Harry Potter the Magical Prodigy

Chapter Two – Growing Up

The nurse who found Harry Potter was quite surprised to find the baby on the orphanage's doorstep. She wondered what kind of cruel father would do such a thing (she was a bit prejudiced to men) and hurriedly took the baby in to the medical ward. She handed the basket - sans magical letter which was dropped in the drive way of Number 4 Privet Drive and blown away in the wind to land on a lake far away lost forever - to Mother Linda. "Oh, Linda," Nurse Ingred exclaimed. "Look what I found right on our doorstep! What kind of cruel person would do such a thing, you think?"

"Why, that's a baby." Linda said, and took Harry in her arms. She was a big woman, very fat and very tall, had pale skin, hooked nose, rotting teeth, friendly eyes and big teets which she let the baby Harry suck on. Baby Harry looked pleased.

"Ingred, go tell Mr. White about this at once." She said.

Ingred was a short and skinny woman, a direct contrast to the motherly Linda. She obeyed meekly. "Okay, Linda. But you tell me all about this baby right here. Oh and let me pick the name please."

Linda nodded absently as she rocked the baby, who was sucking hard on her left teet devouvering mother's milk. She looked up startled as Mr White strode into the nursery. He glanced at the other babies on the beds, sleeping quite soundly and then at Linda and a quick and very alarmed glance at the baby. Or more specifically, his scar.

"What is going on here?" Mr White said. He was tall, had hawk eyes and a long nose, a curved saber like mouth and white hair that stood on end. He wore a white suit, as per to his name, and a green bowler hat. He had bought the orphanage a few months ago – His act of charity to… repay past misdeeds.

"I found this poor defenseless baby right outside our doorstep. Honest to god," Ingred said, almost to the verge of tears. "How can people just abandon babies and-" She broke out into sobs.

"I see," Mr White said. "We will have to take him in. His name will be… Harry…. Harry White. I will adopt him myself."

"What?" Linda asked. "But we aren't allowed to adopt babies from the-"

"I am the owner of this institution and as such what I say, goes. Any questions?" He asked.

"No," Linda said. "So you are going to take him under your wing? Like, take him home and stuff?"

"Yes, he won't live here. He will stay with me."

"Okay, boss. Good luck though because you are going to need it with the feeding and the diapers and the…."

A look of disgust crossed his face. "On second thought, you take care of him, along with the other babies until he reaches the age of three. Then I will adopt him."

Linda smiled, Ingred cheered. "What are we going to do about the people who left him? Should we call the police you think?"

Mr. White shook his head. "No, let it go. They won't find anything anyways so why bother. Now get to work you two. I'll go down into the basement and wake up the cook." He looked at his wristwatch. "Breakfast starts at nine o'clock promptly. See that the babies have been fed and cleaned."

This was the nursery area of the orphanage where all the babies stayed. The orphanage was very big and completely funded by Mr. White and his personal fortune. All the staff knew – that is, Ingred, Linda, Johnny the cook, Martha, Vertica, Ashley and a host of other volunteers – that Mr. White was a stiff, ungainly man. They talked about him behind his back, the rumour mill's conclusion was he was a miserly old grouch turned philanthropist. But he was a strange one. He carried a stick with him in his back pocket everywhere he went, and sometimes he disappeared! One time he locked himself in the office, and came in the next morning through the front door. The office was still locked but Mr white tapped the knob with the stick and it became unlocked. It was like magic, and Linda had never been so shocked. She had seen everything from the corner foot of the stairs.

The orphanage had four floors – The basement was the kitchen and cafeteria, the ground floor was for Mr. White's office, sleeping quarters for the staff, and the nursery. Top of that was for the young boys, and on top of that was quarters for the young girls. The orphanage had a big yard outside where they all played in the daytime. All were home schooled by Mr. White himself who taught arthimetic and English in one of the unused rooms.

The orphanage was expensive to run, but received tax compensation from the government which made it easier on Mr. White. Even if he had to pay tax however it was not a big problem with his fortune which went over a million pounds according to the rumour mill.

Mr. White was strange. Everyone knew it. He seemed tense always to the point of paranoia, like he expected some people going after him or something. He would walk down the halls in the middle of the night, muttering to himself, "Aurors might get me. Aurors might get me. Voldemort…. Voldemort…. Voldemort…."

Yup, he was a strange nut with a mysterious background. So when he offered to adopt Harry personally and take him to his own home which was a big old mansion south of London, well Linda was suspicious. She thought that Mr. White had certain phedophilic tendencies and decided she would do her best to keep Mr. White away from… Harry White. What a common and disgusting name, Harry. But she wouldn't change it. Or else she might get sacked and Linda really needed this job. You see, she was a closet novelist, and this place provided her with room, board and a bit of free time. It was a good deal, until the unmarried woman of forty two got published and unvariably became a best selling author and earn a huge fortune. Then she would boot it out of there. But for now, she would stay and get closer to her secret goal of writing the great best seller, and keep Harry safe of course from that evil Mr. White who was the villain in one of her stories.

Imagination was real to some wasn't it?

So Mr. White waited and bid his time, an ex-death eater on the run from both the aurors and Voldemort and his forces he had abandoned. But now Voldemort was dead. The aurors weren't sleeping though, they were rounding up everyone they could. He was proficient at dueling, and had a BIG crime history the aurors would love to get him, he knew.

He also knew – with his heart running up to his throat every time he thought about this – he had Harry Potter.

Harry fucking Potter!

Why he could conquer the whole world with Harry fucking Potter! He could be…. The next dark lord. All he had to do was train Harry and maybe brainwash the boy. He had done it before in his death eater days, in his scientifick experimenting days. So when Harry became all grown up and had a huge fortune, well all Mr. White had to do was order the brat to give it to him.

His staff thought he had a fortune but that was not true. Just an imperio here and an imperio there got him a LOT of government funding. But he couldn't get too much or else the government would find out there was a black hole in their funding and the Prime Minister would call the Minister of Magic and then the aurors would come running down on Mr. White's head.

But he had enough to bid his time. Now when Harry White (he liked the name) became three years old, he would take the boy under his wing and teach him, train him, make the boy look up to him, worship him. That was what he was going to do. So when Harry reached the top with his fame, Mr. White would be right there behind him.

Things happened. Monotonous things. The time went fast, and Mr. White watched Harry from the corner of his eye. The baby was growing up nice and healthy, full of energy, and curious. That was good. No sick little boy for him.

Now he had to wait three years. The earliest time that the boy would become able to understand, and grown enough to know… to know who was in charge. Mr. White, that's who!

But the boy was strange, Mr. White soon noticed. The boy's eyes, green eyes, would peirce right into you like a sword, and cut you up. Analyze you. Also, Harry never spoke. He never cried, never shouted, never did anything really. That was strange. Mr. White did not like it, why can't he just get a normal boy?

Linda loved the brat though. She would gush on him, and give him sweets, and feed him from her breasts and rock him to sleep every night. Ingred didn't do that much, she got a pitying look on her face every time she saw Harry… and other abandoned babies too. She had a soft spot for them because she had been abandoned as a baby too. She had to live in a government orphanage.

Ingred taught the children too when Mr. White wasn't around, or feeling lazy. "Now children, lets sing Roll around the Hippos!" That was her kind of teaching. Mr. White didn't think much of this. Singing songs and playing tag wouldn't build discipline and a will to work. Honestly why the hell had he started an orphanage? Even though it presented a good cover from the aurors, the death eaters, and the muggles too but…. Oh yea, that's why.

Harry grew up slowly, but for sure he grew. It felt slow to Mr. White. He watched impatiently and was scared when he noticed Harry never talked. That was fucked up. He didn't want no retard boy. Although that would be easier for him. Easier to brainwash. Not so easy for Harry to gain power and drag Mr. White along.

Mr. White had plans.

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The Wizarding world didn't notice the disappearance of Harry Potter. They were more involved celebrating and going out in the sunshine, having an ice cream cone in Diagon Alley, simple things you couldn't really do when Voldemort was alive and out to get you. The magical world had taken a bright streak now. Finally after long years of paranoia, of running away, they were finally able to be themselves. They were safe!

Mrs. Figg however, the lady with the cats who had just moved into Privet Drive, noticed the Dursleys were no longer there. The police were called when the rent was paid and the Dursleys were listed as missing now, along with Harry Potter.

Dumbledore was called in, and he was worried. But he assumed that the Dursleys had moved away somewhere because Harry's alarms and wards showed he was safe and happy. Besides, he would know Harry's address when they sent a Hogwarts letter. It would be written on the envelope magically, so all was well.

Three years soon passed, and then, Harry Potter spoke his first word in the orphanage. Not just his first word but a full sentence, right on his birthday. He said, very clearly, Linda heard, "It's going to rain."

Linda looked up startled from the book she was reading and glanced out the window. It was sunny out, not a cloud in the sky. She thought it must have been her imagination. A three year old speaking in complete sentances with proper grammer? No way.

That night the sky darkened and a huge thunder storm erupted, with lightning and harsh wind. But Harry wasn't referring to that.

He was referring to the wizarding world, a sort of premonition that Linda and Harry both wouldn't remember. A freak divination accident maybe.

It would rain soon, and in a bad, mean way.

The wizarding world was going to feel fear again, soon. Voldemort wasn't quite dead.

Two things happened on Harry's birthday – he performed his first act of accidental magic, and Mr. White was around to witness it. Harry was also enrolled in Mr. White's care now. On that matter, Linda could do nothing.