(McGonnagal's POV)
"So you are here for that demon child?" Asked the orphanage's caretaker.
"Demon?!" I ask. "Surely there is no reason to call a child such names!"
I have seen it before, magical children raised by supertitious muggles, they usualy end up with such a brand. I just hope I am able to undo any damage this orphanage caused on the poor child.
"Oh but he is a demon alright. He showed up as a baby on our doorstep one day, no letter, no basket, just him. We knew right away that he was abnormal, with that demonic eye of his. He doesen't talk to anyone, he doesen't eat, he doesen't drink, he doesen't sleep, he doesen't go to the toilet... he just sits on his room exercising every day. He also refused the name we gave him and just calls himself Free, no last name. He also also just gives a knowing smirk whenever someone call him devil's spawn and there was this time a snake got in the orphanage, Free TALKED to the thing! Thank god he never caused any problems or I would have kicked him out long ago." the orphanage's caretaker said without an ounce of shame. "If you realy want to take him out of our hands, then you have my blessing."
"It would seem that would be for the best." I say, worried for the child.
after guiding me to Free's room, the caretaker left.
"Come in." I hear a child's voice from the room.
I have not knocked yet. Did he hear my footsteps?
I open the door and the first thing I see was that eye!
Black sclera, blood red iris, pupil in a pinwill-like patern, it was rotating slowly and had the words NO FUTURE writen on the eyebrow above.
The eye oozed magic power and immidiatly felt dizzy for looking at it and had to force myself to look away.
"Hello." Politely greet the owner of the eye.
I look again, this time focusing on his other eye.
"Hello Mr. Free." I greet back.
The child was tall and had a muscular build, you could tell how handsome he would be once he grows up. He was wearin a striped tshirt and pants that resembled prison clothes.
Looking arround his room, I found nothing. No bed, no closet, not a single piece of furniture decorated the small cold room, but there were some blood stains, and nail marks arround. I was horrified at the implications of what the muggles may be doing to mister Free.
"Are you the professor that came to talk?" The boy asked taking his Hogwarts aception letter from his pocket.
"Yes, that would be correct. My name is Minerva McGonagal and I represent the college of magic and witchcraft of Hogwarts, and I am here to inform you, Mr. Free that magic is real and that you, are a wizard."
"Oh, I know."
"You know?"
"Yes. you see, 1st there is my eye that is quite obviously magical, second, I have a perfect memory, I remember my birth, I was born out of a caulderon, my father, a snake looking guy called Voldemort-" I shivered. How could a muggle child know of such name? Unless what he says is truth and he realy is You-know-who's child! "-Said I was a failed experiment and gave me as a snack to a werewolf caled Fenrir."
"How did you survive?!"
Free proceded to use his right hand to grab his left index finger and bend it backwards until I heard a crack.
I looked horrified to the child, who seemed to only be in a mild disconfort.
Letting go of his finger, Free shows it to me, showing that there was no injury at all!
"Is this some sick muggle magic trick?" I ask.
"Nope. I realy did break my finger just now, but aparently, I am immortal."
I look at him dumbfolded.
"Mister Free, even in the magical world, immortality is just a mith."
The child did not seem put out by my comment.
"Well, this 'not immortality', it allowed me to regrow my flesh from my bones after the werewolf ate it all. My regeneration was slower back then, it took a few days to regrow my limbs, but now it only takes a second."
I sudently got another theory from the blood stains."Please mister Free, tell me you did not test the limits of your so called 'immortality'." I say resisting the urge to facepalm at the dumb kid who believes to be unkillable when he is obviously just delusional.
Free just sheepshly pointed at the bloodstains in the room, like I feared he would.
I facepalm.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! WHAT IF YOU GOT A WOUND YOU COULDEN'T HEAL FROM?!" I scream my worry for the child.
"It is not like I felt any pain..." The scolded kid looks down.
I massage my temples in an atempt to calm down, and it pains me to say that there sure is something off here. I am not saying I belive Free's story to be immortal and You-know-who's son, but his eye does ooze magic, and he must have learned about Fenrir Greyback and You-know-who's names somewhere. I'll have to bring this story to Albus.
Feeling that the kid has learned his lesson on self mutilation, I change topics.
"So, what does your eye do?"
The kid seems to brighten up.
"It allows me to SEE so very much and at such detail! I can see the entire orphanage from my room, I can see and count the grains of sand that falls from hourglass, I can make people get dizzy when they look at my eye, and my eye can also spew cold fire."
"Cold fire?"
Free nods and then his magical eye starts to spin faster and sudently, black fire spew from it and floated in a fireball between us, the fireball then morphs into a small wolf and dies down, leaving behind a small ice sculpture of a wolf that Free proceeds to catch before it hits the ground.
It was beautifull magic, but I wonder just how much of what mister Free says is true. The cold fire and making people dizzy is obviously true, as I experienced it myself, but beeing able to count the sand grains in an hourglass and seeing through walls? I doubt it. Even more considering his delusional birth story. As magical as his eye is, I don't think one would have all those capabilities in a single eye.