Ch. I
VictortheMonarch
Victor the Crusader
Harry Potter's day had gotten just the tiniest bit worse.
It had all began when he had been speaking with one of the snakes in the Garden. It had been telling him of how one of the nuns who worked at the Orphanage had tried to kill it, before the pastor had saved its life, even offering it a mouse to eat! but Harry's peace had not lasted long, as one of the eldest of the children at the orphanage, named Kyle Diddles, had showed up. He was Harry's Senior by five years, and in two years would be old enough to leave the orphanage. Kyle had decided that whatever Harry was doing was inherently wrong, and with his gang in tow, set about to muck up Harry's day.
"Well if it isn't Hairy Arse! Be careful, don't want to get bit! There's no Mummy to go crying to!" Kyle jeered, and his gang awkwardly laughed, obviously noticing the flaw in such an Insult. Kyle, in his infinite Wisdom decided to pick up the snake, and even hold it infront of his head. "Doesn't look like much, here, Potter, Have a bit of fun!" Kyle began trying to sling the snake at Harry, but the snake had another idea, and rested it's serpentine jaws right on his nose. Immediately Kyle cried in pain, and in desperate fear ripped the snake off, tossing it aside, where it later slithered through a hole in the wall. When Kyle ripped the snake off, it hadn't aided in his already bloody nose, tearing at his flesh, and leaving long jagged marks that blood poured from, dripping down his face, and bloodying his crooked teeth.
"Let's get him to a doctor!" Victor, a kid a year older than Harry had said, before he and one other carried Kyle off, likely to the Hospital three blocks away. The other kids had a different Idea, instead of hunting the snake down, they had decided Harry was at fault, and ruthlessly attacked him, his nose had been broken, and the glasses he had spent months saving up for, where ruined.
Which brought Harry to his current Predicament, He had been washing the blood out of his black hair, when the Head Matron had popped into the bunkhouse. Someone had come for Harry, and he did not know what to think of it.
So, after scrubbing his face clean, and trying (and failing) to put fix his nose (That was already black from bruising, he followed Matron Cathrine. At the moment he had to think, all he could do was curse the lady, as she often ignored the bullying, and during lunch, she gave a noticeably smaller portion than those of Kyle and the rest of the kids, with Harry often getting pieces of bread that had mold on them.
Finally they arrived at the Meeting room. Harry had only been here once, and that was because he had been confused for another child. The Furniture was the comfiest Harry had remembered. Never before had his behind felt such a cushioned chair, often having to sit on the floor, or the chair that had a nail stitching through the bottom.
When he entered the room, he found Pastor Nicholas and a dark haired man, who’s dark appearance gave Harry Goosebumps along his pale skin. Pastor Nicholas smiled warmly at Harry. The Pastor's hat having slumped to the side of the man’s ginger hair. Pastor Nicholas was the only kind person in the Orphanage, as after he took over duties for the church on the block, he had come from the church everyday, preaching of the Kingdom of God.
But truly, Harry wondered what he was doing. Every time someone had the chance to get adopted, The Pastor was never around. He left that duty for the Matron, but Why was he here? He heard the matron shut the door, which startled Harry, as the cruel woman had left… Just what had he gotten himself into?
Severus Tobias Snape
He had seen the name, and was quite confused at the current predicament. When the rest of the staff were given files of the numerous muggleborns to be brought into the wizarding world (A number that some could say was at its height, being 2,482!) Of course most would not enter Hogwarts, either from not wanting to, or not being at the magical strength to go to Hogwarts, often given scholarships to schools such as Norfolk Wizarding Academy, or London Underground University of Witchcraft.
Snape typically didn’t take a file. Finding it trivial, and doing so would indeed ruin his reputation amongst purebloods. However this name was Different.
Hadrian James Potter
Born- 31 July 1980 Year of the Horned Serpent
Height- 4’3 ( 1.30 Meters)
Weight- 82 pounds
Address- 123 Oakview Crest, Lunden Orphanage, fourth room from the door.
Snape had remembered the name Hadrian… he was Lily’s boy. From what he could remember of that cold October night, Hadrian had been made a squib through the actions of his brother, Thaddeus Potter, though most was forgiven, as the boy had defeated the Dark Lord, at least for the time being… that and he was nothing more than an Infant.
But here Hadrian was, on the roster for Hogwarts of all things. Snape had to investigate, perhaps take a chance to spite the Potter family? Though truth be told, it is quite easy to anger those puffed up dunderheads, their ego’s became inflated after the fall of Voldemort.
Perhaps… but as the boy entered the room, Severus say him, and could actually see the potter within him… there was no doubt he was James’ son, the prancing git’s features ran amok on the boy, with only those green eyes of the boys being from his mother. At least the boy has something of his mother, Thaddeus is all potter.
The boy sat down, somewhat panic-stricken, and kept his knees inward, with his hands resting on them, never once making eye contact, save a few glances.
“Tell me, boy…” Snape said monotonously, getting a quiver out of the boy. “What do you know of Magic…?” he asked, as the boy looked up for a moment, glancing at the Wizard-Cleric, before looking to Snape. “The matron says that it is fictitious and against god.” He said, as so Snape could see… this matron… the way he spoke of her.
“Mr. Potter, I shall hold nothing back, and I will repeat myself no further, you, Mr. Potter, are a Wizard.”
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Aight, that's a wrap. I decided to try this at least a bit. I do enjoy Harry Potter fics, and especially those that have the Potters survive and abandon Harry, so he still has that angst. I hope you enjoy this. Toodles
(also, if anyone want's give me any advice, PM me. I try to make it as good as I can get, but It still comes out with a mechanical vibe, so any suggestions/help is greatly appreciated.
It had all began when he had been speaking with one of the snakes in the Garden. It had been telling him of how one of the nuns who worked at the Orphanage had tried to kill it, before the pastor had saved its life, even offering it a mouse to eat! but Harry's peace had not lasted long, as one of the eldest of the children at the orphanage, named Kyle Diddles, had showed up. He was Harry's Senior by five years, and in two years would be old enough to leave the orphanage. Kyle had decided that whatever Harry was doing was inherently wrong, and with his gang in tow, set about to muck up Harry's day.
"Well if it isn't Hairy Arse! Be careful, don't want to get bit! There's no Mummy to go crying to!" Kyle jeered, and his gang awkwardly laughed, obviously noticing the flaw in such an Insult. Kyle, in his infinite Wisdom decided to pick up the snake, and even hold it infront of his head. "Doesn't look like much, here, Potter, Have a bit of fun!" Kyle began trying to sling the snake at Harry, but the snake had another idea, and rested it's serpentine jaws right on his nose. Immediately Kyle cried in pain, and in desperate fear ripped the snake off, tossing it aside, where it later slithered through a hole in the wall. When Kyle ripped the snake off, it hadn't aided in his already bloody nose, tearing at his flesh, and leaving long jagged marks that blood poured from, dripping down his face, and bloodying his crooked teeth.
"Let's get him to a doctor!" Victor, a kid a year older than Harry had said, before he and one other carried Kyle off, likely to the Hospital three blocks away. The other kids had a different Idea, instead of hunting the snake down, they had decided Harry was at fault, and ruthlessly attacked him, his nose had been broken, and the glasses he had spent months saving up for, where ruined.
Which brought Harry to his current Predicament, He had been washing the blood out of his black hair, when the Head Matron had popped into the bunkhouse. Someone had come for Harry, and he did not know what to think of it.
So, after scrubbing his face clean, and trying (and failing) to put fix his nose (That was already black from bruising, he followed Matron Cathrine. At the moment he had to think, all he could do was curse the lady, as she often ignored the bullying, and during lunch, she gave a noticeably smaller portion than those of Kyle and the rest of the kids, with Harry often getting pieces of bread that had mold on them.
Finally they arrived at the Meeting room. Harry had only been here once, and that was because he had been confused for another child. The Furniture was the comfiest Harry had remembered. Never before had his behind felt such a cushioned chair, often having to sit on the floor, or the chair that had a nail stitching through the bottom.
When he entered the room, he found Pastor Nicholas and a dark haired man, who’s dark appearance gave Harry Goosebumps along his pale skin. Pastor Nicholas smiled warmly at Harry. The Pastor's hat having slumped to the side of the man’s ginger hair. Pastor Nicholas was the only kind person in the Orphanage, as after he took over duties for the church on the block, he had come from the church everyday, preaching of the Kingdom of God.
But truly, Harry wondered what he was doing. Every time someone had the chance to get adopted, The Pastor was never around. He left that duty for the Matron, but Why was he here? He heard the matron shut the door, which startled Harry, as the cruel woman had left… Just what had he gotten himself into?
Severus Tobias Snape
He had seen the name, and was quite confused at the current predicament. When the rest of the staff were given files of the numerous muggleborns to be brought into the wizarding world (A number that some could say was at its height, being 2,482!) Of course most would not enter Hogwarts, either from not wanting to, or not being at the magical strength to go to Hogwarts, often given scholarships to schools such as Norfolk Wizarding Academy, or London Underground University of Witchcraft.
Snape typically didn’t take a file. Finding it trivial, and doing so would indeed ruin his reputation amongst purebloods. However this name was Different.
Hadrian James Potter
Born- 31 July 1980 Year of the Horned Serpent
Height- 4’3 ( 1.30 Meters)
Weight- 82 pounds
Address- 123 Oakview Crest, Lunden Orphanage, fourth room from the door.
Snape had remembered the name Hadrian… he was Lily’s boy. From what he could remember of that cold October night, Hadrian had been made a squib through the actions of his brother, Thaddeus Potter, though most was forgiven, as the boy had defeated the Dark Lord, at least for the time being… that and he was nothing more than an Infant.
But here Hadrian was, on the roster for Hogwarts of all things. Snape had to investigate, perhaps take a chance to spite the Potter family? Though truth be told, it is quite easy to anger those puffed up dunderheads, their ego’s became inflated after the fall of Voldemort.
Perhaps… but as the boy entered the room, Severus say him, and could actually see the potter within him… there was no doubt he was James’ son, the prancing git’s features ran amok on the boy, with only those green eyes of the boys being from his mother. At least the boy has something of his mother, Thaddeus is all potter.
The boy sat down, somewhat panic-stricken, and kept his knees inward, with his hands resting on them, never once making eye contact, save a few glances.
“Tell me, boy…” Snape said monotonously, getting a quiver out of the boy. “What do you know of Magic…?” he asked, as the boy looked up for a moment, glancing at the Wizard-Cleric, before looking to Snape. “The matron says that it is fictitious and against god.” He said, as so Snape could see… this matron… the way he spoke of her.
“Mr. Potter, I shall hold nothing back, and I will repeat myself no further, you, Mr. Potter, are a Wizard.”
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Aight, that's a wrap. I decided to try this at least a bit. I do enjoy Harry Potter fics, and especially those that have the Potters survive and abandon Harry, so he still has that angst. I hope you enjoy this. Toodles
(also, if anyone want's give me any advice, PM me. I try to make it as good as I can get, but It still comes out with a mechanical vibe, so any suggestions/help is greatly appreciated.