A/N: I do not own the sandbox that is Harry Potter..I just enjoy mucking about in and Sometimes pissing in it to ruin other peoples days :D Excuse the language.

Prologue

It was a cool autumn night on Privet Drive, a night that most people would find peaceful. However Petunia Dursley couldn't sleep, she didn't know why but she just felt..Uneasy..Even as she listened to the sound of her husband snoring in the bed beside her she just couldn't bring herself to sleep.

Soon enough she gave it up, slowly getting out of the bed and heading down the stairs to get a glass of water, as she was passing the front door however she heard the hushed voices of people talking outside and stopped, her brow furrowed and she pulled open the door, only to find no one there.

It was quite strange, but that was when she looked down and gasped, placing a hand over her mouth, kneeling down in her robe she picked the baby boy up, a tear rolling down her cheek. The only reason he would be here was if..no she couldn't believe it..It meant her sister was dead and now, her son was all that was left.

She wanted so badly to take Harry into the house, to raise him with the love and care that her sister would have but then her mind cut to the man upstairs, a man with a hate of anything different...She sighed and stared down at her nephew, the tiny child sleeping peacefully swaddled in his blanket.

Then the Idea hit her, there had been a time in her youth when she had traveled, if only to america to study for a little bit. In her 4 years there she had met so many people from so many cultures, and she had become great friends with this couple she had met in her Introductory Japanese course, she had kept in touch with them over the years and not too long ago they had moved to britain, both having wanted to live there for a long time now.

The couples names were, Edgar and Rebecca Greyfield and they had gotten married after they had all graduated. Edgar worked from home. Rebecca on the other hand had quite a bit of money left to her by her family so they were well off all around, able to do pretty much anything they wanted, often when Vernon was at work they would meet up and have lunch or just talk.

Petunia sighed and went inside quickly, grabbing the car keys off the hook and her purse from the cupboard under the stairs. She shuffled over to the SUV, holding Placing Harry in Dudley's safety seat before she quietly backed from the drive and began driving towards a small plot of land not too far away from Surrey.

It was late, so not too many people were on the roads, And the roads got emptier the closer she got to their house. Soon she was pressing the intercom button, she had been wiping tears from her eyes the entire drive, looking back at the sleepin baby boy in the back seat every now and again..She heard Edgar answer the intercom with a bleary voice. "Hey..what are you doing here this late Tunia?" his voice was deep but kind in a gentle way, like he wouldn't hurt a fly, but she had seen him angry and he was like a furious god, bringing smite upon anyone who hurt his loved ones.

"Ed..Something's happened we need to talk.." She couldn't keep the tears from her voice and Ed heard it, without a word he buzzed the gate open and went to wake his wife.

It wasn't long before she was sitting in Edgars study, arms wrapped around Harry with Ed and Becca sitting across from her, tears in their eyes. "That's terrible Tunia.." Rebecca sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes after the story, her eyes falling on te baby "So you want us to care for him?"

Petunia nodded and looked the couple over again, Edgar has long brown hair that fell in his face, and although not a tall man, he wasn't particularly short either. He wore glasses and had striking brown eyes, he was quite handsome but not in the typical way, he seemed to have an air of confidence that women, and some men, just found irresistable.

Becca on the other hand was gorgeous, If a little odd, with her bright green hair and red framed glasses, not to mention her heterochromatic eyes, one green one silver, she was shorter than Edgar but still an average size for a woman of her age.

Petunia nodded and stood, walking over to them and handing Her best friend the baby, her nephew. "Yea..I want him to feel loved and cared for, and he won't get that with Vernon, please.." She couldn't continue and sniffled, Harry was placed in Edgars arms as the two women hugged, one crying, the other comforting and gently stroking her back.

Edgar looked down at Harry, his new son, with a smile, he and Becca had been trying for a couple of years now, but no luck and now he would have a son to care for.

And this..was the start of Harry James Potter-Greyfield's new life.

It had been 10 years since Harry had been adopted by the Greyfields and what a 10 years they had been, at a young age he had proven himself to understand things way above his grade level, he was like a sponge for information, soaking up anything and everything he could, hell he'd read most of the books in his dad's study and his dad hadn't even done that.

And we rejoin Harry as he sat with his father in his study, talking about his work, something Harry found very interesting, desgning weaponry for a small arms company based out of America, it wasn't the guns themselves Harry found interesting, no it was more the engineering it took and the pure genius that made them work.

His father's line of work had even caused him to take up the hobbies of Airsoft and paintball, though the former is what he prefered. And he was quite good, even had a team in the junior division where they lived.

All in all harry was raised well, in a loving environment where he picked up some of his parents more..eccentric tastes.. He currently had streaks of teal running through his black hair, something he sometimes got weird looks for but he didn't care, he also wore shirts based on anime's and often watched them when he had the time.

However all this would soon change..Because an owl was flying towards the large house as they went about talking in his fathers study, the letter joining the small pile on the carpet of the front entrance.

Harry's mom was humming as she grabbed the pile of mail from the front step and began sorting through it, dancing and giggling all the way to her two big men in the study where they usually were. Her eyes fell upon the emerald green ink and the parchment of her sons Hogwarts letter and she paled a bit, before peeking into the study and waving for Edgar to join her in the hall.

Harry was left to his own devices at his own desk that Edgar had put in his study, though at the moment Harry had decided that without his father to discuss things with he would be better off watching Mobile Suit Gundam and waiting for his parents to finish their chat.

Edgar looked his wife in the eye and hummed when she told him what had arrived, Petunia had warned them that this would happen, that Harry was a special child who would one day be given a place at a very prestigious boarding school, but Magic? That was a bit of a stretch to the imagination the while Edgar would love for it to be true, he just couldn't bring himself to believe it, at least not without some kind of proof.

Everyone heard the intercom on the front gate buzz and when they checked the camera no one could prevent the grin that would stretch across their faces at the impertinent pink haired girl currently holding her mouth open and flicking her tongue around like an animal. Becca just rolled her eyes and pressed the button. "Just come in Nymphadora, you have a key for a reason." The girl on the other side of the intercom managed a cheeky grin before coming inside and hugging the two adults she thought of as an uncle and aunt pair, and during the hug she couldn't help but notice the parchemtn clutched in one hand.

"Oh my god, you guys didn't tell me Harry was Magic!" She squealed jumping up and down in a giddy fashion, Harry despite not knowing that he was someone of import in the magical world, had managed to hide the fact very well, he had always preferred his hair long and it covered the scar rather well, not to mention he had always gone by Harry Greyfield rather than Potter, he didn't know why but it just felt more natural to have your parents last name.

The young witch barged into the study like a bat out of hell, and tripped falling flat onto her face, only to quickly get up a moment later and continue her mad dash over to her best friend since forever, her hair shifting through so many colors you'd think you were looking at her through a kaleidoscope as she wrapped her arms around Harry and squeezed him for dear life. "Ohmygoshyoudidn'ttellmeyouweremagictooHarry!" She was squealing in his ear and the 11 year old was confused, until his parents game in and handed him the parchment, he read it, with Tonks bouncing happily next to him as he did and he was astonished, him magic?

Tonks waited until he was finished before grinning. "Isn't this great Harry? I thought we'd be seperated for school but now you're gonna be going with me Were gonna learn magic together!" Harry just kind of nodded dumbly and began looking over the rules parchemtn again. "Oh it says were allowed to bring...Wait whats a muggle?" Harry asked quizically before Tonks kind of Gestured to his parents.

"Uncle Ed and Aunt Becca are muggles of course, the fact that mum said there are no wards around your house has to mean that, plus you're not on the floo directory, and i've never once seen them use magic while I was here. Muggles are non magical people Harry." She seemed to have calmed down just a moment. "Oh Mum is gonna be so shocked when she hears!"

Harry nodded and looked up at his parents, who up to this point had been quiet and only slightly smirking at the excitable girl that their son had managed to befriend the moment he met her.

4 year old Harry was giggling to himself as his mother pushed him on the swing at the playground nearby, his little feet kicking through the air without a care in the world, a look of pure bliss on his face. His mother of course was a little worried when the giggles suddenly stopped and he jumped off the swing to run over to a girl that was sitting on the ground crying, looking to be about the same age as Harry but with shockingly bubble gum pink hair. She had 3 older boys surrounding her and laughing while pointing at her. "That'll teach you and your weird hair Nymphadora!" The boy just smirked down at her. "Too clumsy for your own good, no wonder you haven't got any friends!" Becca saw a woman with light brown hair, fair skin, and dark eyes swiftly approaching the boys but Harry managed to get there first and valiantly pushed the much larger boy away from the girl.

"You leave her alone! It's not right to pick on people because of how they look! And she does have a friend and his name is Harry Greyfield!" He harrumphed, crossing his arms and glaring at the older boys, the young black haired boy not expecting the push he got as well, landing him on the girl he was trying to protect, which left them a pile of tangled limbs, the boys just running off while laughing while Harry and Tonk's mums came to help them detangle.

Tonks was sniffling as she looked up at the boy who had saved her, staring into those deep green eyes she felt something just click and she launched herself at him, hugging him. "W-will you really be my friend?.." She sniffled onto him, snot getting all over his favorite Inuyasha play shirt. Harry just tilted his head innocently and grinned down at her, despite being covered in dirt, dust and snot, his glasses slightly askew he just nodded. "Of course! I'm Harry, I don't have many friends either."

And that was all she wrote, ever since the two had been inseparable, even though Andi(Tonk's mum) and Becca had to occasionally tell them off for pranking their teachers or other students too hard, Their fathers just found it hilarious and even gave them ideas every so often. Like the one where they took the screws out of their teachers chair and watched as they fell on their arse in front of the whole classroom, and despite a thorough check they never did find the necessary tool to take the screws out.

Weeks passed after Harry received his letter and since the entire Greyfield family had gotten a crash course on the magical world, it was enough that Harry had begun unconciously cycling his hair through colors like Tonks did any chance she got now, making everyone aware she was not the only Metamorphmagus in their small group. The time came for everyone to go to Diagon Alley and when they arrived the amazed faces that the Greyfield family wore were priceless, unable to tear his eyes off the bustling cobbled street Harry stood there, open mouthed, his hair turning a stark white, though oddly it kept the teal streaks he had become so accustomed to.

Tonks just giggled and grabbed his and her mum's arms, dragging them off towards Gringotts, when he caught sight of the tall, seemingly lopsided, marble building Harry was in awe, the trips to the vaults were rather uneventful, other than harry and his parents grabbing probably more money than was necessary for such an outing, almost 3000 galleons for his school supplies. Harry planned on filling his trunk and bookshelves in his room full of books he would buy.

They went to the trunk shop first, and when they arrived they were greeted by what seemed to be a disgruntled teenager, only working there for the holidays who just kind of grumped at them before he heard the jingling of gold and immediately brightened up. "Welcome to Laughtons Luggage, if You need packin, we aint slackin." He almost winced at the horrible line he was forced to say before Harry saw what was possibly the most beautiful trunk of his life, it was Dark black wood with a silver metal trim, and what appeared to be several keypads on the top, but instead of numbers they were words, 'Kitchen', 'Library', 'Rune Workshop', 'Bedroom'. The list went on forever it seemed, a room for every occasion, and when Harry saw the 1500 galleon price tag he grinned and pointed to it, saying that this was the trunk he wanted all through his schooling.

His parents of course could not say no to the puppy dog eyes he gave them when he asked and Harry left the store with one fully loaded trunk being dragged through the air behind him, (It had a built in levitation charm no less AND a shrinking charm!) Tonks looked just slightly jealous of the trunk but she was happy with her standard one nonetheless, they stopped soon enough, in Madame Malkins, to get the two first years their robes, and other than a small conversation with a very haughty blonde boy, who Tonks warned him away from, he was perfectly happy standing there getting fitted.

The day continued on, leading the children through the alley to get their wands, a pet for Harry, (A Small Snake that had caught his eye when they'd walked in.) and finally they arrived at Harry's new favorite store, Flourish and Blotts. He walked in, giddy to get his hands on some new reading material, and he spent a good 3 hours searching the shelves for interesting reads.

He reached high to place a book back on the shelf and accidentally knocked the next one down onto his head, he picked it up and rubbed the top of his head. 'Ancient Runes: A Beginners Study of Magical Engineering.' And with a grin he threw it into the basket, he had always loved building things or making things with his hands, and his parents had always encouraged him, leading to more than a few pet projects that now lay scattered around his room, like the super powered airsoft pistol that fired in exceeds of 1200fps. The pistol had broken after he had in fact proven that he could make it that powerful.

The day ended with Harry sitting in his room that night, flipping through the pages of the Ancient Runes book he had bought, and from the looks of what he was reading, he wouldn't be getting any sleep that night, instead he would be practicing, because Runes didn't require magic to work.