Serius Iuguolo - Serial Killer
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I got bored. That is all I can say. The plot is *hopefully* tightly weaved in this story, so pay attention to details...

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Bones or Harry Potter, I would have a wonderful grand piano in my living room. But, if I turn my head to look, I see my ancient upright. Yeah, I don't own Bones or HP :'(.

CLARIFICATION: Magic does not exist in this story.

Prologue:

Harry Potter was normal kid, growing up in Little Winging, Surry. Harry lived with his aunt, uncle, and cousin, the Dursleys, because his parents were killed by a serial killer – Tom Riddle. His social worker, Albus Dumbledore checked in once and a while but was fooled by Mrs. Dursley's acting and Mr. Dursley's money. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, was arrested, making him unavailable to adopt Harry.

We all know that Harry would have been better off taken in by some other family, perhaps adopted by a childless couple or sent into foster care to a family full of siblings, but he had living, maternal relatives. Well, that, and Dumbledore turned a blind eye on some aspects of Harry's early life – such as the fact that until he was ten, his aunt and uncle forced him to do all the chores (yard work, cooking, cleaning, etc.).

When he turned ten, however, Harry entered junior high. Schoolwork picked up and Petunia Dursley dropped a few chores off Harry's to-do list. He never had a great education, attending public school, but when Harry found he could very well snag a scholarship to college if he raised his grades he put more effort into his studies.

Harry's favorite subjects, science (particularly that concerning the study of human remains), and sociology (specifically criminology - yes, muggle Harry still has to be the good guy, fighting for "justice" in a non-Light Yagami kind of way) led him into a full scholarship to college. From there, Harry worked his way through grad school to get his PhD. Funds left to him by his parents supported him.

The Dursley's did not contact Harry whilst he was in school. It was only after he found his first job as a forensic anthropologist that he received any calls.

NOTE: Tom Riddle (a.k.a. Lord Voldemort) was a serial killer in Britain during the late 1900's. His signatures were the unique poison he used to kill his victims along with a strange snake marking that appeared at all the crime scenes that could be linked to Riddle (coincidently, the mark was branded onto all members of the "Death Eater" gang that was started by Riddle and several of his prison-mates). It was rumored Riddle died in prison, but his cellmate Peter Pettigrew states he escaped with the help of Sirius Black, a guard for the prison. Black was locked up immediately and Pettigrew was let out on probation for speaking, but none of the authorities could find Riddle. There are rumors that Tom Riddle escaped the country and traveled south to Albania, but no one can know for sure. Harry Potter was the only known survivor of Riddle's wrath. If Tom Riddle were ever to resurface, it is suspected he would go after Harry Potter and try to finish what he started. Riddle's case has been examined by several doctors. Each claims he was insane; he should be locked up. One recurring pattern that led them to this assumption was Voldemort's obsession with the number seven. Every victim was cut into seven, his total number of victims was seventy-seven (or would have been, if not for Harry's survival) and his gang of "Death Eaters" never had more than seven living members at any one time.

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"Hello, Doctor H. J. Potter speaking." Harry answered his phone impatiently.

"Doctor?" a surprised voice murmured. "Harry, you're a doctor now?"

"Who is this?"

"Dursley." A voice answered. "Harry…. I… well, Vernon was missing. We hadn't seen him for weeks."

"Aunt Petunia? Uncle Vernon is missing? Really?" Harry asked, walking away from the corpse he was speculating in his lab.

"Well, was missing. Someone found him. In the U.S., actually. He's – they say he's dead…" Petunia's voice faltered. "And, well, I know you're life wasn't the best here, but, Vernon… He's gone now… and I wanted to talk to you… Reconcile…"

"Oh." Harry didn't know what to say. He had always thought that both his aunt and uncle hated him. He knew that Petunia was, in a way, replaced by his mother, Lily, in her family - as Lily was always the more intelligent and popular sister. He also knew that his uncle fell in love with Lily first, but when she chose Harry's father, James, instead, Vernon made due with Petunia. It all sounded like a soap opera to Harry… But, the facts, it seemed, were misleading. His aunt did not hate him, as Harry thought.

"The investigators will not, erm, let us bury him yet…. Until the funeral, do you want to come stay with Dudley and I?" the woman almost sounded scared.

"Well, uh, I guess so… Sure." Harry answered. At that moment, a coworker called to Harry.

"Dr. Potter! We need you to examine these fractures on the corpse! It may very well be possible that the victim received a blow to the head."

"It sounds like I'm needed… Thank you for calling Aunt Petunia. When will I see you?" Harry asked.

"Victim…? Corpse…? Blow to the head…? What in the world?" She murmured. "Oh, right. Monday perhaps?"

"I will see you Monday then, Aunt Petunia." Harry hung up and turned to his coworker. "I do believe you just succeeded in scaring my aunt severely. Nice work. Now, let me see the skull."