Extended Summary: He is everything Dumbledore feared. While most view the world as black and white, Desmond only sees various shades of grey. Too bad no one else sees it that way. Caught in the crossfire between Light and Dark. Will Desmond Lamar find his new place within the wizarding world as Harry Potter?

By your hand, millions – billions – of lives will be altered, caught up in a chain of events begun by you this day'

-November 27th, 2016, Bradford, West Yorkshire, England

For a second he was blinded by headlights, and then he went sailing through the air. Whoever said dying was quicker than falling asleep was a liar. He experienced a sickening pain that radiated from every inch of his battered and broken body as he lay starring up at the stars on the side of the pavement as people flocked to his aid. Blood was pooling around him as he heard anguished screams and hushed voices in the background before everything went dark.

The next thing Desmond knew was that he was free-falling through the darkness, tossing and turning. Time seemed to move in slow motion. The storm clouds shone with lightning and thunder is heard in the sky as The Harry Potter theme tune is playing in the background.

When Desmond opened his eyes the stormy sky is reflected in them. He felt like he was breaking into a million pieces. Somehow he knew deep in his gut this would be a one-way trip. After all as the saying goes 'It's not the fall that kills you; it's the sudden stop at the end'.

He didn't pretend to know what was happening to him. In the back of his mind Desmond feared for his sanity. Memories flashed too fast to grab onto as he caught snippets of his life. From the moment of his birth leading up to the precise moment of his death that began to play beneath him on a film projector.

As, Desmond continued to plummet into the imagery. Slowly, the images began to reverse and disintegrate. Time was being unwritten right before his very eyes. Then, without warning, smash! Desmond collided with the ground and lost consciousness.

-4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey 1st August, 1991

His back hit the ground with a painful oomph. As the darkness that had shrouded him began to recede his sight returned. Desmond opened his eyes to blurred surroundings. He had found himself lying uncomfortably on the bed. Desmond tried to sit upright despite, the lingering somatic pain he now felt. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there.

Desmond ran a shaky hand through his hair and took a sharp breath. He swallowed a lump in his throat as fear gripped him tightly and refused to let go. He placed his head in his hands as he wrecked his brain for answers, but came up empty as to how he had ended up in some little kid's bedroom. Swinging his legs around to the side of the bed. Desmond stretched over and turned on the lamp and grabbed the pair of out-dated glasses that normally he wouldn't be caught dead in, but desperate times called for desperate measures as he put them on and blinked as his atrocious eyesight improved. It was only when he caught a glimpse of his new reflection in the mirror that the penny finally dropped.

A boy with a thin face, knobbly knees, dishevelled black hair and bright-green eyes stared back at him.

Blood drained from his face leaving a sickly pale numbness to it. His heart rate could only be compared to the thrumming wings of a caged bird as his breath quickened. Desmond just sat there as a statue, like a monument frozen for eternity as it dawned on him.

His eyes widened like saucers as he pushed himself up onto his feet "No, it's not possible" He said, looking down at himself, his eyes widened as he held out his hands to ogle disbelievingly at their size. Then, he looked down at his legs. "I am! I'm Harry Potter!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

"It's 6am! Keep the ruddy wreck-it down or so help me if I have to come in there! You'll wish you'd never been born, boy!"

He quickly fought down the panic that rose, took a deep breath and replied "Sorry, Uncle Vernon, I had a nightmare. It won't happen again!".

"Too right it won't if you know what's good for you, boy".

'At this point I think it's safe to say that I'm either dreaming, dead or insane. I'm not sure which of those logical options I'd rather be right about now. But, I'm pretty sure it is the second option given that I was just moments ago struck down by a car and had bled out on the side-way. So, this must be my eternal dwelling place, my personal heaven like in the television show Supernatural. I suppose I always did dream of waking up in the world of Harry Potter as my very own fandom turned canon character. I guess I should just go with the flow. It's not like I can go back. Not that I have anything to go back to. So, I might as well make the best of whatever this is' He mused to himself 'So, a new life as Harry Potter. I wouldn't have chosen this form for myself, but I can't complain'.

After a long moment, Desmond shook his head and sat down on the edge of his bed. He was actually looking forward to what the future holds for him. Although he had to admit the prospect of what was to come frightened him. But, Desmond already knew the ending before the story had truly even begun. If he was right, he had arrived just in time for The Philosopher's of Stone. He didn't need to do much to the storyline except save a few lives that needn't have been lost and tweak a few events whenever it was possible for him to do so without over complicating things. 'I should also stop thinking of myself as Desmond Lamar and more as Harry Potter. I should think it'll be easier to adjust and adapt with that frame of mind'.

-Later that morning

The Dursleys awoke to find their nephew in the kitchen making breakfast for them. On the table was a stack of pancakes, a selection of fruit toppings, a jug of orange juice and a three plates filled with egg, buttered toast, bacon, sausage, mushroom and soda bread laid out for them.

"Whoa!"Dursley said and waddled over to the table "I can't believe you made all this?"

Petunia narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Harry "What has brought this on?".

Harry had decided to be more attentive to his relatives in order to get on their good side; he'd even go so far as to fake normalcy when he is around them in order to make living with them more bearable and perhaps in return they would be more lenient and allow him more food and occasional favours if he could pretend to something that he was not and that was normal whether it was in this world or his own.

Harry shrugged in a nonchalant manner as he fetched the coffee pot "I had an epiphany, Aunt Petunia. I realize now that I haven't shown much appreciation to you and Uncle Vernon. You raise me since I was a baby, given me food off your table, even let me have Dudley's second bedroom. I should be more grateful. I mean you and Uncle Vernon knew I would turn out just like my parents and still you took me in, despite choosing to shun the magical world in favour of normalcy. I know that I don't exactly fit in your ideas of normalcy, Aunt Petunia, so I'm trying to make light of a bad situation you could say".

"About time, boy" Vernon gruffed as he sits down at the table

Petunia looks sceptical and sits down to her own breakfast.

Harry poured his uncle a fresh brewed batch of coffee "I was thinking since you don't want any part of my world, and I don't want to have any part of yours. And also considering the fact that we're both stuck with each other for the next six years, in order to maintain the blood protection. I suggest that we come to some sort of compromise to make the next few years bearable".

This grabbed his uncle's attention, "What sort of compromise?" He said slowly in consideration.

"Whilst I'm here I'll try my best to give you what you want the most and that is normalcy. I want you all to start thinking of me as an unwanted house guest rather than an ungrateful burden that you're stuck with for the duration of the summer. I'll even go as far to start paying rent to sweeten the pot" Harry said slyly.

"I'm listening-".

"How does three hundred sound? That is a bargain considering I'll only be at your house for what roughly ten weeks. I'm sure that Aunt Petunia would appreciate the extra money or perhaps even Dudley".

"You don't have that kind of money" Dudley butted in.

"Actually, cousin I do. I have a trust fund that my parents left to be used for my education. I can spare enough to pay rent though. So, what do you say, Uncle Vernon?".

Vernon gave his nephew's proposition serious thought, either way he was suddenly stuck with him at least if the boy was a paying tenant it would make light of a bad situation they had both found themselves in. He exchanged a look with Petunia and then said, "Fine, you've got yourself a deal, Harry. But, I want paid upfront and not a penny less".

"I can do that, I'll make a stop at the bank and have some money exchanged, uncle. Under the stipulation that you, keep to your end of the agreement. A verbal agreement will suffice for now, but I think that a written agreement would be a good thing to have for future reference that we can all agree to,".

"Good thinking, I'll draw something up before you, leave, Harry" His uncle nodded in agreement with his nephew.

Harry was surprised that his uncle had given him a compliment "Good, doing business with you," He replied "Let's make it official and shake on, it,".

His uncle stretched out his hand and shook his nephew's hand in order to seal the deal. Harry took the opportunity to siphon some of his uncle's energy and integrated it as his own. His feeding session had only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to give him a small boost.

"I will need a lift into London, uncle. I know that you're not a taxi service, but could you drop me off on your way to work. I'll even give you a little extra when I get back".

Vernon grunted in response.

"Aunt Petunia, could I have the key to open the cupboard door, please. I need to get my vault key out of my trunk. It's pretty much the wizarding version of a bank card" He explained.

Petunia reluctantly gave her nephew the key to unlock the cupboard door.

Harry went into the hall and unlocked the cupboard door. He quickly took out his wand, invisibility cloak and vault key, before returning the key to his aunt.

After finishing the dishes, he turned around leaning against the counter. He visualized invisible tendrils that is used to feed over long distances and it is much harder to detect. With his mind, Harry extended his tendrils over to Petunia and Dudley and penetrated their auras. When he inhaled, the tendrils sucked up their energy like a straw transporting a drink from the cup to his lips.

Harry was careful about how much energy he took from them. Over-feeding could result in sickness or death to the donors. He might not like the Dursleys that much, but he didn't want them dead. Whether Desmond liked it or not. They were technically his family now.

He was relieved to find that he still retained his Psi-Vampire abilities. However, he wasn't expecting to have his Psychic abilities amplified to such an extent he was now able to see their auras. He was used to being only able to feel people's surrounding energies. But, now he could actually visualize it.

It was like being re-awaken as a Psi-Vampire, it was an exhilarating experience to say the least as he suddenly felt a rush of electricity surge through him. It could feel the new energy circulating throughout his entire body. He was amped-up like he'd just downed a few cans of red-bull. Back in his own universe Desmond never got such an intense rush after feeding.

Dudley leaned back in his chair and yawned patting his full stomach.

Vernon stood up and brushed the crumbles from his jumper "Come along, Harry, if you're coming. I'm leaving now".

Harry nodded and followed his Uncle outside to the car with a bounce in his step and boyish grin on his face.