Gasping in pain, Harry James backed away from his uncle's slumbering form, and put a hand to his waist, wrapping a soiled blanket around himself. He pulled his discarded clothes off the floor, purposely moving as quietly as possible, despite the stiffness in his joints and the echo of pain in his lower back. At least he didn't bleed after it anymore…
He was twelve now; he'd heard the clock strike midnight as his uncle came.
The ripe age for a whore, don't you think?
Harry let out a wince as that thought echoed through his mind, before his face twisted into a bitter mocking smile. Even his own thoughts were against him now.
Last year he'd killed for the first time, too young to hear a man scream in agony, too young to hear that a man with no body wanted him dead.
And that blasted old fool refused to tell him why. It took an exercise of will and his exhaustion to stop him from wringing the old man's neck.
He froze before the act actually played in his thoughts, pressing his palms against his forehead curling himself over in the hallway. He was always a killer, eh? Physically and mentally
With a sigh Harry stumbled into the bathroom and threw himself into the shower, wincing when the cool water hit his bruises and open cuts. Blood and a sticky white fluid flowed off his body, and he started to rub his skin, unconsciously shaking
Don't you dare use the hot water and waste our hard-earned money!
Money they gained from his vault, a two hundred fifty Galleons a year-
Don't touch Dudley's soap! That is his and his alone!
Ya the soap the pig never uses!
Stop!
Harry came back to himself kneeling in the shower, hands to his head. He looked about himself frantically, then shook himself stepping out the shower shaking from head to toe. He dried off quickly and pulled on his semi-dirty clothing, bandaging any deep cuts. As he cleaned up his reflection caught his eye, and he flinched back. Sunken cheeks, pale skin, all his scars came into sharp relief.
He put a hand to the glass, right over his forehead, as he gazed into darkened eyes
What happened to the Savior of the Wizarding World? The supposed powerful Boy-Who-Lived? Where did this shell of a creature come from? Harry shook his head, and pinched himself easily breaking a scab open and dug into the cut, gasping as the pain grounded him
Don't think like that, don't! You can get out of here soon, you can go to Hogwarts, and tell the teachers; they'll have to do something-
Like you haven't tried that before…adults can't be trusted, remember? They are liars, betrayers, they never listen, they never look!
"And just what would they do if they did?" He murmured darkly, his thoughts coloring his tone as he washed the blood off his arm. The jagged cut was deeper now, bleeding sluggishly and he had to bandage it before cleaning the room of his blood and leaving. He pulled his uninjured arm to his stomach feeling bile rise, but forced it down, strolling into his room, closing the door quietly.The room was plain as usual, anything he claimed as his own locked away in his old bedroom. Suddenly a strange smell blew around him and he rose from the ground, raising his hands as if praying to a god, shaking palms up to the sky.
Wait, when did he fall?
"Hopefully you will return to me soon, my Second Son. You're all I have left now."
The sad voice echoed threw his head as his body slowly stopped throbbing, then the presence vanished altogether, leaving him feeling as if he was told something of the utmost importance, and failed to react properly.
Stumbling forward he bumped into his bed, then stared. On his bed was a note…and a necklace.
My Aleksei Alistair,
My dear child, wear this for me?
This is the Red Diamond Blood Gem created through the mixture of my crystallized blood and another.
This necklace is a shard of the original, and when you wear it, it will forever let me know where you are.
No worries about losing it or it being stolen. No one will be able to see or feel it once it touches your skin, only I will be able to. And when you are ready, you'll know it's me, for I will show you my shard.
Hopefully, you will be ready to see me soon,
A loved one
Once the message was burned into his mind, the letter vanished, leaving the necklace on his bed, glowing in the light of the moon.
Who was this person, how did they find him? Why come into his room, when they could have talked to him?
Why was this person giving him a tracking device?
Unable to hold his curiosity he held a finger to the beautiful gem, then gasped as feelings of love, affection, hope, and pure belonging flowed threw him, evoking tears.
The choice was already made.
With a single thought he slipped the thin silver chain of intricate leaves and roses over his neck before letting himself fall onto his bed and into a peaceful sleep, curled into a ball, hands holding the only thing that gave him hope.
And outside his window, a man stood upon a tree branch, clinching a hand to his chest
"Soon love, soon we'll all be together again, you remember? How it used to be."
Don't ask me how this came from the other, but o'well! This is the new 'Demon Child'.
And hopefully, the way it's written now, will make it easier to write for me.
Question, should I find a way to put Inuyasha back in this as well?