This is my first fanfiction ever! I've not even written one for the hell of it. I'm doing this with the encouragement of my best friend, lovebitesandromance, who is also my beta… Enjoy ^^

WARNING! Slash! This is going to be slash.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be writing on here, but none the less, in my best interest I state, I do not own Harry Potter.

Thoughts

Regular Speech

A Hybrid's Fate

Prologue:

Minister of magic, Rupert Blackmon, stood outside of Number 4, Privet Drive with a bundle cradled in his arms, wrapped in a light blue blanket. The baby had ebony black hair that brushed gently again his forehead. Flawless, pale skin that had a slight silver glow, an angelic face, with a small nose, and wide, almond shaped eyes: they were a beautiful emerald green that seemed to change colors when the light would hit them in a certain way.

Looking down Rupert noticed the child was staring back at him with a serene, knowing look in his eyes and it unnerved him, more than it should have. It's like he knows what is about to happen… what I'm about to do, thought the minister to himself.

He felt a pang of guilt shoot through him at the realization that he was separating this small boy from his mother. Questions of whether this was the right thing to do, or not, rushed through his mind, causing him to start second guessing his plans, but he quickly pushed his doubts to the back of his mind… "This is for the best, it is the right thing to do, you'll grow up like a normal child, with a loving 'normal' family and when you are old enough you will go to a school for magical children. I'm saving you from… I'm saving you, really I am." The minister mumbled to the child and to himself in an effort to regain his former certainty, it was too late to turn back, trying to bring the child back to his mother would be nothing more than a suicidal act of amends.

Never considering that perhaps, leaving this child here, would be the worst mistakes he would ever make. He set the child on the door step, with a letter, noting the child's first name, his age, reason for being there, and what he was to be portrayed as to the public, in relation to the family. Then walked away, quietly repeating to his self "It's for the best, it's for the best…."

Chapter 1: Meeting Alanna

A gust of cold wind blew past a small boy, making him shiver and his shoulder length, black hair follow the course of the wind. He was slightly smaller and shorter than the average boy of 6, going on 7, years of age and didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him, making it even more difficult for him to endure the chilly weather.

It was late fall, but he was outside in shorts and an old torn shirt, working on a dying garden. He wasn't sure how long he'd been outside, having lost track of time after about two hours, but he knew he was cold and wanted to go inside. He groaned in pain and clutched his stomach as it cramped from lack of food. He was apparently hungry, too.

"Harry! Get in here RIGHT! NOW! " He heard his aunt screech at him from the front door of the house. "What do you think you're doing out in the garden on a cold day like this and with so little clothing on, too." Frowning in confusion, Harry then noticed a woman at the door, looking down at him with a kind smile. She looked to be about 28 years old and was around 5"5. She had waist length black hair and dark green eyes with flecks of silver in them. Her nose was small and straight, she had coral pink lips, and her skin was a creamy pale white and had a silvery glow. All, in all, she was very beautiful and had an almost ethereal air to her.

Ah, so that's why… Harry realized.

"Little boys shouldn't be outside on days like this, may catch cold," said the strange, but pretty woman. Harry gave a small nod, but looked at her suspiciously… Why is she so concerned about me? Harry thought to himself. He knew he shouldn't be outside, but he didn't know why she seemed worried about it.

Looking away from the strange woman and to his aunt, he saw a scowl on his aunt's face, and repressed a scowl of his own. She's just angry that she wouldn't have her garden worked the rest of the day, if she wants to salvage her 'perfect' image…but he doubted even that would work. It shined a negative light on her regardless of who she blames it on because she was his guardian and he was her responsibility. Saying that she didn't know he was outside would make her look like an incompetent caretaker.

"Get in this house now, young man. I can't believe you would do something like this, again. Yeah, I can't believe I would do something like this again either… Harry thought in annoyance. "How irresponsible can you be?" Harry's thoughts changed to scathing… Oh, yes, it's entirely my fault; I just love going outside on a cold day simply to embarrass you… oh and let's not forget, you put me out there, but that's entirely irrelevant I suppose. "Now, go! I don't want to see you until dinner time." I agree, seeing as to how I don't particularly like to be in your presence in general. Let alone if I don't have to. The silence is simply blissful when I'm away from your ear grating voice. Contrary to his thought, Harry had a reprimanded look on his face.

With that order from his aunt, he nodded quickly went inside. No questions asked, no inside thoughts spoken, just heartfelt thanks, that he could, finally, come inside and get out of the cold. And perhaps he would sneak into the kitchen for a small snack.

His aunt looked at the woman, whose name they had yet to learn, apologetically, "I'm so sorry about him, he's a little 'off' if you know what I mean" The woman sent Petunia a quick glare, but she missed it, still ranting about her troublesome ''nephew. "I just don't know what to do sometimes, one can only take so much strangeness… " Nodding every once in a while, while listening to Petunia's harangue, she waited until she could speak. When Petunia paused to take a breath the woman, took advantage of the moment, quickly cut in "I understand completely " she said with a strained smile, feeling sick to her stomach, at hearing the woman talk about a child that way, though Petunia seemed completely oblivious to the lack of sincerity behind that statement and smiled back at her. Continuing on, the woman introduced herself "I'm Alanna Valiane, I just moved here and I live right across the street, it's… nice to meet you."

A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter of my story! I hope you enjoyed it. Please review, I'd love to know what you think about the story.