Chapter 2
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Harry's POV
Once I left Hogwarts and left my old life behind I decided that the best way to restart my life was to go live in another place. Far, far, far away from England. Where there's no Voldemort and no deatheaters. No dangers waiting to happen. No one after me every minute of the day. Somewhere where I could live a normal and peaceful life without hiding behind my friends every second. So I decided that I would go to live in New York. I had just enough money to buy myself one ticket to New York. The flight was quite boring. I didn't have enough money for food, so I couldn't get anything to eat or drink. So I decided to have a sleep. For probably the first time in my life I didn't have a single dream, which I thought was a bit weird, but I shrugged it off. When I woke the plane was descending. I got excited and thought in my mind 'here's to a new life, a new beginning.'
The reason I chose New York was kind of unknown to me. It just felt right I guess. It was like New York was calling my name or something. But he decided to follow the feeling because there are no death eaters or Voldemort in New York. When I got to New York I realised something, I didn't know anyone who lived in New York so I couldn't stay with them while I stayed here so I ended up having to live as a street kid. Living as a street kid wasn't that hard for me because I had practically been living like one my whole life. The Dursley's torturing actually came in handy for once in my life. I lived as a street kid for 3 weeks, finding all my food in dumpsters and rubbish bins. Drinking out of rivers, lakes, taps and fountains. I was lying down on a park bench in Central Park when I looked up and saw an apartment on fire. I ran to where I first saw the fire, I had my wand out ready, just in case. I felt a bit like a detective of some kind, investigating the crime scene. About to solve the mystery.
When I got there I saw something that I did not expect one bit. I saw a boy that could have been my twin for all I knew. He had black hair, like me. Green eyes like me. The only thing different was that he looked a bit older than me, maybe by 1 or 2 years. He was sitting on the ground in front of 2 bodies. One was a woman and one was a man. He was crying very loudly, which made me guess that these might have been close relatives or something on the lines of that. The woman had scratches and bruises all over her body. She had two long wounds along her chest in the shape of an X. She was bleeding heavily. The man next to her wasn't much better. He had the same X along his chest, but he had one long gash long the side of his face. I felt sorry for the boy that was probably mourning over their bodies. I wanted to know what terrible thing would kill and torture these people.
I slowly approach the boy to ask him what happened to the dead couple. Well I suspected that they were a couple because why else would they be together in the first place. Then as quick as lightning the boy turned around and had a sword to my neck. I couldn't register what just happened. I was so scared of what would happen to me if he decided to get rid of me. One swift move, one quick stabbing motion and I would be dead just like the couple on the floor. I didn't move a muscle, I didn't even breathe. I couldn't blink, I couldn't swallow. I was completely useless, even with my wand. Something told me that I shouldn't even try to reach my wand because he was stronger and stuff and would kill me in an instant.
While he was glaring at me with tears in his eyes from crying, a black vortex appears beside us. I didn't notice it at first because I was too scared to move my head the slightest bit. I guess the boy didn't notice either because he was either too busy glaring at me or he couldn't see through the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes. A man had stepped out, still without us noticing. Then he coughed to get our attention. I guess he had been waiting there for a while. This man was dressed in a black suit. Very formal, I probably looked like a hobo or something compared to him. But then I realised that I kind of was a hobo. Considering I live on the street. He had dark black hair with midnight black eyes. He gave off this aura that meant something like 'I could kill you with the wave of my hand' type of feel. He was intimidating but at the same time friendly. He had a smile on his face, which was so bright that I could barely see. I was kind of scared of him. He said, "I am Chaos, creator of the world and practically everything." The boy gasped and kneeled down in front of him. I should probably follow his example because if the boy could take me out with a sword in about half a second then this guy must be extremely powerful for the boy to kneel for him. So I knelt and paid my respect to the stranger too.