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"They had you climbing mountains at *four*? And didn't even let you stop even after you broke your damned wrist? Fuck... Dammit, even 'fuck' isn't a strong enough word for it.

"What I remember at four? Little shit, I can't even remember anything at four. My memories start at seven, Henry Bendix's face looming over mine, telling me that I'm lucky. Yeah, *that* Henry Bendix. The guy whose spine I ripped out. Stop fucking interrupting me.

"So he told me about how lucky I am, that I'm one of the chosen ones. Now, I was only seven, I didn't even know my own name, but I was suspicious at that already. Chosen for what? What the fuck does he want? I got the answer to that eventually, but first... first, I met Apollo. I knew Apollo even before I knew my own name.

"'Course Midnighter's not my real name. Might as well be; it's the one I've gone by all my life, and it's the one written on the Hogwarts letter when it found me. But fuck that, let me finish. Couple of weeks after my memories started, Bendix showed me what I was chosen for.

"I'm faster and stronger than any human being alive. Except for Apollo. And both of us are like that because Bendix had us strapped down on iron slabs and cut into us. Pulled out pieces of us and puts in other things. Fuck if I know what, really, but by the time I was nine, I could snap the neck of a grown man and outrun Olympic runners. And all of it is science. Muggle science, like how these fucktards would put it. Fuck if I know how Bendix managed to make them still work even in magic-infested places like Hogwarts, but they do.

"Probably has something to do with how many machines he straps me into whenever I go off on accidental magic.

"But anyway, I killed my first guy when I was nine too. Eventful year. Look, I know you're eleven. But just take one glance at Apollo and tell me that he's not the most fucking beautiful creature in the world. He's gorgeous. Even at nine, he was really beautiful. And there were these surgeons. They kept touching him when he was unconscious.

"I didn't- fuck. I *did* mean to kill them. Ended up killing them with a punch each to the chest. Hard enough to punch their damned hearts out of their ribs. Fucking spectacular, blood everywhere, and Apollo still unconscious because they doped him up. I dragged the guys over to Bendix, and told him what they were doing.

"Bendix sent me on my first assassination the next week. This time, I smashed a guy's skull right off his head with a stick. Broke the stick. But the guy's dead, so, whatever.

"By the time we got to Hogwarts, neither Apollo and I were normal. I didn't realise that then. Only really got it when I asked old McGonagall why the fuck the other kids couldn't see the fucking corpse-horses in front of the carriages, because like hell those carriages were horseless. The look she gave me... well. I knew then that I was fucked.

"Anyway, before that. We were sorted. Apollo to Slytherin, me to Gryffindor. I hated the Gryffindor self-righteous pricks at first sight, so I just took my plate and went over to Apollo. Right when the Slytherin fuckers were telling him about how he was surely pureblood wizard with his hair and eyes and skin. Whatever. I sat down next to him. Snape was the Professor already then, and Head of House, and he gave me a look but hell if I'm going to move.

"Apollo would tell you the list of punishments we got threatened with when we refused to leave each other alone. I broke into the Slytherin common room. He charmed his way into Gryffindor's. I went to his classes even when it's not joint Gryffindor-Slytherin. He came to mine. They were talking about detention and some shit like that, but I didn't care. I've gone through Bendix's shit. Nothing they do can faze me.

"It was Dumbledore who first told us that they're considering sending us back to the orphanage, because we're interrupting other people's learning. So fine. We go to our own classes. But hell if we're going to stop sleeping in the same bed just because some old fuck who can't see past his nose is threatening to send us back to the monster who fucked up our lives.

"Nothing particularly interesting happened. We met Jack - Hawksmoore, guy who control cities - during the year. I found him collapsed in the Gryffindor common room. Never noticed him before. He was naked and covered in random shit and shivering. And he kept saying he's hungry. So I dragged him to Apollo after giving him my robes, and Apollo got him to talk. Then we ended up going to the Forbidden Forest and burning whatever the fuck we can see so we can make enough smoke for him to eat.

"After my first year, Apollo and I started taking plastic and such shit with us to Hogwarts. We'll burn it at the edge of the Forest and let Jack eat the fumes. It's the only thing he can eat.