Harry Potter: Demon Hunter
A/N: This fic is inspired by how monsters function in the show Supernatural, but this is not a cross over fic, so you will not see Sam, Dean, Castiel etc. in this fic. I do not own Harry Potter or Supernatural no matter how awesome my life would be if I did.
Prologue:
Weird things had been happening to me for as long as I can remember and beyond. It all started when I was one year old. A maniac attacked and killed my parents, leaving me an orphan. Placed with loving (yeah, right) relatives, these past ten years have been hard but I definitely can't call them boring.
When you live a life like mine there are a few things you learn. First, speed is everything. If you are outclassed by your enemies and you aren't fast enough to escape you are either dead or hurt badly enough to wish you were. I have more than enough scars to attest to that.
Second, people are very sheltered by nature, and react violently to anything outside their comfort zone. Try to present them with a new idea, or tell them their preconceived notions of reality are false, and you will either be ignored or your speed is about to be tested.
Third, there is no place for mercy. If you have your opponent by the throat, you kill or cripple them without hesitation. Anything less and it will come back to bite you in the arse.
Heh, look at me ranting. From the way I talk it's hard to believe I'm only ten, going on eleven. What can I say, it's been a hard life.
My average day begins at five fifteen every morning. I used to begin at five twenty, but my uncle and I have very different ideas of a pleasant awakening, and I am nothing if not a fast learner. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
My first chores for the day involve cooking breakfast. Once I have eaten my one slice of toast I begin to check the garden for weeds while the whales (sorry, my family) inhales bacon like a drowning man gulps for air.
After that I sometimes escape to Mrs. Figg's house. The lady rambles a lot and smells like cats but she seems to mean well. After all she gives me a proper breakfast, and give me pocket money for chores the Dursleys expect for free. Not that they know this of course. If they did they would demand that I hand the money over to them, some shite about taking me in off the streets giving me the clothes off their backs. Ha, I tell you HA!
By the time this is all down it's usually around eight thirty, meaning I'm late for school. This doesn't bother me however. My classes are easy enough, but I rarely ever try. Last time I tried my best in school, I beat Dudley's grades across the board. Let's just say that was about the same time I learned how to make a splint.
How the Dursley's get away with it, I have no idea. Mrs. Figg, nice as she is, is too batty to warrant any respect, so no one will listen. The teachers at school think I'm a liar and a cheat, yet Big D the school yard bully, is considered an angel who can do no wrong. People refuse to see what's right in front of them it seems.
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Today seemed like any other day to start with. Wake up just in time to avoid a beating, meager breakfast, chores, real breakfast, more chores, late to school. All in all a pretty average day. Except today Dudley and his gang decided to skip class for some good old fashioned Harry Hunting. Oh Joy.
As soon as they see me they give chase. Remember when I said speed was everything? Well it's days like today that pounded that lesson into me and I've taken it to heart. Except something is off today. There's a sharp tangy smell in the air that I can't quite put my finger on, but it seems like one I should know despite how it turns my stomach. Trying to focus on getting away rather than odd half buried memories, I noticed something else odd. I had already been chased several blocks, and Dudley's gang was starting to get winded. Except Dudley that is. Big D, who is notoriously overweight, was barreling towards me like a freight train and showing no signs of slowing.
This is royally going to hurt. Just as I feel Dudley grab the back of my shirt, I feel like I'm being squeezed through a tube. Out of breath for what seemed like an eternity the feeling finally let up. When I got up from where I had fallen, I looked around long enough to realizes three things. Dudley was nowhere in sight, my legs hurt like crazy and I was on top of the five story school building with no idea how to get down.
Damn, so much for a normal day.