Edited 04/28/2020
Two months had passed since his battle with the Capper creature. The neighborhood was a ghost town. All the houses on the street had been abandoned even Ms. Fig was gone.
Petunia had taken over the duty of feeding the cats. She was busy now trimming their claws and cutting the burs from their coats. Using the funds left from Vernon's account she paid the water, electric, and food bills.
No police came to investigate the disappearances. Families didn't move into the empty houses. And the potholes in Private drive weren't repaired. Harry hadn't seen a car pass by their street since the mass disappearance.
The body on the street rotted there but no scavengers approached it.
In two months, Harry was able to raise his cultivation base to the midway point of refinery's second stage. His current method of cultivation wasn't conducive to rapid advancement. The knowledge he had was based on reincarnation not severing.
What he needed was a localized essence well. He wasn't yet desperate enough to make one. The sacrifice of hundreds of lives was against his morals. What he needed to do was sow karma and then reap it. With that in mind he had an idea.
"I don't see why I have to be your shofar." Aunt Petunia muttered.
"I'm too small to reach the peddles and running the distance to the Surrey Police Station would ruin my clothes." Harry said.
"We have no income every quid we spend is gone forever." Petunia reminded him.
"You could always use your nights to earn coin as a customer service rep. Its honest work." Harry replied. In the back of his mind, he had plans to start his own customer service union using corpse puppets. With the secret of cultivation spreading as it surely was, he needed to jump on it.
"I've filled out some applications, but I have no work experience. I can't even gain weight and go on welfare." Petunia complained.
She parked in visitor parking and turned the car off to save fuel. With the icy runes carved in her body from the cult the summer sun had little effect. This close to her Harry felt chilly.
"Then find someone you like kill him and I'll raise them as a puppet. You have my permission to kill them. Don't damage the brain or leave any evidence behind. Check for security cameras and avoid them whenever possible. If you are caught, then self-destruct." Harry ordered.
"I'm not human anymore at all. I'll be like this forever." Petunia said.
"Oh no poor you you're immortal, inexhaustible, and possess your full personality. Truly the gods aren't fair." Harry said.
"You don't have to act like that." Petunia protested.
"No, I have to actively try. Don't worry, I'll get better, it'll become natural." Harry retorted.
Harry walked into the police station looking around until he saw a familiar face. An officer walked in with a new firearm on his belt. He looked down carrying a tray of coffee with him. Harry approached the constable.
"Hello sir, I'm Harry Potter, I was hoping you could help me." Harry said.
The man turned to him. In moments the officer's eyes widened. Harry knew the man recognized him and he wanted to play off that.
"I have something to confess. I would prefer to do so privately." Harry knew he couldn't take a large group. More than a single person's attention on him would be too much.
Minutes later Harry was seated across from the constable. The man took out a tape recorder and placed it on the table.
"This is to ensure we're both honest. You may begin whenever you are ready." The constable said.
"Officer Brady, my name is Harry Potter and I am a wizard." The officer quirked his brow when Harry lifted a finger. Three green orbs of sever all appeared rotating around his fingertip. Instead of glowing brightly Harry had them dim themselves. At his command one stretched out and cut a paper-thin line in the steel table. After three cuts he pulled a triangle from the table.
"Don't be alarmed this is merely what I am. There are many of us in the mother land. We even have a rather famous boarding school. I'm afraid what I am has little to do with why I'm here. To tell this story properly this is the minimum you must understand." Harry said. "I am a wizard and a British citizen. I was born Harry James Potter in saint Mungos Hospital." Harry said.
The officer's mouth was wide open. He closed it lit a fag and sucked deeply.
"Is there no magical law enforcement of any kind? There must at least be a specialist unit for this kind of situation." Officer Brady said.
"Of course, there must be, and they exist, but this isn't a magical problem. It has nothing to do with my reaction when you startled me in that back alley." Harry said.
"My ribs have only just mended. Lad you have a mean elbow, are all wizards that strong?" Officer Brady questioned.
"It's complicated, I'll send you a journal that will set you on the path to obtaining similar strength. We can make a gentlemen's club out of it." Harry sighed. "Let's get back on topic. I'll answer your questions after my warning."
"Go on then tell me more about the world. Reality is so tattered what's one more revelation." Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"The rest of my family were killed by a cult that worships some type of god. It isn't Christian, I know that for sure. They also abducted the entire population of private drive." Harry paused unsure. He didn't get it out right.
"It started with a book given to my uncle by a man called Mr. Capper. He dressed like a captain of industry from the 1920s, has a cane, and is a mass of tentacles manipulating a corpse. My uncle eagerly took a contract from them to develop drills. They introduced their religion through a cursed book." Harry paused and looked to the man. He had a notepad out and was writing furiously. Only when he finished did he look up.
"How long ago did this occur?" Officer Brady asked.
"Do you believe me, or have I been wasting my time?" Harry asked.
"I need all the information Mr. Potter. Once you've given me every detail, I can begin piecing it together. Can magic alter memories?"
"Absolutely, in more ways than you can possibly imagine. There are also more defenses to counter them than stars in the sky. If you learn from my journal, you'll gain some natural defense against such magic." Harry said.
"Why would you give that to me? If there is magical law enforcement, then why me?" Officer Brady asked.
"Because you are here on the ground. This is where they will infiltrate and take over. Once they have mundane society, they'll spill into the magical one. Once they have you, it's nearly impossible to return."
"What do you want me to do?" Officer Brady asked.
"Keep your head down and ears open. Put what you learn from the journals into practice and fight back. As you are now, it's impossible to resist them." Harry said.
"Keep me informed and send me those journals. Send them to this address." Harry nodded and wrote down the address.
He told the constable the rest of his story then stood up to leave.
"I have one more question. What happened to my gun?"
Harry turned around and smirked. He pulled the weapon from his suit and placed it on the desk in front of the officer.
"See you around constable." Harry said. "Oh, and stay away from the secretary, she's a witch. She might try and erase your memories."
It was the early July before he knew it, it would be his birthday. Then he'd go to Hogwarts and learn how to wizard.
"Hey aunt Petunia, what do wizards do?" Harry asked.
"Magic," She said as if he were slow. She started the car and pulled on to the highway.
"No, I mean do they have a greater purpose to the world?" Harry asked.
"You should have said what you meant. I don't know, they seem to cause trouble only with magic." Petunia said.
After completing the journals, Harry altered them with his own flare. Instead of basing it completely on reincarnation, he hinted heavily that a qi expert should find their own path. Once they were finished, he sent them to constable Brady.
With his original task finished, he sealed himself off in his room to meditate. His mind focused on spreading out and gathering more essence than ever. Instead of just pulling in the essence around him, he came up with a new strategy. He spun his cultivation base. It wasn't by a lot, but he managed to increase his essence absorption by 1.5 times. His focus failed after that.
By his birthday, he was at the peak of the second stage and in a bottleneck. His passive qi absorption was greater than ever. His current physical strength was around 2.8 horses. Currently, he could create four orbs of sever all.
It had been a month and he needed to bathe. Filth covered his body worse than ever. After his shower he heard a knock at the door.
He cautiously made his way downstairs only for the door to fly off the hinges. "My door," Aunt Petunia yelled.
A giant of a man with a mane of black frizzy hair stepped forward. Four orbs of sever all appeared around Harry as he prepared for a hard battle.
"Sorry about that. Dumbledore said you weren't receiving your letters. Now why is that you reckon." The giant of a man asked. He turned and glared at Petunia.
"She huffed, don't look at me, he could have opened one at any time." The giant man looked confused.
"Who are you sir?" Harry said. The green orbs at his back were dimmed and ready to flash to blind this man if needed.
"Oh, how rude of me Harry. Rubius Hagrid is my name. I'm the grounds keeper of Hogwarts. That's an interesting bit of wandless magic. Your parents would be proud." Hagrid said. Petunia shook with barely held back rage. If not for Harry's control over her she'd have attacked Hagrid.
"Why didn't you do anything? My husband and son were killed, the whole neighborhood is gone because you didn't help. Harry could have died, and you wouldn't have known." Petunia accused.
"What?" Hagrid said.
"Hagrid it's like this." Harry explained the situation.
"Blimey Harry, I didn't know Fig didn't say anything. If Dumbledore had known." Hagrid said anger in his voice.
"I doubt even your great headmaster could have predicted tentacled body snatchers." Petunia scoffed.
Hagrid raised a finger about to reprimand her when Harry waved his hand. "She's right, no one no matter how great could have predicted this. It isn't that the headmaster dropped the ball, it's that this isn't normal. Or have you heard of something like this happening?" Harry asked.
"No Harry, I can't say I have. Ms. Fig should have reported something." Hagrid said.
"Well who do we report this to? This is an act of war from an alien group." Harry said.
"I'd only trust the headmaster with this." Hagrid said. Harry nodded slowly unsure of where this was going.