Bad Language in this chapter and hints at future plot points.
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Death
By: Sadistic Angel
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"Is that him?"
"I think so. A little scrawny."
"Hell yeah, young too. I thought they didn't take any new ones till at least ten."
"Well Ice got bought when she was nine, but she was an exception."
"You mean that..thing..she can do?"
"Yep. Some kind of freaky mutancy or something."
"...wait, you think that kid can too??"
"Why else would they bring him in?"
"He's looking at us....shit, those eyes give me the creeps...Think he heard us?"
"Nah. C'mon, we'll find out more from Jake. He knows everything here, almost before the trainers."
Harry watched the two kids turn and walk away. They looked about twelve or thirteen. Much bigger than him. He returned his silent attention to the man standing next to him. He kept his grip on Harry's hand, but it seemed more to keep him from running off than for reassurence.
A short man with deep blond hair walked over, frowning at Harry.
"I hope you know what you're doing Jacob. We've never had anyone this young, what if he can't handle it?"
"He will. The reading we got on him was phenonomal."
The Blond man startled. "Higher than Janet?" 'Jacob' snorted. "Ice's rating wasn't a spit in the ocean compared to this kid." The blond man looked back at Harry, quickly re-assesing him.
"What's with the eyes?"
Jacob frowned uneasily. "We don't know. They were a deep green when we found him. After the addition administered by his relitives, they just changed."
"Too much?"
"Impossible. We gave them the correct dosage to use, and that Vernon scum was too obsessed with the money, he wouldn't go against our instructions. We re-tested him on the way. If anything, the rating has climbed higher."
"Very dangerous when he's older."
"All the more reason to train him now."
The two men locked gazes. After a moment, the blond looked aside.
"You're the boss, Jacob. I just hope you know what you're doing."
He jerked a head at Harry.
"He gotta name?"
Blue eyes looked at Harry consideringly.
"His name is what he is. Orphen."
The blond shrugged. "Whatever. Better than re-naming Janet 'Ice'. Follow me Orphen."
And with that, he turned and strode away. Jacob released Harry's hand and the small boy hesitated only a second before hurrying after the new man.
Back at the doorway, a second man leant within the shadows and swore softly. "Christ Jacob. That kid scares the shit out of me. Doesn't talk unless asked a direct question. And now his eyes are red? Why the fuck you pick him up?"
Jacob didn't turn.
"Would you rather face him later, when he's fully trained and working for Triolcais?"
Silence.
"I didn't think so. All we can do is leave him here for as much training as possible." He turned and put his hat back on his head, walking outside. "And pray to God he doesn't kill everyone in the camp before we're finished."
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Four Months later
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"Alright everybody. Shut up and listen up."
Obediently, the kids of all ages settled back down in their seats.
Roul glared at them for a few more seconds, untill there was dead silence.
"As most of you have heared by now, there is a new student. He's here to show you pathetic little shits just what a real fighter is capable of." Roul beckoned to a figure outside the door. Hesitantly, and a little wobbly, a young boy walked into the main area. Murmers raced around the room, exclaiming over his size and age.
"This brat is supposed to be better than us?" One boy asked arrogantly. He was fifteen, slim and athletic. Brown hair fell into his brown eyes as he sneered at the kid.
"Not supposed to be, Is."
Roul lied through his teeth. He had been instructed to push the kid into a confrontation only two days after he had been released from recovery. This was the best way to do it.
'Damn those bastards. He's just out of fucking surgery.' He thought savagely.
"This is Orphen. Orphen, take a seat and pay attention."
The black-haired child nodded and climbed the low steps right up to the back of the classroom, where he claimed a seat and sat with his eyes watching everything.
"Fuck man, where'd they find you?" A boy just infront of him, twisting around in his seat to get a closer look at the new kid. His light-green eyes studied the newcommer with more interest than amnosity.
Harry didn't know the answer, also didn't like the glares he was recieving from most of the class, so didn't answer. The boy infront of him shrugged and turned back, but Harry sensed he had irritated him.
The kid rubbed his right arm. His body was hurting all over, but there seemed to be a concentrated pain in his arm. He hadn't asked why he'd needed surgery (Dursley's first rule - Don't ask questions).
The teacher resumed his lecture on explosives, much of it going right over his head. One particularily large boy, the one who had spoken, kept glaring at him. A very lonely child switched on his desk's laptop and started learning his new trade.
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Don't worry, Harry will still be going to Hogwarts. This isn't _really_ an alternate timeline, as it all ties in with the books later on.
As from now on, it should be mostly written from the Hogwarts time.
Thankyou for reading, all reviews welcome.
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Death
By: Sadistic Angel
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"Is that him?"
"I think so. A little scrawny."
"Hell yeah, young too. I thought they didn't take any new ones till at least ten."
"Well Ice got bought when she was nine, but she was an exception."
"You mean that..thing..she can do?"
"Yep. Some kind of freaky mutancy or something."
"...wait, you think that kid can too??"
"Why else would they bring him in?"
"He's looking at us....shit, those eyes give me the creeps...Think he heard us?"
"Nah. C'mon, we'll find out more from Jake. He knows everything here, almost before the trainers."
Harry watched the two kids turn and walk away. They looked about twelve or thirteen. Much bigger than him. He returned his silent attention to the man standing next to him. He kept his grip on Harry's hand, but it seemed more to keep him from running off than for reassurence.
A short man with deep blond hair walked over, frowning at Harry.
"I hope you know what you're doing Jacob. We've never had anyone this young, what if he can't handle it?"
"He will. The reading we got on him was phenonomal."
The Blond man startled. "Higher than Janet?" 'Jacob' snorted. "Ice's rating wasn't a spit in the ocean compared to this kid." The blond man looked back at Harry, quickly re-assesing him.
"What's with the eyes?"
Jacob frowned uneasily. "We don't know. They were a deep green when we found him. After the addition administered by his relitives, they just changed."
"Too much?"
"Impossible. We gave them the correct dosage to use, and that Vernon scum was too obsessed with the money, he wouldn't go against our instructions. We re-tested him on the way. If anything, the rating has climbed higher."
"Very dangerous when he's older."
"All the more reason to train him now."
The two men locked gazes. After a moment, the blond looked aside.
"You're the boss, Jacob. I just hope you know what you're doing."
He jerked a head at Harry.
"He gotta name?"
Blue eyes looked at Harry consideringly.
"His name is what he is. Orphen."
The blond shrugged. "Whatever. Better than re-naming Janet 'Ice'. Follow me Orphen."
And with that, he turned and strode away. Jacob released Harry's hand and the small boy hesitated only a second before hurrying after the new man.
Back at the doorway, a second man leant within the shadows and swore softly. "Christ Jacob. That kid scares the shit out of me. Doesn't talk unless asked a direct question. And now his eyes are red? Why the fuck you pick him up?"
Jacob didn't turn.
"Would you rather face him later, when he's fully trained and working for Triolcais?"
Silence.
"I didn't think so. All we can do is leave him here for as much training as possible." He turned and put his hat back on his head, walking outside. "And pray to God he doesn't kill everyone in the camp before we're finished."
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Four Months later
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"Alright everybody. Shut up and listen up."
Obediently, the kids of all ages settled back down in their seats.
Roul glared at them for a few more seconds, untill there was dead silence.
"As most of you have heared by now, there is a new student. He's here to show you pathetic little shits just what a real fighter is capable of." Roul beckoned to a figure outside the door. Hesitantly, and a little wobbly, a young boy walked into the main area. Murmers raced around the room, exclaiming over his size and age.
"This brat is supposed to be better than us?" One boy asked arrogantly. He was fifteen, slim and athletic. Brown hair fell into his brown eyes as he sneered at the kid.
"Not supposed to be, Is."
Roul lied through his teeth. He had been instructed to push the kid into a confrontation only two days after he had been released from recovery. This was the best way to do it.
'Damn those bastards. He's just out of fucking surgery.' He thought savagely.
"This is Orphen. Orphen, take a seat and pay attention."
The black-haired child nodded and climbed the low steps right up to the back of the classroom, where he claimed a seat and sat with his eyes watching everything.
"Fuck man, where'd they find you?" A boy just infront of him, twisting around in his seat to get a closer look at the new kid. His light-green eyes studied the newcommer with more interest than amnosity.
Harry didn't know the answer, also didn't like the glares he was recieving from most of the class, so didn't answer. The boy infront of him shrugged and turned back, but Harry sensed he had irritated him.
The kid rubbed his right arm. His body was hurting all over, but there seemed to be a concentrated pain in his arm. He hadn't asked why he'd needed surgery (Dursley's first rule - Don't ask questions).
The teacher resumed his lecture on explosives, much of it going right over his head. One particularily large boy, the one who had spoken, kept glaring at him. A very lonely child switched on his desk's laptop and started learning his new trade.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Don't worry, Harry will still be going to Hogwarts. This isn't _really_ an alternate timeline, as it all ties in with the books later on.
As from now on, it should be mostly written from the Hogwarts time.
Thankyou for reading, all reviews welcome.