A/N: Here is another Idea that came from itachisgurl93, I love getting ideas from people of things that I would never really think of writing. Push my self into doing things, and trying new things out. So I hope everyone likes it, Def AU. Slash, Abuse of minor, abuse in general. If you do not like please do not read.

Prologue:

Harry Potter, an eight year old boy, lived in a small cramped cubby under his relatives stairs. He had only one small toy soldier, a pen and a notepad. He would write in this notepad every night before he went to bed, writing his hopes, dreams and wishes. He had no idea that he was a wizard, and not just any wizard, the one wizard who lived after being hexed with the killing curse. He never knew why his Uncle always called him a freak, he didn't see anything different about himself then that of his relatives.

This one night he was particularly hungry, he knew he wasn't supposed to go into the kitchens with out permission, but he really needed something to eat. He slowly opened his cubby door and crept out into the hall, looking around for any signs of his relatives.

Upon seeing that the coast was clear he made his way into the kitchen and to the fridge, what he didn't know was his Uncle had installed an alarm on the fridge, and the noise that followed awoke everyone in the house.

Harry froze in his spot, knowing it was useless to hide, and waited for his Uncle to come down the stairs. He knew he would be punished for leaving his cubby, but didn't know how badly it was going to be. He heard his Uncle stomping down the stairs and into the hall.

"Boy where are you, I know you got into the fridge." Harry backed into the wall, shaking like a leaf. He felt the fat hands of his Uncle grab the back of his neck and drag him down to the stairs of the cellar. He had never been down there before and was beginning to get really scared.

"I'm sorry Uncle, I was only hungry."

"You eat when we tell you to eat. You ungrateful Freak. You wake us up in the middle of the night, having no respect for the people who give you that food."

"I'm sorry uncle, I'm so sorry."

"Stop your whining, you are going to be punished either way." Harry felt himself thrown down to the ground and his face bounced off the cold cement. He felt blood slowly trickle down the side of his face and went to wipe it away. Before he could get his hand to his face however, his Uncle had him up and facing the wall.

"Take the filthy shirt off now Boy." Harry obeyed and threw his shirt on the ground. He heard chains rattle and swiftly turned to his Uncle, only receiving a punch to the face as he was pushed back to the wall and had his hands chained to the wall.

"Scream all you like, the walls are sound proof down here Boy. No one will hear you."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I think twenty lashings will set you right for your nighttime shenanigans." Realization dawned on Harry and he tried to wiggle out of the chains.

"No Uncle please noooo." He screamed as the whip came down once on his back, the pain was searing, and made Harry's breath stop at once. With each lashing, his legs gave out more and he could feel the blood running down his back and down his legs. As the last one came down, he couldn't scream out any longer, and hung his hand down. He saw the blood pooling on the ground below him and almost vomited.

"I am going to leave you there, let the cool air sting them for a bit. Maybe you will learn to stay where you belong from now on." Harry heard his Uncle leave the basement as he fell unconscious.

Kane Layre was walking down Privet Drive, just trying to clear his head. He had moved to the area under a month ago and every night he would walk down different streets to get a lay of the land. He wanted to make sure there was no hunters in the area as well. Kane was a vampire, turned when he was only seventeen, so he still looked young. He actually hated his life since he was turned and would never forgive the one who turned him.

As he was walking he could smell fresh blood in the air and wondered where it was coming from. He knew it was Human, because the smell was sweet and not pungent. Why would there be human blood around a small quiet area like this, he needed to find out. Slowly he moved along the edge of each house, trying to find where the smell was strongest. As he came across one of the last houses on the road he stopped dead in his tracks.

This is the house he thought to himself. Now he needed to find out where the blood was coming from and what had happened. He walked up to the door and knocked lightly on it, he knew it was late so he was surprised when someone actually answered. The fat blob that was standing in front of him looked half scared out of his mind. Like he was guilty of something and Kane wanted to find out what.

"What do you want at this hour of the night?" The blob asked him

"My car broke down at the end of the road and you are the first person to answer your door. I would be grateful if I could come in and use your phone."

The blob looked at him like he had three heads and laughed.

"Do you think I would let a strange person into my home, where my family is. I don't think so." As the blob was shutting the door Kane stuck his foot out. He looked the man directly in the eyes and stated,

"You will let me in your house, kindly invite me in and then go back to bed."

"Of course you can come in and use the phone, just don't mind me if I go back to bed, it is really late after all." Kane smiled to himself. He loved his power or persuasion.

As soon as the blob moved up the stairs, Kane walked around the lower level of the house. He stopped in front of a door and quickly opened it. As he descended the stairs the smell became stronger. The moment he came to the bottom of the stairs he stopped, if he wasn't already dead he would have died right then. He could not believe his eyes. The body of a boy hung, chained to the far wall, blood pooling on the floor below him.

Kane moved fast, he ripped the chains out of the wall and laid the boy down on the ground. Putting his head over the boys face he listened for breathing, it was there, but barley. Cutting his writs with his nail he placed his wrist to the boys mouth. He knew this would not change him, just a couple drops of his blood. He just hoped it would heal him.

He didn't have time to sit around and wait to see if it would work, so he quickly lifted the boy into his arms and carried him out of the house. He needed to bring him to his house so he could keep an eye on him. He wanted to make sure he would heal and never have to go near those people again.