Charlie Hanson was up late packing up his old house. He walked down his drive at about eleven o'clock to take out some left over trash when the street lights went out leaving him standing in the dark. Up the road at number four he heard muffled voices talking about how unfit the occupants were for taking care of a child. Quickly and quietly Charlie went back into his house and waited for the people to leave before taking out anymore trash.
When Charlie gathered up his courage he went to finish taking out the rest of the trash. As Charlie made his way back to the house he heard crying, he looked around and made his way to the sound. A baby laid wrapped up in a plaid blanket was crying, but stopped when he laid eyes on Charlie. Charlie picked up the baby totally neglecting to see the letter that had fallen to the doorstep.
"Who are you, buddy? Where'd ya get that scar, huh?" he asked.
"Mummy," the baby said looking around.
"She's not here," Charlie said.
The baby looked directly into his eyes, and Charlie knew this baby was going with him to America.
He carried the baby to his house and called his boss to have papers made up for him. That morning Charlie's boss showed up carrying an envelope filled with legal documents.
"May I present to you, your son Vincent James Hanson," His boss congratulated him as he handed the papers over, "good luck in America."
"Thanks boss this means a lot to me, call sometimes would you," Charlie joked.
"Of course. I've got to be going, good luck," His boss left them.
"Come on Vincent we've got things to get before we head to Florida," Charlie said laughing.
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Seven years Later-
"3.141592653589799323846264338327-," Vincent was cut off when his dad swore.
"Damn it, Vincent come grab this damn cat before I chuck it out the window," Charlie swore.
Vincent sighed from his upside down position on the couch, "comin' Charlie."
Vincent walked to the small kitchen where his cat, Poe sat in the sink full of dish water.
"Really Poe," Vincent pulled the wet cat from the water and took him into the bathroom.
Vincent took a towel and did his best to dry off the one eyed cat. When he finished Vincent brought Poe to his bed to the corner of the living room that was curtained off. The Hanson's were not rich, they barely met ends meet every month while Charlie worked odd jobs to pay the bills. Vincent took care of the house it had one bedroom and bath and a really small kitchen that one could barely move around in let alone two people.
Vincent watched Charlie leave for work before going out for the mail. The short walk from the door to the mail box by the road took Vincent a few seconds. He pulled the mail out and check to see what he had.
'Bills, junk mail, and a letter from the local elementary school, what fun,' Vincent thought sarcastically before looking at the bills.
He brought the mail in and opened the bills that were due.
Electricity- $52
Rent- $190
Heat- $70
Water- $90
Internet- $80
In moments Vincent add up the total amount that Charlie needed to pay plus extra for food and books. Then he took the school letter and pinned it to the fridge.
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Next day -
Charlie led Vincent to the school bus. "Why do I have to go, they're all idiots." Vincent exclaimed.
"Because you need interaction with kids your age," Charlie informed him.
"I have Ann for that!" Vincent protested.
"She's four times your age," Charlie fired back.
"She's smarter than the people there, the adults there talk like I won't understand what two plus two is when I know what 422 times 14220 is," Vincent pointed out.
"So what is 422 times 14220," Charlie asked.
"It is 6,000,840."
"Okay smart ass, so Ann is wiser than everyone at the school. I'll make you a deal if you can't handle the idiots there then call and I will pick you up," Charlie bargained.
"You've got yourself deal," Vincent agreed as the bus stopped in front of them.
"Go on, see you after school. Have a great day," Charlie told sarcastically.
Vincent gave him a dark look and got on the bus.
At school Vincent sat at a desk in the middle row, in the front. He looked at the desk tag that had his name on it with a number line and had the colors listed in a circle.
"Hello class, I'm Miss Smith," the teacher said in a overly cheery tone that made Vincent hit his head on the edge of the desk.
"Oh honey don't hit your head you'll hurt it," she exclaimed.
Already fed up with the school Vincent looked up at her in the eyes and said sarcastically, "I won't do much damage unless I hit my head harder and give myself a concussion or split it open, and right now I would love to split it open so I could leave."
"Okay Mr. Smarty Pants what is your name?" Miss Smith asked walking over to her desk.
"Vincent Hanson, but you should know that since you put a name tag on the top of my desk," he mouthed off.
Miss Smith pulled a tight smile, "Okay Vincent please keep you comments to yourself," she turned from Vincent to look at the class, "Okay, class we are going to start with math. Who can tell me what two plus two is?"
A girl in the back shouted, "Its four."
"Good job, What's four plus two?"
Another kid yelled the answer, this went on until everyone went except Vincent.
"Okay Vincent what is seven plus eight?" she asked thinking that she could put him in his place.
"It's fifteen. Is this really what we're learning this year because this is unchallenging," Vincent sigh putting his head down.
"Okay what is two times two?" she asked.
"four."
"278 times 250," she smirked thinking he couldn't do it.
A second later he said, "69,500, and the square root is 263.6285."
Miss Smith frowned and grabbed a calculator and punched the numbers in. She looked up in shock, "how did you do that in your head?"
"I don't know I've always been able to do it, I read about it in a book," Vincent told her.
"Okay, let's finish the lesson," Miss Smith continued with class vowing that after class she would find out more about his abilities.
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Hogwarts-
Albus sat at his desk with an enchanted map attempting to Harry Potter with no luck. Sighing he got up and stretched his aching joints before apperating to the Dursleys.
Albus knocked on the front door of number 4 and waited for someone to answer it. Finally Petunia answered the door and snarled.
"What are you doing here freak."
"I'm looking for Harry Potter." He said.
"Who, there is nobody here by that name," she said confused.
"A baby was place on your doorstep with a letter telling the reader who he was," Albus explained.
"I got the letter it was lying on the doorstep with no baby in sight. I'm sorry but I must ask you to leave before Vernon gets home, good day," Petunia shut the door in Albus's shocked face.
'No baby?' Was what he was thinking.
