Chapter 3 - New home and Life (1/2)
Fuck I am a dumb-ass! What bullshit was I smoking when I carried out my plans, ” the journey of Perseus D Dracarys had just begun..”..My ȧss!.
It's been two days since I burned down my home and began my so called new life and as of now I am homeless and currently residing junkyard which was near my home. *Sigh* I really didn't think anything through...I think I am going insane I mean I am talking to myself right now....right?
Damn! What a way to start a journey?
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Our MC soon got out of his internal stupor and realized that whilst he was strong compared to most ȧduŀts thanks to his magic he was still weak compared to any normal wizard, let alone those at the apex of magic like Dumbledore and good old Voldy. So because of this he realized that he needed to learn to control his own magic abilities first and then learn properly about those taught at Hogwarts later, though one thing he was certain was that if he mastered at least one of his elements, even before he completely gain his complete Magical power he would be at the top of the magical world and with all the elements and his complete magical power, there was most likely none that could hope to hold even a candle to him.
Sadly that was still to far away for him and right now he was homeless, so because of this Percy began to search for Orphanages within and around London that didn't abuse children as not only would he have shelter, but it also wouldn't be weird when one of the professors from Hogwarts came to visit him.
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And so Percy began secretly spying on all the orphanages in London, and finally after about a month he found an Orphanage managed by a sister near Yorkshire. He managed to convince the sister that he was abandoned and thanks to some emotional manipulation and the fact there was literally nothing about him available, as the police called in by the sister were unable to trace anyone related to Percy and so could do nothing other than allowing him to be taken into the Orphanage.
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*MC P.O.V*
It's been a week since I've begun living in the orphanage and I gotta say, life's pretty good! Well anything compared to my past was heaven. The police and sister at the chruch did try to make me open up after they found out about my scars and the fact that there was nothing on me, but after playing the traumatized kid card they left me alone, and decided to allow me to stay here. But I gotta say, they old sister is truly a sweet heart, as because of my ” Tormented ” past she is really kind to me and has allowed me to have my own room to avoid confrontations and she also hides my past from the other kids to avoid any questions being asked.
Thankfully the kid's whilst curious at first soon began to leave me alone after I avoided them and so life's good. Though on a side note, I've also begun to wear a scarf that I bought with my money and I am planning on making it my thing, you know like Luffy and his hat. It's just a black scarf, its plain and simple, pretty nice.
And you know, after being properly washed up and finally being able to wear proper cloth's, I must say that I am a pretty cute kid who will definitely be a looker in the future, I mean I look dope, with my Dark green eyes that seem to gaze onto your soul and suck you in. And my hair long shoulder length, with it's un-natural dark almost blood red color will stand out anywhere, and I also soon realized that this will cause some trouble in my future espionage missions so i think i didn't think'd this through, hahahahaha *awkward silence*. I've also found out that my birthday is in July 05, 1980 same year as lil ol Harry.
Also since I have begun living in the orphanage I begun to train my magical reserves because if any wizard sees me and checks on me they are going to freak the f£$k out and probably preform experiments on me. Not a future I want *shudder*, I mean I am a god damn kid with the magical reserves of an ȧduŀt, this is essentially like a kid junjuriki in naruto.
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It's roughly been over 8 months and right now I am crying, I mean I just stubbed my small pinkie toe near the door frame and that hurts like a motherf&%ker, super-body or not. I think i chipped the door frame, the little shit deserved it though.