The-Boy-Who-Lost

"Boy!"

As soon as I came from school, I made my way to the front door, a greeting tumbling from my lips, "Morning. I mean good evening, Mr. Johnson."

Returning the greeting, Mr. Johnson, the local milkman, proceeded to fill my proffered bowl with fresh milk. I watched, my eyes surreptitiously scanning the nearby area for a specific avian figure.

"Thanks, Mr. Johnson. Have a nice day!" As soon as he took his leave, I darted for our mailbox, my heart heavy with anticipation.

"Dursley, Dursley, Dursley... no Potter, and no Hunter?" The words echoed in my mind, a bleak reminder of my mounting fears.

"Boy!"

Ducking my head, I prepared to retreat back inside. But then, a familiar 'Hoot!' stopped me in my tracks. I turned around, and there it was – a brown owl carrying a letter. Its eyes were filled with an intelligence that seemed almost unnatural.

"Hoot?"

Trembling, I took the letter from the owl and quickly concealed it within the folds of my oversized trousers.

"BOY!"

Knowing full well the implications of Vernon's rising ire, I offered a curt bow to the waiting owl, who seemed to be expecting a treat, and made my way back into the house. Upon entering, I found Vernon looming in the doorway.

"Boy... What were you doing with that O-Owl?" His voice cracked, lacing his question with an undercurrent of fear.

"Nothing, Sir. It wouldn't fly away, so I tried to scare it off with a stick," I lied smoothly.

His stare bore into me, but after a tense moment, Vernon shook his head and moved away, muttering under his breath. Once inside my room, I hastily tore open the letter. The words printed inside were a punch to the gut.

[Dear Mr. Timothy Potter,

We hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. We write to you from the admissions department at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As is the tradition, names of magical children are added to our records at birth and we have received your name for consideration, as per the instructions of your parents.

Upon our routine assessment and evaluation, which is based on our ancient and complex method of detecting magical ability, we regret to inform you that we could not detect any significant traces of magical potential in you at this moment. This does not mean you are less important or special, rather it means that your journey is meant to take a different path.

To clarify further, Hogwarts is an institution specifically equipped to nurture and teach students with magical abilities. Its curriculum and facilities are tailored to the unique needs of these individuals and would not serve to enrich the education of those without these specific abilities.

Please know, this letter is not intended to belittle or discourage you. Everyone has unique abilities and talents that are independent of the magical world. It is merely our duty to ensure that every child is placed in an environment where they can learn, grow, and thrive to their full potential.

Even though Hogwarts may not be the right place for you, there are countless other opportunities and institutions out there that can help you discover and develop your unique strengths and talents. We encourage you to find your own path, pursue your passions, and create your own magic in the world.

Should you ever require guidance or information regarding the magical world for any reason, the Ministry of Magic is always there to help. They have dedicated departments to assist those in your position.

We understand that this may be a lot to take in and process. However, remember that magic is just one facet of life. The world is full of wonderful opportunities and you are destined to achieve great things.

If you have any questions or need further information, please do not hesitate to contact us.

We wish you all the best for your future endeavors.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Headmistress,

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.]

I didn't have much time to digest the letter's contents before the door flew open. Dudley stood there smirking, while Vernon glowered, his face a shade of red I've grown to fear. Petunia was just a step behind them, her face ashen.

"Boy." Vernon's voice was calm but there was an undercurrent of rage beneath it. His arm stretched out towards me, expecting the letter.

In my shocked state, I clutched the letter tight, refusing to let it go. My defiance was met with a swift blow to the face, hurling me back against the wall.

"Does it speak the truth?" Petunia asked, a thread of eager anticipation woven into her voice. Vernon simply nodded in affirmation, allaying her fears.

"At last! There's nothing to worry about. They've given up on him, and so can we."

The reality of the situation hadn't fully sunk in yet. I cradled my throbbing head in my hands, my gaze transfixed on the bloody residue on my fingertips.

"This can't be..." I murmured, the words barely a whisper. The countless hours I had spent dreaming about Hogwarts, plotting my route to success, now all for naught. Yet, life was never meant to be fair.

Clink

A harsh sound echoed through the room, drawing my attention towards Vernon who was unbuckling his belt. A wave of terror washed over me.

"I've waited for this moment, boy," he intoned, a wicked gleam in his eye. For the first time, Vernon spoke in complete sentences, his words filled with a chilling promise of what was to come. "I've never laid a hand on you before... But now, I don't need to be scared to teach you a proper lesson."

Woosh

The belt sliced through the air, followed swiftly by a searing pain radiating from my jaw. The sharp sting of each subsequent blow was accompanied by Vernon's grating laughter and cruel words.

"They've given up on you...." Woosh

"Even your mother chose your better brother." Woosh

For the first time I have come here, my eyes welled up with tears, not from the physical pain, but from the brutal betrayal that was slicing through my heart.

"I am a squib." The realization hung heavy in the room, each syllable a dagger to my heart. The future I had always envisioned, the excitement, joy, and success that came with being a wizard, were all crushed by this cruel reality.

As my world crumbled around me, I began to weep. I curled into myself, and soon the once distant pain began to numb. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the darkness that threatened to consume me.

Clang

Being a wizard, walking the halls of Hogwarts, meeting the great wizards and witches, learning magic, and forging friendships – they were all dreams now, shattered by the harsh reality of my existence.

The knowledge of being a squib was like a dagger in my heart, but what hurt more was being part of a magical world and yet being unable to see it.

The despair and sorrow engulfed me, I felt like I was being swallowed whole. My existence seemed pointless, void of purpose, devoid of hope.

Feeling a burning sensation in my chest, I curled into a tighter ball, cradling the despair that was consuming me. But then a spark ignited. 'No... I won't give up just like this...' I clenched my fist in defiance. 'Even if I have to become the next Dark Lord....'

[Request Confirmed. Acquisition of Unique Skill "Haki" Has Been Acquired.]

'.... Even if I have to hunt down all wizards.'

[Acquisition of The Skill "Ruthless" Has Been Added]

'I WILL BECOME-'

[Acquisition of The Skill "Sage" Has Been Added]

[Error. Unknown entity trying to take control. Failed... Calculating For Possibility From Host's Memories... Successful.

Ruthless Evolved to Unique Skill Heartless .

Sage Evolved to Unique Skill Great Sage.

Error. Two Unique Skills have placed a burden on the Host's Soul... Failure In Calculations... Possible Solution Found... Unique Skill "Heartless" activated... Permission Of Removal "Human" Element from Host, Granted. Skills Potential Temporarily Lowered.]

"Wait..." I groaned as an influx of information started to plow into my mind.

[Mutation Occured. New Race "Majin" being implemented. Subskill "Haki" changed to "Deamon's Haki." Target Will be Unconscious. Security Precaution has been Implemented.

Counter Defense Is Activated.... Duration: 76 Hours]