Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic 2 Chapter 1 - The Trespasser

"c.r.a.p, c.r.a.p, c.r.a.p!"

A black hooded young boy raced across the rooftops of London as he ducked and weaved corners. Gunshots came from behind resulting in multiply sparks coming off around him.

"You'll pay for this Trespa.s.ser!"

The boy jumped off the roof top grabbing onto a lamppost before sliding down to the ground. He took off running with the angry mob shouting curses at him.

"That was close," he thought before turning his hoodie inside out, turning it into a white one instead of a black one, he also took some dark blue contact lenses out of his eyes, "d.a.m.n drug dealers, all I did was burn a couple of tons of drugs, didn't have to frickin chase me this far."

The boy had s.h.a.ggy dark brown hair and a lean build. Despite being young, anyone could tell that when he grew up, he would become a handsome young man. What was most noticeable were his bright yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. As they were his most noticeable feature, he would wear contact lenses to conceal it.

"Oh well, think there's a bit of time before calling it a night." he said looking up at the stars before hearing the cries of a girl.

He sighed before turning his hoodie back to black and inserting his contact lenses.

...

"Please don't!" a girl with bright red hair begged as she cuddled up in an alleyway, "My father will be here soon!"

"Well daddy's not here kid, you're coming with me!" an older man said menacingly, "Oh you'll fetch a good price!"

Before he could say anything, an iron bar smashed into the man's head before falling to the floor and rolling back. The man staggered back as he looked at his attacker.

"Leave the girl alone," the boy said as he picked up his iron bar, "or give me a reason to beat the c.r.a.p out of you, either way."

"You little runt, come here!" the man dashed forward aiming to tackle the boy to the ground using the weight difference.

The boy kicked off and ran straight at the man. Before colliding, he did front flip over the man while striking the man's head with his iron pole. The man fell to the ground unconscious leaving the girl to look on stupefied.

"Hey kid, you alright?" she looked up to see the boy standing over her and she crawled back slightly afraid.

The boy sighed before pulling his hood back and taking his contacts off. He looked at the girl who was staring at him, "Better?"

She looked up to see that the boy was barely older than her. What caught her attention were his golden eyes that seemed to glow in the night.

"Are my eyes that scary?" he said tilting his head slightly

She turned her head to the side in embarra.s.sment, "No, they're not, just interesting."

The boy gave her a small smile as he held out his hand, "Come on, I'll take you home."

She looked at his hand before taking it while blus.h.i.+ng red furiously. Despite how dark it is, the boy still noticed and smiled slightly. The girl was probably at an age where she started taking interest in boys.

"So where do we go?" he asked while walking along the street

The girl kept her head low as she answered, "I, kind of snuck out on my own, but I do know someone at the leaky cauldron that could help get back."

"I could say a whole hour worth of reasons why that was a stupid idea," the redhead winced slightly as she looked further down in shame, "but then again, that would be hypocritical of me."

She looked at the boy with interest as they kept walking, "What about your parents?"

"Don't have any."

"I'm sorry." she mentally kicked herself for even asking

"Don't be."

They walked in silence for a while, every now and then a car would drop by making them hide.

"Well we're here." she said as the Leaky Cauldron appeared before them, "thank you."

"No problem, stay safe," the boy was about to walk off before feeling a tug on his hoodie.

"Umm, I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley, what's your name?

"Vincent Wong, well nice meeting you Ginny, see you around." Vincent gave a wave before disappearing into the night, leaving Ginny to look out curiously before entering the bar.

If Vincent waited a bit longer, he would have seen a green flash of light before smoke came out of the chimney.

...

"Hey, Sister An!"

"Morning Vince, busy night?"

A woman in sisters clothing was currently watering flowers in front of an orphanage.

"Wasn't that bad, just some drug dealers. I saw a girl get attacked before saving and accompanying her back home." Vincent shrugged before helping the sister water plants.

Sister An runs an orphanage that was full of children who had similar conditions to Vincent. For Vince, she's a mother figure to him. She'll often offer him a meal or two a day whenever she could. Knowing that she's not in any financial trouble, Vincent helps lost kids find her orphanage. Even though it seems like Vincent is throwing a lot of work onto her, Sister An generally likes looking after the children like they were her own. What Vince didn't get was where she got her money, but it wasn't his place to pry.

"Vincent Wong, the Trespa.s.ser saving the damsel in distress," she gave a small giggle

The Trespa.s.ser is a nickname giving to Vincent's alias as a vigilante. It seemed to fit him since he constantly stuck his nose into other people's business.

"You know it's not like that Sister An," Vincent said with a small smile of his own, "I just do whatever I want to do, I'm no hero."

"Brother Wong!" Vincent turned around and saw a group of children coming up to him with big smiles on their faces, "Brother Wong, are you here to play with us?!"

The one who was speaking was a small girl of nine years called Nim. She was rescued by Vincent when her family tried to beat her for their own amus.e.m.e.nt. Vincent was around the area at the time and took her away to the orphanage. She was now under the legal protection of Sister An.

"Hey you guys." Vincent gave each of them a hug with Nim being first in line, "Nim, I would like to stay and play with you guys, but I still have to prepare for tomorrow."

"You got a girlfriend?" Nim suddenly looked crestfallen to which Vincent gave her a pat on the head.

"Nah, just got some people who need a punch in the face," Vincent got smacked in the head by Sister An.

"Don't influence these kids Vince, I still don't think well of your night-time activities!" She scolded him.

Vince rubbed his head while all the children hid behind him as best, they can. They already the know the terror that is known as scolding.

Sister An looked at the scene and sighed, "Kids, run along now, I need to talk to Vincent."

"OK!" all the kids ran back into the mansion.

"Come visit us again Brother Wong." Nim said giving a small hug before running away.

"She's quite fond of you." Sister An said with a smile

"Can't help that I'm too handsome." Sister An just rolled her eyes at his narcissistic remark

"So, Sister An, will Dumbledore let me attend Hogwarts?" Vincent asked suddenly causing Sister An to put her hand to her forehead and sigh

"Vincent, in the entire history of wizards there has never been a muggle that has attended a wizard school," she explained, she pulled out a stick after confirming that no one except Vincent and her were around before waving it on some dead plants.

The once dead leaves started turning green again before looking nice and healthy. Vincent watched all that with his bright eyes.

"No matter how much times I see it, magic is amazing." Vincent said with a small smile

"However, while we're on that," Sister An glared at Vincent, "There has never been anyone who has become immune to the obliteration of their memories."

Vincent gave a dry laugh as he remembered that one night so long ago.

...

"Obliviate!" Dumbledore put his wand back into his pocket before strolling off.

"Albus Dumbledore,"

Dumbledore's eyes widened as he looked back at Vincent whose eyes were blank from the spell, regained their golden colour.

"Um, Mister Dumbledore, my memories are still intact," Vincent looked confused before shaking his head side to side, he had a small headache that didn't last long.

"Did I make a mistake?" Dumbledore thought before aiming his wand at Vincent again, "Obliviate!"

Another flash of white light appeared and disappeared as Albus Dumbledore watched closely at the now glazed eyed boy closely.

"Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore's eyes widened in shock as he saw the light come back to the boy's eyes.

"Interesting, it seems he self-consciously used my name as a trigger word to recover his memories." Dumbledore thought as he stroked his beard, "how should I handle this?"

"Vincent," Vincent looked up to Dumbledore in curiosity, "You can't tell a single person about magic is that understood."

"Yes sir," Vincent nodded his head before looking sheepish, "but, is there a possibility I could be a wizard?"

Dumbledore looked slightly apologetic, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you don't have any talent of a wizard in you."

Vincent looked down slightly upset, but he expected it to some degree. He looked up at Dumbledore, "If I can't learn magic, then can I learn about wizards?"

Dumbledore gave a sigh as he scratched his beard, "I have a friend that runs an orphanage near here, you can visit her whenever you have a question about our world. She will also monitor you to some degree as a guardian of sorts if your OK with that."

"Sure!" Vincent nodded his head enthusiastically leaving Dumbledore to sigh as he thought about what he had just released by giving the boy this information.

They walked off into the night with Vincent carrying the two metal rods with him.

...

"Well, it's not like I could help it," Vincent gave small chuckle while Sister An just held her forehead and sighed, "I wish I could see Hogwarts someday."

"As a muggle, you have qualities and skills that wizards don't possess," Sister An said while still tending to her plants, "if it's you, then maybe you'll see it one day. That reminds me, Hogwarts students start school tomorrow."

"Well I'm heading back, I'll see you later Sister!" Vincent gave a wave as he ran before leaping up onto a wall. He then walked across it before jumping on a nearby roof and running off, leaving Sister An to sigh.

"There is a front gate," she muttered before levitating a broom towards her to which she caught. She then started sweeping up the pathway.

...

"Well, home sweet home,"

Vincent gave a wry smile as he walked through the ruined house. The house was abandoned on since he was a mere boy. Ever since he found that out, he started using it as his home. He hadn't heard of any future renovations that could possibly affect the place in the future, which was amazing considering how old the place was. He suspected that Dumbledore or Sister An had a hand in that.

The home consisted of a single room with a clean bed, which was provided by Sister An at her insistence. A small draw for his clothes was placed at the corner of the room while a doorway leading to the bathroom was situated at the other end. The plumbing surprisingly worked, although Vincent had to manually refill the water himself.

Vincent pulled out a map from under his bed before taking a seat on the floor. The map showed all of London, what stood out the most were the red crosses marked everywhere on it.

"Last night was the thirteenth one," he muttered as he crossed another place out, "I only have one more place to go to. It's an abandoned building next to King Cross station and the last known drug dealing place in London. Once it's taken out, it would take a long time before drug dealers can sell drugs again."

Despite being a vigilante, Vincent never took things outside the law apart from small arsonist attacks on warehouse's holding drugs and trespa.s.sing. The way he usually works is by running around the rooftops at night and helping those being mugged and kidnapped in dark alleys if he's nearby. If discovers something like drug trading going on, he would usually give the police a call. If it was something that the police couldn't handle quick enough, then he would put a stop to the trades. He once came across a mob of kidnappers, to which he beat up one at a time. If he had waited for the police, then they would have been long gone. While Vincent enjoys it, he knows he's just one person. He can't do everything alone.

This group that Vincent had been hunting down recently had an incredible reputation in the streets as the boss of all drug dealers in London. Most of the drugs circulating London, had come from them. Vincent, overhearing this, resolved himself to take them down. In the few days he had found and burnt down thirteen drug storage's and helped the police capture around ninety percent of the group. Now there was only one last place and the job would be done.

"Well, I've got to rest up." he said looking outside at the bright light s.h.i.+ning through the windows, "Got a busy night tonight."

He threw off this hoodie and place them neatly on the dresser along with his two metal rods which he looked at with a small smile. He then jumped into bed trying his hardest to sleep through the day.

...

It was extremely late at midnight when Vincent made his way to King Cross station. He arrived at the abandoned building with a frown. Saw plenty of cars parked in front of it indicating that there was a lot of people in the building.

"Great, more people, yay," he muttered unenthusiastically before ringing a nearby payphone, "h.e.l.lo police, yes, it's the vigilante here, the Trespa.s.ser? Yeah, it's me, so I found a place that has a lot of drugs and idiots for you to round up, think you guys can help? Hey, isn't it a civilian's right to call police when it comes to these sorts of matters? It's in the abandoned building next to King Cross station."

Vincent hung up on the police before they could question him further. This is how most of his heists went, he would call the police to legally arrest the thugs since Vincent didn't have the authority.

Vincent looked up at the building before entering. The whole building had a few holes in the floor and the stair held up pretty well despite being badly cracked around the edges. It was around the fifth floor where he finally spotted a group of people laughing and drinking beer over a fire that they made in a metal bin. Vincent saw the drugs all stacked up in a corner with a person keeping watch.

"Why are you all celebrating?!" silence reigned over the group while Vincent watched curiously.

"That Trespa.s.ser has burnt all of our drugs, this is the last batch we've got!"

"So, he must be the leader," Vincent thought as he watched all the men cower slightly to a well-built man.

He was bald and in a black tee-s.h.i.+rt. He was not the tallest, but he gave off a dangerous feeling that made Vincent feel danger.

"B-boss, the Trespa.s.ser won't dare to come here, look at all the men we've got!" one of the men spluttered out before a hand grabbed and threw him across the room. Vincent's eyes widened at the incredible show of strength that the man used.

"We have to move all this out by tonight, the fact that he knows all our locations till this point means that one of our men talked, if that's the case then he'll know about this place, understood?!"

"Yes Sir!

"c.r.a.p, the police won't get here in time!" Vincent was hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with all of them, but it looks like he would have no choice, "Well, here goes nothing."

...

"Hurry up you buffoons!" the muscled man was getting impatient seeing his crew mates not taking the job seriously. They were all lugging drugs into the cars outside.

"Hey, what happened to Jerry and Mike?" he asked noticing that one was missing

"Jerry went to take a leak sir,"

"Mike went to check something on the roof,"

"Useless goons," he muttered

As the night grew on, he knew that something was wrong. The moment one of the crew mates went off on his own, he would disappear and not return. Soon it was just him and four others.

"Where, the h.e.l.l is everyone?!" he said frustrated

The rest of the members were all huddled together with the boss as they realised that they were the only ones left. Even though they were slow, they still knew that something was very wrong.

"Everyone, guards up, we're not alone!" the boss readied his pistol and looked around with his flashlight, the other members did the same.

One of the members walked towards the staircase when something dropped from the sealing hole. He yelled and took a step back before s.h.i.+ning his flashlight on the object. It turned out to be the unconscious form of a fellow goon.

"Guys over he-?!" an iron bar smashed into the side of his head knocking him unconscious.

"Mathew, what happened?!" the boss came to the unconscious form of the goon.

He frowned before hearing the rest of his men shout in pain before a few gun shots resounded and then silence. He kept his awareness up and walked very slowly around each corner.

All of a sudden, he felt a chill on his neck and managed to duck out of instinct. He felt wind pa.s.s over his head before replying with a roundhouse which would have worked if the target was bigger. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the hooded figure.

"A kid?!" he thought incredulously before the figure dashed straight at him, an iron bar in each hand.

...

"He's strong," Vincent thought as the man dodged another strike, "he's stronger than me, but I'm faster!"

Vincent struck at the man's legs with his rods. The man managed to block one but not the other. When it connected with his kneecap, he cried out in pain before falling to the ground.

Vincent was about to knock him unconscious before having his eyes widen at the gun barrel at his face. He barely managed to block with his rods before being kicked in the stomach. With the man's strength Vincent flew back across the ground before sliding to a kneeling position.

Vincent felt an intense pain in his stomach and knew that it would leave a nasty bruise. He forced himself to dodge behind a wall for cover as sparks went off right from where he just was.

"I never would have guessed that the Trespa.s.ser was just a kid!" the man called out, "what, playing hero wasn't enough for you?!"

Vincent say there recovering whatever stamina he had. He grimaced slightly as he looked at his whereabouts. There was a window in front of him which he considered using as an escape route. He had a wall to his back and a doorway to his right which led to the man.

"It's nearly morning now," the man muttered as he tried to get up only to fall back on his bad leg, "you sure gave us a lot of trouble kid-"

He fell short as soon as he heard sirens go off in the distance. At that moment of distraction, Vincent threw a rod at the man's face. It connected with his jawbone with enough force to send his head back with a jerk. His eyes turned white as he fell down knocked out.

Vincent gasped for air hard. He exhausted himself completely taking out all of those gang members. The kick probably broke a couple of ribs, but apart from that, he was ok.

He made his way over to his rod which he picked up and placed in his homemade sheaths on the side of his pants.

"Well," Vincent coughed as he leaned against the door, "that could definitely have gone better."

He groaned as he heard footsteps behind him.

"Freeze, this is the police!"

Vincent didn't even spare them a glance as he ignored the pain and jumped through the window.

...

"He got away again!"

"Send some men to catch him."

"Roger that sir, let's move!"

Half of the police squad went after Vincent while the rest stayed behind to apprehend the gang members.

"Hey boss, isn't this guy Frank Merlin, he had military training and was well known for upfront fights."

The leading officer inspected the unconscious bald man and made his judgement based on the surrounding.

"He was ambushed, the Trespa.s.ser must have taken advantage of the dim light. He also managed to take out his leg early on making the guy unable to move that well," the officer tapped on the indent on the man's chin, "he also had an insane accuracy when he threw whatever object at him, probably an iron bar or something. We already know he carry's around two rods, so he probably used those."

The younger officer looked in awe at his superior. He was amazed at the deductions he made with so little information.

"What does get me is that he must have made a mistake or misjudged something during the fight," the leading officer thought as he remembered Franks profile the man was incredibly strong and well known for his quick response to attacks, "what exactly did he misjudge?"

...

Vincent was lying down on one of the benches near Kings Cross Station. He had switched to his white hoodie and had taken out his contact lenses. It's been a couple of hours which he used to rest.

"Sister Ann's going to give me it now," he grumbled, "man this sucks."

It was now nine O'clock. He had spent an entire night taking care of those dealers.

"c.r.a.p the police," he mumbled as he spotted them coming down the street searching and questioning everyone and everything, "if they come to me then they'll notice my injury."

He spotted a car with the window open. He stared at it blankly.

"Well that's convenient," he muttered as he made sure that no one was looking before getting in the car, "seriously though, who leaves their window open?"

...

"ACHOO!!" Mr Weasley looked rather confused which was noticed by Mrs Weasley.

"You getting a cold dear?" she asked worryingly

Mr Weasley just waved it off, "I'm fine, but that's beside the point. Where's Ron and Harry, they should have crossed here by now?"

"They missed their train, I hope their alright." Mrs Weasley said worryingly

"They'll be fine, they wouldn't voluntarily get into trouble, will they?"

...

"Why can't we get through?" Harry hissed to Ron

The only way to get on the Hogwarts Express was to get through an invisible barrier at platform nine and theatre quarters.

For whatever reason, the barrier wouldn't let them in.

"It's gone," said Ron sounding stunned, "the trains left."

"I think we better wait by the car," Harry said nervously as all the pedestrians were looking at them weirdly, "we're attracting too much aren't—"

"Harry!" said Ron, his eyes gleaming, "The car!"

"What about the car?"

"We could fly it to Hogwarts!"

Twenty-four hours later, people would tell Ron that this was the dumbest and most stupid thing he had ever thought of.

...

"Someone's coming in," thought Vincent as he heard the boot of the car open. He hid himself in the backseat under a mat hoping that they wouldn't pay enough attention.

He heard the back door open before closing. Whoever opened it must have put something in the back while rus.h.i.+ng. He took a peek out and his eyes widened.

"No way," he saw a white owl in a cage just staring at him curiously

He remembered that Sister An has an owl as well. When he asked why, it was because wizards use them as their main form of communication.

"Are these guys wizards?" he thought in excitement before looking at the driver's seat.

As soon as he saw two boys the same age, he felt like something bad was going to happen, "um, they don't seem to have a license with them."

...

"Ok Harry off we go!"

Ron started up the car in their invisibility mode. They took off in the air a second later although it was a bit rough.

Harry was horrified at Ron's driving skills and he watched as Ron nearly crashed into Big Ben

"RON TURN LEFT, TURN LEFT!!"

"b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l HARRY, YOU DRIVE THEN!"

Vincent was watching with a blank expression at what was happening before him. It took a moment before he lost it with the bickering.

"WHY THE b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l IS THIS CAR FLYING?!"

Silence came over the car as soon as Harry and Ron realised, they weren't alone. They both turned around at the same time to see Vincent looking sheepish.

"Hi." Vincent have a small wave before Ron had a horrified look on his face

"We're taking a muggle to Hogwarts," he said in disbelief as he turned back around to see where he was going, "we're taking a muggle to Hogwarts, oh man Harry, we are so done."