Raising Eleanor

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CHAPTER 1 - THE BABY BY THE RIVER

1981

It was nearly the end of the year of 1981, where Christmas taking place in London. Festive lights, warm meals, family gatherings, gifts and fireplace it explains so much of how many people adore the holiday, Christmas is by most far everyone's favorite holiday of the year.

In this case, London was filled with the white crystal snow, the winter season that everyone has been waiting for, not to mention the delights in it makes it impossible for a single person to hate such holiday.

A black silhouette came strutting, his face sits straight and lips pursued in thin line, thinking hard over something that he couldn't get his minds off. This man is a thin and pale looking, usually dressed in his flowing black robes which resemble a bat. He had shoulder length, greasy black hair which framed his hair in curtains, curling lips and dark, penetrating eyes that resembled tunnels. Before getting stuck into his trance, a loud blow snapped him back to reality.

Few moments later the sound of sirens fills the scene, curiously the person walked faster and to his expectation there had been an accident. It looks like two teenage couples gotten into a car accident, the car slipped by the wet roads as it was filled with snow ending in front of a tree. The paramedics were rushing towards the people inside the car, they were covered in blood and shards of glass from their car windows. But when they successfully obtain the people, it was too late. They were already covered in white sheets, wheeling them towards the ambulance.

"Muggles.." the man said, overlooking and seeing the police chattering and murmuring. He had been able to caught some words saying that they had lost control of the car, hit a tree, and they hadn't been careful as they too were reckless to be drinking at the same time.

The police could only shake their heads and officially closing the case for the night, as there was nothing else to be said anymore. It was an accident, and accidents happen even in the most festive day of the year. Without further ado, the people crowding the scene walk away and left, as they too can't do anything more about it. It has been done.

This mysterious man whom had witness the aftermath of the scene, quickly left. He had no more interest about the accident, nor does he care. "They were reckless, ignorant fools." he spoke in a soft contained voice. Another day goes, another death in this time of the year.

He was going nowhere in particular, he needed some air despite the cold and windy weather. By the time he had stop, he stopped at a bridge to view the flowing river. It has been a tough year for him, everything that seems to be turning out well had backfired on these past few months.

He wasn't excited for anything, as he was always been this emotionless. It never occurred to him to change, because he had no reason to be happy about anything in his entire life. The only moment he was truly happy was back in the old days when he was just a boy, attending a special school for magic folks. Even then, it was not full of happy memories. Sure it was exciting and fun, learning spells and such but what was the point if he had no one to share it with. His only best friend was this girl, she too left him when he needed her the most. Although it was mainly his fault anyway, he pushes her away and he deeply regrets it ever since.

For now he was known as the cold, selfish, and brooding person alive. His personality swung both ways. He was very much a person that did things for the sole purpose of his own interest.

In the midst of daydreaming, something odd caught his eyes. It was something rather uncommon to witness.

A basket?