It was a cool and slightly breezy night, a figure appeared outside the building and walked inside of the orphanage gates. The figure was holding a bundle wrapped up in the figures arms, carrying it to the orphanage step. The figure knelt down and placed a baby boy, wrapped up in a blue blanket, on the concrete step, with a white envelope and a pendant. The figure stood up, banged on the door and quickly left the orphanage, without even a glance back at the one week old baby. It was nearly two minutes later that the door was opened, by a middle aged woman. She knelt down and picked the baby boy up, shaking her head at the thought that someone could leave a child so young, at an orphanage. She kicked the door closed and looked at the white envelope, the woman looked down at the child, who was sleeping peacefully with a pendant clutching in his little hands and laid him down in one of the cribs, she then opened the envelope and read that his name was Vito Mara Harrison, she kept reading and discovered that the person who had left him here, could not look after him as the boys father had been killed only a month ago. She shook her head sadly, thinking about the life he will probably end up having. As she looked down at the baby she noted that he was a very beautiful boy, with black silky hair and angelic looking features. She was pulled out of studying Vito, by the sound of a baby crying, with a last glance at Vito, she went to take care of the other babies in the orphanage.
The staff at the orphanage discovered that Vito was a very quiet child, he never really cried or made a lot of noise like other children his age. A lot of the woman who worked there took a shine to Vito, but found themselves over looking the baby, as he was so quiet most of the time. As the years went by, different staff came and went, quiet Vito was over looked more and more as other babies and children were more vocal about what they wanted. At three years of age, Vito had only spoken a couple of times, but nobody seemed to noticed, the orphanage was over crowded and under staffed. It wasn't until a new boss came in, that things at the orphanage got worse.
She was strict and nasty, loved to shout and scream and was easily pissed off. The children stayed well clear of her if they could. When Vito got there it wasn't a bad orphanage, a bit scruffy around the edges, but other then that it was fine. But four years on, it was going under, the orphanage had been investigated for abuse numerous occasions, but nothing was every found. It wasn't until the boss hired a man by the name John riley, that's thing went from bad to worse.
The man was abusive and cruel and more to the younger children than the old. From the first day he arrived he sent his sights on the then five year old Vito Mara Harrison, the loner who liked to read and lay alone under his bed and never seemed to talk. Vito was beaten, while the others did nothing, maybe they were scared or were just glad it wasn't them. As the boss and the older children did nothing to protect Vito, the five years old anger built. His hatred for them gathered inside of him, every time he screamed out and they just stood by, his anger increased.
The boss enjoyed it, she enjoyed the power, and the control she had. What she thought she had over Vito and the other children. It wasn't until a year later and nearly two years of abuse for Vito, did she realise her mistake. On a cool night, the orphanage went up in flames, burning the building to the ground. It was a mystery who done it and how it was done. After putting out the fire that killed nearly everyone inside, they found out that the door were locked from the outside, but how?. That was the question that baffled the police, there was no locks outside the doors yet they couldn't open them, why?. Vito and the survivors where taken to different orphanage, it wasn't even a year later that, that one burned to the ground as well.
Vito was moved four more times and in all four occasions they were also burned down. It wasn't until the seventh placement that Vito was stopped, he was found lighting fire to a curtain in his room, with a match. You'd think that they would put it together and realise that Vito might have been the one to burn down all those building and kill all those people, but the funny thing is. They didn't. At nine years of age, he was placed into a mental institution, they placed him there because they thought that he was coping the real killer.
Vito found it quit amusing, it was a week into his stay that they diagnosed him as mute, he didn't correct them and tell them that he wasn't mute, he just didn't like to talk. Vito spent two years there, getting so called help. They asked him about what he thought about his parents and other crap that Vito, didn't care about. The black haired boy had always known that he was different, not special, just different. He didn't much care for other peoples company, especially children his own age. He found them boring and lacking in intelligents.
When they had made him spend time with children his own age, the end result of it was that he felt like killing himself there and then. They never tried again and for that Vito was grateful for. It was on is eleventh birthday that he got a letter, delivered by an owl. Most children when told they are a wizard would be thrilled and excited, Vito was unsure about it, he didn't like to talk and hated children his own age. He was taken by a witch that ran the home he was staying in to get his supplies. On the day of a new term at Hogwarts Vito stood on the platform, just staring at the train, ignoring and not caring about the people around him. He already new what he would see, mothers and fathers saying there goodbyes to there brats.
He wasn't jealous or at all sad, for as long as he could remember he never cared about who his parents were. With his head tipping to the side slightly and his black mid night hair falling across his face, he studied the train, completely ignoring his guardian talking none stop next to him.
He could never understand why people had to talk so much about nothing. He felt a hand going though his hair and his guardian telling him he should have had it cut, Vito liked his long black messy hair, that went nearly down to his ribs. The hand pulling though his hair had pulled him out of studying the train which made him irritated with her, he looked around the platform looking for something to entertain himself, hoping that someone would fall in front of a moving train, now that was entertainment, well to Vito anyway.
He was about to look back to the train, when a man dressed in rich robes with past the shoulder length blonde hair, standing next to a boy that looked a year older than him and was the spitting image of the older man. Vito figured out quit quickly that he was feared for some reason, with the way that people avoided them, the man met his gaze dead on, Vito tilted his head to the side slightly and began to study the man. When the man stared back, the boy swore he saw a flash of surpise and something else that Vito missed as it disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The man looked away and said good bye to his son. Vito only thought about what just happened for a few minutes, not really caring about what was going on with the blonde haired man. He was pulled out of his head by his guardian telling him to hurry up and get on the train. He bordered the train, without a word to the woman and found an empty compartment.
It was half way though his journey that a nervous boy with a toad walked in and asked if he could seat here. Vito nodded his head and went back to reading one of his school books that he already knew of by heart. The boy introduced himself, as Neville longbottom, he asked question and got no answers in reply. Vito found himself amused by the nervous boy, so got out a piece of paper and wrote his name, as well as writing down that he was mute. Neville nodded in understanding and started to blubber apologies. Vito shook them off and went back to his book, both of them sat in a confortable silence all the way to Hogwarts.
They both departed the train side by side, with the rest of the students, Vito walked on when a girl and three boys came and started to talk to Neville. He walked with the other first year, not at all nevours and more than a bit bored. They were taken to the castle by a half giant, who Vito didn't get the name of, as he zoned out.
They were loaded into boats and met by professor McGonagall, she gave them intructions and after a five minute wait, they were all shown into the great hall for the sorting. He stood there only half listening, as the hat sang his silly song, Vito's mind started to wonder if the headmaster would notices if he burned the hat. He was pulled out of his thoughts by, professor McGonagall calling names. He waited patiently for his name to be called, it didn't take long for his name to be called. He calmly walked up to the stool with grace and took a seat, the hat was placed on his head and his only worry was that he hoped the hat wouldn't mess up his hair. It took nearly five minutes for the hat to finally call out the name raven claw, he heard clapping and calmly took his seat at the table. He didn't listen to the rest of the sorting more intreasted in zoning out and blocking out the loud noises. It felt like forever but the sorting was finally over, after which Dumbledore said the school rules and gave a speech. Food appeared in front of every student and everyone tucked in, except Vito who spent most of dinner staring at the food, he had never been a big eating and only ate once or twice a day.
The food was cleared and they were showed to their rooms, they were told the password and there head of house gave a quick speech. Nobody noticed Vito hadn't spoke a word or that he had a mad glint in his eyes when staring at the fire in the common room.
People in Vito house learned fast that he was a so called mute and didn't like to be around people for to long. He spent most of his time avoiding people and the other times reading under his bed. other people called him weird, others just ignored him. He didn't mind either way. Those who did try and get him to speak or called him names, normally got the middle finger and the words fuck you on a piece of paper. The other students also learnt that he might be mute, but that didn't stop him from being rebellious and a force to be reckoned with. He got away with things others wouldn't and stalked out of classes when he was being taught stuff he already knew.
By second year people left him alone, which he was greatfull for, he thought that he went unnoticed and blended in with the shadows, what he didn't realise was that every time he walked into a room, all the occupants had to glance at him, not even they knew why. Some where jeoulous, others where curious about him and others just thought he was hot. Vito never really paid any attention to the people around him, normally lost in thought or reading a book while walking to his next class. what he didn't relise was that, by third year at Hogwarts and thirteen years old, he was being noticed by three slytherin's, after being seen with Daphne greengrass a student and member of slytherin house.
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