Once again I own nothing, but my imagination. Everything is own by J.K Rowling and Kishi...

Chapter 1

I know I haven't even finished my other story (ies) and I'm starting this one, but like I said there needs to be more Haku/harry/Zabuza love! Anyways hope you enjoy...

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It's been five years, five years since he was founded on that blasted doorstep, but even with the knowledge of knowing that this family didn't love him he still manage to smile through it all even when his Uncle Vernon gave him beatings. The reason is because he was used to pain to torture. And he would live for one thing only…to see him.

Yes, him… his precious person, his master, Lord Zabuza. Indeed, he knew that even at a young age of five he was different and the Dursley's confirmed it every time. He was skinny, shoulder length long hair, pale beautiful complexion, emerald eyes, and a scar on his forehead that was unmistakably a lightning bolt. He did not care for such a thing, but it brought unwanted attention so his aunt Petunia fussed about freaks and how he needed to be more 'normal'. The woman didn't like him and didn't do anything about it till it became a problem.

The boy didn't mind this life much the only small amount of fear is that they find out about him controlling ice and kick him out. Now that wouldn't be a problem it's just that in his short reincarnated life he is somewhat happy/peaceful in doing the chores, gardening and other things his relatives threw at him. It didn't matter he just smile and speak politely which was amusing to him because the Dursley's just turn pink in response and never could form a direct revoke.

"Come on freak ... Get in the car!" Vernon bellowed.

Well yes, there was his name he went by the other being rarely used.

Harry Potter.

Yes, a name such as that was only use by his sitter (Petunia happily let someone/when finally asked to/ else take the 'freak' as she putted it) who was the neighbor Ms. Glare who stayed across from the neighbors who owned plenty of cats. She unlike them didn't mind his feminine side as she worked alongside him in her indoor gardens and or home if bored, but once or twice she would find him reading adult books on the human body or some of the language books that she had in her small library. Seeing his knowledge to learn Ms. Glare never wanted anyone to know what he could so when it was time to go back to the Dursley's for the rest of the day till the next she would give him cookies that they made together then send him off with a smile always saying that she couldn't wait to watch him again.

"Boy, you doing strange things to that lady. ... Aren't you?" Vernon growled out, clearly he was pissed. No one was supposed to like watching the freak!

The boy smiled, his eyes closing automatically as he spoke softly. "No sir nothing at all."

Vernon looked like he was going to blow out steam puffs. "You better not be boy, or it will be your worst nightmare."

The car halted with a screech as Vernon turned off the engine and then took out his keys, opening the door then slamming it shut. The whale-man grabbed the boy's door and yanked it open and growled. "Get out boy and go do your chores."

The boy smiled, "Yes."

Vernon growled and followed slamming his door shut behind him. He didn't like the boy he was a freak of nature in fact Vernon was incline to believe that the boy wasn't even a boy at times because every time he was given a chore he would smile and use it as pastime. It was almost as if the boy enjoyed doing them. Vernon scoffed as he plopped on the couch chores weren't to enjoy they were for punishment! To set freaks like him straight.

The front door opened and he could hear his wife's voice. "Go on Dudley- kens." Then loud stomping and booming laughter as Dudley teased the freak. His wife greeted him then went to the kitchen were the boy was.

"Freak… go... get the heck out of here!" Petunia bellowed, pointing towards exist. Vernon could hear her speak again, but this time it was in a loving manner, "Oh Dudley-ken's not you just the freak. Why don't you go get you father?"

Dudley beamed and it wasn't long before he was in the living room area sitting on the couch with a huge grin. "Is dinner ready son?" Vernon asked ruffling his son's hair. Vernon nodded and got up muttering about freaks and how they needed to be kept on a tight leash. He marched upstairs and yanked open the door; "Freak… don't come out for the rest of the night, understood?" He growled out.

The boy just nodded with a smile, but didn't answer and Vernon slammed the door and locked the locks. The boy could hear his uncle's enormous feet stomping on the stairs and smiled in amusement. His uncle could be mistaken for a hippo not a whale if they- anyone bothered to listen that is, the boy closed his eyes focusing as he could feel it….feel the chakra pass through his body and when he opened them there was a tingling soft sensation.

He closed his eyes once more in a meditation state and his vision was of happy times serving, devoting his life to his master, his precious person. A tear fell from down his face and he uttered these words, words that he vowed to continue to fulfill...

"I am your tool …. You do with me as you see fit."

He smiled pleasantly yes, he knew who he was and his status as a tool and he would need his strength back as…Haku.

In another world or in the wizarding world a young man could hear a soft voice. "I'm your tool, your weapon. You may use me as you see fit." With the voice the young man could see an image of raven black locks and a smiling face. He seen this plenty of times and every time tears would fall.

"Don't worry Haku I'm coming." Would be his quick response and right after that he would disappear to train in what others would call muggle arts in a secluded area. He hated what's he done and now he would fix all of it once he had the boy he claimed as his tool, but before he could do that he needed to reclaim his powers; his memory of how to restore those powers and status as…..Zabuza Momoichi.

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