Chapter 3

...The two came across Mrs. Figg as she was walking into a hotel and they followed after her. After finding her room, he knocked and she opened it, wondering who would be here at this hour.

She opened it and saw Harry and asked him to come in and invited the man inside, thinking of how Harry could have survived the blaze and planned on telling Albus and knew that she was going to be in the clear.

The poor woman was unaware of how wrong she was...

[Present]

She made to give Harry a hug, but the younger boy moved away, not even attempting to hide his disgust as he made to stand beside Christopher.

"Harry?"

"Tell me. How long have you been watching me?"

"W-what?"

"Don't dawdle. Tell me. How long have you been watching me?" He spat, his green eyes boring into hers, making her take a step backward.

She looked at Christopher who shook his head, "Don't look at me. You are the one taking payment for watching over a child that's not even in your care. And you did such a shitty job of it as well. How shameful."

"Harry, you need to understand-"

"Oh, I understand perfectly. You were being paid to watch me. You knew that I was suffering in that hellhole of a house. Anyone with eyes could see that I was miserable in that hell. You stood by and did nothing."

"I'm sorry," She whimpered

Harry shook his head, "Oh you're not sorry. But you will be. You will be."

She trembled before him as he gave her a ghoulish grin before he quickly silenced the room and forced Figg into a chair, restraining her.

"W-what are you going to do to me?"

Harry cracked his knuckles, "I'm going to send a message to those shitstains, and what better way with my...beloved sitter?"

A pitiful whimper escaped her trembling lips which only made Christopher and Harry's smiles bigger.

[Torture Scene]

With little help from Chris...Harry went about to carve as much pain he experienced in that hell as he possibly could into her. But not before ripping into her mind, but not as messy as he did with Petunia. He wanted her dead, but not brain dead, he wouldn't give her the luxury of insanity that he shouldn't have given to Petunia.

He could only growl as she was the one who called that trice-damned police officer to find him and bring him back to the Dursleys. She even got paid for it and now he knew the name of the miserable bastard who kept him in that hell.

'That miserable fucker is next.'

"Please Harry, you don't have to do this!"

"But I want too...After all, consider it a reward for all of your hard work, now shush, I'm currently deciding on whether I should tear out your eyeballs or remove your fingernails one by one? What do you think?" He trailed off, asking the older man.

"Hmm, good starting choices, but you want her to experience suffering, don't you? Why not carve her up? Death of a thousand cuts is a personal favorite of mine."

"What an interesting method," He grinned as he pulled out a thin knife as Figg could only struggle and scream, but it was fruitless. Harry flayed her alive her blood covered the entire room as her throat was raw from screaming. He then removed one of her eyes, crushing it before the remaining one, after that he removed all of her nails along with her tongue before he finally put her out of her misery when he removed her head.

He sighed in relief as he placed her head on top of the tv, her face would forever be twisted in pain.

Chris dipped his hand a puddle of her blood and wrote on the wall, surprising Harry.

"It's to keep your parents off your trail for a while if they think someone from their world did it."

"Nice."

[Okay, it's over]

Several hours later, Harry and Christopher stepped out as Harry smiled at finally getting revenge on that old bitch for being an observer of his suffering.

Chris smiled, patting Harry on the head and said, "Good job, Harry. Come on."

Harry went wide-eyed as he touched his hair and said, "Yeah."

[Hogwarts]

The Potter family arrived at Albus' office, after exchanging greetings Albus said, "Are you all prepared to meet young Harry?"

"Of course!" Lily smiled, literally bouncing on her heels.

James pulled her beside him, pecking her on the cheek, while Charlie just rolled his eyes.

'As long as he doesn't get in my way, it doesn't matter.'

"Alright then, let us go then," He smiled as he led the family through the fireplace and entering's Tom's Inn before going into the muggle world. They apparated to Pivet Drive where he allowed the family to see the horror.

The entire area was burned down, as far as the eye could see, the ground was cracked and charred black from the heat, there were no houses, there was nothing about the scene around them could be considered a neighborhood.

Lily almost collapsed if it wasn't for James catching her at the last minute.

The pair turned to Albus and he said, "I thought that it would be best to show you first. A fire broke out in one of the houses and it quickly spread to the rest of the neighborhood. Apparently, the Dursleys didn't make it out, but Harry must have accidentally apparated to safety. If anything I bet he should be with Arabella in her hotel room right now."

James and Lily let out sighs of relief, "Really? You had to show us this first?"

"It would be better for you all to see the bad before the good. Now, let us go meet Harry."

They trailed after him, hope slowly simmering inside while Albus just sighed, 'When Harry is fully in their care, I will have no problems from Sirius and Remus about Harry anymore.'

Lily sighed, "Oh, I can't wait to see my baby! It's been so long! I bet he looks just like you and Charlie."

"But he has your eyes, dear."

Charlie groaned, making Lily give him a light glare, "Now, no groaning. You are going to meet your brother. He'll need your help settling in."

"Yeah, yeah."

James grinned, "Besides, champ, don't you think he would be so proud to be the elder brother of the Boy-who-lived?"

Charlie puffed out his chest in pride, "Okay. I'll give it a shot."

Soon the group arrived at the hotel, Lily quickly made her way to the hotel clerk manning the front desk and said, "Good morning, I am looking for Mrs. Figg's room number. We are supposed to visit her this morning."

"Oh of course."

After getting the hotel room number and wishing the clerk a good day, they took an elevator up to her room and they were now standing in front of the door.

Lily spent a few seconds looking over her husband, her son, and herself as she could imagine opening the door to see her son in the doorway. Large green eyes staring back at her with a mop of her husband's black hair with a simple crooked grin that was a staple of Charlie's own unique charm. As he jumped into her arms, crying out for her and she would spin him around and make up for all the years and birthdays that she had missed.

She would never leave him alone again.

When Albus knocked, Lily had a large grin on her face as she squeezed her husband's hand clutching her own.

But nobody answered.

A frown settled on her face as she knocked again, still receiving no answer.

"Are they asleep?"

"They shouldn't be, it's barely noon. Perhaps an early lunch?"

Albus checked the doorknob only to find it open and cracking it open, the first thing that hit all of the adults was the feeling of unease then when Albus fully opened the door and turned on the light switch, shock hit them first before the horror caused Lily to scream.

She screamed so loud that it startled the entire floor as she collapsed to her knees and began to sob. Charlie puked on his shoes at the grisly scene and stumbled back, hitting the legs of his father who covered his son's eyes and shoved him behind his back, his face the perfect mixture of horror and disgust.

Albus immediately put a wide notice-me-not around the area, sending people back to what they were doing previously as he entered the room, being careful not to touch anything. The mutilated body of Figg was horrific to look at, it was as if someone took lessons from the Lestranges and as he turned towards the wall, he turned pale.

Traitors of Blood, You Will Get Your Due!

Lily whimpered, tears trailing down her cheeks, "Albus..."

Albus sighed, "Let's go home..."

The group left the hotel in a mixture of shock, fear, and disappointment.

Within the hour, the status of the brother of the Chosen one was either dead or kidnapped and his babysitter was brutally murdered would be all the media talked about for the next six months. Aurors would be deployed to search and investigate as people made plans to get into the social circle of the Potters by joining the hunt for the missing Potter child.

But that didn't begin to scratch how livid and depressed Sirius felt over the disappearance of his pup or how broken Remus felt over the news of one of his cubs missing or possibly dead. He couldn't feel any connection with him and it just made him sick and depressed for the most part. He could feel his inner wolf howling in dismay from the loss and he wasn't sure he would be able to look at the Potters without growling.

They should have taken Harry and raised him themselves, but fucking Albus and his trice-damned greater good, he was sent off to Merlin knows where and could be possibly dead or trying to survive in the streets. The entire situation made a large crack in the crumbling friendship between the remaining Mauraders.

Would it fester or heal, only time would tell.

[Present: Gotham]

Harry now, Jake smiled as he looked out the window a bit longer before he immediately cracked his knuckles and got to cleaning his bedroom and once that was done. He made his way around the apartment cleaning everything in just under an hour.

Once he realized what he was done he cursed, "Shit."

Chris entered the living room to find a very clean apartment, "Did you do this?"

He scratched his head, "Uh, yeah. A nasty force of habit."

"It's fine. But I can do my own stuff. You take care of your own stuff, okay? I didn't bring you along so you can be my house cleaner, you know?"

Jake blinked once, then twice before giving a tiny smile of his own, "Okay."

"Good. Now come on, we are going on a tour then we are going to eat."

Jake followed after him as Chris led him around the entire city from all the nice places during the day and as night descended, he led Jake around all the seedy parts.

Over the course of the year, the two have grown closer and even had a few run-ins with the Dark Knight himself, but they usually managed to get away unscathed. Jake found himself viciously cheerful on most days due to the fact that he got to eat as much as he wanted, sleep in an actual bed, and not have to do any chores if he didn't want to. Although he always did his share of chores, he had to stop himself from cleaning and the maladjusted internal alarm clock that woke him up at the crack of dawn. Old habits die hard, but he found himself appreciating a clean space after years of constantly cleaning up after slobs, and having a messy space just made him recall those miserable bastards to the point that it made his blood boil and the air burn.

[July 31st, 1991]

Jake was hellbent on sleeping in after spending most of last night slaughtering pigs with Christopher, avoiding the Dark Knight and his throng of birds, along with kicking in the teeth of a rather uppity hero in the making, last night was a good night.

He knew today was his birthday, but he didn't find any worth in it. The Dursleys made sure of that by working him over violently to the point that he always considered the day to be just an extra slice of Hell he was always forced to endure, now, they're dead he could do whatever he wanted.

He made to savor his freedom by first, spending as long as he could in bed.

However, that wasn't meant to be due to something that has flamed into his bedroom. He immediately stiffened before slowly sitting up and gripped the knife he kept hidden underneath his pillow.

The flames dispersed to show the appearance of a Phoenix sitting on the edge of his desk. The bird stared at him for a long moment as Jake scowled at the creature that was an iconic symbol of light.

The phoenix gave a sad warble making him wince in pain and revulsion which only seemed to sadden the creature more.

Shaking off the ill effects, he rubbed his ears, "You are not welcome here, light one. Leave. Now. And take your message with you."

The Phoenix then left burning the Hogwarts letter to ashes.

He shuddered, wrapping a blanket around himself, made his way to the living room, and allowed himself to curl up on the couch to watch tv.

Chris came into the living room a couple of hours later to find him staring at the tv screen, "Why are you on the couch? I thought you are going to stay in bed for as long as possible?"

"A Phoenix flashed into my bedroom a couple of hours ago. It left me with a severe case of disgust."

He raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me that you are going to puke on my floor?

"Nah, most of the nausea had already left, another kill will make me feel better."

"Such a plan. But don't get sick on me."

"Sure."

The rest of the day was better, mostly slow and lazy, something that Jake savored immensely, they even went out to one of his favorite restaurants at the end of the night and when Chris turned in he said, "Happy Birthday."

When Jake closed the door to his bedroom, he allowed himself to smile and turned in himself.

The next day, he got up and made to prepare breakfast as he listened to the news report about a slew of gruesome murders and how Batman saved the city from Firefly, the crazed serial arsonist.

Chris made to go to work as Jake went off to do his own thing around town. Exploring the city was always a fun pastime for him. He made to go to the music shop only to nearly get run over by people screaming and trying to escape with their lives and sanity. He couldn't help but notice a green mist in the air and the scent of sulfur that wafted after it.

A smile curled at his lips, he felt as if his head was filled with hundreds of tiny insects that were trying to burrow into his brain before he shook off the effects.

'This can't be the fear gas the famous Scarecrow is known for, there are no screams of agony and pleads for death. Is it a dud?'

He made his way further down the street as the green mist got thicker before finding the source coming from the same music store he planned to traverse. As he entered, he saw a young girl, around the same age as him but slightly shorter than he was. She had headphones covering her ears, playing music that was coming out full blast.

She was wearing a gas mask that covered half of her face with a pair of green-tinted goggles that rested in her hair.

He took in her appearance, he could see that she had a petite-looking face, forest green eyes with thick brown hair. She was wearing an oversized black hoodie with shorts and leggings and sneakers.

After waiting for a moment, he made his way over and tapped her shoulder, making her whirl around to see him.

"Hey."

She removed her headphones, blinking twice before stating, "Hi? Um, why aren't you dead? Or at least screaming your throat raw in terror?"

"Why should I?" He quipped

"I'm fear incarnate and my gas should be making you insane with fear and madness. If anything no one should be here, that's why I released the gas in the first place."

"Hm? If people are scared of cute girls, I can see why they would flee in terror," making her blush. "And it seems your gas doesn't really have an effect on me."

"I'm the daughter of Scarecrow," In slight hope that it wouldn't send him running.

"The master of fear, interesting. I'm just a bastard adopted by one of Gotham's more interesting serial killers, a pleasure to meet you," He bowed

"Not bad. So what now?"

"I kind of don't want to leave you just yet, you are so interesting. So do you want to loot the store with me?"

She looked at him as if he was off his rocker, "Of all of the things you could have said, I didn't expect that."

He gave a bit of a chuckle, "Come on, it will be fun. Besides, what better way to get to know someone than to loot the shit out of a store?"

"Fair point. The cops won't come until I leave so, take your pick."

The pair spent a good hour and a half in the store, taking everything that caught their eye and he handed her a brand new pair of teal-green headphones, "These would look cute on you."

She flushed a bit before accepting them as she stuffed her old ones in a bag with the rest of her pilfered goods. After that, they made to roam the alleys as people ran away at the sight of her, she really grew to like him as he treated her nicely and was really sweet. Once the day was over, he waved goodbye to her and she waited until he disappeared as the sunset hit the horizon.

A frown settled down on her face as she made her way back to her shithole of a home, the drooling, snot-covered experiments that were subjected to her father's madness littered the floor as she stepped on them, her father came out of his lab smelling of sulfur and blood.

"Olivier..."

He pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, before smacking her on to the floor and dragging her by her hair to his lab as he ran a series of tests on her, caressing her face before smacking her off the table and he told her to feed her mother.

"Yes, father."

He then went to write down more of his notes as she made food for her father, putting it on the tray, and then in the dumbwaiter already knowing he liked to eat it hot as possible before grabbing a spoon, a bowl of stew and a cup of water for her mother.

She made her way down to the basement and went down to the empty corridor where she opened it and a metal cup was tossed at her head, making a cut form on her forehead, but the brown-haired girl didn't even wince.

The woman in the room was chained by her neck, her hair had grown down past her knees, it was messy and clumps had fallen out due to stress. Her skin was gray and sickly, her gray eyes were sunken in from days without sleep and constantly fidgeting.

Olivier stared at the pitiful state of the woman before her as she whispered, "Mother."

"I'm not your mother! You are nothing but a piece of excrement that I shitted out that he uses to torment me!" She screeched, her fidgeting now turned to full-on shaking.

She continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I made beef stew and I have water. We don't have bread today, it was too moldy."

The terrified woman tried to disappear into the corner of the cell, making Olivier sigh, "You need to eat or he'll get the funnel for the both of us. He didn't put anything in it. I made the stew myself, please. Don't make this any worse than it needs to be."

The woman refused to concede, making her sigh before she restrained her and funneled the food down her throat as gentle as she could and removed the funnel before she could remove her from the bed, the cellar door slammed open and she was tossed outside as his father leered down at his victim, "Now dear. Let's see if my experiments have bared any fruit."

Then the woman who birthed her screamed as Olivier left the room and shut the door. She knew better than to stay in the same area when he was like this. He would force her to join him if she didn't leave as quickly and as quietly as she could. She made her way into her bedroom, locking the door behind her as she took in the bare but clean room. She hid her posters under her floorboards with all of her essentials in case she needed to stay away for a few months. She fiddled with the headphones Jake said were cute on her and placed them underneath her pillow.

She stripped herself of her clothes, changing into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before curling up in the corner of her room, 'I hope I can see him again. He was really nice to me.'

As the months passed them by, Jake thought that his happiness would never end, he never wanted to, he was perfectly happy with the way things were, but good things never seem to last with him. It was as if fate loved to shit on him every now and again.

The day started off like any other, getting up, eating breakfast, and then doing their own thing before heading out to their usual bonding activity...Killing miserable pigs in the form of human skin.

After they killed the last one, they were chased by the Dark Knight, from building to building, they ran as the man in black chased after them as it started to pour, the rainstorm picking up strength as they made to lose him, but Batman refused to be shaken.

However, Christopher sent Jake ahead as he confronted the Dark Knight, but Jake doubled-back for him, not willing to leave him, but couldn't find him.

When he looked below, he nearly had to fight not to scream as he raced down to find him, Christopher, the man he considered a father crippled from what looked to be a fall from three stories. Batman was nowhere to be seen and he snarled, his eyes filled with tears as he cursed, "Damn you...DAMN YOU! You fucking miserable flying rat, I'll skin you, I'll rip you and everything you ever loved apart before pissing on your corpse!"

Christopher coughed, catching his attention as he made to lift him only for the older man to stop him in his tracks, "It's too late for me, don't bother wasting any energy or magic on me. I don't even feel any pain. I'm too far gone."

Jake's tears mixed with the rain as he stared down at him, "But I don't want you to go."

"I know kid. But it seems that it's the end of the line for me, but I had fun. The past year with you was one of the best he had. Just be careful..."

His face scrunched up as he started to cry, pleading with him not to leave him too, but the man's eyes got heavier, the last thing he saw was the young boy he considered a son weeping for him.

'Ah...A son...Emily...You'd like him too, wouldn't you?'

Jake wept for him, cradling his cooling corpse in the rain.

He didn't know how long he stayed in that position, but he got knocked unconscious soon after and woke up in a hospital with handcuffs on his wrists. He was then sent to be interrogated and placed into custody.

He was told that Christopher Lucian was dead and he refused to show any weakness in front of them, these pieces of shit that pretend to uphold the law only to stab you in the back. Only in private did he allow his tears to flow over the loss of the man who cared for him. When he placed on trial, a lawyer intervened on his behalf stating that he was misguided youth that was under the power of the late serial killer who could have easily gotten rid of him at any moment. It's easy to see that he was strongarmed and practically brainwashed into accompanying or even being involved in that madman's murders.

Jake wanted to roll his eyes, he really did, but kept his head down. But the madman part really made him want to castrate the defense attorney.

He tuned out until he heard about his sentence, as he heard that he would stay at Arkham until he was 18 and have constant, aggressive mandatory counseling. The judge's stare bored into him and he looked up to meet his gaze, as the old judge hid a shiver of the dark glare those green eyes stared at him with.

"May God have mercy on your soul, young man."

Then with the bang of the gavel, the court proceedings were done and over with and Jake was taken away as people snapped pictures of the young man who was the accomplice of the late serial killer.

As he was taken into the prison, he just looked outside, still in shackles in his orange jumpsuit. As he was escorted through the prison, he came across multiple new generation villains, hell, most were as young as him.

The daughter of Harley Quinn, was in her own cage, using her straight jacket as a way to exercise. She was pale, just like her parents with her hair split between red and black and pulled up into buns. Her eyes as green as her father's. She looks like a younger version of her mother and had the cold sadism of both parents.

The son of Poison Ivy was in his own specialized cage, just like his mother before him with his fiery red hair, his bangs were pushed to left and the rest was swept behind his ears and ended just at the end of his neck. He was wearing a red robe and had leaves covering his forearms, and vines going up around his legs that could be considered as a green form of henna.

The daughter of the Penguin was in her prison cell, filing her nails, her features resembled her father, sharp, blue eyes that were like ice chips, sharp nose, pink lips, she wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her prison cell was specialized and she was the single occupant as Jake was dragged along.

The son of Harvey Dent was in a somewhat interesting cell, that was split down the middle, one was orderly while the other was scratched to hell. He took on his father's methods, his hair was split down the middle, one was black, the other was white, his eyes were split as well, one was blue while the other was black. He was focused on the coin he was flipping up in the air. As if binding his time, waiting.

The daughter of Scarecrow was here in her own specialized cell and clothing with her signature gas mask. When he caught her eye, she looked up at him in shock, but he simply gave her a smile as he was dragged along. Their eyes never leaving each until they were out of sight.

The son of Mr. Freeze had his own specialized cell as his father before him, but he wore a specialized prison uniform with white fur on the edges. He has white hair, sharp blue eyes, and pale skin with a tall structure even at his age. He was barefoot, and he got loose of his restraints again as he making shapes with his ice.

The granddaughter of Ra al-Ghul was exercising and the crippled, twisted form of the guard who tried to stop her was wedged between the bars of her cell. As several tried to pull him out and send her to the isolation room, Jake noticed that she kept her hair cropped short, cold blue eyes, and a sneer on her lips.

Shoved along, he saw the cell of the grandson of Deadshot was chewing a piece of gum as he fiddled with a rubric cubic and his interested glare met Jake's before he focused on his rubric cubic.

Then he was shoved into his cell, after being released from his shackles and he met a giant burly prisoner, someone who reminded him of Vernon, foul-mouthed, hideous, and had the perfect molester incest vibe.

"Fresh meat...finally," He croaked

He forced him against the wall and gave him an ugly grin, "Are you going to make this hard for me or you going to get your knees like a good little bitch?"

Jake didn't respond at first but simply gave him a small smile.

After an hour, the prison guard doing their rounds found his cellmate was curled up in a ball on the ground, in a pool of his own blood and piss, his torn off ear was a bit away from him as Jake was whistling a tune and laughing to himself. His cellmate was immediately taken to the medical ward and Jake was forced into isolation. Then after three days, he was given his own cell.

Within two weeks, there was a breakout of multiple villains and Jake decided it was time to leave, unlocking the door to his cell with the wave of his hand and made his leave, as other villains and psychos caused the prison to fall into chaos again. He knew the Dark fucker would be there to reel everyone back in line, but he didn't want to be anywhere near him. Not until he could break him entirely.

Once he was home, he started to clean, it helped him think and get his mind away from everything. When he got Chris's office, he found a will that was made in case he passed on outside of natural causes, to which all the money he accumulated throughout the years was transferred over to him. It was more than enough for him to live comfortably in either the magical and non-magical world.

He felt tears run down his cheeks, but his face was stony.

'Dad...Thank you.'

He was better, he was so much better than those miserable Dursleys or those pissants who left him to rot with them. After taking in several deep breaths, he continued to clean and made to rest in his bed.

After waiting for the heat to die down, he made to slaughter pigs of his own, much more violent than his father's own methods, as if someone ripped them apart. Once he finished his night of slaughter, drenched in blood, he ran into two different teens, around the age of 13-14.

The first one had gray skin with black sclera with blue pupils and shark-like teeth. He had a head of silver blond hair with a cigarette in his mouth. He was wearing a hoodie and a pair of baggy pants. The other one was shorter than the first, his hair was pulled up in a bun and it looked as if he was made out of lava, with his eyes were a golden amber, tanned skin, lean-looking with a pair of sweats, a burnt t-shirt, with a leather jacket.

Each side sized up the other, any person raised in the streets knew better than to discount a potential enemy just because of their size, it would only end with you getting your throat ripped out at best or crippled and left for the miserable denizens of this hellhole to pick off at worse. They decided to pass each other without incident.

When he came home, she saw a crow waiting for him with a letter. Plucking the letter free, he saw that it was from a school named Alcatraz School of Demons, run by the Headmaster named Maleficent.

The name clearly caught his attention and it looked to be much better than Hogwarts, he heard all about the miserable place when he found out the news of the missing Potter child, ergo him, not joining his depressed family in continuing the tradition of being a student in their hallowed halls. He may as well accept, after all, what better way to hone your own skills in madness and carnage than in the school well-known for its' inmates.

It would be a home away from home.

[In Britain: Granger Residence]

On the couch was a young girl reading a large novel about magic with her father watching football on the telly until they heard a soft female voice ring out, "Honey, Hermione, dinner is ready and on the table. And Hermione, please leave your novel in the living room."

Hermione huffed, making her father give a slight chuckle of amusement before he got up and stretched his limbs as he made his way into the dining room with herself trailing slightly behind him.

When she kissed her mother and sat down and gave thanks, before plating the amount she wanted to eat before digging in. As she ate, she wondered about the boy who saved her from the bullies back then.

As she continued to eat, she thought, 'They never bothered me again, I guess what he did to them made them fearful of him coming back. And learning self-defense really made things better. I hope he's doing okay wherever he is. I wonder if I will ever meet him again...Well, if I do then I'll give him a crushing hug for saving me.' She grinned to herself.

A fake cough from her mom made her squeak, "Oh, do you have something you want to tell us, dear?"

"Uh, no mom. It's okay."

"Are you thinking of someone?"

"Possibly a boy someone?" Her father added

Hermione flushed, "Um...It's not like that. It was a boy, but he saved me from some bullies from back then, but he didn't tell me his name. He just beat on them before disappearing."

"Hmm, who knows maybe you will run into him again and you get to thank him."

"Hopefully..." She muttered

"Try not to fall in love with him too hard now," Her father stated as he dug into his meal.

Another squeak answered him while his wife playfully smacked him on the arm as he raised his hands in surrender.

[In Magical Britain: Potter Mansion]

James and Lily were sitting together watching their son open multiple feel better presents from countless people as they wished them the best in finding the missing Potter or bringing the monsters who took him away from his 'beloved caretaker' down into the dirt where they belong.

Sirius and Remus loathed the fact that Harry wasn't given to them as Albus wanted everyone to solely focus on Charles and if the less important one had to die than so be it. It was for the greater good to make sure the Boy-who-lived was properly trained to take down Voldemort.

Charles smiled as he continued to rip open his presents one after the other, he was glorified and revered due to defeating the Dark Lord as a baby and it was going to stay that way. After all, Albus said he did was many others failed to do and Albus is never wrong...right?

Wrong, Charles, very wrong. But, I'll enjoy your suffering when you meet up with your big brother to show you that you will not and never be the top dog. Ending the chapter! I am ending the chapter! It's been a while, hasn't it? Thank God. Moving on, I hope all of you like this chapter.

Also, I'm making the pairing between King Shark and John Constatine a thing, I don't fucking care, I can't get it out of my head and the fact that King Shark has two fucking dicks, my poor demented soul.

Thank you for your reviews!

Stratos263 - Damn straight, he doesn't and it's going to bite him so hard and I can't wait to write it.

LoamyCoffee - Very~, can just imagine the look on James' face that his oldest child is a serial killer?

Skull Flame - Sorry, but they were teens and Harry didn't kill the child in the drunk's house. He just put him to sleep after twisting his moral compass a bit to his liking.

Greer123 - Thank you and already on it. The guy who ignored his abuse to always drag him back to the Dursleys...well, I have plans for him.

Pravus666 - Sorry, not telling what he's going to be learning Alcatraz, you will find out with everyone else. Thank you for the idea, but I already have a weapon for dear Harry, now Jake.

Perseus12 - Yes they will and it will be amazing.

Nomadic Chaos - He will be making friends with villains and no, he will NOT join the League of Shadows, because they are more assassins with strict rules, Harry/Jacob will carve his own way into the world and No for the serial killer brother idea as well, due to the fact I already have a nice brother-type in Lilith Halestorm. I want to write a dick Boy-who-lived who is horrified that his older brother is a monster in human skin. I can't do that if he's a serial killer too, can I?

Hikari Nova - You will see~

AsashiKitsuneMerc - Yep!

the Stargate time traveler - Oh, I have plans for him. Just wait and see.

arapyanime - I'm glad you enjoyed it, I'm just sorry for the long wait and who knows? I still need to decide.

~Kourtney Uzu Yato!