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Chapter 2
"I don't believe it. Smashing pie over your friends head just because he teased you. I expected much better than you, Harry." Mrs. Jones was screaming at the two kids in her office. One was bulky looking blond boy, and other was small and skinny boy with untamed black hair.
"But Mrs. Jones, I swear I didn't do it. I wasn't even near the pie." Harry reply, truthfully. He was nowhere near the pie, but was wishing to dump the pie over his head, just to humiliate him. And the same thing happened.
"Harry, stop lying. Everyone said you two had an argument." Mrs. Jones was screaming at top of her lungs. Harry knew if he argued now, he can get severe punishment. So, he kept his moth shut.
Seeing the boy didn't argued back, the matron continued, "It is not good to attack back everytime Harry. Sometimes, you should keep a low profile. You are such a bright child, but I hate it when you do something like this."
The blond boy smirked, enjoying the fact that his pie-dumper was squirming. Mrs. Jones saw this.
"And you," she turned to the older boy, "Who gave you the right to start teasing others. What on earth were you thinking? This is not the first time…"
Harry tuned them out. He knew Mrs. Jones would rant for next ten minutes and then send both of them in their rooms. It didn't worry Harry. What worried him the most is today's incident. It wasn't the first time something weird happened around him. Whenever he got scared or angry, things happened. Once, he was running late to his class thanks to school bullies who decided it was the right time to torment Harry. He only had two minutes to reach there, whereas the way took more than five minutes. The teacher was strict too, as he never allowed anyone to enter the class after the bell. He was running fast and the next thing he knew he was in his seat. And the very next minute, teacher entered the class. Thankfully, no one noticed, except himself.
Another time, one of the boys at orphanage decided it was a great idea to paint his face with red and black permanent colours, and the colours take at least a week to get off. The whole night, Harry was worried about his classmate's reactions the next day. And when he woke up, the colour was gone. The group of bullies were shocked.
And then there was today's incident. He wished the pie to smash in the boy's head, and it did.
Harry was confused, very confused.
"Harry, you may go now. And make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Yes, Mrs. Jones."
Harry knew Mrs. Jones favoured him. She always gave him presents on his birthday and Christmas. Infact, she was the general mother figure around here. She was strict, very strict, but there were very few kids like himself whom she shows her softer side.
Harry was living in this orphanage for the past ten years. Mrs. Jones told him his uncle left him here, saying his parents died in a car crash. Harry didn't like the description of his uncle. He sounded like a mean and rude person. And he didn't even give details to the orphanage, saying he doesn't even know his name. It was thanks to the clothes Harry was wearing which had his first name sewn on it that the matrons came to know his first name, Harry. One of the kids here, who had left the orphanage since she turned eighteen, gave him his last name- Wright. Harry personally thought it doesn't suit his first name at all, but he let it go.
Harry entered his room, more like a small 3-D cube painted in white and having a bed, a study table and a closet. He closed the door, locking it from inside. If one thing he learnt in orphanage, it is that to never sleep with the door unlocked. Anyone could get inside and paint his face or steal his stuff. Better be safe than sorry. He felt sticky from the maple syrup dumped on his shirt after he dumped the pie. He walked towards the closet. The closet had a mirror on its door, in which he stared at himself. He had bright green eyes and really dark black hair. It made his pale skin look paler. But what was the most unique feature was a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. It was brownish, but looked red thanks to his pale complexion. He had this scar since he was quiet young. Mrs. Jones thought it was because of the car accident his parents died in. But when he stared at his scar and concentrated, he can see a flash of green light. Although he didn't know what green light has to do with car accidents, but he had a gut feeling it has something to do with his parent's death.
Sighing, Harry opened his closet, to change in his night clothes, when he saw his child clothes. Mrs. Jones was kind enough to let him keep the clothes he came in the orphanage. It was the only thing to keep him aware that there used to be life for him, before the orphanage. He touched the fabric, which was very soft and smooth. It was clearly expensive. Harry often wondered just what sort of people his parents were. Were they one of those rich and rude people, or were they one of those hard-working and modest kind of people.
Well, however they were, I'd never know them.
James potter, former auror and current professor of Defence against the Dark Arts, was sitting in the staff room of Hogwarts. All the teachers were waiting for Prof. McGonagall to give them the list of muggleborn students to introduce them to wizarding world.
"James, you are supposed to escort Mr. Wright tomorrow, here's the address." McGonagall informed the DADA teacher, handling him a piece of parchment.
"Wait, tomorrow! Tomorrow I was supposed to go with Sirius, Niall and Lily to diagon alley to shop for Niall's school stuff." James protested. He was waiting for this day quiet a long time. His son finally got his Hogwarts letter yesterday. "Can't I go day after tomorrow, please."
"No, Mr. Potter. I am sure you would somehow manage." She gave him with the same scolding look she gave when he was a student.
"Now, Fillius…"
James sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with 'Minnie' McGonagall. He was just wondering how he was going to break this news to his son.
As soon as James stepped in his house, a flash of black attacked him, almost making him fall back.
"Calm down, Prongslet. Let your father sit down first." The voice of his best mate came from somewhere in the house.
James smiled at his son, ruffling his hair, and walked towards the kitchen, with Niall following him. There he saw his wife along with Sirius.
"You are here, again, Sirius." James asked his best friend, placing his cloak on the dining table.
"James, don't put the cloak here." Lily waved her wand at the cloak, making it disappear.
"Sorry."
Sirius and Niall chuckled.
"Uncle Sirius decided to grace us with his presence for this dinner." Niall answered for Sirius.
"Oh really, grace us with presence, huh. Are you making chicken tonight, Lily?" James asked his wife, already knowing the answer.
Giggling, Lily answered in affirmative.
"Yes, so what?" Sirius said, scowling. "I happen to like your wives cooking, big deal. Anyways, at what time should I come here tomorrow?"
"Yeah, umm…about tomorrow…" and James said everything to his family.
"I am so, so sorry Niall, I really wanted to take you tomorrow." James looked at his son.
"Well, I am sure we can go day after tomorrow." Lily looked at her son too, who looked like he had an amazing idea.
"Well, I have an idea. You bring your student and I'll go with mom and uncle-" Niall was soon stopped by his father.
"No, Niall. I want to be there when you buy your school stuff."
"Dad, listen to me. You bring the student. Mom and Sirius will take me to Diagon Alley and we all can shop together. He will get comfortable with us, and I will get a new friend too. I don't want to befriend that Weasley as Dumbledore wants. Please…" he gave his father the wounded puppy look.
His father smiled.
"How my son did get so mature?" he ruffled his son's hair, who huffed. "What do you say Lily, Sirius?"
"I have no problem." She said.
"Neither do I. But I am still going to the Quidditch shop wit you all." Sirius replied.
"Of course," Niall said, "he will get a good introduction to Quidditch with you two."
"its set then, he will shop with us tomorrow." James said a big smile on his face.
"Stop calling the kid 'he' James. What is his name?" Lily asked.
James took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.
"His name is…" James eyes widened a bit.
Niall took the parchment from his father's hand.
"Harry Wright."
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