Chapter 2

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So I made it to chapter 2 which I consider a personal victory on my part. To all of those who have already followed and favorited my story, I just want to say thank you so much. The feeling you get when you create something that people like is just amazing and it wouldn't be possible without you guys. Now about the story. I have no plans to just randomly quit this story even if I, for some reason, lose interest in it. I have a pretty good idea where I want to take it so my goal is to stick with it till it's finished. Not sure how often I'll update because of stuff like school and jobs but I promise to get them out as soon as possible. Finally I don't own Harry Potter or Marvel. Now that that is out of the way, on to the story.

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June 29, 2000

It has been 4 years since we left the Potter family and a lot has changed since then. The end of the war and the defeat of Lord Voldemort being the biggest. Young Arthur Potter was proclaimed to be the Boy Who Lived and defeated Voldemort by Dumbledore himself. This of course skyrocketed the Potter family's popularity to enormous level and made them the most famous family in all of magical Britain. Young Arthur was treated to be a gift from god himself and also thought to be a future light lord in the making. His parents, caught up in the hype, promoted all these rumors and showered their child with love and adoration. Yes, everything looked to be going perfectly for the Potter family except for one thing. One small living, breathing thing that was currently hidden in shadows of the Potter library reading on different magical animals in the world and what resources they gave to the modern day magical word.

Yes this small being was one Harry James Potter. A young 4 almost 5 year old boy with black as night hair and eyes as bright as emeralds. The twin of Arthur and son of both Lily and James Potter though only on paper. You see, the Potters had, over the years, forgotten they even had another son. It started with small almost unnoticeable things like forgetting to call Harry down for dinner or tucking him into bed at night. It eventually got worse and worse. Forgetting to call him down for dinner turned into not even making food for him. Forgetting to tuck him in turned to forgetting why their son's room even had two beds in it. They got rid of his bed forcing him to take up residence in one of the many guest rooms in Potter Manor, which they had moved back to after the end of the war.

Harry hadn't done anything to correct his parent's behavior though. You see Harry wasn't like most children or even like many adults. His mind worked differently. To him the world was a puzzle but a puzzle that went on seemingly forever and could manipulated by where you put what piece. At first he didn't understand his parent's behavior at first, but he researched it in their library and found that they were performing what was called child neglect. The book he read told him that this practice was wrong and could get his parents in trouble. But he had no desire to see that happen to his parent's but he also learned not to carry for his opinions and what they thought. Because he liked to read so much of anything he could get his hands on, he soon pictured his parents and the people around him like the creatures in his book. He never really thought of himself as one of those creatures because to him all the creatures around him were different to what he was. He even at his age he could tell that. Humans, on his eyes were stupid, when something didn't fit in their thought parameters or they simply were confronted with a problem. They questioned it but made no motion to solve the problem themselves. Many times they waited for someone better, smarter, or stronger came along to help them with their problem. Most humans made no move to use the logic at their disposal to find the answers to their questions based on information they already knew.

Of course Harry did do things like that though. He used logic and the knowledge at his disposal to find out anything he could. He once read in a book that "knowledge was power but wisdom was knowing how to use that power." He took that quote to heart. So he decided he would one day grow powerful himself. He wouldn't foolishly rely on his parents. He would use any means he could to amass his own knowledge. He wouldn't be held back by the foolish creatures around him. So over the years that's exactly what Harry did. He gathered as much knowledge as he could. He spent most of his time reading and learning. He learned how to cook and clean for himself. But he also learned other things as well. He of course learned of magic and what he called his own 'personal' magic. When first reading about magic, he was confused. All the books he read said that magic was used with a wand or other magical conduit of some sort. But that didn't make any sense. How would they know to build magical conductors for their magic without having performed magic without the conductors if they didn't already they knew they had magic meaning they had already been able to perform magic without the conductor.

This got him to think that maybe he didn't even need the conductor. Maybe it wasn't as much of a requirement as the magic humans thought. So he practiced as much as he could whenever he could. He focused on something he thought simple first. He tried to make a book come closer to him with magic by itself. He did this for two weeks without any results. On the 14th day he poured all his concentration into moving the book with just magic. Just before he was about to give up, the book jumped causing Harry's eyes to widen with surprise. After that incident he kept trying till eventually he could push and pull the book with him absolute ease.

This accomplishment allowed him to move on and practice other types of wandless magic. He would try transfiguration and charms until he could perform enough simple ones that he deemed himself proficient enough for the time being. This didn't stop him from reading. His favorites were about the magical creatures and their might. Dragons alone took entire teams of dragon handlers just to contain one. Their scales were strong to regular attacks and magical ones barely ever made dents unless in large amounts and concentrated. Truly fearsome creatures to be sure. This got young Harry to thinking of how he could possibly get them under his own control. This is where he started to try and influence minds with his magic. From the way his books talked about the mind, it would be better if his target was young since their minds weren't as developed. This made him think they would be easier to manipulate. With that thought process, he started to practice on his younger twin. This took him two months of hard concentration before he was able to accomplish it. He first made Arthur do normal task that wouldn't look to out of the ordinary but at the same time not something Arthur ever would normally do by himself like clean his room.

After learning out to manipulate minds to an extent Harry continued to learn more and more. All though soon he grew tired of being limited to the Potter house. He wanted real life experience under his belt and he would never get that here.

'Hmm. The birthday celebration would be the best opportunity I get. Everyone will be so focused on Arthur that I will easily be able to slip away' thought Harry. He turned the page on a book that explained spells for common household injuries such as sprained ankles, cuts, and minor fractures and breaks.

'I shall also have to take one of James's extra never ending bags to store books and other materials in.' as he thought this he looked out the one window in the library and down to the manors backyard where the rest of his "family" along with Sirius and Remus where showing Arthur how to ride a practice broom for the first time. They all seemed to be laughing and having the times of their lives. Harry showed no visible sign of caring and would never admit that the seen caused a slight pang in his chest. He looked away from the scene and back to his book.

'Soon I shall leave this place and have this chapter of my life come to a close.' Harry thought to himself. 'Soon I will become the most powerful being ever!'

July 31, 2000 (Arthur and Harry's birthday.)

Harry saw the guest arriving from his room and their appeared to be a lot of them this year. He didn't care, they wouldn't hinder his plans. After packing everything he needed for a month, he had everything he needed to leave this house for good. He would finally be free to live his life without any restrictions on it. He packed and the bag and waited for everyone to become immersed with each other to notice any child slip out the window. As soon as that happened, harry opened the window and prepared to jump to the tree opposite it. He took one last look at his room before jumping to the tree. He grabbed on to the branch and hauled himself to a sitting position on it. He then looked back his window and willed it closed with his magic. With that he jumped down the rest of the way. It was farther down than he thought and the landing was rougher than he would have liked.

'Note to self. Make way to non-painfully descend from high places.' Harry thought to himself. He brushed himself off and approached the manors front window that looked right into the festivities. He saw his brother surrounded by his family and people from all over that came from all over to pay homage to the supposed Boy Who Lived. In fact they had just taken out the cake and had started to sing Happy Birthday to young Arthur who looked like he couldn't be happier. Again felt the mysterious pang in his chest that he had felt a month ago. Watching all those people sing to his brother and show their love and adoration for him made Harry himself want, no crave for that same type of attention that had once also been given to him. But he squashed that feeling before anything could become of it.

'I have chosen who I will be. I cannot be swayed by my emotions from the past.' Thought Harry. With that, Harry turned his back on the house and walked away without looking back while still hearing Happy Birthday in his ears until he had crossed onto a different street.

October 1st, 2000

It had been two months since Harry had left his home and after a week he had made it to London. He spent much time observing how other non-magical humans interacted with each other. Kids his age that lived on the street, he often saw pickpocket older humans to gain money for food or shelter later in the day. He too wanted to learn how to do this. So for the first month in London he tried to learn how to pickpocket by observing other kids and the occasional teen do it. From what he could tell the most successful were those who didn't even look to be making any sort of physical contact. They timed their hand swinging perfectly with the targets walking pace and simply slipped their hand in as they went by them and put the wallet in their pocket before the target noticed. Then they would duck in an alley or a side street, take the money out and throw the wallet away. Once Harry felt ready to perform, it he too also tried. He failed on most of his early attempts but by the end of the month had gotten the hang of it. Once he felt he mastered it he would try to do it with magic by using his influence over the mind to just make random people give him their money and then forget he existed. It was on his latest little cash run that Harry felt something wrong. As he had just gotten the money and was walking away, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He turned around quickly but saw no one in the dark shadows of the afternoon. He walked away hurriedly from the man who just gave him money and dropped his mind charm. He walked into a nearby side alley and tried to hurry away when the hair on his neck stood up again. This time he knew some was following him. He had read enough about human instinct to know not to just ignore it. He spun around fast and tried to confront the man or woman who was following him but midway through his spin he was pushed against his side roughly and forced to the ground.

'This is bad. May be I can force him to go away by over powering his thoughts.' Thought Harry. Before Harry could even reach for his magic to overpower this man, He felt something sharp and cold pressed against his neck.

"I wouldn't try that little mind trick of yours. If I feel even a tickle on mine, ill slit that little throat of yours." The mysterious man said. Harry noticed that he didn't seem to have a malicious tone just a matter of fact one. Harry wasn't sure if people felt when he temporarily overrode their mind but he wasn't about to take a chance and find out.

"Is there something you wanted from me or is this just a mugging? If so you can take all I've got." Harry said trying to not give this man a reason to slit his throat. The man smiled back.

"Nah, I was just curious. I saw that little trick of yours. It was pretty cool especially without a wand. Didn't even look like it took a lot out of you. That's impressive." The man said with a good natured tone as he backed the knife away from Harry's throat.

"Yes well thank you for your kind words but seeing as it doesn't seem you have any real business with me, would you mind if I left now?" Harry asked as he rubbed his throat where the man's knife previously sat. He was finally able to good look at the man who had been threatening him. He seemed tall though he couldn't tell very well since he was still a child. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes that didn't quite match his face. He had a good natured smirk on his face that didn't do a good job of representing the man. His body and the way he carried himself, while although appearing laid back, looked to be coiled like a snake and ready to pounce like a tiger. No matter how up put it, this man looked dangerous to Harry.

"Sure but first let me make you an offer." The man said with his smile still in place.

"What's the offer?" questioned Harry apprehensively.

"I want you to come and train under me." The man said smiling even wider now.

This surprised Harry and threw him for a loop.

"Why would you want to train me?" Harry asked confused.

"I'm going to be honest with you . I know that you're a wizard. I know because my older brother was also a wizard. He was what you would call a muggle-born. You know what that is?" The man asked as he looked at Harry for an answer. Harry nodded back at the man, waiting to see where he was going with this.

"Good. Well I am obviously not a wizard like my brother but I do know about the world since my brother, before his passing in the war, educated me on who and what wizards and magic was so I could always be on the lookout. I uses that knowledge also to help me with my job. You see I'm a man with a very particular skill set." The man said trying to see if Harry had caught on. From the look on his face, it was obvious had hadn't.

"I kill people. I want to train in how to kill people or really anything. I will teach you all I can on how to take down your enemies and as much as I can about magic. In return, I want you to lend me your magical abilities for my jobs. Do you accept my little proposal? I swear that no matter your answer that I will let you walk away from here alive." The man finished as he looked at Harry.

Harry was shocked. This man wanted him to help him kill people. Sure he didn't particularly care for humans but that didn't mean he wanted them dead. But on the other hand, this man was going to help him and probably teach him skills that not many other could teach him. This was a golden opportunity to accomplish exactly what he wanted since he had left home. He looked up at the man and continued to carefully weigh both the pros and cons of such a situation. He looked at the man. He seemed to be content with letting Harry take his time in thinking his proposal over. He still looked very nonchalant wearing a hoodie and jeans. He certainly didn't look like an elite assassin or even just a regular assassin. Finally, Harry decided. He would go with this man and if he wasn't adequate then he would simply learn what he could and leave. But if he was good then he would stay with him and still learn everything he can. It was a win- semi win situation.

"Alright. I accept your offer. I'll go with you." Harry said as confidently as he could in front of a man who he was now sure was a trained killer.

"Excellent!" said the man with a giant grin. Well then, Shall we be on are way? Don't want to waste too much time out here do we." The man said as he started to lead Harry out of the alley they had been conversing in. "Oh and by the way. My name is Nick, just Nick and yours?" the now identified Nick asked.

"Harry….just Harry." Said Harry quietly after deciding to from now in forego his once family's surname. Nick smiled down at him as if he honestly found him quite funny.

"Well then 'just' Harry. Allow me to welcome you to the world of death known as assassination." Said with his trademark grin plastered on his face.

Harry looked at the grin and gulped.

'What have I got myself into with this human?'

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And that is a wrap for the second chapter. I want to just give a major shout out to my little brother who stayed up to help me edit this before I posted it so it wouldn't have too many errors in it. Again I want to thank everyone who followed and favorited my story. It really does mean so much to me. Hopefully I'll be able to post if not tomorrow then sometime this weekend. Until then. Peace.