I'm doing a rewrite of my first fanfiction, It's not much different, but even the smallest of changes can make something better and I hope that is the case with this. Enjoy, tell me what you think in a review. Much love to all my readers. ^^

I wanna note that I have a new Beta and I'm totally thankful to them for all the effort that they have put into helping me. Thank you so much!

WARNING! Slash! This is going to be slash.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be writing on here, or would I? But none the less, in my best interest I state, I do not own Harry Potter.

Thoughts

Regular Speech

A Hybrid's Fate

Prologue:

Minister of magic, Rupert Blackmon, stood outside of Number 4, Privet Drive with a little bundle cradled in his arms, wrapped in a light blue blanket.

Wrapped in the blanket was a baby with ebony black hair that brushed gently against his forehead, flawless, pale skin that had a slight silver glow, an angelic face with a small nose, and large, almond shaped eyes; they were malachite green, but seemed to change colors when the light would hit them in a certain way. And if you looked closely you could see veins of silver woven in like a spider's web, from the pupil to the edge of the iris. All in all, they were as captivating and beautiful as the boy himself.

Looking down, Rupert noticed the child was staring back at him with a serene, knowing look in his eyes and it unnerved him more than it should have. It's like he knows what is about to happen, what I'm about to do, the minister thought to himself.

He felt a pang of guilt shoot through him at the realization that he was separating this small boy from his mother. Questions of whether this was the right thing to do, rushed through his mind, causing him to start second guessing his plans, but he quickly pushed his doubts to the back of his mind.

"This is for the best. I'm doing it for you, you know? You'll grow up like a normal child, with a loving normal family and when you are old enough you will go to a school for magical children. I'm saving you from… I'm saving you, really I am." The minister mumbled to the child and to himself in an effort to regain his former certainty, it was too late to turn back anyway, trying to bring the child back to his mother now would be nothing more than a suicidal act, hidden beneath a façade that portrayed amends.

Ignoring the nagging feeling that leaving this child here would be the worst mistake he would ever make, he cast two spells on the child, then set him on the door step, with a letter: noting a first name, his age, reason for being there, and what he was to be portrayed as to the public, in relation to the family. Then walked away, quietly repeating to himself; "It's for the best, it's for the best…."

Chapter 1: Meeting Alanna

A gust of cold wind blew past a small boy, making him shiver and his shoulder length, black hair followed the course of the wind. He was slightly smaller and shorter than the average boy of 6 years of age and didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him, making it even more difficult for him to endure the chilly weather.

It was late winter, but he was outside in shorts and an old T-shirt, working in a dying garden. He wasn't sure how long he'd been outside, he had stopped counting the amount of time he worked outside, years ago; it didn't change anything. However, he did know he was cold and wanted to go inside.

Suddenly he groaned in pain, clutching his stomach as it cramped from lack of food, he was hungry, too.

"Harry! Get in here RIGHT! NOW!" He heard his aunt screech at him from the front door of the house.

"What do you think you're doing out on a cold day like this and with so little clothing on, too. I know you like playing in the garden, but this is ridiculous…"

Frowning in confusion, Harry focused his attention on a woman at the door, who was looking down at him with a kind smile.

Ah, so that's why… Harry realized.

"Did you not hear me, young man!? I said get in this house, NOW!"

Rolling his eyes, Harry stood up quickly, brushed off his pants and rushed over to his aunt and the stranger.

As he got closer he looked at the woman, taking in her appearance. She looked about 28 years old and was around 5'5. She had waist length black hair and dark green eyes. Her nose was small and straight, she had coral pink lips, and her skin was a creamy pale white. All, in all, she was very beautiful.

"Little boys shouldn't be outside on days like this, they may catch a cold," said the strange, but pretty woman, when he reached the two.

Harry gave a small nod, but looked at her suspiciously… Why is she so concerned? She doesn't even know me. Harry thought to himself. He knew he shouldn't be outside, but he didn't know why she seemed worried about it.

Looking away from the strange woman and to his aunt, he saw a scowl on her face, and repressed a scowl of his own, deciding to settle for an internal sigh. She's just angry that she won't have her garden worked the rest of the day. That is, if she wants to salvage her 'perfect' image…

It shined a negative light on her, regardless of who she blames it on, because she was his guardian and he was her responsibility and saying that she didn't know he was outside would make her look like an incompetent caretaker. Most people just accepted his aunt's lies; perhaps they were too stupid to think outside of the box in regards to the situation, but for some reason this stranger seemed different.

"Get in this house now, young man. I can't believe you would do something like this, again." Yeah, I can't believe I would do something like this again, either… Harry thought in annoyance.

"How irresponsible can you be?" Oh, yes, it's entirely my fault; I just love to go outside on a cold day simply to embarrass you… oh and let's not forget, you sent me out there, but that's entirely irrelevant I suppose.

"Now, go! I don't want to see you until dinner."

Thank you, I certainly won't mind, seeing as how it'll get me away from your ear-grating voice and my eyes won't have to endure your unsightly face. Contrary to his scathing thoughts though, Harry had a reprimanded look on his face.

He nodded quickly and went inside. No questions asked, no inside thoughts spoken, just happy that he could, finally, come inside and get out of the cold and maybe he would sneak into the kitchen to get a quick snack without his aunt's notice.

His aunt looked at the woman, whose name they had yet to learn, apologetically, "I'm so sorry about him, he's a little 'off' if you know what I mean," the woman sent Petunia a quick glare, but she missed it, still ranting about her troublesome nephew. "I just don't know what to do sometimes, one can only take so much strangeness…" Nodding every once in a while, while listening to Petunia's tirade, she waited until she could speak. When Petunia paused to take a breath the woman, taking advantage of the moment, quickly cut in "I understand completely " she said with a strained smile, feeling sick to her stomach, at hearing the woman talk about a child that way, though Petunia seemed completely oblivious to the lack of sincerity behind that statement and smiled back at her. Continuing on, the woman introduced herself "I'm Alanna Valiane, I just moved here and I live right across the street, it's… nice to meet you."

A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter of my rewrite! Please review, I'd like to know if you think it's better or not. If, not, well, the original is staying up, so yeah. Ta.