Harry Potter looked around him. The orphanage now looked much better than it did now, although things were much less modern.
"Tom, stop!" someone said.
Harry turned to where the sound came from. The child before him looked similar to the one he'd seen in Dumbledore's Penseive. Harry sighed and fingered the knife in his pocket. This kid looked young and innocent. Dumbledore had told him that every child deserved a chance to live. Harry sighed.
He quickly pulled out his hand from his pocket, as if the knife had burned it. There was too much hustle here anyway.
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Harry looked at the sleeping boy. Everyone was asleep. He could silence this kid. He had brought his wand with him, although they were in opposite pockets, and as physically far apart as possible. He knew how to do memory charms.
And yet, Harry left his wand outside. He entered the room, making sure that the wall came between him and his wand. He looked at the kid. The kid was awake, and looking curiously back at him. Harry lowered his eyes, then pointed his finger at the boy and did a wandless full-body bind. A jolt traveled through his body and he opened his eyes, shocked.
The kid was shouting loudly and his eyes were panicked. Harry had seen fear of death before, but this was absolute terror. The kid tried his hardest to fight the binds Harry had put on him, as if his sanity depended on it. Horrified, Harry stared at the kid frozen. The kid continued to scream and his scream started to take on a manic quality.
Coming to his senses, Harry cut the spell. He came close to the boy, his hand entering his pocket. The kid recoiled away from Harry. Harry's knife slowly came out of his pocket, and he tried to speed it up. He came closer to the kid, whom he had trapped into a corner.
His hands shook as he raised the knife above the kid. His hand shook. He closed his eyes. The images of his deceased friends floated in the darkness. Ron, Hermione. He reached towards them.
They vanished. Harry opened his eyes. In front of him sat the boy. Harry looked into the boy's eyes. They reminded him of Teddy's.
The knife slid from Harry's grasp. Harry turned and walked away. He couldn't even bear to look at his wand.