19 Chapter 1 - The Observer (1/2)
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.”
”What, Oliver?” the man trembled as he fell to his knees.
”As a father, you're meant to be someone to guide him, not something to fear!” the man flinched as the figure roared, ”you were supposed to love him, not hate him. When he fell, you were never there to pick him up, instead, you harmed him, you harmed your own flesh and blood. Because of that, the boy tried to take his own life.”
”S—so?!” the man stood up and screamed hysterically over the loud rain, ”I never wanted a child! But no, Mary had to have the boy before going off to die, leaving me to look after him!”
The figure merely stayed silent as he listened. He noticed that the other man was slowly getting up. Before he could stand to his feet, a fist collided into his face and knocked him out, sending him to the ground and making a large splash.
”Ahhhhh!” the other man started running again only for something to collide with his legs. He fell to the ground and looked back in time to see the figure catching a rod before sheathing it.
”You don't feel any regret?” The man's eyes flashed before he yelled angrily.
”I will kill that good for nothing son of mine if I have the—!” the figure sighed before knocking the man out. He then dragged both men through the hard rain to the side walk.
'George Baker, Ash Tailor, Ben Clark, and David Clark,' the figure wrote down under some shelter, 'all involved in child abuse with violent assault and more against the victim known as Oliver Baker. Take good care of the boy, your's truly, The Trespasser.'
He then placed the message into a plastic bag before placing it into the front shirt pocket of the father. The figure then heard the sounds of sirens before racing off.
If anyone saw him, they'd be amazed at his athletic ability. Despite it being wet, he started scaling the wall till he was on a window sill. He then proceeded to jump across to another window sill on the opposite side. He effortlessly made it and proceeded to climb on the roof, all without slipping.
Moments later, the police came and saw the unconscious bodies. An officer furrowed his eyebrows as he looked around the crime scene.
”He escaped again,” he sighed.
”Hey boss, we found a note,” an officer yelled before handing a plastic bag to the man who nodded.
He read the note before looking at the thugs in disgust, ”No need to stick around, we have a place to visit.”
”Where to?” an officer asked.
”To this man's son, the poor boy needs to be taken into custody for his own safety,” the man said, ”look up any relatives this boy has. Also the other two men, Ben and David Clark need to be arrested, send some men to take those two in.”
Five minutes after the police had left, the figure looked down from the roof before nodding.
”Guess I could go now,” he said to himself before jumping to another building. He slipped on the landing and fell hard to the ground, ”oww, now I slip?”
Grumbling, he still ran through the rain and jumped from building to building until he found an abandoned shack. He opened the door while taking off the wet cloak, revealing a boy no older than thirteen. The boy stood at around six feet. He had dark brown hair and a slightly pale skin color due to the cold rain. What was most noticeable about him, however, were his golden-colored eyes. They shone so bright and full of life.
”Man, that voice changer candy hurts your throat pretty badly,” Vincent grumbled as he got a clean towel. He took a drink from a bottle before placing it down by a table.
”Hey Nyx, Blimp, you home?” he called out as he tossed aside his wet shirt before putting on a dry blue vest and some shorts.
He heard a small hiss accompanied by chittering as two strange beings flew towards him. One of them was a small pink snake with wings. It was the size of a finger. The other was a blue pixie that was a bit bigger than the snake.
”Thanks for taking those pictures for me,” Vincent Wong yawned as he placed his rods on a nearby table, ”I think I'm going to hit the hay, wake me up in an hour or two.”
The two little creatures nodded before rushing off. Vincent sat on his bed looking down at a profile that read Oliver Baker.
”Stay safe kid,” he thought, wishing that the kid will have a happier life from now on. He climbed into bed and closed his eyes. Soon he was fast asleep.
Somewhere, a pair of blood-red eyes watched the house before silently disappearing into the darkness.
...
Wake up. Check.
Brushed teeth. Check.
Quick shower. Check.
Healthy breakfast. Check.
Vincent scratched his head in thought as he ate his breakfast.
”Is my hair growing too long?” he said randomly feeling it reach a bit past his eyes, ”What do you guys think?”
Nyx shrugged while Blimp was happily eating grapes.
”If you weren't cute, I'd have sold you,” Vincent smiled wryly as he pets the snake with his finger, ”We're heading to Diagon Alley today guys, going to need more Wryvern wings.”
The two critters nodded excitedly as they hopped into Vincent's pocket. He brought out a vial filled with a pale yellow and sighed. This was one of Vincent's first creations known as the Lightning tempering potion. It can increase a person's strength by a large amount, the only downside is that the death rate is rather high. Even the beetle that succeeded couldn't move anymore due to having its brain fried by the electricity. Because of this, Vincent has constantly been testing on how to fix that demerit. In a way, he succeeded. He found out that if he diluted the potion he could take it although the effects would drastically decrease to a point where it was barely noticeable.
”I grew a bit stronger, but it's way too expensive,” Vincent thought glumly, ”I'd say that it's a worse than the comfort water me and Nyx make since that makes a person stronger based on how physically exhausted they exert themselves. With this diluted potion, however, while it can give people strength without any work, it's barely any.”
Vincent put on a white shirt and dark brown pants. He then attached a small pouch to his belt that contained a different space that held his rods since bringing them around in the open would be like announcing he's the Trespasser.
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”I miss my hoodie,” Vincent thought, remembering a black hoodie that he wore last year. He had gotten it utterly destroyed by in a fight against a Basilisk. He sighed as he walked out the door, ”eh? It's still raining. Oh well, let's go guys.”
He took an umbrella and walked in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron. At the last block, he paused. He spotted a black-haired beauty in a red wheelchair out in the open. She just looked blankly at the sky before turning her head towards Vincent, showing her blood-red eyes. Vincent looked around and saw if she was with anyone. Due to the rain, there was barely anyone walking.
”Guess I'm going to run,” Vincent thought, he walked up to the girl before handing her his umbrella, ”here, take this.”
She looked blankly at his outstretched hand which held the handle of the umbrella and looked back at Vincent's face who had a wry smile.
”Don't worry,” Vincent said, ”just take it, you'll get a cold.”
Before the girl could say anything, Vincent just placed it in her hands and ran off under the rain to the Leaky Cauldron.
...
Arnya Tepes sat there stunned as she held Vincent's umbrella. She looked at it before turning back just in time to see Vincent running into the pub.
”Odd boy,” she thought. She sat there in the rain with the umbrella over the head, watching the water droplets fall, ”why is this so calming?”
...
”Ay, Vincent, how have you been doing?” Vincent was greeted by the Leaky Cauldron owner Tom.
”Hey, Tom,” Tom never liked being called by his last name so everyone called him by his first. Vincent felt a bit odd since the Dark Lord Voldemort was originally called Tom Riddle, ”how's business?”
”Doing all right, doing all right,” Tom chuckled as he passed Vincent a towel to dry his hair, ”a bit odd to walk around without an umbrella in this weather.”
”Lost it,” Vincent made an excuse. Tom could tell that Vincent was not being entirely truthful but didn't push him for answers.
”So,” Tom grinned cheekily, ”Vincent, the kitchen hasn't been the same without you. I can offer you a job here if you want?”
”Thanks for the offer,” Vincent smiled apologetically, ”but for the time being, I still have things I want to do. Maybe in the distant future perhaps?”
Not too long ago, Tom was understaffed and had needed help in the kitchen. Vincent, overhearing this had volunteered to help that day. Never in Tom's life had he seen so many people come into his pub just for food. Ever since then, he wanted Vincent to work for or perhaps with him. The boy was a money maker indeed.
”You're still young,” Tom chuckled as someone came through the door, ”I've got to go back to work, just remember though, you're welcome here anytime.”
”Thanks, Tom,” Vincent waved as he walked out to Diagon Alley.
Vincent tapped on the brick wall behind the pub and waited as the bricks retracted to reveal a whole street filled with people holding umbrellas. He grinned as the wall behind him closed up again.
”You've got to love magic,” he thought before walking off to get some supplies.
”Welcome,” the shopkeeper said before smiling, ”back again boy?”
”Yeah, I'm looking for Wyvern wings?” Vincent asked as Nyx and Blimp flew out and explored the shop.
”Oi, keep those critters under control,” the shopkeeper said, ”well, Wyvern wings eh? Hm, I don't think we have any in stock, the next one won't come through until the end of the year. Wyvern wings are difficult ingredients to acquire after all.”
”I understand,” Vincent nodded before a chomping sound came from the back. The shopkeeper cursed and rushed behind.
After around five minutes he came back huffing, although he had obvious bite marks on his hands.
”Is everything alright?” Vincent asked.
”Just some student textbooks that try to bite off your hand,” he said obviously annoyed, ”the shopkeeper asked me to look after them while he quote, 'Gone to see his sick mother.' Probably wanted to take a break from these things, I don't blame him, these things are a nightmare. I'm telling you, what kind of teacher would want such a book?!”
”Which students has to have them this year?” Vincent asked feeling curious.
”Third years,” Vincent blinked.
”Can I have an early copy then?” Vincent asked, ”I'm attending my third year.”
”Absolutely not!” The shopkeeper said sharply, ”these things hurt like hel—”
”Five vials of Sleep potion,” Vincent said smirking.
”Seven,” the shopkeeper said, narrowing his eyes.
”Deal.”