I do not own Harry Potter or XXX HOLIC. All credit goes to the original creators

Summary: Harry Potter is abandoned in alley the night he arrives at Private Dr. He is found by a mysterious woman who agrees to take him in with a warning that she will expect a payment of equal value in return. As it turns out, the woman is a shop keeper to a peculiar antiques and wish granting business. Harry is raised by Yuuko, the woman who had found him , as well as a set of twins that love in to the core. He grows up to the foundation that all things come at a price that is of no lesser or more value. When Harry begins his schooling at Hogwarts, the most interesting thing occurs.

WARNINGS: I do intent to make this a SLASH as in Boy on Boy and eventually maybe even Mpreg but no promises here.

Pairings: draco/harry

INFERNO

October 31st, 1979

Harsh night winds howled through the London sky. The world was covered in an ebony shroud, and every being on the green planet stopped moving for a few minutes. Throughout the night shouts of relief and joy echoed through the cold atmosphere as many proclaimed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is DEAD!

Like an avalanche, rumors of the BOY-WHO-LIVED rung through England with vigor. Ironic and cruel without intention was this. Here, the wizarding world rang and cheered for the mere baby who had rid them of a burden by the name of VOLDEMORT, and yet only a number, small enough to count on one hand, truly knew of the actions and occurrences that night.

Few bothered to wonder what would happen to the young lad who had been birthed to the name of Harry Potter. The boy who lived, the sole survivor to the AVADA KEDAVRA was taken from the home of his ,now, dead parents , only to be left on the porch of Private Dr. no.4 with only a letter stating his name and an explanation to whomever may be willing to take the boy in.

1:48 Private Dr. No.4 in Little Surrey.

"VERNON! Vernon! Come quickly!" A shrill rang from the long giraffe like neck whose possessor stared down at the infant basket on her porch with disgust.

"Vernon! Oh,dear. Vernon! Come, come, look. Just look at what THEY have done! How dare they litter out beautiful home with vermin ," spat the seething woman whose boney hands were clasped tightly together , as if she feared that releasing the tension in her hands would cause her impulses to overwhelm and cause her to strangle the filthy thing.

" What is it Pet? What has happened," the fat man cut off his question as his little button eyes moved down to peer at the small figure lying in the basket and beside it was a letter.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

As unfortunate as it is for me to deliver you this news, one must remember that life is cruel and we as humans must reach out to each other for comfort. As such circumstances pertain to the child who has now been left in your care. His name is HARRY POTTER, the son of Mrs. Dursley's sister, Lily Potter, who has passed away earlier today. Please care for Harry till the time comes for him to return to us.

Albus Dumbldore

The round man whose face had now changed to a shade of blue held the letter for a few minutes without a single word. He had reread it at least 5 times and yet the letter remained the same to his dismay. Till finally, the gaunt woman turned to her husband.

"What are we to do? We can't take someone of THEIR KIND" she spat the last few words out like they were bile.

"Now, now pet. Don't worry," he grumbled, soothing his wife "I'll take him away. Far away, so that no one will find him. If we're ever questioned we'll just tell them that we have no idea who they're talking about. "

"Freaks. Freaks, the lot of them. They'd be better off all dead," sneered the woman as she tossed the letter her husband had been holding into the basket and turned, around into her warm home not paying the child a second look .

Without a second thought, the round lump of a man picked up the basket by its wooden handle and placed it in his car , only to drive away from the community of small identical houses and into the dark night of all saints day.

November 1, 1979 Manchester Avenue 6:15

The sun had long since greeted the skies of London with its endearing rays. A light brisk breeze brushed against the cobblestone road, pushing against the old brick buildings and shops.

The sound of a small cry collided with the ears of a early jogger causing the sounds of pacing footsteps to halt just outside a dark empty alley way. Empty besides the small, now dark mud brown, basket.

A smooth cream voice sliced through the wails.

"Well, what do we have here", the tall figure peered down the basket at the small shivering form "Abandoned have you?"

The jogger mused" The world has been cruel to you"

The babe reached up at her for comfort only to have the tall woman look at him with amusement.

"I know what you want. If I do as you request, you shall owe me a payment equal to your request," the creamy voice said with a business like air "It may take your life to fulfill the payment. Will you accept?"

The young babe giggle and his hands reached towards the woman with hands stretched out in grabbing motions.

The jogger smiled back at the child. Sweeping him up in her arms, the cold bundle snuggled into her arms and closed its eyes. She bent down with the child in hand to grab a crumpled letter, hidden beneath the folded damp cloth covering the basket. She stared intently at the letter, not opening it to read its contents. No, she couldn't read it. Not yet. Tucking the letter into her purple jacket, she walked down the pavement and turned at Ironlock Rd.

She stopped outside a small shop, pushing open the doors; she stepped into the warmth within. Outside a sign hung above the shop, Celeste's Antiques and Grants were written in golden scribe. A butterfly insignia was tattooed on the left side window and underneath a description stated Antiques, Wishes, Dreams found here. Payments will be discussed with the owner, Celeste Banewood.

"Maru! Moro!"

The sound of shuffle feet met the voice in response.

"Yuuko! " the two voices echoed "What did you bring back this time? Did you remember to buy us some candy on the way back?"

Two girls ,both tall and identical to the other with only their hairstyle and color to differentiate one from the other, stood staring down at the small bundle in the woman they called Yuuko's arms with looks of curiosity evident on their face.

Yuuko smiled down at the young babe in her arms and said with a calm voice, "We have a new member joining us. His name is HARRY POTTER. Take him up stairs for a bath and then put to sleep. The poor child was abandoned in an alley. "

The two girls looked at each other with a sly grin, " WE GOT A BABY BROTHER!" The girls wooped, and jumped causing young Harry to open his fluttering eyed to the warm smiles of the three women.

Vibrent green eyes fluttered open to stare at the smiles around him. Parting his peach pink lips , Harry let out a shrill of bell like laughter. Giggles and small snorts came from the small bundle of joy in Yuuko's long pale arms.

Reaching out to grasp the child, one of the twins left for the stairs with the dirty child in her arms.

"Maru," Yuuko looked at the young lady at her right. Maru's long wheat hair was twisted up in a sloppy bun with curly strand hanging over her cheek bones, framing her violet eyes that reached Yuuko's chin.

"Yes?" Maru peered at her elder from beneath her dark lashes.

"Go help Moro. We'll celebrate with a glass of vodka later. " Yuuko's pale red lips stretched into a grin. Nothing like a good shot of vodka after a long jog she thought. The mere thought of sweet sweet alcohol made her giddy with excitement.

Without a second thought, Maru skipped up the wooden stairs to join her twin. A loud shout vibrated throughout the old building, origining from the living courters above the shop.

"MORU! Crack open the vodka! Its time-"

"SHUT UP ! Harry"s sleeping! Shhhh" , a rushed voice rang with frustration.

After leaving Yuuko and Maru to talk amongst themselves, Moro had bound up the stairs to bathe the small babe in her arms.

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived , yes, Moro knew who the child in her arms was and what he had done for the magical world, but such things mattered not to Moro. She was torn at the fact that such a small helpless being had had to deal with the loss of his own flesh and blood at such a feeble and fragile time in his life. Moro hugged the small babe closer to her bossom.

"I'll protect him. Always. I swear," Moro thought with determination. Her peach golden eyes glanced down at the bundle in her arms with endearment. How had such a small being captured her heart so quickly, she had no idea. A peal of bells broke her musings. Wide jade eyes stared at her with such great interest that one might even consider that the child was contemplating some great thought of mind. Those clear eyes gleamed with an intrigue as if watching for any reaction that may escape from the dark haired woman's faceless expression.

The babe seemed to examine Moro's defined features. Her long wavy auburn hair that drifted down to the small of her back, round peach and golden eyes that sparked like ambrosia, and full crimson lips, all set beautifully on her soft pearly skin. Waves of chestnut locks tumbled to the side of her shoulders while honey tinted bangs curled above her left eye. Moro was beautiful, soft and tender, as was Maru. Sister they were, twins even.

Maru and Moro were identical and almost the same person had it not been for their different hairstyle and color as well as their different eye colors otherwise they were impossible to differentiate. Both were stunning in an almost celestial way but not as much as Yuuko whose build was tall, lean and pale. Her crimson eyes adorned her graceful heart-shaped face which was framed by long mains of long layered strands of black silk. She appeared regal and exotic as if she were a being belonging to only the gods. While Yuuko was lean and gaunt her body had maintained its most feminine curves as her breast were naturally full and round as was her rump but her waist remained narrow and slim. She towered over many as her lean body had been graced with an astounding height, giving her an aura of power and esteem. As Yuuko was stately and exotic, Maru and Moro were gentle and soft.

Both were tall as their eyes met the eyes of most men as they strutted their soft curvaceous bodies at five feet eight , while at even ground they only met Yuuko's chin. They had lean but plump bodies while their skin glowed with a slight hint of honey. Neither were of blood relation to Yuuko but they loved her no less than two daughters who fawned over their mothers.

Placing a tone finger against the babe's cheek , Moro cooed at the infant before her. His skin was soft like refined velvet and his hair was now shining with damp black locks that covered a small scar that would define the boy for life. The mark was a signature of the great Lord Voldemort who had cast the killing curse upon young Harry only to find that it had rebound onto himself, leaving only a scar to mark the boy. Still, Moro traced the lightning bolt scar; she could feel the darkness that seeped from the wound. It was fearsome and foreboding much like its master.

Leaning down gently , Moro placed Harry in a golden cradle she had transfigured from a stack of old newspaper laying on the floor. She looked back at the sight. Such a small being yet already he had been through so much. Rest, yes a good rest would be beneficial to him. Closing the bedroom door behind her, she made way for the stairs when she heard footsteps moving toward her, then a shout fallowed.

"MORO! Crack open the vodka! Its time…" shouted Maru.

Panicking as she feared awakening Harry, Moro's quick reflexes placed a silencing spell on the bedroom behind her and glared down at her sister.

"SHUT UP! Harry's sleeping! By Gods, when will you…" before she could finish, she found herself tackled by a honey haired figure that mirrored her own body.

Gasping, Moro pushed the body of her twin off with a smirk. Maru was glancing at her with a set of wide eyes and pouty lips as if she were hoping that her twin would forgive her for her insolence. Moro grinned at her twin, sitting up again on the cold hazelnut wood floor; she opened her arms urging her sister into a friendly embrace. Seeing the notion, Maru eased herself into the welcoming arms and beamed at her sister.

Maru adorned her sister. She did. Never would she anger her, though they were twins Moro had always been the more mature one even if subtly. They were best friends, the time they spent together rivaled that of the stars . They were not like most beings, for they were bound to the shop itself. Not captive but bound as in reality they had no true physical form. They were to remain with the shop itself or the mistress of the shop and could not stray far from one or the other without having endangering the balance between the spiritual plane and the physical one. Standing back up, the girls giggled at each other and skipped down the stairs with ease.

Yuuko skimmed the shop with her eyes and disappeared behind a door with a sign that read

EMPLOYEES ONLY

If you have a request for the shop owner please ring the bell to the right

As promised a small golden bell hung to the right of the sign. Without a single glance, Yuuko pushed gently against the tall dark wooden doors and stepped into a smoke filled room. The smell of incense and light tobacco swarmed the room. Resembling much like the room of a Korean emperor, Heavy red and black curtains hung from the wooden ceiling frame whose ledges were claimed by small golden figurines of dragons, phoenixes and peacocks. Her purple track suit had changed into long silk robes that layered each other, each layer with a different design and color. Purple, black and red stood most prominent from the silk drapes along her body. True as it was that the four layers of fine thins silk did hang from her body, her figure was revealed by an inner gown of lavender and golden embroidered silk that hugged her body tightly only to fall limply to the white marble floor. The room was square. Behind her stood the large defined double doors that led to the shop while on both her left and right stood wooden framed sliding doors that led to other compartment of the building. Both doors reached the ceiling while white clothes adorned by embroideries of chrysanthemums and colorful designs of magical creatures. To the far back stood a wall covered by thick drapes of Purple velvet lined with gold while layered with thin curtains of red and lavender. Laying in front of the wall was a carved elongated seat whose back and sides were composed of thick intricately weaved branches of dark cherry wood while on the base was a rectangular cushion of silk draped in layers of cloth that covered the sides of the piece of furniture. Both sides of the armrest were slanted as if to let its owner a more comfortable lying position. The floor was decorated by plush masterpieces of delicate weaving adorning images of floras and intricate designs.

Yuuko made her way towards her favorite seat. She loved the feeling of cool fabric against her skin. Lying across the cloth covered divan she sighed and reached down for her long golden pipe that had been resting on top of the golden weaved bowl that carried the burning ashes of incense. Lighting her pipe, Yuuko inhaled and sighed. She closed her eyes and succumbed to a dreamless and unbothered sleep.

Author's Note: This my first time writing a fanfiction not to mention a slash . I would love input but please do not be crude . Yes I do plan on having some draco and harry smexy time eventually but this is slow paced.

Next up: Harry turns 7.