(A/N) Hello there! Just decided to do a rewrite, improve upon the story line and all that. Enjoy!

-JazzyKat

So as many stories start off, our poor hero being brought up in humble conditions, perfect and willing to forgive those that have wronged them, this story shall be different. Light shall not prevail over darkness, and good will not always thwart evil. This time, the bad guys get their shining moment, and friends quickly become enemies.

Young Harry Potter had a vendetta with life to begin with, as both of his parents were ripped away from him at the tender age of one by a manic power hungry lord. Young Harry didn't know why the crazy old man that his parents made him like was standing over his crib pointing a glowing green light at him, but Harry in his infantile wisdom knew that whatever was to happen next could not be good. He'd heard the garden snakes outside of his window in the nursery whispering urgently, "Bad man, very bad man. Dumbles not welcome near young master. Kill, must kill the taint, the taint will spread." Of course harry had no idea what those words even meant much less that he could understand a snake.

Harry giggled, entranced by the glowing end of the wand and reached for it. What happened next is anyone's guess. All of the evidence of the crime was burnt when the house collapsed and Harry, with a bloodied forehead appeared on Petunia Dursley's doorstep.

Ten years passed since that fateful night and life for Harry did not get any easier. Dudley Dursley, Vernon Dursley, and Petunia Dursley were Harry's tormenters. If Harry wasn't being forced to mow the lawn at noon in the middle of a summer drought, he was made to do all of the menial chores Dudley refused to do. Dudley was a spoiled little rotten brat that always got his way and he'd made it his life's mission to make Harry's life a living hell. Kicking him, stepping on fingers and toes, blaming things on him, ostracizing him from the elementary kids, the list of what Dudley did to Harry went on and on. Anytime the Dursley's went out somewhere, Harry was usually stuck with Ms. Figg, the elderly lady in the neighborhood that was willing to take in 'the little miscreant'. He was sure she was a nice person, but something about her didn't feel right. It felt like there was an invisible weight pressing down on him every time he got near her. It was getting close to Dudley's birthday when he announced that he had to go to the zoo. Dudley threw a fit and made sure to emphasize that the 'freak' wasn't wanted. Harry never even looked up from where he was washing the dishes from supper. Harry was just a small little waif of a boy, but he had a kind of quiet dominance that emanated from his frame. In his head he was picturing all of the Dursley's screams were the house to catch fire. A tight smile grew on his face when his daydream swiftly contorted into him standing over the Dursley's, torture device in hand.

Ms. Figg had caught the flu and was unable to care for Harry, so he ended up smushed against the side of the car, away from Piers Polkiss and Dudley. Harry sneered and sighed in relief when he was finally able to get out of the car in the zoo's parking lot. Petunia handed him a handful of notes and muttered, "Just come back to the car at closing. I'll stall Vernon for thirty minutes after closing, but no more."

Harry nodded and walked off by himself. If anyone noticed he was alone, no one said anything. He leisurely walked through the animal cages, 'oohing' and 'ahhing' at the corvids, felines and gray wolves. It wasn't until he reached the reptile house that he allowed himself to enjoy the trip. He found himself standing in front of a giant albino boa constrictor, when he heard a commotion outside. Ignoring the noise, he stepped closer and heard someone whispering.

"Idiot humans, keeping my here in this glass cage and not letting me hunt, one of these days I will bite one of them and then they shall know that I am a poisonous species, thank you very much. Ooh, lookit. A speaker. You don't suppose you could make this glass disappear, could you?"

Harry looked around, and noticing no one standing around him whispered back lowly, unintentionally slipping into parseltongue, "Er, hello there? Uhm, hi. I'm Harry Potter, and you are?"

"My name is Alphonda, young one. My mother was most horrible at naming things. Nice to meet you Master Harry."

"Oh, I think you have a beautiful name. It's almost as beautiful as your scales. Please, none of the Master nonsense. You said you wanted me to make the glass disappear. How exactly would I go about doing that?"

Here Alphonda chuckled. "You have to want it Harry. Want it and imagine the glass disappearing."

Harry had moment closed his eyes, concentrating on making the glass disappear when Dudley stepped up behind him and shoved. The glass disappeared that second and Harry fell into the display. A scream from a frantic woman brought the incident to attention, and a nearby man grabbed Dudley by the ear.

Harry, disoriented, found himself be pulled to his feet by a strong arm. Harry looked at the person that had helped him up and noticed that it was a boy close to his own age. The boy had long black hair with a single silver streak and warm amber eyes.

The boy, indignant, propped the hand that was still gripping Harry's tightly and pointed a finger at Dudley before declaring, "You pushed him and the glass fell through and cut him!"Harry dazedly noticed the shards of glass lying on the floor and the throbbing pain in his cheek, hand, knee, and arm. The man holding Dudley by the ear tightened his grip and growled, "Where are your parents?"

The boy holding Harry's hand led him away, over to a young couple. "Da, Papa, this boy just got pushed through the snake display and got cut on the glass."

The boy leaned in closer and whispered, "He was talking to the snake, too. Can you help him?"

Harry desperately wanted to pull away, but the boys grip was too strong. He shouldn't be talking to strangers or drawing attention to himself. He wanted to draw into himself, but couldn't and decided to enjoy the warmth of the hand in his. The taller man nodded and crouched down to Harry's level. He put his hands on Harry's shoulders and asked gently, "Little one, what's your name?"

"H-Harry sir," Harry stuttered and brought his arms up to shield his face. Something flashed in the man's eyes and he turned to look at his husband. They shared a long look before turning back to Harry.

"Harry? Here, we won't hurt you. I'm Airyn, that guy standing behind us is Nicolai, and the boy holding your hand is Angel. I bet those cuts hurt. Here, come with us and we'll get them looked at and maybe after we'll get some ice-cream. How's that sound?"

"But, sir…"

"Airyn, little one."

"A-Airyn. I can't. My aunt and uncle…"

"Never you mind them; we'll talk to them after we've got you patched up. Now, up you go," Airyn swung Harry up into his arms, his frown deepening when Harry hissed in pain and when he felt how light Harry was. Airyn pushed Harry's head down onto his shoulder and stared humming softly. Harry's eyes began to close and right before he dropped off he heard Angel say, "He's gonna be my best friend for eternity."