(AN: This story is not for people looking for a happy story it's meant to be weird and uncomfortable. If that's not your thing jump ship now if it is well hope you enjoy. IanRamos22)

The Child of Ravenous Hunger

Part I:The beginnings

"He's not normal, he hasn't preformed any magic! He doesn't even eat or talk!" Yelled James

"He's just a late bloomer is all!" Lily fires back immediately

Both parents stared at the boy in question. Pale, icy green eyes stared at the toys in front of him not moving, not smiling just staring. This ominous little boy was Harry James Potter. The in question grew as time went on, however much to his parents chagrin he still wouldn't talk, eat, or preform magic. Albus Dumbledore and several medical experts preformed tests on the small boy, but could not explain the impossibility. The world surrounding young Harry changed for the darker. A prophecy was foretold and two families went into hiding.

The beginning of the Pangs

"No not my baby take me, just spare my baby! Screamed Lily

"Avada Kedavra." Lord Voldemort intoned

The sickly green light sped forth and hit the woman. Deathly quiet settled around the room. Voldemort turned and stared at the toddler. The boy stared back, eyes unblinking. Voldemort began the curse when the boy opened his mouth.

"Hsssshaaashshsssssssssssss (Pretty Light.)" the toddler babbled out

Time seemed to slow as the curse connected with his forehead. The curse sunk into his scalp then returned to the caster. In the blink of an eye Harry was alone staring at the pile of ash. The green eyes blinked slowly, he watched as a brown rat scurried away with the dark man's wand. The boy felt something he had never felt before, hunger. With a pout he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Surrey, Private Drive

House number 4

Age-5

"He was eating my darlings toys!" Cried Petunia

"Well throw the brat into the cupboard!" Roared Vernon back

The little toddler hit the back of the closet then fell to the floor. He glanced at the door and then proceeded to look at his new surroundings. Bugs, moths, spiders, and some...blood. He glanced down at his arm, blood was steadily leaking out of his arm? No, there was a white stick poking out of his arm. The pangs hit him again and he with his good hand grabbed a handful of spiders and shoved them into his mouth. He then proceeded to munch down on them while staring at his bone sticking out of his arm. Then a dark thought struck him. The more he thought about it the less he decided he shouldn't try it. Dipping more spiders into the red liquid he munched down on it, the taste was real it was pure he proceeded to then enjoy his meal. Suddenly the door was wrenched open and light flooded the space! There was screaming and cursing the child found himself bundled up and thrown into an,...car? The car then took him to a place with people in white. There was screaming and more shouts of curses. His eyes found a new object it was in a cup. The boy smiled that meant it was to be drunk he reached over and into the cabinet and pulled out the cup. It smelled funny, but was clear. He began to drink about to gulps in the cup was smacked from his hands.

"Are you out of your bloody mind FREAK?! That's peroxide!" Bellowed Vernon as he began to slapping the boy.

The people in white grabbed Vernon while a female in white picked up Harry. She carried him out of the room and down the haul.

"There, there. It's ok you're just hungry let Lucy help you." Murmured the nurse.

As Lucy looked into the boys eyes she was so mesmerized she nearly missed the sound that came from his mouth.

"LLLUUUUSSssssEEEEE" the boy hissed slowly

"Yes! Yes! Yes that's it! Doctors come quickly He can talk!" Squealed nurse Lucy as she bounced the baby boy in her arms

As everyone started talking at ounce the Dursley's stared at Harry's blank expression.

"Why?!" Quivered Petunia

The little boy didn't say anything he just looked at the nurse that held him and inhaled deeply. Magic!

Sheffield, UK

A tiny cottage in a small village

Age-8

The people whispered, they stared, and pointed. She was the single mother that took care of the shy boy with the lisp. At least that's what the grown ups said and did. The children had a different description of the Taylors, Scary. It had been small things at first the rat and mouse problems stopped, people thought others were putting up traps. Then squirrels, hedgehogs, and small birds started to disappear. The people started to whisper, and the mother Taylor, heard them and the disappearances stopped. That made the whispers increase tenfold. Now there is a curfew for all pets and children. The people whispered, but would never outright accuse the young woman. The boy well he was a charming, shy little darling with glass green emerald eyes.

The Taylor Residentance

"Gentle, gentle dear mummy can only give you so much." Crooned Lucy Taylor

At first she thought it was blood he craved, but no it was magic. Little Harry ate magic. It was something she had never heard of at her time at Durmstrang. Sure there was magical artifacts and animals that could do this. Harry however was different he didn't just eat magic it was the beings body as well. Lucy was a witch and a damn good one at that, but she was also muggleborn. As little Harry described the taste it was like feasting on a freshly plucked apple. He only feasted on her magic just by being near here the closer he was the more he ate. He only adapted the eating of flesh when he was left with out magic. It would starve him and then he would become feral. Lucy however was very pretty looking, and Harry wasn't allowed to feast on her he cared for her. And at first he would hunt, then when that attracted to much attention Lucy came with a solution. In the basement of the house was a room. In the room was a vanishing closet. It was if Lucy's own design the other half was connected to the London Hospital Emergency room morgue. The bodies of the deceased would be rolled into the furnace. The door would closed a glamour would activate and the staff member would see the body burn. When in reality Harry was waiting fork and knife ready to feast. Lucy would grab a small project she was working on and then would sit at a small table while Harry would eat. At first Harry would tear into the flesh and maul the body like a predator. After the years went by he became more choosy and would pick his favorite parts to start with. Currently that's were they were and Lucy glanced down at Harry carefully cutting meat off the tibia.

"It's still amuses me that the muggles think you lisp." Chuckled Lucy

Harry glanced at her, but didn't say a word.

"When I first sensed you I knew you were magical, but I never would have guessed you only could hear and speak "parsletongue!" Murmured Lucy as she rubbed his flowing hair. It was past his shoulders but it was such a nice sheen she couldn't cut it.

"Imagine that all you could do was read lips and not know what the words meant." She Murmured as she stared at him

"Issss eassssyyy wiisss paccctiiiissss. ttthhottttsss cooommm sssssttttaaannnnndddsssss.( it's easy to with practice. Thoughts become understandable.)" hissed Harry

He then proceeded to suck marrow out of the set of vertebrae in quick sucks. Wiping his mouth he cleared his throught.

"Mmmsssoottthhhessssss ttteeellssss mmmesssss bbbbouuuusssss mmmaagggiiisss.(mother tell me about magic) Harry said in his quiet voice

"When I was working at the hospital we received an alert about possible child abuse. As I got closer to the room I realized it was my magic calling to me. When I first saw you stunted, malnourished, bloody my heart went out to you. When the evil man yelled that he didn't want you I knew I had to do something. I took you in my arms and you were mine. I adopted you in the eyes of Bulgaria's ministry as well as their muggle government. Why we live here rather than my home country is because I wanted you to have some memories of the country of your birth. However, when you turn ten we will return to my country and you will attend Durmstrang were they will not judge your, unique appetite." Lucy's voice was warm as she reguarded her son in all but blood.

Harry didn't say a word, but raised a kidney on his fork in salute.

4 Private Drive

Surrey, UK

Age-11

Dumbledore

Albus was in high spirits, finally his plans for the greater good would begin. He had just sent Hagrid to fetch Harry and promptly push Harry down his path. Just then the floo network activated and the giant stumbled out.

"Dumbledore Sir! Harry's not With Them Muggles!" Shouted Hagrid before dissolving into tears.

Albus blinked looked down at the lemon drops he had been snacking on. Could these really be affecting him?! He could have sworn that Hagrid just said the boy was missing. No no. No no no that couldn't be right he thought, still he had better check.

"Come again Hagrid?" With a subtle jolt of legitimacy he saw Hagrid's interaction with the Dursleys.

He eased back into his chair, as Hagrid wailed, and began to plan his next move. He obviously needed someone who knew the muggle area well. That obviously ruled out most of the usual people. He steepled his fingers as he thought about the problem at hand.

Durmstrang School of Magic

Bulgarian, Mountainside

"Welcome returning students and teachers I Headmaster Karkaroff have excellent news for you. We have received a transfer student from the UK. He is the celebrity Harry Potter defeater of the dark Lord!" Boomed the thin tall man at the head of the Hall

The students and teachers pounded on the tables and stomped their boots. They knew what this moment would look like from the other countries. The fact that Harry Potter had chosen to go to another school rather than Hogwarts was the biggest snub in recent history. They all looked as the boy in question entered the hall. As he entered the chill in the Hall dropped. Everyone was no longer applauding instead the Hall was silent as the boy sat at an open chair. The obviously not noticing the difference in the Hall Karkaroff soldiered on.

"Yes, yes we do expect great things from Mr. Potter. However, he looked at them, do not let that put down the rest of you. Strive to show the rest of the world why Durmstrang is the best school in the world!" Karkaroff finished by raising his hands.

Silence continued throughout the Hall.

(AN: Now I know this is different from what I've down before, but I've been having some family issues. And the best way to get out some of those dark feelings is by writing. Anyway let me know if I should write Part II.)