Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter or co. though I wish I did. I do own all OCs though. And the plot. If anyone would like to disagree, go ahead I'll just laugh at your opinion and ignore you.

Disclaimer 2: Yes this is similar to other fanfiction stories. No I do not mean to fully steal anyone's works or ideas. If I have something similar to your story be proud, that means I liked your story enough for it to have made an impact on my own writing.

Warning: Past child abuse! Cute childlike Harry (HE WILL BE SUBMISSIVE!)! Epic brothers! SLASH! HET! MORSOMES, THREESOMES, ETC. Bashing of British wizards and wizarding society in general. Few AU Xters will escape my bashing wrath.

Chapter 1: When Everything Changed

Latin – spells

"Speech"

Italian – "Speech"

French – "Speech"

(Translations of Latin, French, and Italian Speech)

I wasn't expecting anything to happen. I never did. My schedule had been the same for as long as I could remember. Wake. Dress and wait for Aunt Giant to open my cupboard. Make breakfast for the Giants. Waiting until they are done to clean up. Do my chores all day in hopes of food at the end – which was rare. Make dinner before Uncle Giant comes home. Live through Uncle Giant's beating after cleaning up dinner. Be locked in my cupboard again to nurse my wounds. And possibly sleep before it all starts again in the morning.

I never thought it would change. I honestly never thought I'd live this long. Today I am ten. And today everything changed.

Aunt Giant came to open my cupboard. "You will not speak. You will make breakfast, enough for five guests and us, then you will return to your cupboard. You will not make a sound for the rest of the day. You have permission to make a large plate for yourself this morning as well." She screeched and then stalked away.

My eyes widened and I just stood trembling in the doorway of my cupboard for precious moments before I realized I needed to move, and fast. Before Uncle Giant was called to punish me. Scrambling into the kitchen I took in all the food Aunt Giant had put out on the counter, it was a lot of food to prepare. I immediately went through the motions to make breakfast. Crepes, crisps, filling for the crepes, a fruit salad, omelets, hashers, etc. I worked in the kitchen for almost two hours before I was done.

Aunt Giant had woken me earlier than usual to get all of the food done in time. I stiffen as I feel her looming figure behind me. She says nothing though, only grabs a plate. The chipped puce yellow one. The one I always use. Well use when I actually get food. I can't honestly remember the last time I ate.

She fills the plate with all the various foods. It's practically brimming over with delicious food. My mouth is watering at the site and the promise of food. She suddenly thrusts the plate and a fork at me. "Go to your cupboard and remember not a sound!"

I rushed to my small door. Once inside I hear the lock click. Carefully I place the full plate down onto my small cot. Eyeing the amount of food critically I mentally divide what to eat now and what to save for later.

I don't know how long has passed since Aunt Giant locked my back into my sanctuary but Uncle Giant and Baby Giant have come downstairs. The doorbell rings. I can hear Uncle Giant lumber past my save haven. I press my ear to the door, hoping to hear what is going on. I've never had to make so much breakfast before. Uncle Giant always has his guests over for dinner, and sometimes lunch. This is something new to my routine.

"…-come to our homes. I'm so glad you could come Mr. Drago, and your family of course. Four boys, you must be so proud." Uncle Giant is using his oozy oily voice. The one he uses to please others above him.

"Thank you Signor Dursley. May we come in?" A cultured, smooth voice answers. For some reason the voice reminds me of honey, like a warm honey on toast. I've only ever had that once. It was lovely.

"Ah! Excuse my manners. Of course." I can imagine Uncle Giant stepping aside, using his stubby arms to wave the guests past his obese form. The door is slide shut behind the five guests. "My Petunia has made a wonderful breakfast for us if you'll join me in the dining area."

I can hear him lead his guests past my door. His steps are the only ones I can hear. But I can sense when as a group all five pause for a moment outside my cupboard. The moment passes quickly and then they are gone. Until they have moved on I don't notice I have been holding my breath. I silently release it. Remaining silent I continue to listen.

"Ah! Signora Dursley a pleasure to meet you." That voice of honey drifts from the dining room.

I can mentally see Aunt Giant blushing. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well Mister Drago. This is my son, Dudley Dursley. He's ten as of last week." She simpered.

"Kind of you to join us for breakfast." Baby Giant dutifully says, following the scripted line from his parents to a tee.

"Thank you, young Signor Dursley. These are my sons, Massimiliano my eldest, Narciso and Ottavio the twins, and Raniero my youngest. Massimiliano is fifteen, Narciso and Ottavio twelve, and Raniero is eleven in a month's time. And please Signors and Signora Dursley call me Nerio."

"Then I insist you call me Vernon."

Chairs almost silently scrapped the floor then as they all sat to eat. I only heard them scrap as I was trained to hear the slightest noise. It was better to have good hearing, it kept me alive. Attentive, I continued to listen to the conversation. I needed to know if, and when, things went south. Uncle Giant would blame me and it was best to pre-prepare myself for a beating.

The lull of business conversation began as Aunt Giant tried to make small talk with the sons. They replied in small sentences, seeming to not want to be brought into conversation. Suddenly one of them, I shall assume the eldest of the boys broke into Uncle Giant and Nerio Drago's discussion on a business deal.

"Padre, vorrei sapere cosa era in quel piccolo spazio. Non potrei essere scusati per controllare?" (Father, I wish to check what was in that small room. Might I be excused to check it out?)

"Massimiliano, English while we are guests here not Italian." His father chided.

"Ah. Apologize Padre, Signors and Signora Dursley." His voice was thick, richer than his father's. "I forgot my phone in the car, and Jizabelle may call. Might I be excused to retrieve it?"

"Of course son. If Jizabelle has already called, feel free to remain outside to call her back." Nerio's voice sounded amused. I could hear as Massimiliano stood from the table and began to leave the room. Nerio's voice began to fill the silence again as his son came into the front hall. "Jizabelle is his half-sister and is rather temperamental. They are quite close and Belle was most displeased when I took him on this trip instead of letting him visit her."

A body stopped in front of my door as the conversation continued. I froze, forgetting again to breath. A hand reached, undid my latch and slide the door open quietly. I sat frozen in fear, eyes wide as I stared at the face now peering into my cupboard. This was too new, too different from my routine. I did not know how to react. And so I remained motionless, breathing shallow, almost unnoticed breathes.

"Perché little one? Why are you in here?" Deep dark brown eyes looked at me with an emotion I was unfamiliar with. I wondered what it was called.

I just stared back at him. Didn't he know that Freak was not to speak at the moment? The Giants had not given him the okay. Freak was told to be silent. And so silent I remained.

"Little one. It is okay. You can speak to me."

I mutely shook my head. No I couldn't. Aunt Giant had not said 'silence unless guests speak to you.' She had made it clear not to speak at all.

He sighed before reaching in. I scrambled from his arms, but there was nowhere to go in my tiny space. His tanned hands gently reached under my arms and pulled me from my cot and out into the hall. I shook and trembled. I was not meant to be out here. And touch meant pain. I flinched away as he brought me closer.

Suddenly he stood. The movement caused a small gasp to escape me. My eyes widened in fear. Freak had made a noise.

The boy with dark brown hair holding me made a soft, strange noise. One that had never been directed at me. One Aunt Giant used when Baby Giant had night terrors. "Shush little one. They cannot hear you. Do you own anything of importance?"

I nodded slowly, fear seeping into my every pore. Was he going to be cruel and take my few precious items?

The boy nodded back, satisfied with my answer. I was suddenly placed on the floor. "Go get your things little one."

I trembled with fear, silent tears streaming down my face. He WAS going to take them from me. Sobbing silently I reentered my cupboard to retrieve the three items I held most precious. A torn and holey dark purple blanket with H.J.R.P. scripted in the edge. A ragged large black dog plush, and a light brown equally ragged wolf plush. Clutching them close in a final goodbye my tiny hands then thrust them out to the boy, closing my eyes so I didn't have to see my only items in this world taken from me.

Instead of feeling the items leave my hands his hands were once again under my arms pulling me up and to him. I stiffened. This was new. Different. What was he doing?

He said nothing, only carried me to the front door and then out into the front lawn. Was he going to kick me out of the Giants' home? It was all I knew. I shivered, fearing what was inevitable, he was far too large to fight.

But he did something different, unexpected, yet again. Instead of throwing me to the road as I had feared he carried me to a car. One I assumed was his father's. I didn't recognize it, I knew both of the Giants' cars. I washed them weekly.

The boy opened the side door before reaching in and placing me on the seat. "Little one. You will remain here until we return. You will be coming with my family and I. Do you understand?"

I didn't but I nodded anyway. His big hands reached for me once more. Suddenly he had taken my blanket. Tears fell. It had been expected I reminded myself. But then he returned the blanket, tucking it around my small form. I had seen Aunt Giant do that once for Baby Giant. I blinked confused teary green eyes at Massimiliano. He gave me a small smile in return. No one had ever smiled at Freak before. And so I didn't know how to react. Before I could figure out how he had closed the door and was walking back to the house. As I watched him reenter the only place I had ever known I saw him pull a small device from his pocket. If he had his phone the entire time why had he said he left it in the car?

Confused but exhausted from the tears and emotions I had just experienced I slipped into a shallow sleep.

I woke to sudden movement. Hands were touching me. Immediately I froze, movement and fighting made Uncle Giant angrier. I had learned that the hard way.

"Calm little one. I am only moving you onto my lap. Stay curled up though. We don't want your family seeing you. Stay quiet now."

Quiet. Unseen. Those were words, orders, I was used to. Giving a tiny nod of understanding I remained still within the large warm arms. It felt nice. Was this what hugs felt like? If so I wouldn't mind more. Massimiliano began to hum and the constant calming sound had me drifting back to the land of nightmares. I only had those. Freak doesn't deserve happy dreams.

"…hy is he here?"

"Where did you find him?"

"Liano how bad is it?" I recognized that voice. It was the father. The one with the smooth honey voice.

"It's bad Padre. He was terrified of me. He hasn't said a word. He flinches at touch and noise. And when I told him to get his things he seemed to think I was taking them from him. Padre he is skin and bone. I don't like it." Massimiliano's arms wrapped just slightly tighter around me.

"He's also awake."

"Little one?" Massimiliano sounded like Aunt Giant did when Baby Giant was hurt. He sounded concerned. And it was directed at me? I peeked open one large green eye. "Hello little one. Did you sleep well?"

I thought for a moment then nodded. It was the best I had slept in a…in forever. I hope he'll let me sleep in his arms at least one more time before they start to treat me like Freak again.

"That's good. Do you understand what has happened?"

I shook my head. No I didn't. Everything was wrong. This wasn't my normal routine and I didn't know how to act. And worse, they had taken me away before Aunt Giant had said I could speak again. What if I never saw her again and then couldn't speak.

"Shh. Calm little one. It is alright. You are safe." Massimiliano's voice washed over me, coaxing me to calm. "We took you away from there. You never have to go back there again."

"Little one can you speak at all?" Nerio's voice asked from the driver seat.

I nodded. "He is nodding yes Padre." Massimiliano informs his father.

"Are you choosing not to speak?"

I shook my head. "He is shaking his head."

"Then were you told not to speak?"

I nodded. "He said yes."

"Little one you can speak. You never have to listen to the rules your family told you ever again. We would love to hear your beautiful voice."

I looked around skeptically at all the nodding, agreeing faces. "Why?" my voice is small, rough, and hoarse – nothing like the amazingly wonderful voices of the males in this car.

"Because we care for you little one." The boy next to Massimiliano answered. He looked like a younger version of his brother. His hair was long like his brother's, dark brown almost black, and pulled up in a knot on top of his head. His dark brown eyes sparkled with something I didn't know. His skin was a dark tan like the arms encasing me.

"Care…for…me?" I tasted the words. I was confused. How could one care for Freak?

"Do you know what that means?" Massimiliano breaks through my thoughts.

I look up at his face, it's contorted in concern again. "Yes, care when a noun means either 'the provision of what is necessary for the health, welfare, maintenance, and protection of someone or something' or 'serious attention of consideration applied to doing something correctly or to avoid damage or risk.' When it is a verb it means to either 'feel concern or interest; attach importance to something' or to 'look after and provide for the needs of someone or something.'"

I loved to read. And one of the only books Baby Giant and the Bigger Giants didn't notice missing was the dictionaries. I had read and memorized the English, French, and Latin dictionaries. Uncle Giant's family was French or so he said and that's why we had the French one. Aunt Giant hadn't realized we had a Latin one. When she found it she burned it. Said it was my mother's and she never wanted to see or hear that language again. I didn't know why. It was my favorite. It was so pretty. Musical.

"Did you just quote a dictionary?" the boy in the front seat asked, turning to look at me amazed.

I blinked once in surprise before nodding shyly. Should I not have let them know I was smart? The Giants beat me when I acted smart. I shrank back into Massimiliano in fear.

"Ciso you are scaring him." Massimiliano scolded.

"Ah I apologize little one. It just shocked me. You don't look old enough to have read and understood a dictionary…let alone have it memorized." The boy Massimiliano called 'Ciso' looked at me sheepishly.

"Speaking of, how old are you little one?" Their father asked as he turned onto the street I recognized as the one Uncle Giant took to go to the big city, London. I'd only been allowed to go once.

"Ten." I whispered still shy from Ciso's reaction.

"When is your birthday?" Nerio asked, while all his sons looked at me in shock.

"Today sir."

"Today! Padre we must celebrate!" the boy by the window on the other side of the one next to Massimiliano cried.

"I think we will have to celebrate late, Raniero. I believe our little one has experienced enough surprises today. Is that alright little one?"

I blinked in shock. They wanted to celebrate Freak's birthday. "I…I…You do not have to…my Giant family never celebrated."

"But you are not with them anymore and one's birthday is always a thing to celebrate. It is another day alive and healthy. Now as much as 'little one' suits you what is your name?" Nerio asked gently.

"I…its Freak sir."

"Freak?"

"Yes sir."

"Are you certain?"

"It is all I have ever been called, though Aunt and Uncle Giant sometimes call me Boy. Are you saying that is not my name?"

"I doubt that it is little one. I would like to adopt you little one and make you my youngest son. Would you mind that? If you do let me adopt you I will give you a name all your own."

"My own name?" I whispered in awe.

"Hmm yes little one. Would you like to be part of our family?"

"Do you really want Freak as your family?" I hoped he'd say yes, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was just saying it so I'd get my hopes up just to tear them down. Uncle Giant loved to play that game. He'd offer me food or treat me like his actual son and then he'd laugh in my face before beating me up and then tossing me in my cupboard.

"You are not a freak little one. Never refer to yourself or anyone else like that again. And of course I really do. I wouldn't have offered if I did not want you as a son."

"I will try not to." I whispered, staring down at my hands. They were twisting over and over. A nervous habit of mine I'd begun after starting school at age five. When at school I had been called 'Harry' but Aunt and Uncle Giant made it clear that was not my name just what I was to be called at school so no one knew how much of a freak I was.

"Good. Now I will think on what I shall name you and when we go to sign the adoption papers in a few hours I will let you know what it is." Nerio's voice was final. It was a voice that made all doubts of him taunting and teasing me to fade and flee from my mind. "Now boys introduce yourselves to your younger brother."

Ciso in the front seat turned back to face me. He grinned wickedly. "I am Narciso. I am twelve and the older brother to the lesser handsome version of me sitting next to you."

"At least I am the smarter cleverer twin." The boy next to me retorted. He turned his dark brown eyes that all three of the older boys seemed to possess. "I am Ottavio. You can call me Vio and my twin Ciso."

The boy on the other side of Vio was bouncing in his seat. "I'm the youngest at almost eleven…well nope now you are. Cool!" he breathed a grin almost splitting his face in half. "My name's Raniero but everyone calls me Rayn. Nice to meet you little brother."

"And I am your eldest brother at age fifteen. My name is Massimiliano but everyone calls me Liano. You can call me whatever you want though little one." His arms still encircling me, wrapped around me tighter.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I looked out the window watching the small townhouses turn into large buildings.

"We are going to Diagon Alley." Rayn answered. "I'm headed for my first year of school and it is my first time in Britain. We're going shopping. Normally we just shop at Verticale Vicolo (Vertical Alley) in Rome, but I wanted to see the British shopping center."

"Diagonally?" I asked confused. I had never heard of such a place.

"No, Di-a-gon Al-ley. It's the Britain wizarding shopping district." Vio informed me.

"Wizarding?"

"Yes like magic, and wands, and dragons, and potions. You know wizards. You're one too."

"What?" I breathed shocked and afraid. Ciso had just said all the words Uncle Giant had banned in his home.

"Do you not know what you are little one?" Liano asked. I shook my head mutely.

"You are old enough to do magic out of school, show him something Liano." Rayn urged.

I looked up at the oldest brother, MY oldest brother. I hoped that lasts. It's nice to call someone, four someones' 'brother'. His dark eyes twinkled as he grinned down at me. "Watch little one." His left hand suddenly had a dark black stick. The stick had wrapped silver swirling around it and making a handle with what looked like sapphire stone. He waved it whispering Avis!

Why would he say bird in Latin I wondered and then gasped. A brilliant blue flash and then small blue birds were singing and flying from the stick. "How?" I breathed.

"That was magic little one." Liano said amused.

"And I can do that too?"

"Yes, though you can't do it or have a wand until you go to school in a year at eleven. Until then you'll stay home with Padre and learn the theory and also how to speak Latin." Vio stated.

"I know Latin." I let slip before I could stop myself.

"How do you know Latin?"

"I taught myself."

"You taught yourself?! How?!"

"With a dictionary and a library." I said softly. "I know French too."

"Can you say something in Latin for me little one?" Liano asked.

"Gratias ago vos pro saving mihi." I whispered. (I thank you for saving me.)

"Usquequaque, parum unus" Liano answered in turn. (Always, little one.) "And can you say something in French for me?"

"Pourquoi utilisons-nous le Latin pour les sorts?" (Why do we use Latin for spells?)

"Le Latin est une racine connue de plusieurs langue, tout comme le Nordic, Egyptian, Greek, Sanskrit, Gaelic and Mandarin." Nerio's French was just as smooth as his English. I wondered if his Italian was as well. (Latin is a known root power of language. Nordic, Egyptian , Greek , Sanskrit , Gaelic and Mandarin are also known root power languages.)

"Can…can…"

"Go ahead and ask little one." Nerio encouraged.

"Can…can I learn Italian in place of Latin?" I whispered almost inaudible, afraid of being hurt for asking a question.

"Of course little one. As you will be living with us in Italy as our younger brother from now on you'll need to know Italian. Besides Italian is the best language." Rayn boasted proudly.

"I…I think Latin is a beautiful language. It's my favorite." I looked at the older boy shyly.

Rayn grinned back at me. "That's ok. Just don't expect me to like Latin as much as you. I prefer the flow of Italian more." I nodded.

"Alright boys we are here." Nerio announced as he pulled into a parking lot across from an old dingy pub.

I looked around at their excited faces in confusion as we walked into the pub. What was so exciting about this nasty filthy place? But I didn't say a word. If I made fun of or thought little of someplace they liked they'd leave me stranded, or worse take me back to the Giants. I clutched my plushies and blanket to me in fear. I hadn't been able to leave them in the car, fearing they'd be gone when I returned, or that the Dragos' would leave me somewhere and I wouldn't have them anymore.

Two large hands reached and picked me up. I tensed, before relaxing when I saw that it was Nerio. "I'm going to be keeping ahold of you little one. Wouldn't want my baby boy to be lost now would I?"

I shook my head shocked. He called me his baby boy. I'd never been called that before. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. Embarrassed I buried my head into the side of his neck. He smelled of cinnamon and winter air. I loved it.

"Little one you're going to want to see this." Vio's voice came from down and to the side of me. I peeked from my hiding place in time to see Liano tap a few bricks before the bricks began to shift and move, making an archway.

I pulled all the way away from Nerio's neck and gapped. "Welcome to the wizarding world little one." I could hear the smile in Ciso's voice without looking at him.

Nerio's hands moved me to his hip. He frowned down at me. "We'll need to get you a full physical. You are far too small and light for your age." I didn't answer, just stared in wonder around me. This place was amazing.

I wished I had eight more eyes…There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments I'd never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon, and so much more. (Slightly tweaked excerpt from Chapter 5 of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.)

Liano turned and grinned at me. "So where do you want to go little one?"

"Everywhere."