"Ravens. Beautiful creatures, aren't they?" he asked, stroking the one on his shoulder. She stayed quiet for a moment, before, "They are, Harry" "My name isn't Harry," He shouted, outraged. The raven flew off, shaken by the sudden volume. __________________________________________________________________________________ They had left him alone on 𝒽𝒾𝓈 doorstep in winter, with just a thin baby blue blanket, which was not fit for any baby. They had told 𝒽𝒾𝓂 that they would come back to…