Chapter 14 - 14- ravenge should always be cold

Third pov

The room was massy with all the electronic devisees were taken, but Harry didn't even noticed, his eyes were on the ground trailing the blood to the kitchen. When he walked in, he first saw his mom, her eyes were closed and her face so peaceful that if she wasn't on the floor and with a slit throat he would have thought she's just asleep. Then he looked at the other person there, it was his dad, just next to her looking dead as hell and that's when Harry got in shock

August 21 1991

Harry's pov

The last week was hard and chaotic, it took a two days until I got out of my shock.

The police came and told me it was a robbery gone wrong, I thought 'poppyc.o.c.k', than a social worker came and started asking questions about relatives, and telling me I can have a say with who I am should live, I told her that I'm not their biological or adopted son, that they were my foster parents but they were my parents, that they were going to send me to a gifted children's school which is a boarding one and that it's paid already, after a few hours and a lot of talking she agreed it was the best option for me and left, by that time I was tired as hell and went to sleep.

Next day, a lawyer came, he said my parents left everything to me, so now I'm one of the youngest millionaires in the world (apparently dad got a lot of money for his inventions) and I just had to lose the only two people that ever loved me and that I even loved, YAY"

It took three days since the moment I woke up to understand one thing, It was related to the Potters. It can't be a coincidence that the week when I went there and kept refusing to be with them my parents died. Now if I was a regular child I would have come to them for comfort, but I'm not and I won't.

Instead I swear I would destroy everything the care about and everyone, I might have to kill Voldemort or I would be killed, but it was never said I must be on the light side, it won't be quick but I will have my revenge, after all, revenge is a dish best served cold.

August 31 1991

Harry's pov

It is the last day before school starts, I sold my parents house cheaply and bought with that money a condo in muggle London about a block from the Leaky Cauldron, I quickly and quietly with a nice little charm called the confundus, managed to convince a judge to sign my emancipations papers so In the muggle world I'm a.d.u.l.t and I tied all the loose ends with my jujitsu sensei and told the university I'm moving far away so I won't continue my degrees there, I even bought a computer to take with me in my enchanted suitcase so I won't be cut out of the world, and now I am finally ready to go to Hogwarts and play the game of chess that's called the wizarding war but I won't be black or white... I will be purple!

Lily's pov

Why didn't Harry contact me yet?

He should have done it right after he found out his caregivers died, after all who can comfort him better than his own mother?

Well maybe he is still grieving alone and I will see him at the train station tomorrow, he will have a year at Gryffindor to connect with his brother and we will be at the end a family again.

Now I just need a plan to convince him to sign those papers and make Marcus the real heir, after all, isn't the boy who lived the perfect heir of the Potter house?