Dead. that's what my victim was dead. My signature calling card which was a product of a spell I invented part of my grimoire. It was a bloodbound book for the potions spells I have been working on since naive age of 7.
Now at 13 years I was a most wanted and famed magic assassin almost in all the wizarding world. My name was Harry potter but the world now knows me by the name Hadrian. This was after my enlightening inheritance test, after I killed my relatives after I got the knight bus and after my first trip to Diagon Alley. That was six years ago now.
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The Truth Of The Chosen One
Fanfictionwhat if Harry potter had learnt about the wizarding world on his own and was smarter, more powerful? what if he saw through Dumbledore's manipulation and thought for himself? Abandoned by his family for his younger brother, the boy who lived. Left...
