James Moriarty

The Road to Hell

Harry James Potter was a very strange and intimidating boy no matter who you asked in Surrey.  All of the children were frightened of him, and the adults hid behind their suspicion and anger when in reality they were afraid.  If you asked Harry himself you would find a highly intelligent little boy who projected an aura of intimidation.  Harry was a reader, he read everything and anything he could get his hands on, but his favorite pastime would me Sherlock Holmes.  Something about telling someone's life story at a glance interested him.  But Harry's favorite character wasn't Sherlock Holmes the hero nor John Watson, but James Moriarty.  Because there was always something interesting about being at the top food chain, and not even the leaders and geniuses knew it.  Controlling everything from behind the scenes was always his favorite, but no matter how smart he was or how big his dreams, he couldn't stop people from being afraid of him.  So after an especially large beating from his Uncle Vernon, he slipped into his mind accidentally.  He found something fascinating, he found that some kind of energy was pouring off of him and his reality.  He called it an aura and it flowed a crimson color that just radiated of intimidation.  So he concentrated on what he wanted people to see him as and it turned the white color of awe.  Every night from then on, he would practice changing the color of his aura until he could do it without going into his mind,  and then until he could in just a second.  By the time he was seven years old he had everyone in the neighborhood wrapped around his little finger and no rumors the Dursleys could spill would change that.  By the time he was ten years he could see people aura's and tell their emotions and deduce what they had done to feel that way.  

On a early Wednesday Morning he heard the post slip through the mail slot.  Walking towards the door, he picked up the mail and skimmed through it.  Finally at the end of the mail he found a letter addressed to Mr. H. Potter, Smallest Bedroom, Number Four Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey.  The address was written by a quill and the paper was not paper, but traditional parchment.   Opening the strange animal based seal, he read the letter

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

He smirked triumphantly at reading the very thing he had deduced.  He was not an idiot, he knew that strange things happened around him, and that along with his ability to manipulate people easily with his aura pointed to magic, because the variety of thing he had done could not mean telekinesis or teleportation, but both along with an ability to change one object into another points to magic.  Also his aunt and uncle's revulsion to the word Magic, and habit of calling his parents freaks, points to the conclusion that both his parents had magic which meant that their were probably more people who had it, and based on seemingly random incidents of people in medieval robes, bowing to him and shaking his hand, he would say that there is a whole society that has little to no modern ideas and technology and either he or his parents were celebrities.  Most likely him based on the fact that they kept looking at his scar as if it had some kind of meaning.  The few words he'd caught from those Magical people were The-boy-who-lived, and that probably meant he survived something, and based on his aunt's too quick answer of how his parents died, he would say it was the same thing that happened to his parents, and if he's famous it's likely unlikely to survive it.  Pulling up the next parchment he read off the supply list.