Title: A Song of Rebirth

Fandom(s): Harry Potter & Vocaloid

Pairing(s): Kaito/Gakupo/Len(Harry), Sirius/Remus,

Summary: The Dursley's abuse goes too far and Harry is left dying in an ally. As he fades away, his voice attracts a man who offers him a new life and a new family.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except this plot idea! I swear!

Author Notes: Ok now I'm sure all going "she updated? The end of the world is coming run for your lives!" Yeah well, originally I decided to only post fanfictions that I had finished ahead of time. However, I remembered how much I loved the fanfictions I've read, even the incomplete ones so I'm back to posting. Also, please be aware that as I write this fanfiction, I may change previous chapters. I hope you enjoy!

Prologue

Black began to engulf his vision as he lay there in the alley. His battered and bruised body losing blood quickly. He knew he was going to die soon if no help came. He just couldn't seem to bring himself to care though. His two supposed best friends had broken off their friendship with him through a cold, demeaning letter that left his heart aching. His godfather had died trying to save him from a dangerous situation he had gotten himself into. Dumbledore was still turning down his desperate pleas to be removed from the Dursleys.

There was nothing left for him if he lived, yet everything to gain when he died. His only regret was dying alone. It was much to quiet, his thoughts kept on returning to the horrors of his life. He needed to fill the silence, anything to stop the screams of those he saw died. A song he had heard long ago soon filled his thoughts. Quietly he started to sing to himself to distract his thoughts. Footsteps caught his attention and he fought the darkness engulfing his vision to see who was coming. The alley was dark so the man's features were obscured but he could tell the man was lithe and of medium height.

"you have a lovely voice." the man stated, his accent giving him away as a foreigner. "I know who you are, Harry Potter. Even in Japan we have heard tale of your feats."

He bent down to kneel in front of Harry who looked at him with eyes that were slowly fogging over.

"You're dying." It was stated bluntly. "And even with magic, you would still die. You're wounds are too severe and you've lost too much blood. That body of yours won't last another hour." The man leant closer. "I can help you though. I'm one of the few well versed in magic and science. I can give you a new life. You won't be human anymore though. Close to it but not quite. Your memories will still be there but distant, as if from another life."

The man cast a spell to halt the flow of blood which would help enough so Harry wouldn't fall unconscious without a chance to answer. The beautiful green eyes had regained a slight spark at the prospect of a new beginning.

"Will you accept my offer, Harry Potter?" the man asked. "To gain a new life at the cost of your humanity?"

With a whisper, Harry secured himself a future, one with a brighter prospect than his past one ever had. With new hope he let himself fall to the darkness.

"Yes."