Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic

Book 2-Chapter 1 - The Observer

A brown-haired woman in sister's clothing was tidying up the attic in an orphanage. She was the owner of the said orphanage where she was known as Sister An.

"Probably should have cleaned this stuff earlier," she thought as she looked through dusty boxes, "oh. This picture."

She found a greyed our photo of six people standing in front of a large castle. However, unlike normal pictures, this one was alive, waving at her.

A messy black-haired boy stood there grinning cheekily on the left. Next to him was a sickly looking boy with light brown hair and pale skin. A pudgy looking man was in front of the two looking rather shifty as he tried to smile weakly into the camera.

A couple stood in the middle, holding hands. The man had glasses and dark messy hair and had a similar smile to the black-haired boy. The woman held a gentle smile as her long auburn-hair whipped back due to the wind and squeezed her lover's hand tight.

One other person stood next to her, a hand wrapped around the auburn-haired girl's shoulder. It was a younger version of Sister An, smiling brightly as she stood next to her best friend. Her hair was wrapped up in a ponytail and had a beanie on.

"...How I wish that I could go back to those times," Sister An whispered as a tear fell.

A crack of thunder was heard, accompanied by the sounds of rain falling on the roof. Sister An sighed as she placed the box back into a corner carefully. The moment she snapped her fingers, all the dust in the attic started to gather into a single ball which she scooped up with a bag. Another clap of thunder sounded.

"I hope Vince is alright," she thought as she headed down the stairs.

...

Two men were sprinting under the dim street lights as the rain pelted them mercilessly. They looked back fearfully, panting hard.

"How is he so strong!" One cursed.

"He's fast too," the other spat out, "he effortlessly took out Ben and David! What the hell did we do to make The Trespasser come after us?!"

Suddenly a black-cloaked figure jumped down from a roof and kicked both men to the side. They both tumbled into a roll before coming into a kneeling position. They both took out their guns and was about to fire before two rods slammed into their guns at the same time, knocking them far away.

"What do you want from us?!" one of them yelled before getting a kick to the face, sending him spiraling to the ground and creating a splash of water.

"Oliver Baker, do you recognize this name?" the cloaked figure spoke, his voice deep.

"Oliver?" the other man's eyes widened.

"Yes, your son Oliver!" the man lifted his hands up to block before feeling an impact from the side, sending him stumbling towards his fallen partner.

"I don't know any Oliv—!" he tried to say before he was stomped in the stomach.

"Then what are these?!" the figure pulled a plastic bag from beneath his cloak. The man had to squint under the faint streetlight and the rain in order to identify the contents. His eyes widened in fear. Inside the plastic bag were pictures. A majority of them were hidden behind one another, but the ones he can see displayed him among others beating and humiliating a boy.

"Wh—where did you get this?" he trembled as he reached out for the photos.

"Where I got them is not my concern," the figure spoke quietly, "but imagine my surprise when I saw that very boy on the roof of a building."