Harry sat in his cupboard knees to his chest hugging them. He couldn't see because Dudley and broken his glasses into a million and one pieces. That had been over a month ago and Harry was wondering when he was going to be let out. He coughed bad his body rocking with each harsh cough that he hid in his knees he wore only an oversized shirt that fell to his feet it had been Dudley's once upon a time.
Harry was supposed to be turning 7 tomorrow but he didn't look any older than 3. Pulling back he saw blood again and sighed. He didn't know why but he'd been doing that a lot lately.
He heard the clock chime 12 times outside. He was now 7. The house shook for some reason and he heard shouting. He hid his head in his lap to make himself as silent as possible.
"I'll ask one more time, Tuny!" A voice growled, just outside his door. " Where is the boy?"
"He's not here, Snape!" His aunt answered, "We threw that brat away the day he showed up. " Harry heard mumbling then the locks on his door being undone. "NO! YOU CANT OPEN THAT!"
Harry hissed as light filled his room. When his eyes adjusted he raised his head not that it helped any. He still couldn't see.
"How dare they." A voice the Snape voice said gently. "Hello, little one. I'm Severus Snape are you Harry Evans?" Harry shook his head. "no? May I ask your name them?"
"Freak." Harry replied, his voice barley a whisper. "I'm Freak."
"I see." Severus said softly, "Would you like to leave here and never come back?"
Harry nodded. He began coughing again blood fell from his mouth in a clump before he could hide his head.
He felt himself being pulled out the cupboard and into the man's arms.
"I've got the boy." Severus called, " Torch the house and bring the Muggles with us. He'll want to play with them once he sees this child. "
Harry watched his home burn and felt nothing his aunt, uncle and cousin were screaming but then he fell asleep. Holding his small tore up blanket to his cheek.
When he woke he was still in the man's arms. Head on his shoulder. He wiggled around.
"You're awake then." Severus asked, "Good, we've arrived. "
Harry looked around as he was sat down in front of a throne. The man sitting in it had black hair and ice blue eyes. He blinked his vision was still blurry.
"This is Harry?" The man asked he stood and walked around Harry. " Harry, you must be cold sitting on the floor take my hand..."
"I'm sorry, sir. " Harry said getting to his feet. Pain flooded through him. "But I am un able to see." He felt a hand take his. "Oh, thank you, sir." He was lead to the throne. The man sat down "I don't want to get you all dirty, sir. I should just sit on the floor..."
"So polite." The man laughed and Harry heard murmures of agreement. " You say you cannot see?"
"No, sir." Harry explained, " I had glasses but my cousin broke them. "
"Hold still and I'll fix that problem right away." The man lifted him into his lap and Harry felt something touch his head. Suddenly his vision was perfect. "How's that?"
"Oh, wow!" Harry cried, "Thank you, sir! I've never seen this well before!" He blinked then blushed, "Oh, I'm getting you all dirty and smelly, sir, I'm so sorry."
"It's alright, Harry." The man replied, "I'd like to talk to you about magic."
"There is no such thing as magic." Harry said smartly. " uncle and Auntie says so."
The man growled, "They lied to you, Harry."
"Why do you call me Harry, sir?" Harry pushed his bangs out of his eyes. Wait his bangs had never been in his eyes before and had his hair always been this black? "My name is Freak, sir."
Harry frowned as Tom gently washed him in the bathtub. That was a swimming pool . He wasn't sure he liked the idea of a bath but so far no one had tried to push and hold him under to where he couldn't breathe so he was fine.
Had his hair always reached his feet? He finally sighed and leaned against the man washing him his eyes drooping.
"Sir?"
"Yes, little one?"
"You called me Harry."
"I did."
" They always called me Freak... and well I was wondering... do you know my parents... "
"I am your parents."
Harry jolted and looked up at the man who smiled at him.
"You ... " Harry nodded, "Okay, ... did you want me, sir?"
"Very much." Tom sighed, he hugged his son to him. " I have much to teach you , my little Prince. " He kissed Harry's head. " Magic is real. Potter is not your name and you are not related in anyway to those people. Harry was not the name given to you at birth..."
"I don't like it."
"Good!" A woman huffed coming in. She had long black hair and wild looking black eyes. "I finally found some decent clothes. Do you like black, Hebi?"
"Hebi?" Harry asked getting out of the tub the woman dried him off then put him in black shorts black jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. She began brushing his hair. Tom watched from the tub. " What's that mean?"
"In my family it is customary to name our children after stars or constellations. " she said, "My name is Bellatrix yours is Hebi. It is Japanese for Serpent or Serpens . I like Hebi Thomas Riddle better."
"So you're my mother?"
Bellatrix nodded "Would you like a hair cut?"
"I really don't care, ma'am..."
"That is not the proper way to address me, my little Prince."
Hebi bit his lip as the woman... his mom began trimming his hair. He didn't know if he could do this. He'd never had parents before no one who really loved him. Would these people love him? Would they be happy that he was alive? Would they hug him, and kiss him, and tuck him in at night and do all things that his aunt and uncle did for Dudley? He began to hope so.