Emerald Flames

Authors Note: This story was caused because of a prompt given to me by a friend and me being me, I couldn't help myself and just had to write it! I'm not sure how long this will be but it will include certain things such as those listed below. To those of you who read Little Dragon the next chapter is in the works as we speak! :)

Warning: Slash! (Harry Potter/TMR-LV). Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Molly Bashing. Grey!Harry. Potter Twins. Abuse. More that I can't think of at the moment.

Disclaimer: I tried to steal the rights to Harry Potter with my ninja skills but it didn't work. JK Rowling waved her wand and I was expelled from her manor after being interrogated on how I got passed the wards. That secret is still mine and mine alone! Muahahaha.

Chapter 1: Freak

Freak sat huddled on top of thin mattress that was his bed. It was pitch black inside the cupboard under the stairs but Freak was used to that, after all, this was where he slept.

With a sigh Freak closed his eyes to the darkness and let his head fall back lightly against the wall behind him as he listened to the laughter of those outside of the cupboard.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were having a party to celebrate his cousin Dudley's birthday and Freak wasn't allowed out of his cupboard but that was fine with him. Freak was tired, he had spent the whole day preparing the house for the guests that Freak would never get to see. He had cleaned the house so that it was spotless and then he had weeded and watered the flowerbeds, he had even gotten some bread to eat! After all of that work however Freaks muscles were aching and his eyes felt so very heavy.

Freak just wanted to sleep but the guests were being so very noisy...

With a strange tingle that ran through his body Freak's cupboard fell blissfully silent and Freak's eyes popped open in terror as he waited for Uncle Vernon to come punish him for being such a Freak. When nothing happened after several minutes Freak slowly relaxed and let out a breath of relief, his uncle didn't know what he had done and hopefully he would never know...

"Who are you!?" A scared sounding voice asked from beside him and Freak turned to look at the other person with wide eyes.

She was bigger than him but then again everyone else was Freak was small, she had long red hair and large hazel eyes that looked at him with the same fear that he felt.

"I'm Freak," Freak said softly as he looked down at his hands, after all, he was supposed to answer when he was spoken to and she had asked him a question.

"That's a funny name," The girl said as she looked at Freak with a confused expression before she smiled and stuck out her hand which Freak took hesitantly. Didn't she know that she wasn't supposed to touch him unless he was being punished? "I'm Primrose Lillian Potter Zabini, but call me Rose."

With a nod Harry carefully shook this strange girls hand and quickly retreated and huddled into a smaller ball, he didn't want to infect her with his Freakishness after all.

"So where is this place anyways?" Rose asked as she looked around and scrunched up her nose in distaste. "Why are we in a cupboard?"

"This is my room," Freak said with a blush as he looked down at his knees. His room was nothing like his cousin Dudley's but it was more than he deserved, after all, Freak was nothing but a burden and his relatives were good people for taking him in and not drowning him like his Aunt Marge always suggested.

"Your room!?" Rose growled, she sounded mad. Freak just knew it, she didn't like him anymore. She was finally seeing how Freakish he was and now she was going to leave this stranger that he somehow felt close to. "This is wrong! Wait, your name... They call you Freak!? Who are these people? You shouldn't be treated this way!"

Wait, she thought that he was being treated wrong? Did she think that he should be treated worse? His Aunt Marge sometimes locked him outside during her visits, is that what Rose thought he deserved? Did she feel disgusted at having touched him before?

"Are you okay?" Rose asked, her angry expression turning to the kind of look that Aunt Petunia gave Dudley when he was hurt. Why would she look at him like that?

"It's okay if you want to leave," Freak mumbled as he buried his head into his arms so that he didn't have to look at this confusing girls any longer. "I understand if you don't want to be around me any more, I don't want to infect you with my freakishness."

"I'm not going anywhere," Rose said with a determined expression on her face as she sat down on the mattress across from him. "Is your name really Freak?"

"Yes, well... I think so. That's all my uncle calls me, either that or Boy but he calls me Freak more."

"Well I'm not going to call you Freak or Boy. I'll call you... Emerald," She said with a serious nod and a smile.

"Emerald?" Those pretty green jewels like the ones Aunt Petunia had in her earrings? They were so pretty, why would this girl call her something so pretty? He was just a freak.

"Yes, Emerald for your eyes, their so pretty and green just like mamas necklace." Rose said with a smile.

"So how did you get into my cupboard?" Freak asked as he looked at this strange girl across from him.

"I don't know, it must have been accidental magic-"

"Shh!" Freak cut her off desperately as he watched the door with a panicked expression. "You can't use the 'm' word! I'll get in trouble and Uncle Vernon will punish me!"

"The 'm' word? Magic?"

"Shh! Please? Uncle Vernon hates that word!" Freak begged her.

"Okay, okay, calm down! I won't use the 'm' word, I promise!" Rose said as she lifted her hands up like the people on the telly sometimes did.

"Thank you," Freak breathed out as he moved away from the doorway and curled up on the mattress again. Whatever he had done to make it quiet must have kept Uncle Vernon from hearing them for which Freak was grateful.

"So, are you my imaginary friend then?" Freak asked excitedly, if she was then Freak wouldn't be so alone! He would have someone to talk to, even if they weren't real, a friend that even Dudley couldn't scare away!

"I am not imaginary!" Rose growled as she glared at him. "But if your asking me then that means that your not imaginary either so we're both real and- what's wrong? You're awfully pale all of a sudden?" Rose asked worriedly.

If Rose was real and she was here then Uncle Vernon could hurt her too. That was bad! She had to leave.

"You have to leave."

"Why because I'm not imaginary?"

"No, I don't want you to get hurt too," Freak said with tears brimming in his eyes, the thought of Rose getting hurt was almost unbearable for him.

"Get hurt? What do you mean? Why would I get hurt?" Rose asked confused.

"Uncle Vernon, he would think that you're here because of the 'm' word and he'll hurt you like he hurts me!"

"They hurt you?" Something flashed in Rose's eyes that reminded Freak far too much of Uncle Vernon when he was ready to punish Freak and he found himself shivering in fear.

"Only when I deserve it," Freak mumbled looking down at his bare feet.

"Explain," She growled and Freak flinched back before answering her. Why Freak was telling her he didn't know, nothing came out of him asking for help, everyone just seemed to forget or disappear.

"When I don't get my chores done, when I do freaky stuff, when I do better than Dudley, when I mess something up, when something freaky or weird happens to my relatives, when I ask for more than I deserve..." Freak trailed off as he ran out of things to say and Rose's gaze continued to burn into his skin.

"Come on," Rose said with a sigh as she pulled Freak over to the mattress and pulled him down next to her so that they shared his pillow. "It's late and we should get some sleep."

"What if you're gone when I wake up?" Freak asked suddenly afraid of this strange girl disappearing while he slept.

"I figure I got here some how, I'm bound to come back," Rose said simply as she smiled at him.

"Promise?" Freak asked as he looked directly into her warm brown eyes.

"Promise."

It had been several days since Freak last saw Rose. Usually she would show up whenever he was locked in his cupboard alone but that hadn't happened for the last week.

Uncle Vernon had some very important clients coming over for a business dinner and wanted the house to be absolutely perfect for their arrival so for the last week Freak had been put to work with cleaning the house from top to bottom including, oddly enough, the small crawlspace that they called an attic. When Freak was not inside cleaning he would instead be re-weeding the garden and combing through the lawn to find any stray stones that had avoided the weekly mowing.

By the time Freak was allowed to return to his cupboard to sleep Freak could barely keep his eyes open long enough to crawl onto his thin mattress and pull his threadbare blanket over himself.

The only good thing to come from this week was that since Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't want him passing out while he worked Freak was given food every single day, sometimes twice!

While Freak worked on finding imaginary weeds in his aunts flower bed's Freaks thoughts drifted to Rose.

After her first visit Rose had told her family everything that she knew and had been told that she had somehow managed to astral project herself so that she showed up with him. Her family seemed to think that they were twins but Freak wasn't convinced, they looked nothing alike. Besides that Rose's parents had been killed while Freaks had died in a car crash but he had agreed to not write the option off completely until he learned what his real name was.

Despite all of this however Rose's family was trying to help him but since they didn't really know who he was or where there was little that they could do. So instead Rose had been trying to teach him either how to read or how to get away but their plans had only resulted in Freak getting a lock placed on his door.

The reading lessons were slow paced since they could do nothing without Freak having something to read and when Rose would try to instead describe the letters to him Freak would get a headache and they would have to stop.

Finally when Freak was five and his relatives were forced to send him to school Freak learned his real name.

Harry James Potter.

Freak was Rose's twin after all but that had only solved the mystery of why she was able to come to him. They still couldn't get any closer because while Freak now knew where he lived there were something called wards placed around him that kept Rose's family from coming anywhere near him.

Rose had started to encourage Freak to speak out, as well as use his real name but it was hard to suddenly be called something different by people he had only just met while still being called Freak at home. It was like he was two different people lately, Freak at home, Harry at school.

Even in his head Freak was having a difficult time acknowledging that he had a different name now, to him he was still Freak.

Following Rose's instructions though Freak had spoken to several of his teachers about his home life but before anything could be done something odd would happen and Freak would leave school and return home with a chunk of his memory gone and an odd fear of men with white hair and beards had begun to grow.

He was fine with most bearded men but when they were old Freak found that his heart rate would pick up and he would be filled with terror.

Eventually they had discovered that someone had been tampering with his memories and yet, try as he might, Freak could not break through the charms and remember what had been stolen from him...

"So tell me again what happened to this Mr. O'Neill?" Rose asked from her by now usual place leaning against the opposite wall of his small cupboard. As the years had passed things had improved and with Rose's help he no longer thought of himself as 'Freak'.

His name was Harry after all and if his relatives wouldn't use then he would, Rose had forced him to understand that.

"Well you know how I told you about the random memory lapses?" At Rose's nod Harry continued, "Well Mr. O'Neill noticed that Dudley kept taking my lunch so he's been letting me eat in his classroom while he grades papers but he hasn't been there lately and today we were told that he basically disappeared without a trace."

"Just like the others?" Rose asked as her eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

"Just like the others. Someone must be watching me somehow and whoever it is they obviously don't like the fact that I'm being helped."

"Well once we figure out who it is they're going to be sorry," Rose said with a smirk and a dark glint in her usually warm brown eyes.

"How is it that you manage to be so evil and yet you're also sweet?" Harry asked in amazement from where he was curled up against the opposite wall. "It's slightly disconcerting you know."

"Well one of us has to be able to hurt a fly and you my dear brother are far too sweet," Rose said only to smirk as Harry blushed.

Authors Note: And that's the end of the first chapter! :D I feel so accomplished!

I hope you all enjoyed! ^-^