A light shone in the night as the blundering half giant crashed into some poor persons garden. He carried the bundle of blankets to the doorstep of 4 Pivet Drive and quickly rapped on the door and ran away like a hit and run accident. In which it was, the Dursleys had moved away from that home but nobody knew well except their nosy neighbour.
The child cried hoping for someone to come and look after him but nobody did. The neighbours took care of him when he was a baby and then they slowly past and only left bitter emptiness. At the age of three he was left alone.
Because of that it meant no home. He was chucked in an orphanage and every time he was fostered they returned him like some bad quality object the same thing that they yelled at him whilst inflicting the up most pain on his young body.
At age 9 he saw the chance of freedom when the so called foster parents needed petrol. He ran. Ran from the life that he knew would end up with misery and likely his mental stability disappearing all together.
That's when it happened he started to gather others people who understood the sort of pain he has suffered from ages 9-27 and they called themselves 'the swarm'.
'The swarm' were the revenge society that pulled out all the dirty tricks to get a job done. The swarm contained ten others then they had the workers underneath. In a way it was the same as a hierarchy bees would have which was humerus to the numerous leaders however one stood above the rest, he was called King ironically the smallest and youngest out of all but the one who gave the others their homes.
The one thing that is required for any request was payment. Which is mostly because of the King of the swarms theory "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, payment for payment". The child even though the youngest had the largest hatred towards most and killed without mercy which made him lethal to those who underestimate him which was a large case actually.
He did not deal with cases personally unless it involved the ones he cared for however.
At 10 years of age, Harry changed his last name like the others to make a new family. He became Harry Tracker and all files of his previous life wiped clean as if he never lived through the horrors of it all.
A year later and the current swarm became head of the underworld and covered as a law firm. They took on hundreds of jobs each day and delivered without delay.
Then it happened whilst the king sat at his throne in this odd staff meeting that he did not arrange. A bloody bird started pecking on the window. He was tempted just to shoot it but felt intrigued on its persistence to get inside.
He stood up elegantly with a suit that looked highly expensive and without a crease. His dark brown hair had been grown out as a purpose to cover his back as a small reassurance that he would not have to witness those ugly scars again because he had people who covered his back with those tragedies like the plague. He wore contact lenses for practical reasons however he was in the middle of getting week by week laser eye surgery for the most accurate results.
He sighed and opened the window as everyone stared with mesmerization that he had not yet killed it. He glared at the pest of a bird and waited for it to settle down but it did not. The bird shoved a scrappy piece of parchment in his face and he forcefully snatched it from the pesky bird before turning it over and opening the letter.
Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
Head master: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Mr Tracker,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"You have got to be shitting me? I mean what the hell! Who would believe in this crap?" The boy growled, glaring at the letter in his hand.
"Ugh Sir is that the Hogwarts crest on the envelope or are my eyes deceiving me?" One of the oldest said curiously as he scratched at his stubble beard.
"Wait you know of this" he said almost shocked but he never really let his emotions out and it was a rare sight to see if any.
"I attended the school myself and I believe that it was rather amusing to trounce upon when I was given the house Slytherin. I think that was when I became independent and ruined others for joy much like I do now," the man reminisced about his times there.
"So you're a fucking wizard and you couldn't think to tell anyone here what you are?" The boy glared but with a hint of pride that he kept it a secret for so long.
"Everyone has there secrets and I do mean everyone the ten overall leaders are all something of a fantasy. Take Longhorns for example, look on his head and you can see actual horn just rather small at the moment since he is still young," he yammered on before noticing his mistake. A girl who sat next to him slapped the back of his head as if a child.
"Were you ever going to tell me even if I did not magically become a fucking wizard. Oh god I can't deal with this right now don't disturb me I need some time to think this all through." He sighed as he walked out of the room loosening his tie trying to relax slightly instead of go on a rampage.
"Well shit that must have been the worst birthday present ever and I mean ever remember last year that is measly compared this. We can't fix this we destroyed the poor lad." A small girl grumbled as she smacked her head on the table with a birthday cake on it for Harry's eleventh birthday.
They waited there a good hour before he returned, his hair had been put in a messy ponytail that ended just underneath his shoulders. He looked stressed which was evident in his usually pristine look downgraded to jogging bottoms and a tank top of some sort.
He sat on his seat debating what to say to his closest family he had and then gave up and said the fifteen words that shocked each and everyone of them including Harry himself.
"I am going to Hogwarts and you are going to help me get through this"
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