Chapter One: Pain, Change, Home

Cringing the dark haired youth picked himself up from the floor, wiping the blood from is mouth. Once again his family decided to celebrate his birthday by beating him to with in an inch of his life. Sighing the youth gently set about cleaning the cuts and blood from his thin waif-like body.

This youth was a young boy known to many as Harry Potter, but to his family he was a slave, a servant who they did not have to pay in order to work to near death. He was worn and his eyes betrayed all that he has been through, the entirety he has been forced to endure in his eight years of life. His eyes showed him to be more grown then those of an adult even though his body was only that of a six year old due to the malnutrition and the various state of the bruises that littered his body.

No, Harry Potter was no stranger to pain.

As he finished cleaning himself and the room he looked a t himself in the mirror. He didn't know how much longer he could survive his uncle's care.

Little did he know that an ancient power was awakening to his call, though still weak it was making its way toward him as he moved out of his room to made dinner for his family.

Two Years Later;

Four boys raced through the alley as a larger man chased them. The man was the local constable, and this was close to becoming his only pass time. The group had once again terrorized one of the most popular stretches in London. This was becoming routine to try to find where they would hit and where they would be headed.

One of the boys called out "Into the shadows" none of the others questioned the semi-command but dived behind a dumpster. The youngest of the group threw up his arms and concentrated, just as the law enforcement was close enough to catch them the disappeared, melting into their surroundings.

On the other side of London in an old abandoned house in one corner shadows seemed to darken, in a moment boys stood.

Two red heads who were obviously twins instantly fell over laughing about the face on the constable's face when they had disappeared. However their number didn't find their close call all that funny.

"GODS DAR!" a boy with violet eyes cried out his face slightly red in his anger, "what the HELL were you thinking pulling a stunt like that? We were almost caught this time!" he glared at the ebony haired boy who just looked back calmly from where he was leaning against the wall.

"Hari leave Dar alone, you know he would never let us get caught!" One of the red heads responded exasperation lacing his voice.

"Leave them be, Sar you know they do this every time we have what Hari considers as a 'close call'" snickering the other red head addressed his twin Sar.

"Anyway Dar, we have to get going, we are heading to boarding school tomorrow morning so we wont see you for a while" Nick the other twin thought to inform their leader before melting into the shadows.

"Yea, see ya mate" and with that Sar followed his brother.

Hari shivers "Man I hate when they do that!" eyeing the corner where the twins left knowing that they probably prank-ed it on their way.

Dar who had yet to speak up just looked at the corner and shook his head before turning back to the violet eyed boy "You heading home to?" knowing that once the twins left they all slowly headed out anyway. "I see you tomorrow then yea?"

Hari suddenly looked extremely nervous but shook his head "I will be going with the twins tomorrow morning Dar. I would have told sooner-" but was cut off by the cold look that had come over Dars face.

Dar froze, barely breathing his eyes going from the warm rich emerald to icy in seconds (you know like what they portray has mint the pastel coloring of it?) making Hari shiver. "And you all wait to tell me this in one night? I was alright with the twins leaving because I would still have you, my brother of sorts' his voice no warmer then his eyes. The artic would be warmer at the moment, Hari was sure of that.

Hari just gives a nerveous laugh and tries to reason with Dar " Come on it's-"

"No, you know your way home Hari. There will be no talk this night" and with that dar pushes himself off the wall and makes is way towards the door and into the hall.

Hari watches him walk from the room and disappears into the darkness of Dar's 'manor' knowing that Dar felt more betrayed by him then he would have with the red haired twins.

Hari stood and with a little sigh let his fire surround him vanishing into it with the parting words "I sorry Darius"

Dar had entered his room in the abandoned house, the shadows stretched and tried to comfort him as a lone tear slide down his face and fell onto the vines that wound through the bricks.

Flash back-

His uncle dropped him off in the dark alley, he was nine now and knew that his uncle was trying to get rid of him.

He knew he was in London when is uncles voice brought him back to his surroundings.

"Stay here boy, your aunt and I have decided that you aren't worth our time. A freak like you is better left to die on the streets instead of being put up by your gracious and I."

"Yes uncle Vernon" was his only reply and it was spoken in a quiet voice that he used when his uncle was in a bad mood.

"If I ever see you again you will be in more pain then you ever have before!" his uncles face had turned purple in his rage and he raised his had and hit the small boy one last time.

Picking himself up from the ground he straitened his cloths and wiped the blood from his mouth. The last bit of hope that he would have a loving family vanished as his emerald eyes watched as his uncle drove off in his new shiny company car. I love shiny objects, author bounces around at the thought

End of Flash Back-

Now once again the hope that slowly returned over the year was crushed once more as his friends left him to an unknown fate. He was currently running on autopilot as he unbraided his long hair and crawled into bed, his hair acting like a black lack that lay still. Another tear slipped from his eyes as he closed his eyes and slipped into sleep.

Sleep my child, I will care for you." The dark rich voice that held comfort for the small boy on the bed "I will help you when I can, just hold on."