Gah. Okay, I never actually intended to write another fic, I have enough on my plate as it is and it's nearing my final exams but this damn plot bunny won't leave me alone, it's been messing with my head for weeks! ;-;

Alright then, whatever happens, enjoy. Oh, and since I can't really force myself to make a long chapter, this will be drabble-like too. Maybe. Or maybe it will be sporadic, long or short, I dunno, but I'll try.

Disclaimer: Pandora Hearts and Harry Potter are not mine. I'm just borrowing their characters.


Chapter 1

Harry Potter is a very strange boy. He knows that.

Weird things always happen around him.

Like that time when he somehow transported himself to the roof to escape from Dudley and his gang in a Harry Hunting game, or that time he turned his hair electric blue.

His relatives were displeased with the unnatural occasions happening around him. Wait—scratch that, they seem to dislike him in general. No normal boy would live like he does, treated by his own family as if he is a disgusting leftover that rotted in their refrigerator.

Then again, he is not a normal boy.

But beyond that, he knows that there is something more about him. Something odd and different and unnatural, like it's not supposed to be there.

He could tell, no other boys—normal or similar to him—can see golden lights scattered everywhere; warm and beautiful and ethereal, constantly keeping him company on lonely nights in his little cupboard.

No other boys can survive living without food, or drink for ten days, even more without feeling hungry or thirsty at all. He learned that when he accidentally ruined Uncle Vernon's favorite leather jacket. It is as if his body doesn't need any sustenance anymore.

No other boys have never get sick, because Harry never gets sick at all. His injuries heal faster too.

No other boys have eyes like his. Heterochromia is somewhat normal, but his left eye is always changing colors, and there is a circular pattern inside it. Sometimes, it's black, then indigo, and dark purple. But there are always flecks of golden in it; as if it is reflecting the golden lights he sees everywhere.

His right one is the same shade of his mother's though. He remembers Aunt Petunia saying about it when she insulted him. ("You ruddy boy, you think batting your mother's pretty little green eye would get you out of this?")

And lastly, there's no way that any other boys would have someone named Leo living in their head, claiming that he is the person Harry was before he became Harry.

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