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I was estatic, when I received the glorious letter from Hogwarts. It had been the most enjoyable years leading up to the culmination of an eleven years old wizard who was fully trained and prepared for the challenges he would face.

*****Flashback*****

When the war began, with people disappearing, Voldemort's name was made Taboo, and there were brutal killings in public places, Muggle raids and the subsequent exhibition of the brutally mutilated bodies in the streets with the Dark Mark displayed in the sky.

The apparent Knights of Walpurgis, had now taken the mantle of Death Eaters, and I knew it would be fun to try and assassinate a few known Death Eaters to level the playing field.

I had decided to not touch a wand till I was ready for school, and I practised basic Telekinesis with magic. Lifting small and light objects with surprising dexterity and trying to control a lot more things simultaneously, was how I practised magic.

Apart from that, I could do simple lighting spell, Stupefy, Petrificus Totalus and Incarcerous spells wandlessly. This was sufficient for what I had in mind.

I also had compiled the Guage readings and charted the Zero calculations for the Sniper rifles I had. I had enchanted the seven rifles I had with all the knowledge from enchanting and runecrafting I had.

I carved silencing, cooling and strengthening rune on them, while having a master enchanter enchant the rifles discreetly to lower air resistance at the barrel, hide muzzle flash, increase the momentum of the projectiles to supersonic muzzle velocity, and remove the sonic boom from the bullets. I even carved a spell to make all bullets black in colour to hide a flash.

I enchanted the Machine Gun to fire Tracer rounds when pressed a particular key, Incendiary rounds when I press another, and a final key to fire explosive rounds. This gun was no Gatling gun, but by removing the heating problem which warps the barrel, I could effectively keep firing without worrying about the mechanical failures in the Machine gun.

I was ready to rock and roll, and I felt fully prepared. My father came to my room carrying a moleskin pouch.

"Son, your engraved portable wards are ready. And so are the other trinkets you asked for. Do you have your portkey with you?" My father asked handing me the pouch.

"Yes father, I have it all prepared. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."

I asked my parents to have a set of portable deployable wards prepared, which can allow me to make a certain zone apparition-free for the time, the wards are active.

These wards can be charged again, when they are used once, so they are reusable and efficient. This was one of the few things I brought on this excursion, as I had a very specific plan in mind.

I told them that I wanted to go on an excursion alone, and that is why, they allowed me to go by myself.

I know that they are going to follow me because, I know they cloned my portkey when I had it made. They had also added a Tracking charm, which was made with Blood Magic.

I also showed them my rifles, which my grandfathers, both from father's and mother's side, were aware of. They didn't mind me having a weapon like that, because to wizards, a wand is significantly dangerous than whatever tool you can arm yourself with.

And since, I expressly asked to own a wand ONLY at eleven, I was seen as the matured and responsible child.

That was the only reason, I was allowed so much freedom till date.

And I had done well with my freedom. I had worked hard with the various resources at my disposal, and I wasn't worried about killing someone else. That was why, I needed to do this. I needed to show my parents and myself, that I could do well in a hostile environment. I didn't have a wand, nor did I know the spells, like my Targets do.

But for now, I knew that I had done all I could to give me an edge. As it so happens, by the time I am in Hogwarts, I would be out of the war scenario and an adult, by the time cannon rolled by.

I wanted to be tested in Trial by Fire, so to speak, and seeing as I was itching to try the last of my gifts, my guns, in actual combat. I decided to hit the UK and play target practise with a few Inner Circle Inbred scums. Time's a ticking boys, Hitman has joined the HUNT!