gone. The police came, but they explained he died of natural causes. Among them was a person who knew what was used. She quickly informed her higher ups. Their mysterious attacker had struck once again.

"Harry!" The dark haired teen smiled, swinging a little girl up and around. She giggled, hugging him. She had soft brown hair, blue eyes, and pink skin. Her blonde haired, blue eyed mother stood across the hall.

"Hello Miss Carly! How are you today?" The five year old giggled again.

"Good! Mamma is taking me to the park. Can you come too?"

"Sure, just let me change, okay? My friends kept me out late, so I crashed at their place. I stink like sweat."

"Okay." The followed the boy into his spacey apartment. He quickly entered his bedroom, then his bathroom. After a shower, he changed into a black shirt with what looked like a bunch of splattered paint in a variety of colors and white words saying 'Express Yourself' in cursive. He wore tan cargo pants that he tucked into his black combat boots, and added a few green wrist sweat bands.

"Lets go!" Carly ran ahead a few steps when they got outside.

"Harry, it's been three months since you moved in. When will your parents visit?" The woman missed him stiffening.

"My parents decided to extend their dig in Egypt." Harry told her, kicking at a rock, "but I'm used to it, Mrs. Hugh. I have my godfather checking in on me via the phone every once in a while."

"Don't you get lonely?"

"I make friends easily. Besides, I have you guys." Mrs. Hugh smiled sadly.

"What about when you move again? If your parents get hurt?"

"I'll have Simon. Don't worry, okay?" They reached the park, where Harry was pulled over to the swings. He laughed, pushing the little girl. A teenager with a little boy, followed his example.

"Higher, Mia!"

"How do you get Mia out of Hermione?" The girl muttered darkly, but the boy ignored her, looking at Carly.

"I'm David! What's your name?"

"Carly. This is my bestest friend, Harry."

"Carly, bestest isn't a word." Harry corrected kindly. He flashed the girl a smile. "I babysit when her parents are out."

"Ah, I wish I could have a break from him. David is my brother." The younger two went to the sandbox, so the teens took the swings. "I'm Hermione Granger." They shook hands.

"I'm Harry Potter." The girl froze, eyes flashing to his forehead, where a lightning bolt shaped scar lay. The boy gave her a confused look. "Miss Granger?"

"You...oh my gosh! David come here!" The girl stood, whistling. A huge owl flew down, and she pulled out a pen and piece of paper. She penned something before tying it to the owl. "Take that to the headmaster, quickly Hermes."

"What is it, sis?" Carly gave the girl a distrusting look as her mother came over. They happened to be the only ones there, even though it was lunch. It was a week day. "Mia?" A loud pop, and a good ten people dressed in weird clothes stood there.

"Thank you, Miss Grander. Mr. Potter, we have been searching for you for four years now." Harry pulled Carly behind him, and Mrs. Hugh did the same to him.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want with Harry?"

"Muggles have no business in this." A red haired man sneered, pulling out a stick. "Obliviate!" The woman gasped as she was hit by the white light.

"Mummy!" The man leveled Carly with the thing, but Harry covered her with his body.

"Don't hurt Carly!"

"Stupid boy, I'm erasing her memory of this day!"

"No! I don't trust you!"

"Sir-" Hermione started.

"Miss Granger, you may leave." An older man with a white beard said. The girl hesitated before leading her brother away. Harry glared at the adults, imagining his gun in his hand. It appeared instantly.

"Who the hell are you people?" He willed Carly asleep, laying her on top of her mother, a blue light covered them before they were transported to her couch. He aimed the gun looking for a way out.

"Mr. Potter, please place the gun down." The taller of the three women said, her voice uneasy.

"I don't think so. You attacked my neighbor! You know who I am." His voice was icy.

"Put the gun down, Potter." Harry glared at the dark haired man. "Expelliarmus." The gun flew from his hand. Harry froze, panic filling his eyes.

"Give that back to me, now."

"Children shouldn't play with weapons." The man pocketed the metal object. Harry tried to summon it back. "It has an antisummoning charms on it."

"Give it back!"

"Severus-"

"He shouldn't have it in the first place, Albus."

"Who the hell do you think you are? That gun is my life! So hand it over!"

"How can a gun be your life? These things kill!"

"No shit, Sherlock! It also protects me!"

"You will have it back once we talk."

"Albus!" The red haired woman cried in outrage.

"Molly, calm down. The way he held it says he knows what he was doing." The old man said.

"Who are you? I demand answers!" Harry screamed, zaps of electricity flying from his hair and hands. "Start talking, now!"

"I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was also a friend of your parents. When we went to retrieve you from Private Drive, they said you were a bully and had then ran away."

"You didn't believe them, did you?" The adults looked taken aback. "Did they show you my room? It was the bloody cupboard under the stairs. The rose garden out back? I planted it with my bare hands, no gloves or tools." Harry held up scarred hands, then lifted his shirt. "Vernon used me as a carving board. As you see, FREAK was his favorite. I left when I was ten. I met my boss then, and he promised to teach me to protect myself. No one has hurt me since."

"There must be a-"

"-mistake? Misunderstanding? They hated me! I was a boy used as a slave and toy! I made them money by Vernon selling me to his co-workers!" The women had tears in their eyes, and the men were silent. "Give me my gun. I'm going home."

"Have you gotten help?" The man with his gun asked.

"A shrink? Yes, I saw one, more then one. They don't help outside of the fact of getting you to accept what happened. I had to figure out what was to happen next. I was highly depressed, nearly suicidal. My boss supported me, treated me like family. Petunia was blood, but a complete stranger cared more."

"Harry, had we'd known-"

"You would have helped? Why did you never check in on me if you used to be a friend of my parents? I don't care about your school. Give me my gun. I'm going home."

"WE are not done speaking, Mr. Potter." Harry growled, "you do not scare me. I thought you would like to know your parents left a vault for you."

"Give me the key."

"Not unless you come with me." Harry's match started to react to his emotions. "We won't hurt you."

"I don't care! Give me my things and leave!" A cloak flew from the man, along with a key and two scrolls. "The Last Will and Testament of Lily Potter nee Evans, and the Last Will and Testament of Lord James Potter? Why do you have these?"

"I-" the man was silenced with a wave of magic.

"This is the last will and testament of Lily Potter nee Evans:
To Remus Lupin, I leave the Evan's summer home in Black Forest. Have Harry over often. I am sorry we didn't trust you.
To Sirius Black, I leave you Godric Hallow's Manor, and my son. I expect you to man up, mister. If James survives, help him as much as possible.
To my beloved husband, if you survive, give our little angel the world. I love you.
To Peter Petigrew, I sentence you to Azkaban Prison for selling us to Voldemort. Let it be know he was our Secret Keeper, not Sirius Black.
To Severus Snape, if neither men above can take Harry, I trust you will. You were my best friend, and always will be. Keep my baby safe.
To my son, Harry Potter, I leave everything else I own. He is not to go to Petunia Dursley!"

Harry gave the old man a glare. "You knew! This whole time, you knew!" The man was beyond pale. "You condemned me to abuse!" The sparks took on a green hue, the grass around him dying. "I wonder what my father's will, will say.

"This is the last Will and Testament of Lord James Potter:
To Lily Potter, love, I leave everything to you until Harry is ready. I want you to move on if you live, fall in love again.
To Harry Potter, my little Prongs, I leave you everything once you are the age of eleven.
To Sirius Black, take care of my son if my dearest Lily cannot. I leave you the Potter Estate in Wales.
To Remus Lupin, I leave two million galleons, and expect you to help Lily and Sirius with Harry.
To Peter Petigrew, you are no longer a marauder, but a traitor. You were our Secret Keeper, and a rat of a man.
To Albs Dumbledore, I leave my Invisibility Cloak in your hands until Harry is old enough to speak clear sentences, which will no doubt be when he is three.
Harry is to never set foot with Lily's sister. If he is placed there, Albus Dumbledore is to be charged with Child Endangerment!"

The group was quiet before chaos. There were six blasts of red light shot at the old man. The women were shocked into silence. The dark haired man handed over the gun. Harry backed away. "Can I leave now? I want to check on Mrs. Hugh."

"Severus, go with him." The plump woman said. The dark haired ma nodded. Once in Harry's apartment, Harry gave him the wills.

"Keep that safe. I'll be back in a few minutes." True to his word, he returned within three minutes. "Tea or coffee?"

"Coffee, black." They sat in silence for a slow hour before Harry's cellphone range.

"Infinity." Severus frowned, unable to hear the rest. "Now isn't a good time, boss. I have company." He stiffened, "that bastard is dead! I ran him through with a forklift!" The teen was sickly looking, "but he's out to kill me. He knows I did all of it. What do I do?" Harry glanced at Severus before sighing. "Sir, I've been accepted at a prodigious school, it will get me out of sight for nine months." He hung up, sitting heavily in the chair across from the man, who was his second godfather. "When does school start?"

"First explain what that was about."

"My employer just informed me that a man I accidentally ran a forklift into survived and is coming after me for revenge."

"You never said what you do."

"You never asked. I do what my boss says to do. Right now that order is to disappear from radar."

"So you're not set to any one job?"

"Right."

"School starts on September First. You have three years to catch up on studies. Will you be able to do that? Harry grinned, nodding. "Go to be. It's been a long day."