A Hunter's Journey
Prologue
Birth of a Warrior
Grey clouds hung low around a house in Surrey, England; soft whines and bellowing shouts came forth in equal measure emanating from the door. If one opened the door, a vast horror would await.
"You deserve this freak. Bringing your unnatural filth inside my home; you're nothing, and no one will ever want you. I am sick of your crying and ungrateful screams. Tomorrow we are taking you to the orphanage, and we will make sure they know just how much of a freak you are." At this point, the whale of a man threw the bloody lump of whines and tears into the cupboard locking the filth away before lumbering up the stairs to wash the blood off his knuckles.
Inside the dark, cluttered space the lump slowly opened up revealing a child's face frozen in silent agony, and as blood pooled soaking into the tattered baby mattress the child began to whisper "no….no…" an ethereal glow began to shine from his emerald green eyes, "No!" A blinding light flashed in the dark, and the child knew no more.
Sunlight pierced through the thick veil early the next morning. Vernon Dursley could be seen waddling out to the car with a shivering child shuffling behind him. "Freak get in the car I shan't sully my house with your freakishness a moment longer. You should be grateful that I'm not leaving you on the curb." A soft thunk echoed from the car as Harry curled into the floorboard; knowing, that pain would ensue if he touched the seats. "Perfect freak it seems you finally learned your place." Vernon started the car; a grim smirk appearing quite subtly upon his visage.
A short while later and Harry found himself locked in a dark room with a single bed and dresser. Tears formed at the edge of his vision; He had a bed a real bed. Harry fell onto the bed staining his sheets with tears as his relief flooded through him.
In London, England a school stands tall and proud specializing in education for orphans and legacy students. Inside the opulent wood halls, students briskly walk from class to class; oblivious to the manipulations of their teachers and mentors. Offices were sprinkled throughout the halls, places where teachers and mentors would prepare for lessons or missions. In one such office, Dr. Hess carefully observes Mick Davies a strapping young man who graduated from the Kendricks Academy just ten years previously. "Mr. Davies, I hope you are aware of just how important your task is. If you fail to recruit at least one child, there will be consequences of a very unpleasant variety."
"Madam, I am aware of what failure means in the code. I also recognize the importance of my task as our number of recruits has dropped in recent years; further, intelligence has reported a recent orphan by the name of Harry Potter who is believed to be rather odd. Intelligence has also confirmed that he shows signs of emotional abuse alongside physical negligence and abuse. I would wager that given the promise of worth and kindness he could become one of our most loyal candidates." Mick stood and turned to leave, taking Dr. Hess's silence as his dismissal.
In Scotland, an old greying man is startled quite suddenly when alarms all around his office begin to ring and yell simultaneously. The mirth in his eyes diminishes as panic sets in, and he frantically searches for the cause of the outburst. Turning to the large stone whining with a black light pulsing from it Dumbledore lets fly a soft grunt in frustration. "Those incompetent muggles have decided to get rid of Harry again. So be it, I will have to remedy their mistake again. Harry cannot be allowed to experience happiness until he arrives at Hogwarts: I need his happiness and joy in my control so that He does not turn into a mini Voldemort." With a flourish of his wand, He sends a brilliant white Ram down to his Headmistress and longtime friend Minerva to inform her of his departure for Wizengamot business. With that settled he turned to his friend Fawkes and disappeared in a flash of fire reappearing in a dense thicket of trees near Number 3 privet drive in Surrey. The home of Harry's Aunt and Uncle: with its greying bricks and white slatted roof it was a perfect muggle home a cookie cutter image of the foolish neighborhood he had placed Harry into as a babe.
AN: Hope you guys and girls enjoy this story it is Harry-centric, and I will be going from book 1 to beyond book 7. Pairing: I do not know who He will be with, but I do know he will be a Ravenclaw. I have the outline for this story finished and will be uploading bimonthly due to college. This is my first fanfic, so please help me get better.