Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic

"Pa.s.sword, I need the pa.s.sword," he muttered as he threw the bones to the side. "From what I hear, The Fat Lady has been replaced by that blubbering idiot knight. Can"t believe he"s still around actually."

His thoughts turned to Vincent. "That boy was strange. Didn"t use a wand throughout that whole time. Given, he was absurdly strong so there was a chance that he thought that was enough."

Despite himself, Sirius smiled as he remembered the chase. He had to admit, that was the first time in ages that he enjoyed himself. Remembering the ticked off expression of Vincent, he laughed to himself. "Probably won"t run into him again."

Sirius" smile faded from his face, he remembered what he came here to do and a flash of murderous intent came across his face. "Your going to die Peter."

He was shaken out of his thoughts as a ginger cat made its way into the cave. Sirius smiled. "Doesn"t your owner keep an eye on you? Walking all the way from Hogwarts is a bit of a journey don"t you think?"

Sirius pat the Crookshanks before noticing a letter being held in its mouth. "Now what have you got here?"

He opened the letter and took a glance through it before suddenly paling when he discovered it was addressed to him. "Someone knows that this cat has a connection to me?!"

Face grim, he looked through the letter carefully.

"h.e.l.lo Sirius Black"

"My name is Vincent Wong. I"m the one that you pelted with Dungbombs by the way."

"That kid?" Sirius thought confused.

Sirius frowned as he looked at the words. As he continued reading, his eyes narrowed even further.

"...don"t worry, I won"t tell anyone about your connection to Crookshanks here."

"What are you planning?" he thought curiously before noticing an additional sentence at the bottom.

"Oh, one more thing. Check the back."

Sirius turned the paper around to see a small flower. As he reached forward to grab it...

Squirt!!

Some transparent liquid gunned straight for his eyes as if guided, hitting them full on.

"AHHHH MY EYES!" Sirius covered his eyes in agony as he dropped the letter. He rolled around the floor as his eyes stung and burned. The flower fell off revealing an additional letter that read:

"Payback, sucker."

He would later find out that it was just lemon juice.

...

Vincent, Arnya, and Sister An were in the living room with a pot of tea on the middle table. The atmosphere tense, they sat in silence, waiting for someone to make a move.

Arnya then poured herself some tea.

"So that"s what you"ve found out," Sister An muttered after hearing about Vincent"s deductions.

"That"s what I"ve heard, but I want to hear it from you," said Vincent.

Sister An took a deep breath. She looked at Vincent who had a questioning gaze, as if asking if she was alright talking about it.

She gave a small smile to let him know that she was fine. After a glance at Arnya she started talking. "I wasn"t around when Lily died. The news was sent to me by owl. When I got back, first thing I heard was news of Peter dying to Sirius who was then accused of being the one who betrayed the Potters. Not long after, my mother died from the grief and I was left alone."

"Just when I thought no one else could be taken from me, another would die. After that, I went searching for the Longbottoms whom were captured by Death Eaters, and friends that I was on good terms with. I hunted every Death Eater I could find, looking for information that could lead me right to them."

Sister An took a sigh. "I killed, no, murdered many of them before finding the Longbottoms, but I was too late. Their minds broken, souls damaged, I flew into rage and killed nearly all the Death Eaters there. Only five survived due to the arrival of Dumbledore. And you know the rest..."

Sister An couldn"t help but advert her eyes from Vincent"s, although she trusted him, she was still afraid of seeing the judging eyes of Vincent.

"...I"m happy that you told me," Sister An looked up to see Vincent with his smile. "Really, I"m happy in the trust that you showed me."

"...Even if I was a murderer?"

Vincent looked directly at Sister An. "If you"re looking for forgiveness, you won"t get any from me."

Sister An smiled bitterly at Vincent"s words. She knew that what she had done, to murder so many people couldn"t be forgiven with a few words. "Never expected it in the first place."

Vincent continued. "But I"m still happy that you told me. I feel like we"ve gotten closer."

Vincent looked at his hands. "For years now, you"ve looked after plenty of children, children that has had no place to call home. Me included. The you that killed plenty, even if they were criminals, is not the same as the one that"s been looking after those children."

Vincent then looked up at Sister An"s expression, the smile on her face losing all signs of bitterness. "I don"t care what your past was like, I like the Sister An I"ve come to know and love."
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"...Thank you, Vincent."

Arnya wheeled away before wheeling back with a tissue box which was received by Sister An who nodded in thanks. Sister An took a deep breath before nodded again to to Vincent, indicating for them to continue.

"Sister An...do you know who Sirius is after?"

"..." Sister An took a deep breath. She looked Vincent in the eye before answering. "Before school started, Sirius Black came to visit me."

Vincent felt surprised, but let Sister An continue.

"He said...he said that my brother is alive."

Frowning in confusion, Vincent asked Sister An. "How can that be? Sirius blew him up right? He even left a finger behind to prove his death. Not to mention, why would Sirius be after Peter of...all...people..."

Vincent"s confused expression changed to one of realisation. "Unless, Peter was..."

"The one who betrayed the Potters, yes."

Vincent glanced at Sister An who"s hands were clenched tight, turning white. He honestly didn"t know what to say. Suddenly a thought came to mind.

"So Peter is at Hogwarts?!" Vincent exclaimed.

"My brother managed to keep the fact that he and his friends can transform into animals a secret," Sister An said.

"Animagus," Vincent felt the final piece in the puzzle come together.

"Crookshanks has only gone after Scabbers."

"I"LL BRING THAT INSOLENT LITTLE RAT TO h.e.l.l WITH ME!"

There was also something that Ron said to Vincent that seemed odd, but not worth noting.

"How long have I had Scabbers? A good decade or so. Huh? Why has he lived so long? We take good care of it I guess, I mean if Charlie can handle dragons, a rat shouldn"t be too difficult."

"Peter Pettigrew, he"s Rons rat, he"s Scabbers," Vincent muttered.

...

Scabbers, no, Peter hid under the quilt covers in terror. The cat known as Crookshanks prowling outside. He once again cursed in his mind at how unfortunate it was.

"Sirius is out to kill me and now this stupid ginger cat is trying to kill me," he trembled. "I-I shouldn"t have betrayed them...No! The Dark Lord would have killed me...anyone would have done the same right?"

Who knows how many times he repeated the same words over the past decade.

"Oi! Get out of this room, you filthy cat!" A voice called. The door shut with a reluctant meow. "Who let the b.l.o.o.d.y thing in here the first place?"

"Scabbers, where are you?"

Peter wiggles his way out of the sheets to see a familiar redheads boy pick him up with a smile.

"There you are, nearly gave me a heart attack," Ron said as he placed Scabbers in his shirt pocket.

Peter inwardly sighed. "The Weasley family, such gullible people."

...

"A rat, huh," Vincent pondered as he walked around the rooftops. "So that"s why Crookshanks is obsessed with Scabbers."

He knelt and jumped down into a lower building before proceeding to get up and walk again.

"So what are you planning?" Arnya asked as her wheelchair did a little hop to Vincent"s level.

"Not sure," Vincent scratched his head as he stopped to kneel down. "It"s hard to make a plan without Peter overhearing it, if he does, he"ll escape."

Vincent looked at Arnya who wheeled next to him and sighed at how convenient her wheelchair was before looking down on the streets, very few people walking around. A small blond-haired girl caught his eye, she sat at a park bench, hugging the side of her arms. She kept looking for someone frantically.

Vincent got up. "Arnya, is she crying?"

At Arnya"s nod, Vincent took of the hoodie he was currently wearing switched it around with a grey jacket from his pouch instead. "If you can, stay here and watch, it might be more effective with one person."

Arnya looked at him in confusion as he walked around the building before spotting a place he could safely get down. Arnya didn"t follow this time, but watched from the building, interested to see what Vincent was doing.

"Hey, you ok?" Vincent asked the girl as he knelt down in front of her.

The girl nodded, before shaking her head. "No, I"ve lost my mom."

Vincent pointed to the empty spot next to her. "Can I sit here?"

The girl sniffed and looked up to him. "Mum tells me not to talk to strangers."

"Heh, well, she"s right, you shouldn"t talk to people you don"t know," Vincent saw the girl play with her fingers nervously and smiled. "But there is a saying, strangers are just friends waiting to happen."

"Friends?" she asked questioningly, she wiped away her tears, interested in the conversation.

"Yes, friends," Vincent sat down next to her. "Do you have good friends?"

She nodded. "Y-yeah, they stick up for me, help me with homework. We also play on the playground a lot at school. It"s fun being with them."

"How many do you have?" Vincent asked.

The girl thought for a bit. "I have like, a thousand friends!"

"Wow, you have a thousand?!" Vincent praised as he made a look of surprise.

"Eh heh," the girl laughed at Vincent"s reaction. "That"s right, a thousand!"

"Do you remember every single one?" Vincent asked.

"O-of course," the girl stuttered as she folded her arms. "It"s easy."

"Reeaallly?" Vincent interrogated the girl who looked sideways.

"W—well, I bet I have more friends than you!" The girl sprouted out.

"Heh heh, I have a million friends!" Vincent claimed as he too folded his arms, imitating the girl. He then gave a condescending look. "That"s way more than what you have."

"Your lying!" the girl pointed accusingly at Vincent.

"Am not! You have no proof!" Vincent turned his face the other way before looking back. "How do I know that your not lying about a thousand friends?"

"Because I said so!"

The girl and Vincent looked at each other for a bit before bursting out laughing. After a bit, their laughter faded, leaving the girl to look down at the ground. She swung her legs a bit and looked down.

"Hey mister, my Mum didn"t forget me right?" she asked. The girl kept her head down. "Even if she"s mad? We went Christmas shopping just now, I wanted a certain present, but she wouldn"t give it to me. I got angry and ran away. I know I was in the wrong, but it was something I wanted for a long time. Hey, do you think she"ll still come for me?"

"Do you love your mother?"

She nodded.

"Does she love you back?"

She nodded again.

"If what you said is true, your mother will find you no matter how hard she has to search, believe me. Something that small won"t make your mother abandon you," Vincent encouraged. "Look, you"re not the only one who cries when you don"t get what you want. "

"How do you know that? You don"t look that much older," she muttered.

Vincent chuckled. He then pointed forward. "Is that your Mum right there?"

"Freya!" a voice called. The girl looked up to see an blond woman rush frantically towards her.

"Told you she"d come for you," Vincent said as he got up.

"Mum!" she called and waved. "I"m over here!"

"Thank goodness, you had me worried sick!" the mother gave a sigh of relief as she slowed down to a walk. "You don"t go running off like that you hear!"

Freya looked down in shame. "Sorry Mommy, I won"t do it again."

"Haah, well, I"m just glad that you"re alright," she then looked at Vincent. "h.e.l.lo young man, now who might you be?"

"He"s just some weird boy that came to cheer me up!" Freya said, making Vincent"s smile twitch.

"Freya, be nice!" the mother scolded. She then turned to Vincent and bowed slightly. "Thank you for looking after my daughter."

"It"s only natural to help someone if their in trouble," Vincent rea.s.sured.

"Well, yes," the woman smiled as she held her hand out for Freya to hold. "Well, it"s late, don"t want to worry daddy now do we?"

"Ok Mum," Freya waved at Vincent as they walked off. "Bye bye little Uncle."

"I"m only thirteen!" Vincent felt his eye twitch, but still kept his smile and waved them off.

After they disappeared, Vincent walked in the opposite direction. Looking around, he frowned and took a turn in an alleyway where he sighed. "Three, two, one...maybe I was wrong or off by a bit—?"

"Dumb kid, don"t you know it"s dangerous at night?" three burly men entered the alleyway. All of them looking at him dangerously.

"Saw you guys looking at that girl a bit too much, people might get the wrong idea," said Vincent.

"None of your business kid," one of them spat. "Actually, since the girl"s mother cane, I guess we can make do with the boy."

"Stupid of him to walk around without parents," the other mumbled as they started circling him. Cutting off all forms of escape. One of them held a syringe of some kind, making Vincent narrow his eyes.

"Easy way, or the—!" the man with the syringe didn"t even see it coming. Vincent elbowed him in the stomach, feeling a good solid crack.

With the man bending down in pain, Vincent delivered a fist right into the mans chin. With an additional crack, the man"s head snapped back along with his body being kicked to the wall. He slid down, eyes rolled back in his head and a large red welt on his chin.

"...Huh, I keep forgetting how much stronger I got," Vincent said to himself as he turned around, just in time to see the other two men pulling their guns out.

His golden eye"s eyes flashed as he rushed to one of them and kicked the hand pulling the gun out. His kick crushed the hand against the wall making the man scream out as he slid down the wall holding his hand, the gun falling to Vincent"s feet. Vincent turned to the other man who held his gun up, aiming at his chest. In that split second, Vincent"s mind went through several possibilities.

"Rush him while avoiding any lethal hits to the body. Not likely."

"Kick the gun at my feet to his face, stunning him while I rush and disarm him..."

"Dodge the shot and kick the gun out of his hand..."

"Use my hand as a shield to avert the bullet"s direction, then use my other arm to nail him. But I"d lose my arm in the process, it"ll make the fight harder.."

"Wait, considering my strength now, option two might be my best shot, with slight modifications..."

Vincent"s foot smashed the gun at his foot forward with such power, shooting towards the man"s foot. Upon connecting, the man"s face morphed into one of shock as his leg gave way, making him fall forward with the gun in his hand going off, the bullet pa.s.sing by Vincent. "The b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l is with that strength?!" He thought, alarmed.

"Now!" Vincent ran up to the man and kneed him in the face. The man"s whole body tumbled backward, leaving him in a spread out position with foam dripping out of his mouth.

"If this was a couple of years ago, I"d have definitely been shot in the stomach or chest," Vincent commented to himself as he walked back to the only conscious man. The man shook as he looked at the teenage boy glaring down at him.

"Heeey, buddy," Vincent gave a pleasant smile as he knelt down to face the man directly.

"W-What the h.e.l.l are you—?!" The man shut up when Vincent slammed the man"s shoulder into the wall, making the man yell out in pain. Fear covered his face as he felt the boy"s strength, monstrous.

"That doesn"t concern you now, does it?" Vincent said, still smiling. "Now, I"m going to ask you some questions, and for every answer I"m not happy with, well, let"s just say you don"t want to find out."

The man felt his shoulder crushing under Vincent"s grip and gritted his teeth in pain.

"What do you want to know?" The man muttered in defeat.

"First, once captured, where were you going to take me?"

...

"No memory?" a cop asked, baffled.

"Yes sir, the three men in question have no memory of how they ended up in their current state," a forensic scientist reported. "A broken rib, two dislocated fractured jaws, one broken hand, and a bruised shoulder. All signs at the scene indicate that is was caused by one person, one extremely strong person."

"Just one person did this?" the cop thought for a bit. "The Trespa.s.ser perhaps?"

"Could be, although it"s strange for him to be without weapons," the scientist pulled out a piece of paper, "Well, whoever did it, they left this behind. An address and time."

The cop looked at the letter with a thoughtful expression. "Send some people to keep a lookout on the place. Ask them to report to me later if anything noteworthy happens."

...

"A memory potion and a note to tell them where and when those three meet up with the rest of their group," Arnya muttered.

"I"ll also be there to see if the police will do anything, and if it all goes well," Vincent explained. "The guy did say that they weren"t the only in this trade."

"You"re not going to beat them up yourself?" Arnya asked.

"Sure I can probably beat up a lot of people, but that"s only something I do if there"s no choice and I"m confident," said Vincent. "Not to mention, every time I done so in the past, I either failed or recieved some pretty serious injuries."

"Failed?" Arnya pondered leaving Vincent to scratch his head embarra.s.singly.

"I used to get overconfident, leading to so many mistakes. Like they"d get away, or have way too many firearms," Vincent explained. "That"s why I resort to sneak attacks rather than fighting directly. Last year, I nearly screwed up when I underestimated an opponent. Broke most of my ribs actually."

Vincent thought for a bit before smiling. "Then again, if it wasn"t for that, I wouldn"t have hopped into Ron"s car, taking me to Hogwarts."

Arnya looked confused while Vincent waved it off.

"Well, the meeting point that those three men spoke about happens in two days," said Vincent. "I better gear up a bit before then."

"Gear up?" Arnya thought.

...

Sister An sat in the living room, looking at the place where Vincent sat hours ago.

"He really has grown hasn"t he?" she thought, smiling.

A long time ago, in that very room, a certain old wizard brought a very dirty boy with golden eyes to a tired looking woman.

"Annie, I leave this boy in your care..."

"Although that boy, he never knew that he saved me too in a way," Sister An thought.

All of a sudden, Sister An felt something in her pocket and pulled out the slip of paper that Sirius gave to her. She raised an eyebrow at it as words started appearing on the surface.

"Vincent never ceases to amaze..."

//...AUTHORS NOTE...

Rewritten this chapter loads of times due to dissatisfaction in the quality before deciding that I might be stalling the release for too long.

I thought that I might as well post it and see where I can improve on.

Well, regardless, as always, thanks for reading, see you guys soon!"