After being beaten and left for dead in Italy by the Dursleys, Stella 'Star' Potter gets taken in by the Social Welfare Agency and is handled by a former Pedophile. At age eleven she gets her letter and takes Hogwarts by storm. FemHarry. Rated for language and suggestive exploitation of a minor.
Prologue:
Antonio walk up the busy streets of Rome. The rugged ex-Special Forces agent had obviously seen better days. Head bowed in shame, his hands in his pockets, he strode through the back alleys. The ex-con had a lot to think about. He'd been caught running a sex-trafficking ring involving young girls. He'd had a chance of heart after witness the gruesome rape and death of one of his charges and had turned himself in. Having just returned to the free world, he had no idea what he was going to do.
Rounding a corner, he came face to face with a handsome man about his age, and young girl carrying a violin case that he suspected was the man's daughter.
"Antonio Genantone," the man said.
Thinking he was someone from the underworld Antonio attacked, only to get knocked and his face by the girl, pinning him to the cobblestone.
"Henrietta, let him go."
The girl got off of Antonio. Antonio stood, rubbing his neck. That girl was strong! Maybe...
"As you've no doubt guessed," the brown haired man said, "Henrietta is a Cyborg."
Antonio looked at them, remembering that only one branch of the government used cyborg assassins. "You're from Section 2."
He nodded. "I have no doubt that you're having trouble finding work."
"You would offer a job to a pedophile and pimp?" he asked surprised.
"You have skills. You dishonored your country once. We'd like to give you a chance."
"Why?" He asked, looking at them suspiciously.
"Follow me." The man walked away, the cyborg girl following him.
Antonio shrugged, and followed.
Antonio growled softly, looking at the still form on the bed. The young girl, looking no older than seven, and had been severely beaten, her skull fractured, her hair burnt off, and the doctor's found that she been raped...all by her relatives.
"You would trust her to my care?" he asked Jose, the handler who had approached him.
Jose nodded. "I know that you are ashamed that you had given young girls to be sex objects. Think of it as redemption. You have full reign on how you raise her, as long as you do nothing physical."
Antonio nodded. "I accept." He looked at the still form, his eyes drawn to the lightning bolt scar