Sup, everyone? I thought I should introduce myself since this my first fanfic. My name's Kitana Raine or Kita for short. Like I said before, this is my first fic so if it sucks I'm majorly sorry for wasting your time. I'm still only in high school so my grammar may not be the best, but at least I'm trying. Anyway, if at least five people like this, I'll continue. Well I guess I'll give the summary, and let you be on your way. Sayonnara!!

Summary: 17 year old Harry Potter has seen the worst of mankind. From the horror of watching his parents being murdered to the rape cases his new foster parents must endure everyday. He has a pretty hectic life, but he's actually gotten used to it. With the villian who destroyed his life behind bars, he seems to be living a pretty normal one now. But, like usual, his parents have a new case. But what happens when Harry meets the new victim, and gets pulled into something he should have stayed FAR away from? (Set in an AU; Crossover with Law and Order SVU)

New Addition!?

Harry sighed as he took another look at his watch. Two hours had passed since he had gotten there from school and still no sign of his parents. Where the heck could they be!? He knew they were probably on a case but dang! He dropped his head onto the surface of his father's cluttered desk only to wish he hadn't when his head collided with the corner of his dad's laptop.

"Ow! Shit that hurt!" Harry cursed. Stupid mess. His father seriously needed to straighten it up.

Just then, a loud bang rang through the SVU precinct, and poor Harry found his heart beating faster than it was supposed to. His mother rushed over to him, pulled him into a huge hug, and muttered a faint "Thank goodness you're safe" in his black, messy hair. Harry gave his father a quizzical look, but his father only shook his head. Harry realized immediately that it must be the case she was working on. Everytime his mother worked on a case concerning children, she always reacted like this. Harry patted her back gently.

"It's ok, Mom. I'm fine. Really. Sorry I worried you," Harry smiled up at her as he backed away, "I'm all here. Every single limb...Ok. Maybe except for my brain, but I lost that long before you found me."

"Olivia, sweetheart, calm down. He's fine," Harry's father, otherwise known as Elliot Stabler, consoled his wife lovingly.

Olivia Stabler nodded gently, and followed her husband over to a vending machine.

Harry walked up to his best friend at the precinct, John Munch, who had just walked in.

"Hey, squirt," Munch called as soon as Harry came into view.

It was normal for Harry to be at the precinct every afternoon. He loved helping out, and Munch seemed to be his favorite detective. Probably because he seemed to be the only one to tell him about a case. His parents didn't disapprove. They just were too afraid to tell him themselves.

"What's up, Munch!?" Harry smiled up at him, receiving a ruffling of his hair. Fin Tutuola attacked him from behind with a nuggie.

"Hey! No fair!! You cheated!!!" Harry laughed as he struggled against Fin's arm around his shoulders. After a few moments, Fin let him go, dropping him into his mother's desk chair.

Harry slid down in the comfortable chair. It smelled of his mother, and he found himself very relaxed. He looked around her desk and smiled at the portrait that sat on the right hand corner. It was of the SVU picnic held to welcome Harry into Olivia and Elliot's small family. The three of them sat around a huge cake: Harry inbetween his two new parents. That picture had been taken almost nine years ago, and three days after his adoption had been made final. Yes, Harry Potter was an orphan, but he had a new family now.

"Sweetheart, you ok?"

Harry jumped slightly at the intrusion of his thoughts, but smiled up at his mother when he realized it was only her. She ran her fingers through his messy hair as she smiled down at the picture.

"I'll never forget that day when we signed your papers. I thought I was on top of the world. I was so happy and still am...but, baby, don't you believe that our family's a tad small?" She sighed the last part with a "hint hint" type of tone.

Harry knew what his mother was getting at. He had heard the same tone in her voice nine years ago when she had been talking to Elliot about leaving "a poor innocent child out in the rain." He sighed.

"Mum?" Harry heardly ever used his English accent, but he was serious and knew that it was the only way to get his answers, "Mum, what are you getting at?"

"Nothing," she lied, "I was just thinking that maybe we could find you a little brother."

She scrambled through her purse before pulling out her wallet. She clicked it open and pulled a small photo from its contents. She handed it to Harry.

"What do think? His name's Draco Malfoy. He's one year younger than you, and you both seem to have lots in common,"

Harry stared at the picture of the blonde haired boy. In the picture he was pale and small, a bit to small. Silver eyes penetrated Harry's own emerald gaze. He looked up at his mom with a sigh.

"And let me guess, he's your new case..."

Olivia nodded solemnly, "His parents were murdered before his own eyes. The person who killed his parents, raped and beat him. Harry, he's just like you: lost, afraid, and alone."

And indeed he was. That was exactly what happened to Harry all those years ago. He was lucky to have met Olivia and Elliot that day. Why should he keep this boy from a life? He had always wanted a brother so why not? He looked away from the picture and up into his mother's eyes.

"Of course he'll come live with us for a little while..."

"Ok," Harry cut her off, "When's he coming?"

Olivia threw her arms around her son, planting a huge kiss on his cheek, "Tonight!"

Harry: WHAT THE HELL IS MY MOTHER THINKING!?

Me: Oh get over it!

Draco: I can't wait till I get to take Potter's parents away...smirk

Harry: You little very many bad words

Me: 0.0

Draco: hurls himself at Potter and begins throwing punches

Me: Someone please help throbbing forehead Review please. It would be greatly appreciated.