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Chapter 2: Early Years

Orphanage(one year later)

People walked or drove past the Oliver Twist Voluntary Orphanage much as they did every day, with even looking at it. Inside the building on the second floor was a ten year old girl helping to dress a two year old boy. The girl had dirty blond hair and brown eyes with a button nose a slightly thin lips. She was a little over four foot tall though it was hard to tell since she was bobbing back and forth even as she helped put a shirt on a struggling two year old.

The shirt fell into place finally revealing messy black hair, sharp green eyes, and pouting lips. The two year old Harry Potter was pouting at his adopted big sister(self-appointed) as she almost danced back and forth with energy. "I can do this myself you know" he all but whispered. An how are you so energetic this morning Sarah" he finished just as quietly.

Sarah smiled softly as Harry spoke because he spoke very rarely. Most people at the orphanage thought that harry was mute because he almost never talked. When he did talk it was in a soft voice that you could only hear if it was quiet in the room. Other people thought that Harry was slow in the head because he did not act like other two year old's. The average two year old was either incapable of talking in whole sentences or to hyper-active to have a conversation longer than a few words.

Harry on the other hand preferred to sit in a corner and either read or observe the room quietly. Since she was his caretaker he slept on a cot in the same room as her and often he and she would stay awake and talk about what had happened during the day. This exercise, he told her, has so that he could review what happened that day to see if he missed interpreted any actions that other children took that he observed or detail that he missed in a book since the books he read were ones that she had given him to read. Sometimes during one of their talks she would use a word that Harry did not know and he would ask her to define the word for him to understand. This is the reason that she was unsurprised at his use of the word energetic, the word was one she used and explained to him a few days earlier.

Getting back to the matter at hand Sarah grabbed Harry's hand and and pulled him towards the door. "Mr. Barns has agreed that you are ready to begin learning how to learn the trick of the trade" she said proudly. Harry nodded in understanding as she continued "you will start in a controlled setting with the other orphans for the first year or until he decides that you are ready."

Bazaar(two years later)

The bazaar was full of people coming and going some buying some selling. It was not uncommon to see kids from the local families and orphanages running in and out of the crowds and today was no different. What the locals did suspect but could not determine was the there were thieves among the kid and who they were.

Harry sat on a box by one the corner stalls just inside an ally watching the coming and goings of the various people. Every now and then he would feel something brush against one of his sides but would not react to it or give off any form of surprise. Early on into his training with the other orphans they all learned that he could not pick a pocket to save his life. This of course initially greatly hampered the idea of him helping with the jobs. However, they quickly learned two things on his first actual day on the job just under a year ago. One he could spot a undercover bobby from a mile away(figuratively) and two he could run the wind.

Harry quickly picked up the newly made positions of overseer and vault. Any fellow thief from the orphanage knew to keep one eye on Harry at all times if he is not at his position then there is a bobby in the crowd. The vault job was that Harry's coat was specially designed my his sister to have zipper pockets. When you had enough loot you make a pit stop at Harry dropped off your load in a pocket and returned to the job.

Lately though business had been slow a few kids had been adopted or put into foster care. The biggest reason however was that a new gang had moved into the neighborhood and the were threatening peoples lives and way of living. One of Harry's few pet peeves was disrupting the flow of how thing are suppose to be. Luckily, the new gang was full of muscle bound idiots that had yet to realize that the children were the ones that where the thieves.

Bazaar(one year later)

A five year old Harry was walking with his sister in the early morning hours just as the various shops were opening. This was one of the reasons that their orphanage was not suspected as having thieves in it. Why would you send someone to shop at the stores only to have thieves come by later and steal things.

Harry was of an average height for a five year old. His hair was still as black and untamed as it was when he joined the orphanage. He walked with a slightly quickened pace so as to keep abreast of his partner.

Sarah on the other hand was turning into teenager quickly. At thirteen she was four foot six and already growing breast. Her hair had grown to above her mid back and was silky smooth. Her eyes were still a warm brown and glowing with life and laughter. Even as they walked past the stalls she was hopping around.

Abruptly, she stopped prancing around and seemed to go into a depression. "Have you heard about Bradly" she murmured? He disappeared from the orphanage earlier this week." Harry nodded his head in acknowledgment of her words. "Where do you think he is know" she asked?

"Considering that he is to big and heavy to work the business on his own he probably joined the gang" Harry replied. Harry had, after four years, finally gotten out of talking quietly. To her annoyance however, he still walked as quietly as ever, if not more so.

Sarah shivered at the possible implications that statement opened up, before putting out of her mind for the moment. Like a switch had been flipped she jumped from depressed to bubbly in an instant to the amusement of Harry and several nearby shop keeps.

Sarah and Harry were walking back to the orphanage with their purchases in hand when disaster struck. As they were walking by an ally way a hand shot out of the shadows and grabbed Sarah by the shoulder. She screamed in surprise and fear even as she was jerked into the ally. Without a thought Harry dropped his bags and rushed after his sister running into the darkness of the side ally. Making several runs around corners he follow the sounds of Sarah's screaming and struggling. Turning around the last corner he did not expect the arm that was in his way. The last thing that he remembered before being knocked unconscious was the face of Bradly looking down at him.

Location(unknown)

Harry groaned as he came to he jerked up as his memories caught up with him. He looked around and realized that the gang members had left him in the ally and took Sarah. He stumbled to his feet and rushed back out of the ally into the main street turning to rushing to the orphanage.

The smell of smoke spurred on his dash as his mind instantly went to the wost case scenario. He turned down the last street between him and the orphanage to see the very sight that he feared, the orphanage was burning. He fell backwards to the ground staring at the building as it burned. He saw people running around try to stop the fire from spreading.

Harry stood up and turned around to walk away when he heard a familiar scream. His eyes widened as he spun around and started to rush towards the building. One of the workers must of saw him heading towards the inferno because someone grabbed him from behind to stop him from reaching the building, and certain death. Tears fell from his eyes as he was dragged back by now two people, a testament to how desperately he was trying to get away. He was held there, crying, as he heard his sisters terrified voice screeching his name desperately from within the fire.

Redoubling his efforts to get to the building one of his retainers grew tired of his struggling and hit him in the back of the head. He immediately hit the ground unconscious from the blow. No one saw the faint red glow from the mans hand.

Harry woke up the next morning and looked around his sleeping place. He stiffened when the memories of the previous night. Tears returned to his eyes as he broke down and cried for the friends and family that he lost. He sat on the park bench he woke up on and cried for an hour. As his tears dried up a different face came to mind. Harry snarled in rage at the thought of Bradly and the gang that he joined. They would die he promised himself one day they will Pay

Unknown Location

An elderly man looked up from the papers on his desk and smiled as he felt the flow of destiny shift within magic itself. Although he was practically a squib, he still had the ability to feel magic itself and he had his knowledge and experience. The door opened and a cloaked man entered the room.

"I have retrieved the object you hid away" he spoke. The old man nodded his head and smiled to himself. "Good, good," The old man stated. Put it into your coat pocket and walk around London until it leaves your possession" he continued. Then follow it until it stops moving for the day," he finished. The cloaked man nodded reluctantly before leaving the room.

Yes I know that I am evil but I will be honestly I did not plan for the fire to happen but the story wrote itself I just put the words there.

I know that many of you will be saying that he is to young message me or review and I will answer to the best of my ability.

As always please read and review and if you have any questions I will be glad to hear them.

P.S. this chapter came out so fast because my muse drop-kicked me in the back of the head.