FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It was a cool night, a thick fog obscured the ground from and hid a lanky figure climbing up a tall wall into an even taller house. The figure was headed for the third floor window, which was hanging open to invite the night air, and invite the unwanted visitor. The person struck a familiar figure, emerald eyes that glowed in the moonlight, as if they where set aflame, black hair that would have been impossibly messy had it been cropped short, was instead tangled in strangled messy tangles that fell to his shoulders. A familiar shock of a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt marked him as the would be famous Harry Potter.
Unfortunately, this young man, did not know he was Harry Potter, in fact he did not even know he was a wizard. Fourteen years ago Voldemort went into the Potter home, and everything after that was very different. As far as anyone knew Harry potter died, and the little one year old had been left to die on the streets. But he had not died, he had been picked up by a young man who called himself Nightshade. He took Harry in and renamed the young man Viper, and taught him how to make a living in the streets of London, whoring and stealing, Viper was one of the greatest success stories in Nightshades small gang.
Now Viper was scaling a wall that had no nooks and crannies, as smooth as marble. Something that should have been impossible, Harry didn't care to ponder how he managed to climb up a wall that none of the others would have been capable of. Harry had always been able to do strange things, like the talking to the snakes, which was why he was called Viper. He smirked a little as he peeked his eyes over the window sill, checking to make sure that there was no one inside before he slipped into the room as effortlessly as the snake in which he was named.
He glanced around the room, it looked like a bedroom, a perfect place to start his search. He immediately slinked over tot he dresser and slid it open, digging through the clothes before narrowing his eyes. “no...no gems in this room.” he muttered softly, licking his lips a little as he slunk out into the hallway, following the inner little 'tug' that told him where the most precious jewels where. This house would keep him well fed and off the 'pervert list' for some time, he just had to get them, and leave before anyone realized he was in the house. How was he to know silent alarms had already alerted the entire house to his presence, and that he was not in a house of muggles, but wizards?
Unfortunately, this young man, did not know he was Harry Potter, in fact he did not even know he was a wizard. Fourteen years ago Voldemort went into the Potter home, and everything after that was very different. As far as anyone knew Harry potter died, and the little one year old had been left to die on the streets. But he had not died, he had been picked up by a young man who called himself Nightshade. He took Harry in and renamed the young man Viper, and taught him how to make a living in the streets of London, whoring and stealing, Viper was one of the greatest success stories in Nightshades small gang.
Now Viper was scaling a wall that had no nooks and crannies, as smooth as marble. Something that should have been impossible, Harry didn't care to ponder how he managed to climb up a wall that none of the others would have been capable of. Harry had always been able to do strange things, like the talking to the snakes, which was why he was called Viper. He smirked a little as he peeked his eyes over the window sill, checking to make sure that there was no one inside before he slipped into the room as effortlessly as the snake in which he was named.
He glanced around the room, it looked like a bedroom, a perfect place to start his search. He immediately slinked over tot he dresser and slid it open, digging through the clothes before narrowing his eyes. “no...no gems in this room.” he muttered softly, licking his lips a little as he slunk out into the hallway, following the inner little 'tug' that told him where the most precious jewels where. This house would keep him well fed and off the 'pervert list' for some time, he just had to get them, and leave before anyone realized he was in the house. How was he to know silent alarms had already alerted the entire house to his presence, and that he was not in a house of muggles, but wizards?