Harry Potter: The cost of neglect

Chapter 2

No one's POV

Time had passed and Harry was now seven years old as he sat in his room once again.

To say things had gotten better would have been a lie...he was just as alone as he was before except now he had to put up with his brother and his idiotic friend Ron and their constant bullying.

Daniel and Ron were the best of friends and their favourite past time...tormenting Harry.

Often referring to him as a squib because he didn't show much talent when it came to magic but just because he didn't spend his time doing some kind of spell did not mean he wasn't good but...in their eyes he was a squib for that.

His parents continued to put their focus on his siblings and up to this point it was basically as if they had forgotten he existed.

Harry often confined himself in his room reading books that he had snuck out of the study.

The only highlights were the visits he would receive from his sister before she had to leave just as soon.

During the past two years Harry had been having dreams, he was living a life that wasn't his, fighting in battles he had no idea about as if he were living the life of someone else as if it were his own.

These battles were never the same and often took him to places that were all over the world.

The first was Italy, than Rome, out to sea, Victoria era London and all of them were so fantastical as he fought with weapons that he had no experience.

Sometimes he heard voices telling him that he could do so much better, that he could live a much happier life away from them but one voice nagged at him the most...this voice was a melody it was a song he had heard before.

"London Bridge is falling down.... falling down....falling down... London Bridge is falling down my...fair...lady..." He sang the song he had heard time and time again.

The voice who sang it to him was a hauntingly sweet melody that he liked to hear.

He decided he would leave his room for a bit to get some fresh air outside.

He walked out of his room and closed the door behind him as he walked outside.

"Hey it's the squib."

Harry cursed his luck as he had to hear his brothers voice but he just kept walking.

He stopped when he came face to face with Daniel who smiled his usual high and mighty smile whenever it came to regarding Harry.

"What do you want?" He asked not in the mood for this.

"Ron was coming over today so we wanted to know if you wanted to play with us?" Daniel asked and Harry glared at him.

Daniel's idea of playing was normally to play games that would usually end in Harry getting injured and them getting off without so much as a scolding from their parents.

Harry just pushed him out of the way and kept walking.

Daniel glared at his brother before he pushed him forward.

Harry lost his footing and fell forward onto the ground as he sat up and glared at his brother.

"I wouldn't try Harry, you know you can't do anything to me." Daniel said with a smirk and Harry growled before he got up and started walking again.

"You are such a spoiled brat." Harry said as he walked outside and closed the door before taking a deep breath and walking into the woods.

The woods were one of the few places that actually managed to calm him down.

Harry took a deep breath before he started walking out into the woods.

The deeper he went the more his curiousity seemed to call him deeper.

Something wanted him to find something.

And so, he would find it.

He kept walking but lost track of how long it had actually been but that don't stop him at all.

Harry finally found it, a cave...he was more than confused.

He was being driven towards a cave? Surely there had to be something worth finding this far in here.

He entered the cave carefully as he didn't know what was in there.

An eery presence could be felt in the cave as if there was more than was being seen.

Harry now stood in front of a trunk as he looked down at it.

There was no lock and the trunk seemed to be in good condition as if it was recently placed there.

He had the overwhelming urge to open the trunk as his hand ran against it.

He pushed it open and what he found surprised him.

He found a gray Victorian Era formal suit with a white shirt underneath and a blood red steampunk top hat.

There were also blood red trousers, a blood red coat over his suit and a pair of black gloves.

He looked further into the trunk and came across two pouches that were filled with a multitude of knives as well as two long blades which connected into forming a large pair of scissors.

Harry put the weapons back save for one knife.

He held it in his hand as he ran his finger along it making sure he wouldn't cut his finger on the blade.

"I see that you have found my things."

Harry's eyes widened as he turned to face a man who was smiling down at him.

The man took the form of an adult man of average height with silver hair and a silver mustache.

He also had heterochromatic eyes, with a left eye that is silver in color and a right eye that is deep red in color, the latter being covered by a monocle filled with gears.

He also wore gray Victorian Era formal suit with a white shirt underneath and a blood red steampunk top hat, also wearing the blood red trousers, a blood red coat over his suit and a pair of black gloves that were in the trunk Harry had just found.

"W-Who are you?" Harry asked the the man smiled down at him as he took off his top hat resting it against his chest.

"Jack, Jack The Ripper."

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