Chapter 3

Flashback- Lyserg's P.O.V

The streets of England were always consistent. Whenever I went out for awhile all I could observe by walking through these streets was the aftermath of a storm. The streets were black, wet and empty. Although, this is what scared people away from leisurely walks. For me that's what drawled me to it. Everything remained the eternally the same. This city had been the only thing that had remained the same since my childhood.

When I was younger I had often gone around the city dowsing for objects which my father had hidden in order to test me. It was rather hard to believe that a younger version of myself had once ran freely through these streets on some wild goose chase full of hopes and dreams of becoming just like my father.

I turned the corner to enter a small park which from my memory hadn't seen much use recently. But as I strutted through the grass I had to over my ears because of the repulsive screech of the metal swing set. As I regained my posture I turned around to look at the person who was on the swing set. It was rather peculiar to see someone considering the track record of people at this park.

Surprisingly enough the boy on the swing actually looked to be a bit older than me. He was fairly tall but had a fairly lanky build. His short brown hair was wildly unkept, he looking at the ground and seemed to be thinking. He seemed normal but it was rather strange for an average teenage boy to be spending his free time willingly at an abandoned park. Any logically person would obviously stay clear, but the detective in me just had to know why.

"Excuse me? Do you live around here?" I asked politely. He lifted his head up and looked at me as if the answer was obvious but then he realized how weird his situation looked and his facial expression changed.

"Yah, I live just a few blocks over I just come over here to get away sometimes since it's so quiet." The boy explained trying to cover for his sanity.

"Oh I can understand that it's nice to have a nice quiet place where you can think clearly." I say showing him that I don't think he's loopy.

"Glad you understand with everything that my family brings down on me I come here a lot." The boy says with a sigh. Being in a situation such as this usually made me uncomfortable. It was weird hearing someone talking about their family when I had no family to relate to.

"Well actually they aren't my real family they're just my guardians, well this must be rather awkward for you….hearing about my family." The boy continues. Did he say guardians, does that mean his parents had died as well. The awkwardness I felt was fading away and suddenly I felt somewhat connected to this boy he had experienced the same horrible fate I had to suffer.

"Don't worry, I've been down that road to. But sadly I don't have any guardians". I say with an attempt at a smile I imagined from his perspective it would look rather pitiful and sad.

"I'm sorry to hear that, I'm Harry by the way" Harry introduces with an outstretched hand.

"Lyserg" I replied shaking his hand.

"That's quite an um….interesting name." Harry replies obvious choosing his words carefully. For once he was looking at me like I had to cover for my sanity.

"My parents were part Japanese" I say with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh" Harry answers with raised eyebrows. "Interesting"

Suddenly my eyes came into focus on something on Harry's forehead. It looked strangely like a…lightning bolt? Even Sherlock Homes didn't have any observations as strange as this.

"Speaking of interesting what's that's on your forehead?" I say pointing to it.

Harry looks down at his watch in distress.

"OH that… it's a birthmark! Um…I'll see ya later Lyserg! I have to get back to the house for my Aunt will go bonkers!" He says pushing ahead of me and running down the street. That wasn't a real answer. I wasn't planning on leaving him alone until I got one either,

When in pursuit something fell out of his jeans pocket and fluttered to the ground. It eventually flutters so that it falls in front of my feet. When I pick it up to look at it, I notice it was an old photograph. The people in the picture were a man and women who by the looks of it were married. The man looking much like an older version of Harry with almost the exact same features expect for the eyes. Harry's eyes could be found on the woman in the picture who was young and beautiful and seemed to be the happiest she had ever been. In fact both adults looked ecstatic. These must be Harry's parents when they were alive. As I start to run again and find Harry I notice that he's already out of sight.

I decided to return the next day with the photo. Logically Harry would return to look for the photo of his parents because it was precious to him and then I would return it to him and then finally get a proper response about his strange 'birthmark'. Sadly my hunch was wrong because Harry did not come to look for the photo. Perhaps he knew I would be waiting for him and stayed away because he knew I would uncover whatever secret he was hiding.

But I was still determined a great detective wouldn't give up. This 'birthmark' wasn't natural it had to be a sign of magic or at least something of the sort. Could it be a mark of a shaman clan (hopefully a powerful clan)? Harry could possibly be my ticket to vengeance!

My best plan was to look around the neighborhood and try to find Harry's house. By the looks of it his guardians wouldn't exactly appreciate me being there so I would simply say I was from his school and was asking for homework help. Yah, that would work.

As I started to walk towards the neighborhood I heard a scream, a sharp shrill scream coming from the opposite direction. Even though the scream sounded high pitch it seemed to come from a boy. I looked at my surroundings and I noticed it air went from sunny to stormy within seconds. This couldn't be the work of a shaman. Not even he had the ability to affect the weather. I suddenly felt hallow and empty. As if the world would never see happiness again. I felt like I had just seen my parents die again.

Even though I barely had the drive to run I still ran to where this darkness was coming from. My search eventually lead me to a highway overpass. I tried to look into it bust the dark fog was too thick to see anything. Before I could walk any closer I started to feel weak. even dizzy. This eventually brought me to my knees.

IT felt like the life was being sucked out of me, there was no hope, no happiness. Until suddenly out of the fog came a glimmer of light. The light soon grew bigger and brighter as if forcing its way out of the fog. Eventually the light had beaten its way out of the fog and a silhouette was emerging from the fog. All I could see was the wildly unkept dark brown hair of Harry Potter before everything went black.