CHAPTER ONE
Nearly two years had passed since Davidson Orphanage had woken up to find little Harry Potter dumped on them by social services but, Davidson Terrace had hardly changed at all from that sunny day.
The sun rose on the same front door and lit up on the same silver nameplate on the orphanages' front; it crept into their hallway through windows, the hallways were almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Matron had seen that fateful news report about the abuse of a young boy from Surrey.
Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed since that day.
Eight years ago, there had been lots of pictures of different children with different looks, ages and personalities but, the children in those pictures were no longer as young as they once were, now the photographs showed a new group of children and older versions of the children shown earlier.
However, there was a child more prominent in all of these pictures. The rooms held every sign that there was a boy who lived in the house and his name was... Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was very talented. And the trophies he had earned were proof of his tale, trophies ranging from certificates to a scholarship at a private high school. Harry Potter was the go-to person if you wanted something.
His voice was always what made the first loud noise of the day: "Up! Everyone get up!" The children woke up begrudgingly as was a habit. He began to rap on each person's door making sure each child had woken up.
After he had made sure all the children had at least got out of bed he made his way to the kitchen to dish out each person's food as he usually did.
The children heard him walking toward the kitchen and then almost instantaneously the sound of excited children marched around the orphanage at the prospect of Harry's cooking.
He rolled up his sleeves and he began to serve the breakfast he and the Matron had made. When the children began to flow into the room they thanked Harry for the food as they always did.
Harry looked thin yet muscular, he was perfectly in between the two looks. He had a streamlined face, bony knees, and untameable black hair, and his most alluring feature was his bright green eyes. He wore round glasses that looked new something truly magical as he had been wearing them since the age of eight almost two years ago.
Mysteriously the only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.
He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt...
He had brought up some bad memories.
"You really need to comb your hair, Harry." Hannah small talked, by way of a morning greeting. Harry looked over the top of his newspaper, yes he read them they just seem to pass the time faster for him, and shook his head, Harry always needed a haircut.
Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way - wild and all over the place.
"Eat, not talk." He chastised playfully.
The girl stuck out her tongue in return.
The table then became silent as everyone enjoyed their meal. When they were done eating everyone began to get changed. You see today was a trip day.
Trip days were sponsored by the government and happened once a year. No one really liked trip days as they never went anywhere interesting but who were they to whine.
An hour later Harry, was sitting in
the back of the Keepings Coaches with Hannah, David; a black boy who was a year younger than him and Libby; Hannahs girlfriend, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life yet he couldn't help but be bored since Hannah and Libby kept arguing, and not the playful kind, and to make it worse David had decided to doze off almost instantly.
When they got off the bus Matron had taken Harry aside.
"I'm going to need your help," she said, "can you make sure they don't do something stupid." Harry could never say no to her captivating smile it always made him feel helpless.
"Of course Matron," he said easily handing himself over.
"We've known each other for two years now, its Christine." she gave him a mischievous smile.
"Yes Christine." the stiffness of his voice was endearing.
Smiling as if triumphant at her prize she walked away with twelve children under the age of nine while Harry took the seven over nine years old.
To say the day was boring was an understatement. All the animals seemed to think as well as they just sat there and ate. The penguins were fun for a while but almost immediately got tiring.
"Why don't we go to the reptile area." it was an inconspicuous suggestion that no one could see a problem with but the arrogant nature of which it was spoken in that made Harry worried.
Sam was fifteen, much older than the other orphans, so it went straight to his head. His ego made him feel as if he was second in command to Matron, a position held by Harry himself, and everyone should listen to him.
When they got into the reptile area Harry was on guard prepared to stop the larger boy if he tried anything. The boy immediately ran to a display.
"Guys look a dragon!" he shouted while pointing at a Komodo Dragon.
His attempt at comedy was pitiful but Harry would prefer it over none. Harry walked over to the snake aisle trusting in them to behave even if for a little while. The aisle seemed to draw him and he could tell something interesting was going to happen.
Harry was very used to strange things often happening around him and it was just no good pretending he didn't make them happen.
At one time, Harry was playing a game with Matron- she called it Poker- and Harry was betting actual money and he had already lost seventy-five pounds to her and then something strange happened he saw her memory of what cards she had and caught her cheating him to say he was angry when he found out was too tame but Matron easily won him over.
However, there were some things Harry wasn't the proudest about when it came to his powers.
He sometimes cheated.
Whenever he was losing a match at football he'd give the other team an "unlucky" streak. Balls went astray from goal, children fell while running and the referee didn't notice any obvious violations of regulations.
Harry wasn't proud of it but he wasn't incapable of using it due to pride but it always came second in thought process to his skill which.
Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake, it was a Boa Constrictor from Brazil.
Harry read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo.
He wouldn't have been surprised if the snake had died of boredom itself - no
company except for stupid people disturbing it all day long.
The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes piercing into Harry's mind. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's, the snake wasn't even perturbed at the boy's presence almost seeming to have sensed him beforehand.
It winked at Harry an amused glint in its eyes
Harry stared.
Something interesting did happen.
He looked quickly around to see if anyone was watching. They weren't any onlookers. He looked back at the snake and winked, too. The snake looked at him and hissed, "You look as bored as me."
"I know," Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure the snake could hear him. "It must be really annoying to be stuck here day in day out."
The snake nodded sadly.
"But a gentleman must get used to it or it may make an animal lose its sanity." the snake's tone was depressing.
Trying to lighten the mood, Harry replied: "I didn't know snakes could be gentlemen."
Replying "Some of us pride ourselves on our genius you know."
"Really," Harry mused "I wonder what you use your genius for?" Harry asked with a smile.
"A lot more interesting things if I could get out of here," It said shaking its head.
"You want to escape?" Harry questioned.
"Is there something wrong with the notion."
"No, it just doesn't seem gentlemanly to me," Harry smirked.
The snake could do nothing but give a huff.
The conversation was about to continue once more but there was a smashing of glass and the sound came from over on the other side. Harry rushed knowing that was where he had left the others.
In front of the shattered glass stood David with an angry glare while Stan sat on the floor cowering in fear.
Harry immediately began to clear the mess. He was used to things breaking when David got angry and very used to seeing Stan get his comeuppance.
He fixed the glass quickly using the same kind of strangeness he used to keep his glasses in top shape.
Looking for any cameras- he saw none, witnesses- a little girl who he gave a wink, and for those who came to check what had happened he pretended as of if nothing happened and with no physical damage it was as if nothing had happened.
After laying low for a minute harry dragged both boys out of the reptile area and towards the petting zoo. When he came across Matron he asked if she could take them but in turn, she replied the bus was already here so they may as well go early. When they got home Matron took Stan to the side while Harry took David.
"Why did you two start a fight now?" Harry asked with a sigh.
"He deserved it," David replied, "when you left he kept on acting like a git insulting people and even hitting the glass so I told him to stop."
"He didn't take kindly to that did he?" Harry didn't even need confirmation but was still given it in the form of a nod.
He exhaled hard.
"I know he provoked you but there was no need to stoop to his level," Harry began to ponder, "you're grounded for a week."
"But that isn't fair Harry!"
"You caused more damage than he did."
"I couldn't help it!"
"Haven't I been teaching you how to control it?"
"It just got let out of control that once."
"Then this week should make it easier for you to be more in control."
With this, David ran up to his room stomping his feet in frustration.
Harry couldn't help but sigh.
He'd learned to live with those who he didn't like for almost eight years, and they were terrible years.
Ever since he'd been a baby and his parents
had died in that car crash, He was stuck with that abusive family yet he always stuck with them out of necessity.
This experience had made him able to bear people no matter who. And Harry found it hard to tolerate some things people did.
A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping with his relatives after asking in a deep shade of embarrassment if he knew the man, his aunt had rushed them out of the shop without buying anything.
Although he still got blamed for what had happened.
A wild-looking old woman dressed all in green, a very strange colour, had waved merrily at him once on a bus. And then just kept taking glances at Harry as if she was infatuated with him to say Harry was unnerved at the fifty-year-old woman's looks was an understatement.
Another time a bald man in a very long the purple coat had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day and then walked away without a word. The snide comments Hannah gave calling him jailbait hadn't helped the situation.
The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look.
Harry hated the people who did those things, they didn't have any consideration about how irritated their actions left him feeling only satisfying their sick pleasure.
But the most interesting thing was that the time his relatives had come into contact with people like them was that they were 'one of his parent's lot'.
From when he was young he had never been able to remember being in the car when his parents had died and he was in the car that was how he got the scar, however, he was only fifteen months old at the time so maybe he was asking for too much.
Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his old cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding a flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead but he never pondered on it after leaving the Durs...
He couldn't remember his parents at all. His relatives never spoke about them, and of course, he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.
When he had been younger, Harry had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened, but this orphanage was enough.
