Nightmare or Reality Part #1

Inside a small room at Number 4 Privet Drive, one golden-blonde-haired boy is attending to one injured, Harry Potter.

It's been a few minutes since Moses checked on Harry to see if he still had any injuries. He found out that only the mild bruises were left, and that was a good sign! Now Moses just needs to wait for Harry to gain consciousness, and he will be fine and stable from his injuries.

"Hmm..." Harry mumbled in his sleep.

Moses, noticing Harry waking up, immediately shook Harry's shoulder and woke him up.

"Harry? Harry? What are you feeling right now? Any discomfort, bud?" Moses muttered while gently looking at Harry's eyes, using a dot of light in his index finger to point at Harry's widened eyes.

"...I.." Harry mumbled,

"What, Harry?" Moses asked, and he leaned towards Harry to hear him better.

"I have...."

"You have what? Where does it hurt?"

"...a godfather," Harry uttered with his eyes closed; however, a small smile is on his lips.

"Godfather...?" Moses questioned, his head tilted while looking at Harry confusingly.

"Yes...! I don't want it here, Moses. This isn't my home..." Harry uttered weakly,

"I know, bud, Father will take care of it...and by the way, I think your uncle will get jailed after all,"

"You called the police...?"

"Of course, we called one, it's a procedure after all. Father will know what to do with it, so you can pack up now. In the meantime, you can go with us to the orphanage! The orphanage is close to Ron's house and Luna's house, so we can play there!" Moses exclaimed in glee while helping Harry stand up, he's already healed after all, just temporarily weak due to his loss of stamina from his body regenerating.

"Bu— but what about my godfather?"

"Of course, we will find him. He's like your closest of kin currently...right?" Moses asked with a positive smile while looking at Harry.

"Yeah... thank you, Moses." Harry expressed his gratitude as he stood up and looked at Harry with a thankful look.

"Hohohoho, you're welcome, young padawan, you just need to trust this grandfather, hohohoho!"

Harry looked at Moses with a weird look, and when Moses noticed his look, he stopped and made a thinking posture.

"Chinese novels are weird... but some of their plots are so good that I can't stop..."

"..."

WEEEWOOWEEWOO!*

"Ah! It looks like the police are already here. Look, Harry, I didn't heal you completely because we need a shred of evidence that they really abused you, so be sure to move gently, okay? Let's gather your belongings first, then we can head down!" Moses said as he grabbed Harry's things excitedly and put them in a case.

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A while ago, when Moses went inside Harry's room to check on him, Father Orsi took the Dursley family to wait in the living room. He went outside for a minute and called his associates to do this kind of thing to help him; after that, he went inside to have a talk with Vernon.

"I've already called the police—" Father Orsi started in a cool manner,

Ring~*

The telephone rang, causing the family to wonder who was calling, however, their question was instantly answered by Father Orsi. The next few sentences that they heard from Father Orsi were like a bomb from their 'ordinary' life. Every word and syllable that came out of Father Orsi only gave them a look of absolute terror in their eyes. After all, their 'ordinary' life as they know it came to an end before their eyes, and ears.

"—And that is supposed to be from where you work, you can kiss your job, your wife, and your son goodbye, Vernon Dursley. You will go to jail for a very long time. Oh, and Petunia, you will also be trialed for a probation sentence, while your son will immediately be transferred to an all-boys Catholic school. Great job for fucking up your life. Now comes the important part, I'll need to preach to the three of you; after all, you need to hear the words of God for the trials that you will experience." With his wake-up speech finished, Father Orsi sat down on the sofa, grabbed his Bible, and turned a page, not before licking his thumb.

Ring~*

Ring~*

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"Do you think we will believe you? You can't do this to us! You're one of them, aren't you? A FRE—"

"You better shut your mouth, you bastard. Do you have any idea how I'm tempted to just bang your skull on the ground?" Father Orsi said that with veins in his neck, he clenched his fist while doing so, causing Vernon to be a little intimidated.

At that moment, the door opened, revealing six officers. Father Orsi stood up to greet them.

'Six officers?' Father Orsi pondered. It was only a case of abuse; why would they send so many officers.

'...Maybe it's because the boy who lived is connected to the case that they put more importance into it. Then Dumbledore should've known it by now, right? Where is he?' Father Orsi questioned himself,

"Hello officers?" Father Orsi greets,

"Hello, sir, are you the one who called?" The officer in front said, as he gestured for the others to come in and search the place,

"Yes, that's right, lad." Father Orsi answered while eyeing the other officers, he was rather feeling a little strange.

"I see, we are here to arrest the suspect of abuse and give custody to the victim; is that them, sir?" The officer questioned him while pointing at Vernon Dursley.

"Yes..." Father Orsi uttered, dazed.

"I see. Thanks for your cooperation, sir. I'd just like you to step aside for a second there," The officer in charge muttered as he pushed Father Orsi aside gently and went forward toward Vernon Dursley with a handcuff. His look, however, was not focused on Vernon but rather a little busy, moving his eyes everywhere, seemingly looking for someone.

"...What department are you again, son?" Father Orsi asked while observing the man; the man then ordered his colleague to go upstairs, and then he turned around and faced Father Orsi.

"We're from the Metropolitan Police Service, sir. Important cases like this are directly jurisdicated to us since they pertain to important individuals such as the Boy-Who-Lived." The officer answered while letting Father Orsi see his badge,

"I see, can I have a talk with your Commissi—"

"Sir, we'd really like to finish our job now. If you have any complaints, then you can report them to our department." The man replied, at that moment, Harry and Moses came downstairs with a confused look, they were carrying a suitcase and a bag, and they had two officers behind them.

"Father, what's the matter?" Moses asked,

"...Nothing son..." Father Orsi answered with a calm smile. He looked at the officer in charge again and saw the man in question signaling the two officers behind Harry and Moses.

At the moment, Father Orsi widened his eyes in shock as he looked at Moses.

"GET DOWN!" Father Orsi shouted with veins visible in his neck; however, he was too late. The man behind Moses raised his handgun and aimed it at the back of Moses' head...and the pandemonium started.

The officer behind Father Orsi immediately injected his neck, which caused him to feel a little sluggish. From this moment on, every movement that he wanted to perform in his body was much harder than before; his body felt like it was under the water, so much harder to move, and his lungs and airways felt like they were blocked by something.

"Wha—" Moses uttered his words in confusion; however, before he could finish, the bullet passed through his head, causing him to drop lifelessly to the ground with a thud. Harry, who saw what happened to his friend, widened his eyes in shock and fear, but before he could do anything, the officer behind him covered his mouth and nose with a white cloth.

"HMMPP! HMmm —" Harry lost his strength little by little, causing him to close his eyes and fall unconscious, lifeless, in the grasp of the vicious man behind him.

"AHHHHH!", "MUMM! DADD!!", "HELPP!!" The shouts and shrieks of the Dursley family reverberated in the ordinary house, but before they could make any more unnecessary sounds, they were immediately silenced.

Not a second later, the sound of gunshots also appeared behind Father Orsi, causing him to turn his head behind him. In the middle of the living room were three bodies laid down on the hard, cold floor, with their blood slipping out of their heads. They were the Dursley family.

Father Orsi looked at all that happened in a daze with his knees on the ground. It all happened so quickly—not even a minute, no. It all happened within the twenty seconds of his life.

Father Orsi returned his gaze to the man that he thought was the officer in charge, only to find that the said man was pointing his gun at Father Orsi's temple at point-blank range with a maniacal grin on his face.

"Sorry, Father. Don't take it personally, it's just business. Send my regards to your god for me, will 'ya?"

That was all Father Orsi was able to hear before he felt a painful strike on the back of his neck, causing him to fall unconscious. His mind was puzzled by what just happened. All of his experiences as a human, a fighter, and a sorcerer, all gone because of the death of a person that he treated as his son.

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[]I'm sorry for the late upload, guys. Just had our shooting for graduation and a scholarship examination. Last week was particularly hard for me. I just lost a puppy too which is sad... I tell you, last week for me was pretty rough and it will still be rough these coming months too, that's why I'm apologizing in advance for the late uploads that I will publish. Don't expect that I'll drop these though. I have so many plans for this fanfic but only have so little time. Noob_Writer here, peace out. Thank you for supporting me, I appreciate it.[]

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