Disclaimer: I own none of this but the plot and gang members ok, glad we got that set

Fist fic so please be kind and review

OK- it has been brought to my attention that I kinda refer to women as sex objects so far, not at all what I mean to do.Just tryin to get past the fact that Harry isn't the scrawny pussy he is in the books.

Rayne

Chapter 1

A 6 year old Harry stalked around outside the gate, feverishly thinking that no one could possibly have a worse life than him. He felt rather than saw one of the scabs on the side of his body split open and start bleeding profusely. Cursing his uncle was however quickly forgotten as he saw Dudley and his gang of miscreants spot him from the other side of the park.

Shouts of "Get the freak" and "Beat him" were soon echoing through the park as Harry ran for his life. As he started to run out of breath, gasping as more scars split open along his sides and arms, he stumbled. Yelling in fear at the thought of Dudley catching up to him, he started to jump to his feet to find himself looking in the face of a very furious boy surrounded by a group of friends.

There was nothing special in appearance to this boy, he looked to be about 15 and had sandy blonde locks of hair hanging around his head. But there was something to his eyes, a commanding, maybe confident look that sent interest running through your mind.

Rather than speak to Harry, he motioned his friend's forward and confronted Dudley and his gang. Speaking in a harsh, gruff voice, he ground out "We told you to stay off our turf, idiots." Harry just stared at this boy, as he had never seen anybody stand up to Dudley before this.

Dudley was obviously scared out of his mind; he tried to come up with something witty to say back but of course was too stupid and scared to even think properly. Dudley turned and ran, followed by the rest of his gang, not even glancing back. As the older boys started to break into laughter, the sandy haired boys turned to look at harry who was busy staring at him in awe.

"So pipsqueak, wadda you think of our little gang here. We've seen you getting harassed by them since we you were little and thought it was finally time we paid you a visit."

All Harry could do was stare in shock especially at the confession that they had been watching him. Finally managing to whisper out a confused "w-what do you mean you've been watching me, and why?"

"Well we've seen how you handle gettin beat up by those brutes of family you have there and to say the least, rather impressed." Before Harry was able to answer, he continued "You obviously don't wanna be there and we want you with us, we'll teach you how to live, how to be a proper Demon Venom, wont we boys?" calls of affirmative rattled off from those behind him as they turned to look at Harry.

Harry still couldn't believe that they had offered him a place in there gang, what did they call it, Demon Venom, and so could only stutter out a " yes" before he was cheered on by the other boys.

The sandy haired boy looked extremely satisfied with his answer and said there was only one thing left to do. Looking at Harry he said quite calmly " well now the only thing left is the blood pact, after that , your one of us."

Harry looked up at the boy with no fear, just quiet determination in his eyes, simply stating that he was used to blood and was ready. Quickly taking out a worn and obviously well used dagger, he asked for Harry's palm. Harry quickly gave it to him and the sandy haired boy quickly slit both their palms and grasped them together.

Laughing, the sandy haired boy softly said, "Your one of us now"

Five years later!

Harry or mostly known as Rayne or Empyrean, always hung out with the older boys of the gang, never stopping to think why he never hung out with the kids his age. Ares, as he soon found the sandy haired boy to be called, always said it was because Harry was more mature than the others. When Harry had gotten his first Tattoo, a large roaring sweeping dragon across his back, he hadn't even whimpered in pain like the other boys, even though his tattoo was much bigger than theirs taking up his whole back. Every once in a while he could swear he saw the dragon move on his back. Since then he had gotten a flaming anarchy symbol on his right bicep, so when he flexed, it looked like it was really on fire. He also had twin Screaching griffons on the back of his neck. On his left bicep, he had Sun and Flesh, a rather lengthy poem by Arthur Rimbaud wrapping around his arm all the way to his wrist.

Wrapping around his other arm and onto the back of his hand was a tattoo of a snake, an ancient Asp Cobra, he had found it in a book and been infatuated with it ever since, he had the strange feeling it moved too.

He had a piercing in his left ear, a small eloquent onyx stud, a declaration of himself. He had long flowing, deep black locks down to his broad shoulders, masking his intense jade eyes, he had yet to meet someone who could stare into his eyes for more than 5 seconds without either seizing up or looking away. This was all on his powerful frame, his job in the gang was being tank, he was the master fighter, he was stronger than even the 18 year olds could hope to boast at.

He was also a lady's man, girls were always sending thinly veiled glances at him, much to his amusement. The guys would always friendly taunt him bout it, but they were also a little jealous. Not a virgin past the age of 8, he knew girls and they knew him.

As he was sitting alone with Ares on a dreary Sunday afternoon, talking about one of the new girls to join he gang, large barn owl flew right into Harry's face. Harry tried to knock it away before realizing it was futile and quickly pulling out his knife, stabbed the thing without a second thought.

Ares quickly pointed out that there was something tied to it's leg, quickly cutting the letter off, he unrolled it only to laugh, thinking it was a joke from Raven, one of the other boys in Demon Venom. The letter read :

Dear Mr. Potter

You have been formally invited to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Included In this letter is a ticket for the Hogwarts Express at platform 9 ¾.

After that, Harry stopped reading because he was laughing so hard. Yelling at Raven to come over he showed the letter to him and asked him what he thought about it. Raven just started laughing as hard as Rayne had.

Turning back to Ares, he asked him what he thought of the letter and said that if it wasn't Raven, then this could be for real, because only him and Raven had the guts to pull a joke on Rayne. Laughing and saying that he'd go check out this "leaky cauldron" tomorrow, he settled down to bed, of course accompanied by one of the more beautiful girls from the gang.

Waking up the next day, he kissed the girl a good morning before getting suited up in a black, tight form fitting outfit, he threw on the hood on his cape so you could only see his brilliant jade eyes peering at you under the shadows. The girl was practically drooling by now as Rayne smirked and seductively walked over to her and pressed her up against him with a passionate kiss, he whispered a good bye and left her with a dazed look on her face.

Taking the bus to downtown London, he walked over to the alley next to the pub called "the leaky cauldron." Sneaking a glance into the smoky pub, he saw a bunch of people all dressed up in these long dress looking things and with funny little sticks. Figuring that if the "wizarding world" was anywhere he might as well start with people who thought they had wands.

As soon as he entered the pub, the whole place quieted down to see this 10 year old walk in as if he owned the place. Some of the younger ladies noticed how fine this boy looked as he walked calmly up to the bar and asked for someplace to sit.

Just as Rayne was getting up onto the bar stool and drunk man walked over to him and grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn around. Rayne looked calmly into the mans hazy eyes and the whole pub gasped at the jade eyes, so intense under that hood. The man started speaking about how a pub wasn't the safest place for a boy to inhabit. Rayne started to get fed up with this and coldly said "please let go or I'll make you, and you won't like it, I guarantee."

The man just looked up and bowed saying "well well well, this ones got spine, so watcha gonna do kid, punch me, well come at me." Standing up and making drunken fist while slurring his words.

Rayne Calmly got up and waited for the man to throw the first punch, knowing he could win the waiting game, of course he was right as the man got bored and threw a punch as Rayne's face. Rayne gracefully moved to the side, ducked down and stabbed his knife into the man's chest, jerking it violently down his side. The man gasped and crumpled to the ground, looking up into these angry eyes one last time before he let out his last breath.

The pub stood still a minute not believing what they had just seen, this 10 year old kid, while well built and hard looking, had gracefully, easily taken out a grown man, not even bothering to run, just went straight for the kill. The 3 of the man's friends jumped up and started throwing punches at Rayne, as Rayne just blocked them or dodged out of the way, making it look like an intricate dance rather than a fight.

Rayne took out the first one with a well placed counter-kick to the man's solar plexus, sending the man gasping for breath before passing out, this only seemed to enrage the other two even more as the started throwing punches faster but still going nowhere as Rayne just sped up as well. As one grabbed Rayne around the waist, he grabbed the man's head and flipped him over his head while twisting his around till a distinctive crack was heard as the bones snapped.

The last man drew one of those funny looking wooden sticks and shouted some word that sounded like " Reducto". When a red sparkling ball of he didn't know what sped at him from the funny stick, he was so shocked that he just let it hit him. Immense pain flooded his system as he felt his chest bones crack as he flew backwards, somersaulting in the air to land on his feet.

Just then a red haired man drew another funny looking wooden stick or wand he guessed and yelled Stupefy and another red light sped out and struck the man who yelled Reducto and he man crumpled. As he looked around through the shocked silence and found everyone staring at his forehead, he realized that his hood had fallen off when he went flying.

The red haired man stuttered out "Y-Yo-You're Harry Potter, oh my god, where have you been and how did you do that and are you ok and…" Rayne just looked around wondering why everyone was staring at him and why this red haired man knew who he was. A kindly looking short rotund witch came over and cast a quick healing charm on his chest, while saying quite loudly that only a strong brave boy could withstand such a curse to the chest.

Rayne mumbled a thank you and then ran out, running full out until he came to the nearest Demon Venom hideout, and stated to process what had just happened. It seemed evident that magic really did exist and that he should start figuring out how to do it. Also, it seemed that people had known who he was so he had to go to that Diagon Alley place it mentioned in the letter to find out what that was all about.

Well, he wasn't going to go back there till tomorrow so might as well try the magic thing. Thinking about magic made him feel strange, almost like this was all a dream but hey, who knows might as well try. Concentrating on bringing a soda can from the shelves over to him; he imagined it in his head and willed it to come to him while sticking out his hand as a pointer and to catch it with.

Unfortunately he must have put way to much magical energy into it because the soda just imploded, as if a giant vacuum had been in the middle of the can. Well, he thought to himself, at least he got a reaction. Hearing his stomach grumble, he thought to his stomach man, let's go get some food.

Walking out into the alley, he felt something inside of him stir, almost animalistic, predatory. Not worrying about it now, he went ahead and nicked a sandwich from the local store and walked back to his flat in London. Falling onto his bed, he immediately fell into a deep sleep. This was his first time sleeping alone for over a month, but if someone had been there, they would have seen the toughest boy in Demon Venom shaking and sweating, shivering as his body rippled, his magic let itself course through his body, letting his personality dictate his body transformation.

His muscles grew a little and became much more defined but in terms of strength, he was as strong as a dragon, his tattoos stated to come alive on his skin, the dragon moving as if flying on his back, the flaming anarchy symbol's flames flared in the dark and burned with heat. Unconsciously in his sleep he ripped at his back with his newly formed claws and ripped right down to the bone and felt at last what he was looking for.

His eyes became slit and burned a golden ring around the jade. Fangs unconsciously extending out and shrinking again as his tongue split and became bisected. Scales appearing on his skin, hard as diamond and beautiful as the perfect new moon.

September first, Kings Cross station

As Rayne stood on the platform in King's Cross station, most people would have thought him to be 15 or 16 from his body mass and self confident stance, as if telling the world that he had a right to be there. Rayne himself was thinking back on what had happened to him since he got that letter. He had learned there was magic, his body had transformed, and he had learned how to use that magic and control the transformations, though he kept the fangs and the eyes. Also, the reaction from women was completely different, while before he had gotten appreciative glances, he now got women drooling over him from the minute they laid eyes on him. One had even gone as far as to call him the Demigod of Sex.

Whenever he didn't want attention such as now, he had to completely cover himself up. He still got those glances but no more drooling. Chuckling to himself he made his way over to platforms 9 and 10 and looked around curiously. …

Rayne stood on the platform looking in-between # 9 and 10, frustrated out of his mind that he couldn't figure out how to get onto the platform. He was just about to give it up as a lost cause when he saw the funny looking red headed man that had helped him at the pub and watched them, figuring they might know what to do. After watching all there kids and family run into the barrier at # 9 he figured that he might as well try it and so ran full steam ahead at the wall.

He was surprised that he actually got through; he had expected to be rejected or have imagined it. Looking up he saw the train and dragged his trunk that he had got in that Diagon Alley place after him. Once inside he found himself an empty compartment, he easily hoisted up his trunk onto the holders and sat down, falling asleep almost immediately.

When he woke up it was to 2 people yelling back and forth. It seemed the red head and some blond boy were argueing about blood purity and traitors.

" Weasley, you're the poorest Pureblood I ever met"

Yea, well you're the darkest"

" He he, I'll take that as a compliment weasel"

At this, the red head threw himself at the blonde boy, immediately Rayne shot up and shoved both back down into their seats. " Shut up or leave, I wont have fighting in my compartment while im sleeping, and since I doubt you two will shut up" he grabbed both by their shirt collars and threw them forcefully out of the compartment.

Muttering to himself about how pathetic the world really was, he sat back down to sleep and just as he relaxed, some older red head (jeez, there seem to be a lot of them) came pounding on the door saying it was time to get off, they were there.

Rayne gabbed his trunk and walked off the train into a mass of swirling people, not sure which way to go, he looked up at the castle and started moving that way, shoving people out of the way easily until he heard this massive man shout " First 'ears this 'ay, Firs' 'ears this'ay," Well that's me thought Rayne and started heading that way. When all the first years made it to the large man, they were shepherded to a bunch of boats and started rowing across the lake, Rayne got a boat to himself, as it seemed that he intimidated all the others.

When they got into this huge hall filled with four tables, some old woman began to read off names and putting a hat on people's head, yelling out these four names, it seemed they all stood for a ability or asset of the mind.

As she read off "Harry Potter" the whole hall looked around expectantly. Rayne of course wasn't going to go up unless they called his real name, Empyrean Rayne.

When the people in the hall's faces began to fall, he started laughing and everyone began to stare at him funny. One of the people asked what he was laughing and he yelled back " It's because your all so upset because Harry Potters not here and you don't even know him, I just find it funny."

The boy yelled back, "Yea, and who are you?"

Rayne just laughed and bowed, "Empyrean Rayne at your service, otherwise known as Harry Potter." The boy gasped and said " Yea well if your Potter, how come you didn't go up when she called your name., are you stupid or something?"

"no no, I'm not stupid, just haven't been called Harry since I was 3, no reason to start know, if she called out Empyrean Rayne id be happy to go up."

By this time most people in the hall were trying to sneak a glance at him under his cloak but they couldn't really see. Rayne chuckled to himself and took off his cloak and leather jacket. He started laughing outright at the peoples faces, all the girls immediately started drooling while all the guys just stared at this massively muscled, hard eyed, fanged kid.

Rayne chuckled to himself, "Oh what an Entrance I've made"

I really hope you like, review please - Empyrean Rayne