Hey, I'm back! Hope you like it, though it is short.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in here that is related to Harry Potter and the books of J.K. Rowling. Cross my heart and swear to not be killed.


"Hey little bitty Harry, how's your momma today? Lost another job again? To bad for you, to have a murderer for a father and a drunkard for a mother and not respectable folk like our parents." The group of boys continued to mocked the bundle of rags that was 'little bitty Harry'. When the boys finally waited for Harry to reply there was complete silence. Disappointed, they started drifting away leaving the miserable boy to himself.

When they had all left the once immobile body moved stiffly into a sitting position. The boy seemed about five or six, but his eyes gave the illusion of a man in the prime of his life that has faced many hardships. The black eye, split lip and bruised cheekbone made his once boyish face into a grim mask. Getting to his feet he awkwardly stumbled toward a small run down apartment building where he lived with his foster parents.

He had lived with the Dursley family, but a new neighbor that had moved in when he was three had been suspicious of them. After proving that they had been abusive the neighbor left Harry to grow up in a dirty rundown apartment with uncaring foster parents. Harry still couldn't decide which life he preferred.

As he passed an open alley way he caught a glimpse of something from the side of his eyes. Turning he peered curiously into the dark, and saw the vague outline of trash heaps and the mysterious shining substance. Forsaking his common sense the injured boy crept over to the object. Painfully he crouched down to peer at the curious object. A sudden crack behind him mad him snap his head to the left. A tall dark figure dressed in all black greeted him.

"Harry Potter is it?" the man questioned. At the boys hesitant nod he said, "I will give you a deal. Your life is miserable is it not? If you come with me, I will take care of you. Never again will you have to go hungry. Kill your parents and come with me to learn my trade, where you will be respected and awarded beyond belief." With wide eyes Harry gasped shaking his head.

The stranger tisked. "Come now, boy." he said coming closer and closer to the shaking boy. He crouched in front of him and grabbed his face in between his gloved hands.

Harry stared up at him basking in the kindness the stranger was bestowing upon him. Taking the gun held out to him by the stranger he stuck it in his ragged clothing, and smiled up at him.

"Will you be my father?" he asked hopefully.

"If that is what you with." the stranger acceded. Harry trotted over to the opening of the alley way, but stopped at the mouth of the alley as the man called after him. "I will be here, and I will know."

A few hours passed by as Harry laid in wait for his foster-parents. The woman entered first and was dead shot through the head; she did not make a sound as she hit the floor. At the stroke of midnight the door opened again, and his father entered the room to tired to notice the scent of dried blood. He was dead before he hit the floor.

Trembling in excitement the child ran to the valley not even noticing the bloody footprints he left behind. Reaching the alley, he beamed at the man that leant against the wall. The man smiled back in amusement and took the little boys hand. The only evidence of Harry's deed was the trail of bloody footprints that lead to the dead-end of the side street, where they vanished.


Yah, kinda morbid, but I like it a lot. I could have expanded on it quite a bit, but I was being rather lazy.

Here let me go to seven hundred words. Amaya130