This is a sort-of crossover between Harry Potter and DN Angel. If you haven't seen the anime or read the Manga I suggest you do! It's really good. But anyways, on with the story!

Disclaimer: Do you really think I have the creativity to own Harry Potter, or, especially, DN Angel?

Dark Phantom

A small black haired boy shivered in fear. His uncle was angry at him again, angry that he had dropped a plate. The boy sniffed as he curled into a ball in the corner of the kitchen. It hadn't been his fault! His cousin had bumped into him making him loose his grip on the ceramic dish. Why couldn't Uncle Vernon see that?

A sudden, gruff hand grabbed the five year old boy's collar and hauled him to his feet, where he was then slammed into the wall. The green-eyed boy whimpered in pain and fright. The overweight man, the boy's uncle, growled at him. "You see what you did, boy?! You broke one of your Aunt's good dishes! You ungrateful freak!" The man then proceeded to throw open the backdoor and chuck his nephew out into the night. "Maybe that will teach you a lesson, boy! You will stay out there all night!"

The boy watched in horror as the door slammed shut with a bang. The solid click of the lock was like a death toll to the young boy's ears. A slight rain masked the boy's tears. Wiping away the offending liquid, the boy scrambled to find some meager shelter from the rain.

Being only five, the first place the boy thought of was the playground right down the street. He could sleep in the tunnels! He quickly made his way there, only to be grabbed from a dark alley. A hand clamped over his mouth to muffle any screams. A rough voice snickered in his ear. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A young boy wondering about at night? What should I do with you, hm?"

The boy stiffened in fear at the man's muttering. He tried to wriggle out of the man's iron hold. The man only chuckled darkly. "A feisty one, eh? I will enjoy you, young one."

The child's fear now knew no bounds. He struggled harder trying to get away. The man only tightened his grip. But then, in reaction to the boy's fear, the child felt something stir within him. What he did not know was that this stirring was his magic, trying to save its endangered master.

The pressure built within the small body until it reached its height. The force then exploded outward with a small cry from the child. The man disappeared in the wake of the magic with an odd yell. But, the boy did not notice this, for he had fallen over unconscious, black feathers scattering around him. The power had drained him, but he was unharmed. Still, the powerful magic had its repercussions. Where once had been a small undernourished black-haired boy with a lightning bolt scar now laid a taller, healthier looking boy with strange dark purple hair. He still had his scar, but it was faint, nigh unnoticeable. If one could have seen his eyes, one would have been able to see not emerald eyes, but strange violet eyes that now had a more Japanese tilt to them. Round, broken glasses that lay nearby would not be needed anymore. The boy, Harry Potter, would be in for a shock when he awoke.

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The now purple haired boy stirred tiredly. His eyes blinked open, appearing disoriented. What had happened? He suddenly shot up in horror as he remembered. His uncle had thrown him out! Harry trembled at the memory of the scary man who had attacked him. But, all that was forgotten when he clambered to his feet in horror. His uncle was going to beat him if he wasn't there when Uncle Vernon unlocked the door.

But as he made to run back home, he paused and frowned. He didn't remember being tall, and his body felt different. Not as if it felt wrong per say, just that it felt different from what he last remembered. In the alley he spotted a broken mirror, conveniently placed. He edged towards the mirror, almost afraid to look. What he finally saw astounded him. It was not the same boy he had seen in the bathroom mirror just yesterday! This boy looked older, maybe six or seven, not the five he really was, even though previously he had looked to only be three or four. He reached out to touch the odd purple hair that was reflected in the cracked mirror. It was tamer than before but still somewhat defied gravity. Several long strands hung around his face. He stumbled back suddenly. How was he going to hide this? Uncle Vernon would be so mad if he showed up like this!

The young boy started hyperventilating at the thought. What was he to do? He needed to go back to normal! It was at this panicked thought that the power within him reacted once again. Harry watched as a black feather floated from out of nowhere to land on his head. His image shimmered before returning to the small black haired boy visage. The feather however did not disappear. Harry grasped the feather and frowned. Maybe he could turn himself back to his new image with this. Grasping the feather, and with a silent wish, his image seemed to swiftly melt away, leaving the violet eyed boy in its stead. Grinning, he repeated the gesture and his appearance changed once again. Satisfied, Harry slipped the feather into his clothes and dashed towards home, hoping that his uncle would not notice that he was gone.

Luck, for now, was on his side.

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Harry continued the next few weeks in relative normality. He hid his new secret from his relatives, and started to train his new power. He noticed that to use his power it required the use of the black feather that had appeared when he had first realized how to switch between his true form and the Harry Potter mask he wore. He kept the feather with him at all times.

Two weeks after the life changing event, Harry woke to find a strange creature in his cupboard with him. He drew back, startled. The creature only tilted its head and uttered a soft, "Kyuu?"

Harry cautiously crawled forward and stuck out his hand. "What are you? You look like a bunny."

The white creature gave a cute face and jumped onto Harry's hand. "Kyuu!"

Harry smiled. "I guess I'll keep you, then. You'll need a name, though. Bunny?"

The rabbit gave him a weird look. "Kyuu…"

Harry giggled. "Of course not. You need a name like you. Something special." He frowned in thought for several minutes before an odd thought struck him. "With? (Pronounced 'wiz' or something close) Where did that come from?" He was going to think of something different, but the creature gave an excited, "Kyuu!" Harry blinked. "You like that? Well, ok then, With."

He smiled and petted With before telling him to hide until he said so. He then left his cupboard to make breakfast for his relatives. He would sneak out with With later that night to play with him. He hoped his day would go by fast without incident.

He got his wish and later that night he snuck out in his real form with his new friend. He took them both to the park. He sat on the swings with With in his lap. He quietly talked to the creature, even though he knew that With could only respond with his usual, "Kyuu."

Eventually, Harry set down With on the ground. "Watch out, With. I want to fly."

He missed the excited, "Kyuu!" as he sat back on a swing. Higher and higher he went until, finally, he determined he was high enough. With a happy yell, he launched himself from the swing. What he was not expecting was With to suddenly transform into a pair of jet black wings and attach to his back. Harry was startled, but instinct took over and he flapped his new wings, soaring higher into the sky.

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Harry had once again escaped his relatives and was wandering around the neighborhood. This time he was still in his disguise, as he liked to call it. He was pondering an all important question. He had a new look, he needed a new name to go with it! But what to call himself? It needed to be cool sounding! He walked slowly as he pondered this.

Suddenly he was pushed roughly to the ground. A group of older teens surrounded him. They grinned cruelly at him. The leader spoke. "Well, if it isn't the runt of Privet Drive? You're walking on our territory now, little boy. Maybe we should teach you a lesson?"

The group grinned maliciously and drew in closer. Harry curled into a ball, frightened. He could not use his power here. He tensed, waiting for the first blow when a smooth voice interrupted. It held a Japanese accent, but was easily understandable. "What is going on here?"

Harry looked up to see a middle aged man standing near the circle. His eyes pleaded with the man to do something, anything. The man frowned. "Attacking a defenseless child are you? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Leave him be."

The group exchanged glances before stalking towards the man. The leader sneered. "How would you like to take his place?" With that the teens all charged the man.

The man easily dodged the attacks and gave his own in retaliation. Soon, all the boys were lying on the ground, immobilized. Harry stared at the man in awe. The man crouched down and offered out his hand. "They did not hurt you I hope?"

Harry shook his head and took the man's offered hand. He was hauled to his feet. The man smiled and led him away from the unconscious boys. "My name is Daisuke. What is yours, dark-haired one?"

Harry was about to answer when he paused and exclaimed, "Dark! That's it!"

The man blinked in confusion. "Pardon me? What do you mean?"

Harry flushed and shook his head. "It's nothing. My name is Harry."

"Well, Harry, would do you like it if I take you out for ice cream?"

Harry nodded excitedly before looking shyly at his feet and fidgeted. Daisuke watched him curiously. "Harry-kun?"

"Could you teach me to do what you did back there? And what does 'kun' mean?"

"It's a Japanese term put at the end of boys' names. And maybe Japanese will be one more thing for me to teach you."

Harry looked up eagerly. "Really? You'll teach me?"

Daisuke smiled. "Yes, somehow it seems right, even though I just met you. But, you must promise me one thing."

"Tell me, please, Mr. Daisuke."

"Promise me that you will follow my every order."

Harry nodded. "I promise."

Little did they know that the stage of Harry's destiny was now set.

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Ten year old, soon to be eleven year old, Harry Potter opened the door to his sensei's house. He paused in the door way and slipped off his shoes. He called out to the man. "Daisuke-sensei?"

No one answered so he took a cautious step forward. The floor glowed briefly so Harry sprinted forward, having activated a trap. Poles slammed together in varying heights along the wall. Harry avoided all of them and launched himself off of the last one. The glossy surface of the floor of his projected landing spot alerted him to its slipperiness. He used the walls as leverage to avoid the spot. He landed outside of the training room door. He reached out his hand to grasp the handle, but a slight tingling alerted him to the fact something was off. Harry stared in disbelief. His sensei had connected a live wire! He sighed and spotted the small control panel to the side of the door. He studied it for a moment before rapidly clicking several buttons. Through this he effectively unlocked the door and disconnected the live current.

Harry walked calmly into the room where his sensei greeted him with a smile. "Very good, Harry-kun."

Harry bowed. "Arigato, Daisuke-sensei."

Daisuke suddenly attacked him, but Harry was prepared and ducked out of the way. Daisuke nodded in approval and continued his attack. "You have gotten better, Harry-kun, but let's see how much."

Daisuke flew at him again and Harry defended himself. The two continued like this for awhile, Daisuke mainly on the offensive, though Harry got in a few good kicks and punches. Eventually, though, Harry ended up on his back with Daisuke's foot at his throat. Harry yielded and Daisuke let him up. The two bowed to each other and Daisuke set Harry to some exercises.

Several hours later, Daisuke and Harry finally sat down, finished with their training. Daisuke smiled at Harry. "You did well today, Harry-kun."

Harry nodded in thanks before pulling something out of his back pocket. "I received this today, Sensei."

Daisuke took the heavy envelop from the young boy. He opened it and read the contents. His expression remained passive as he looked up at Harry and returned the letter to the boy. "What do you think of it, Harry?"

"I want to believe that someone is playing a hoax on me, but this is too elaborate and who would play a prank on me? Besides, something tells me that it's real."

Daisuke nodded and leaned back. "It is real. One of my childhood friends went there and he told me about it. It seems impossible, but it's not. It really does exist. Do you want to go?"

Harry paused before nodding. "I do. It will give me a chance to expand my knowledge in a different direction."

Daisuke smiled. "Very well, but remember to continue your training."

Harry nodded as he gazed down at the letter in his hand. A seal stared back up at him. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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One Severus Snape scowled as he rapped on the door of a suburbanite home. It was sickening in its conformity. The ill-tempered man scowled as the door opened to reveal a rail thin woman with a plastic smile. He did not wait for her to speak. "I am Professor Snape from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am here to pick up your nephew, Harry Potter, to take him to get his school things. Where is he?"

The woman's fake smile immediately dropped. "Oh. You're one of them. The boy is in the back, the ungrateful freak."

The woman, presumably Potter's aunt, led him to the back door and disappeared. The professor entered the back door to find Potter sitting in the lawn petting a strange white furred creature. The man cleared 

his throat and the black haired boy looked up. He tilted his head curiously but his expression remained neutral. "I'm here to take you to get your school supplies, Potter."

The boy nodded before checking a watch at his wrist. Suddenly the boy's expression turned to slight horror and he jumped up. Snape raised an eyebrow. The boy gave him an apologetic look. "Gomen, but I have to meet up with my Sensei. I suppose you can come with, though. If you are, then follow me, if not, then I'll be done in a few hours."

The boy dashed off and Snape decided to follow. The boy eventually led him to a house down the street. Harry opened the door and took a step inside. At that moment a door opened at the end of the hall. A red haired Japanese man stepped into the hallway. He and Harry exchanged a greeting before the man turned to Snape. "And who is this, Potter-san."

A light frown passed over the boy's lips before he replied. "This is a professor from Hogwarts, Niwa-sensei. He was supposed to help me get my supplies today, but it was our training time."

Daisuke nodded at held out his hand to the professor. "I'm Niwa Daisuke, or Daisuke Niwa in the English way."

The professor grasped Daisuke's hand. "Professor Severus Snape."

Daisuke nodded. "The Professor can take you today, Potter-san. We will post pone our training for now. Come with me for a second if you will though."

Harry followed his sensei into the living room. Snape stayed by the front door. Daisuke turned to Harry and smiled. "Be careful, Harry-kun. I get the feeling that these wizards expect a certain behavior from you. Give them what they want for now. Best keep your abilities to yourself."

Harry nodded and bowed. "Arigato, Daisuke-sensei."

Daisuke smiled and said goodbye. He then watched as Harry left. He turned towards the window and gazed thoughtfully at the sky. He wondered how Harry would use his abilities.

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Harry gazed thoughtfully at Snape. So far, from how the professor acted, and how everyone else acted, they thought he would act like the perfect hero. Harry scowled and rubbed With's head. The white furred animal gave a happy "Kyuu" from Harry's shoulder. Harry gave a small smile and continued his scanning of his surroundings. How would he construct his mask?

The Professor had already described Hogwarts' House system. He knew he belonged in Slytherin, but he had been told his parents were in Gryffindor. He knew he was expected to follow in their footsteps. He frowned in distaste. So, he was supposed to be a brash, reckless Gryffindor with a hero complex? He sighed. Let's see how long he could pull that one off.

The Professor halted in front of a clothing shop. "I'll go buy your potions ingredients and your books. Get your robes and then wait here for me to get you."

Harry nodded and entered the well-lit shop. A smiling witch swooped down upon him. "Hello, dear. Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded wordlessly and the woman ushered him to a corner of the shop, chatting happily all the while. He caught something that sounded like, "…Hogwarts…Just like you…"

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped up onto the stool. Well, might as well start the construction of his Gryffindor mask. His demeanor subtly changed into that of a nervous, fidgety eleven year old. However, a level gaze scanned the room, brought from habit. That gaze was soon rested upon a blond haired boy, quite arrogant looking. Long, straight blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and bangs framed the boy's pointed face. Icy grey eyes turned to look at him. Harry squeaked out a greeting, mentally cringing in horror.

The gold-haired boy frowned and gave him a look of distaste. Harry stuck out a slightly shaking hand. "I'm Potter Harry… err sorry. That would be Harry Potter. My neighbor is from Japan and I picked up some of his customs."

Harry silently cursed his slip up but kept his gaze on the other boy. The boy just stared at him with a disdainful look for several minutes before finally reaching out to grasp his hand. "Draco Malfoy."

The two clasped hands and Harry made to give the Malfoy a small nervous smile. But at that moment, a surge of electricity seemed to rush through Harry. His eyes widened as the other boy's form seemed to flicker slightly. Cold grey eyes, also wide in shock flickered to show a golden color. The boy's features also appeared more refined. The Malfoy's eyes were very wide in shock. Harry cursed. He knew that his own glamour had flickered to show a very different person underneath.

The two quickly drew away from each other. Two pairs of eyes scanned the room, but no one had seemed to have noticed. Not even the two women helping to pin up their robes gave them another glance. Harry glared lightly at Malfoy. He whispered to the boy, "Tell no one. We will talk at school." He then turned away from him once he got a positive response. The boys then ignored each other until they were both finished with their robes.

Harry quickly paid for his robes and left. He stood outside the store waiting for the professor. They just had his wand to get next. He frowned slightly as he scanned the bustling. Suddenly, he felt a presence approach him from behind. A hand gripped his shoulder. Faking a startled jump, he whipped around to see that it was the professor he was waiting for. He calmed inwardly but gave the professor a wide-eyed look. "Sensei! You startled me."

Snape frowned, the boy seemed different. He shrugged it off and sneered. "Come. We are going to get your wand." Harry nodded and followed the man to a dark store at the end of the Alley.

Inside, Harry was again "startled" by a person sneaking up behind him. The old man chuckled. "I've been expecting you, Mr. Potter. Seems like only yesterday your parents where here buying their first wands."

Harry nodded, uninterested as Ollivander pulled out a measuring tape. Harry stared at the thing. "one question, Ollivander-san."

The old man looked up. "Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"What's the point of the measuring tape?"

Ollivander opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out of his mouth. The man blinked. He then coughed, "Well, no one has ever asked me that before. And, honestly, I don't have an answer. We''l just skip that part then shall we?"

Harry raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "What n-"

Ollivander interrupted him by rushing off into the back of the store, going in between the shelves. He pulled out several boxes and placed them on the counter. He took one out and handed it to Harry. "Try this one. Just give it a wave."

Harry did… and a vase exploded violently. Ollivander only took the wand back with a cheerful smile and handed Harry a new one. Harry sweat dropped as a chair exploded into black feathers. This continued for awhile and with each passing wand, Harry took the next more cautiously.

After awhile, Ollivander looked thoughtful. "I wonder… Here, try this one."

Harry took the wand and it immediately warmed in his hand. He waved it and a silvery mist burst forth from the wand. It unfurled into wings before fading away. Ollivander clapped happily but Harry frowned. Snape frowned. "What's wrong, Potter? Expecting something more grandeur?"

Harry ignored the insult. "It feels right, but slightly… off."

Ignoring the two older men, Harry gazed thoughtfully at the wand. 'What is off with it? Wait... maybe…'

Harry pulled out a dark feather from the inside of his shirt. He placed the tip of the feather against the base of the wand. Both items glowed faintly and the feather was absorbed into the wand. It fully disappeared with a ripple.

"What was that, Potter?"

Harry winced. Trying to cover himself he quickly replied, "I found the feather when I was really young. It's very special to me. I don't know how I did it, but it just felt right."

Harry paid for his wand and then left with the professor. Snape then handed Harry a ticket. "Don't lose that." Harry looked down to see 'Platform 9 3/4, 11 o'clock.'

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Harry sat bored in his compartment. Using Dark's magic he had hidden the compartment from view. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. It felt weird saying Dark's magic when he and Dark where one and the same.

The compartment door suddenly slid open. Harry tensed. The figure that stepped in and then closed the door was the boy from the robe shop. He sat down opposite of Harry. "Why don't you release your Glamour." It wasn't a question.

"Why don't you do the same."

The boy nodded and several small changes took over his form until cold golden eyes stared at him from a pointed, older face. Harry then released his Glamour, exposing Dark. With hopped up onto his shoulder with a happy "Kyuu!"

The Malfoy looked over the differences. "You're not really Harry Potter are you?"

Dark hesitated. "I was once, but my looks changed due to magical backlash from an incident when I was five. Now, I call myself Dark."

"Interesting choice of names. I, too, was once Draco Malfoy. I was nine when I was hit by some minor magical backlash. Now, I call myself Krad."

Dark gave a half-grin. "We're a mirror, then, ne?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I am dark, and you are light in appearance. My name is Dark and yours in Krad. They mirror images of each other. Dark backwards is Krad. Krad backwards is Dark. A mirror."

"A mirror, huh? I'm sure our personalities will be the same. We will probably be rivals."

"Even so, we'll push each other to be the best, ne?"

Krad smirked and stood. He once again became Draco Malfoy before exiting the compartment.

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All of the first years were lined up, waiting to enter the Great Hall. When the doors opened, every first year was greeted by a magnificent Hall, the enchanted ceiling sparkling with stars. Even with all the excitement, however, every first year shook with nervousness, some worse than others.

Harry remained one of the only ones to remain calm. Standing in the back, he wanted patiently for his own to be sorted. He scanned his surroundings as he waited.

Finally, his name was called. He quickly made his way towards the Hat, his façade already in place. Sitting on the stool, the Hat slipped over his eyes.

What do we have here? You have many secrets.

'Tell anyone and I'll rip you to shreds.'

Of course, of course. Now where to put you?

'Gryffindor.'

Gryffindor? Slytherin is much better suited for you.

'No, the best place to be is Gryffindor. Its where they expect me to be.'

The Hat was silent for a moment. Then, Very well. It will be GRYFFINDOR!! Good luck.

Harry pulled off the Hat and handed it to the professor. He made his way towards the loudly cheering table. He sat down next to a pair of twins loudly chanting, "We got Potter!"

He sighed. It would be a long year, living amongst the lions. But, he, Harry, no, Dark would survive.

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I don't really like the ending, but what do you think? Should I continue? I want reviews please! Arigato!