HP and DRRR Crossover. Enjoy :)

The Wizarding World would surely be turned on its side if it really knew what I was like, how I felt about it all - society, people, or even Him.

He, who is considered sadistic, or even evil, by both muggle and wizard standards, saved me. I will never forget that. Even with selfish reasons I still believe that he saved me.

Perhaps that's why I fell in love with him.

No, I should re-phrase that; It's not love. I could never love anybody after being shunned for the first eight years of my life by both my family and those around me.

I remember that day so easily...

I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. The Dursley's would only give me more work if I stayed. But that didn't make my life any less hostile; both Dudley and his friends, and other older bullies in the neighborhood all liked to mess with me.

Vincent 'Vince' Kurkhill and his two goons - both blond twins that were fairly muscular and had the IQ of a parrot, repeating whatever their 'master' said - decided that today was a good day to do exactly this. They cornered me against an alley wall where I was trying to take a shortcut through, in order to avoid people like them - ironic.

"Hey Freak" came a mocking voice. I inwardly cursed Dudley for using that 'nickname' outside of the house, now others used it as well.

Reacting to that would only give them pleasure, so I look off to the side defiantly ignoring them.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?" Vince scowled at me.

"He doesn't want to talk to us I think," said one of the twins. I know their names were David and Mavis, I didn't care enough to tell them appart though.

"Well that's not very kind, afterall, no one else even bothers to try and talk to him but us. That's disrespectful. We should teach him about respect."

They were about to close in, but I was used to this kind of thing and still remained silent. I would not plead with them, no chance in hell, I've suffered worse.

Unexpectantly, a new voice arose from out of no where "Ah, what's this? Two cavemen, a home-abused bully, and a loner... sounds like the beginning of a bad joke to me."

I agreed with him, you could almost hear the 'walk into a bar' phrase that would have come afterward. I still didn't voice my thoughts though.

We all turned to the owner of the voice, he was fairly shorter than other guys his (probable) age, he was some sort of Asian, but his eyes were a deep red - nothing I've ever seen in any nationality before.

"Mind your business," Vince snarled at him.

"Hmm," he fake pondered for a few seconds "Nah, it's too much fun stripping those who delusion themselves into having some sort of superiority to others of their power."

He stepped closer to us and continued, "There is no real power in a little boy who cries at the end of his fathers fist, and makes up for it by having others cry at theirs. A classic 'misunderstood bully' scenereo." He sighed as if annoyed. Vince was red with embarassment and the twin 'cavemen' looked lost.

"How boring. But slightly more interesting then the other two. Individuality issues boys?" He smirked at them.

The three were furious - having your secrets exposed in front of someone, even a nobody according to the rest of the world, like me apparently called for action. The next thing I saw was them all rushing towards him at once, I'd suppose believing that three against one would work even against an adult.

There's one thing I could see missing from that equation though, the over-riding factor that this was obviously no normal guy.

The man's smirk only deepened. He, quite graciously in my opinion, side-stepped them, and in a flash grabbed Vince's wrists together behind his back and held them there, then in another second smashed his face into the side of the building.

He looked over at the other two and dared them to try something as well, they looked frightfully at each other and took off. So much for loyalty. The man looked back at Vince and raised an eyebrow. Vince only gulped in reponse. The man sighed again and dropped him, Vince didn't even spare him a second glance and ran.

"How boring" he repeated, but then turned back to me. His expression, I thought, would have been expectant - looking for a 'thank you' perhaps - but instead it quickly went from boredom to amusement. I was confused at first, but then realized that I must have had a shocked look on my face from his amazing stunt just now. I straightened myself up as best as I could and mumbled a 'thanks'.

He made no indication that he heard it, or at least aknowleged it. He did peer his eyes at me for a few minutes though and smiled suddenly, it was a little creepy but who am I to judge people.

"I believe your name is Harry, Harry Potter, right?" He said suddenly - said, not questioned, said as a statement. I would have asked how he knew, but he seemed to have known that stuff about Vince and the other two, so I just accepted this.

"Yes sir," I confirmed.

"'Sir'... in your culture is more reserved for older men. I'm twenty, not forty."

"Oh, er sorry Mr.-?"

"Izaya Orihara."

I had momentarily froze when he had first told me his name, everyone knew that 'Izaya Orihara' was a name associated with a sadistic information broker, temporarily here from Japan. It is said that he loves to see people suffer.

I have to say, I never thought that someone with that description would be that... cute? Could I even use that term for an older male, I don't know. But looking at him that day, that was my first thought - this guy is really cute. Then 'crazy' many of the other times I spent with him, and there were many.

My face must have shown a lot of shock again. He was once again amused and chuckled at my expense.

"I see you've heard of me. My, how my reputation spreads even here."

I could only nod in response. I wasn't sure what to do. I always thought that I'd runaway in situations like this, but here I am, glued to this spot and I'm not even sure why.

I tried to think of something to do, something to say... anything but stand here looking as idiotic as I felt.

"D-do you really love to watch people suffer?"

As soon as it left my mouth I wanted to face-palm. Of all questions... I thought he'd get angry.

But once again I was wrong, he merely laughed, as if I had told a joke that I over-heard and could not truelly understand, but told anyway because others understood it.

"It's not that simple. Humans are most interesting - their reactions, their predictability and un-predictability. It's more of just a result of my experimentation involving them that ends up in them suffering. I am viewed as a sadist because I will not stop my fun just because some cannot control themselves.

"Look at that Vincent kid; many would say that I am cruel because of what I've said, that's true, but I only stated fact and watched how he reacted towards it - negatively, thus 'suffering'. I enjoyed his reactions, how he wordlessly admited defeat. Therefore, I am a sadist in the eyes of others."

...Okay, I'm officially speechless. It makes sense in a twisted sort of way. Yet, it's morally-wrong in just about every way.

I hate to admit it but I'm not repulsed at all. I'm actually sort of facinated.

"Like a scientist?" I questioned.

He merely shrugged, "More for myself than for the sake of science though."

"I meant your methods though," I respond quickly. "Observation and experimentation. But, scientists can also be selfish. It could make them happy to see something react the way they want it to; like you..."

My sentence fades unsurely, I don't even know why I said it.

He frowns in thought. "I suppose." He pauses, "You think that others are like me?"

Is he psychic? I only implied that scientists might be, how did he know I was thinking that. Of course there are, they're probably in everyday society, just not as open.

"What about you?" His question snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"What do you think about humans?"

Me? I honestly don't think much of them. I aknowlege that I am one, that we are all human beings and all equal, regardless of what others say, but I don't think I'd care what happened to anyone in this town should they suddenly go missing or die. It sounds cruel, but they too have been cruel to me, so why should I care.

I guess to me, humans are a disappointment. Aren't we supposed to look out for each other? And yet there are those who hurt me, and those who ignore me, but never those ho help me.

"I see," he said suddenly..

Had I really just said all of that outloud?

"Sometimes people unconsciously voice the thoughts they secretly want others to hear." Was he always this philisophical?

"So you dislike and/or tolerate most humans. You seem to know just how to interact with them to survive."

What is he talking about? Does he mean from before, when I hardly reacted to Vince and his goons? I assume so.

"If you go along with them you're only playing into it and admitting that you are what they say you are. I can't defend myself, but I'm not going down without a fight."

He thought over my statement for a bit, then asked "What did you think of their reactions?"

Their reactions? What about them, they were angry. I made them angry, purposely.

"They were angry," I said simply.

"You knowingly made them that way." He said equally as simply.

"Yes. I'd rather they be angry than happy and triumphant."

He nodded smugly, "You wanted to triumph, you wanted to win... you knew how to make them act the way you wanted them to. You knew what reaction you wanted and strove to get it."

I nodded weakly. I suppose he was right, I did know what to do, how to react around people.

"Ah, if only you shared the same love of humans as I did."

I sighed, "It is interesting, seeing them do what you predicted that they would. But loving them is entirely different."

I knew I said that last pert bitterly, but I can't help it, I could never say that I love other humans. I don't think I'd ever be able to love humans anymore.

"Mmm, understandable; the entire town basically abuses you. Unless you were a masochist."

Implying...?

"Are you?" I ask.

There is a gleam in his eyes and he shrugs. I'll take that as a yes.

He suddenly looked down at his watch.

"I have an appointment soon," he said quietly. He looked back up at me, "We will talk again, Harry-kun."

He disapeared with a smirk on his face.

I never actually had expected to see him again after that, but I did many times. He found me and talked with me at all sorts of random times and places - on my own away from the Dursley's, in my own little section of the playground by the gate at reccess, even in my aunt's garden. He continued to see me, and I grew more interested in him each time.

But it wasn't until about a month later that I truely fell for him.

Dudley had gotten me in trouble for something that he did at school, my uncle was giving me a tongue lashing and threatening to beat me... it doesnt happen often, but once in a while. It's mostly verbal abuse though.

In the middle of his speech a knock sounded at the door. My uncle was too wrapped up in his own words to even hear the noise, so aunt Petunia was the one to answer it.

I hadn't thought anything of it at first, until my aunt started leading someone into the livingroom, more specifically Izaya.

Aunt Petunia looked awkward, but Izaya was calm and cheerful - he was up to something.

"Vernon," my aunt called to him.

He stopped and turned, about to ask why she interupted, but then spotted Izaya, "Who are you and what do you want?"

Before Izaya could speak, Dudley, whose mouth fell open when aunt Petunia led the informant in, interupted with a slightly squeeky "Izaya Orihara!"

I'm surprised he didn't faint.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at him in horror, knowing who he was from both their son and the gossipers around town. Izaya only smirked.

"W-what do you want?" Vernon tried not to stammer.

"Ah, I am here to ask about Harry-kun."

Me? Well I know that we talk and he teaches me stuff and all, but why come here; is he trying to get me killed?

"What do you want with that freak?" My uncle asked. I glared at him, Izaya calmly took out some papers.

"I want him." He handed the papers over to my uncle and I peered around him curiously.

Adoption papers? Adoption papers! Did he really? God I hope so.

My uncle was about to question him, "Why would you-"

But was caught off by one of Izaya's 'looks'. "I suggest you mind your business. Now, I could gain custody in other ways. It's relatively easy to document the abuse, compile statements and go against you in court. Or even bring up some of those debts you owe."

Vernon paled. Izaya continued.

"But I'd rather make this quick. I'm quite homesick and would rather return to Ikebukuro as soon as possible."

Vernon was red but, to my great joy, quickly signed the papers and shoved them back into Izaya's hands.

Izaya looked over to me "If you have anything, aside from clothes I'm getting you new ones, pack now."

I shook my head, I really didn't have anything worth wile or personal.

"Good, we can leave now then."

He grabbed me by the wrist and led me out the door, and into my new life.