This is a mature story, expect violence, gore, ect.
You have been warned... enjoy.
1984
Deep in an unpopulated area of Maine U.S.A is a large town, most towns are noisy lively places, people going about their lives, street performers busking for change, music coming from open shop doors, life doing it's thing, but this town was different.
A low fog hung over the place like a stuffy blanket, the streets once filled with life now are empty, the amusement park sits sadly lifeless as if it just gave up, and a deafening quiet is all you can hear, no birds making nests, no insects buzzing around, no flowers giving off scents, empty homes devoid of life, businesses abandoned, and everywhere that unsettling quiet presses in.
Then, faintly at first, a sound like a distant wind can be heard, as it grows nearer the sound resolves into the noise of a car being driven towards the town, and the town seems to hold it's breath like a predator going still, waiting.
Sat on the back seat was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, and he has a moustache, his skin was sunburnt but he was smiling, from the stereo came music like Celebration and I gotta feeling, sat driving was a thin horse like woman with a neck like a giraffe, she was also looking ecstatic, they were happy to be rid of it after all their son had started being nice to the thing, they couldn't have that.
On the back seat next to the man was a small bundle, it was as still as it could be, wrapped in a blanket so they didn't have to look at at, the blanket was old and stained with many unpleasant things... including blood.
The cheap rental car roared into the town and the back door was opened, the large man viciously kicked the bundle out onto the hard ground where it made a pained squeak, he leaned out a cruel grin on his face,
"Let's see them bring you back this time you vile FREAK!"
he slammed the door shut as the woman cranked up the happy music and the accelerated away, as they raced off they couldn't hear the sound of an air raid siren start up, the bundle quivered as shadows reached for it.
January 1991
A lone spotted Tawney owl flew tiredly over the town, it fluttered down and landed on a building, lowered it's head to drink from a small puddle, then looked around it faced one way then the other, then it took flight and flew a few hundred meters before landing again ruffling its feathers and flying in a different direction.
After about an hour of fluttering from one place to another the Tawney fluttered down and landed on a seemingly random wall, it hopped slightly to it's right so it was right over the shadow cast by the sun behind it before sticking out it's leg, it waited.
After a few minutes a thin and skeletal hand emerged from the shadow, it tentatively gripped the letter that had appeared tied to the owl's leg and undid the knot, it slowly sank back into the shadow and the owl happily flew away.
One month earlier.
Deep in the Scottish highlands stood a castle, to some it looked like a boring ruin of no historical value with a small town attached, to others this was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, behind the headmaster's office on the seventh floor was a small room, shelves filled with blank parchment and envelops lined the walls and in the middle of the room in the center of a large oak desk was a large tome entitled 'Student Roll' the book opened as an envelope and parchment lifted from the shelves and zoomed over, from somewhere a quill and inkpot landed on the desk and began to write out a letter, and on the envelope was written the address,
Harry Potter
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