He ran, he didn't know where he was headed to he just ran. He had just turned 11 and he over heard his aunt and uncle talk about what had happened to his parents.

*Flashback*

He was awake in his cupboard counting the seconds to his birthday as he usually does every year when he heard them. His uncle was drunk as usual and his aunt was keeping him company like the good normal wife that she was.

"That deal you made all those years back brought us that freak, he is your fault." His uncle slurred already drunk. "That little boy/girl freak should have died with his damn parents. Should have drowned him when we had the chance."

"How would I know that when I made a deal to curse my sister that both her husband and her would die and leave their freak baby for me to raise!" She huffed, neither of them knew of the panicking and depressed innocent child that heard them.

"Well I won't have it!" The chair groaned as the heavy man stood up. "I'm going to get rid of that burden once and for all!" His heavy foot steps was load as he stumbled toward Harry's cupboard, as soon as he opened the door Harry was ready. He maneuvered under Vernon's arm and ran to the door and out. Not once did he look back.

*End flashback.*

He panted as he leaned against the dirty ally wall. Tears filled his eyes, he shouldn't be surprised by what his supposed aunt did after all he lived under their tender love and care since he was two months old. But he was and he was barely holding it together. Where will he go now? What will he do? A sudden noise to his left alerted him to a man slowly moving closer to him. He was about to run when the man moved faster than a normal human could and pinned him to the wall he was leaning against. "What do we have here?" The strange man purred moving closer.

"You smell delicious little boy." Harry froze when the man proceeded to sniff along his neck.

Harry whimpered and started to struggle, he was about to scream for help when the strange man was pulled away from him and blood splattered all over his face. He stood as still as a statue when his rescuer whipped his machete against his jeans to clean the blood and moved closer to him making him flinch away.

"Easy there," The man spoke softly and hid the machete in a holster under his coat. "I'm not going to do you any harm child." The man raised his hands in front of him to show that he didn't have any weapons. As he moved closer the clearer his looks became to Harry. He was a very tall man about 6'2" blue eyes and blond hair was cut close on both sides but taller in the middle, with a five o'clock shadow. He locked to be in his mid-thirties and was wearing jeans and a black shirt with a leather jacket on top.

"My name is Bryant. What's yours?" He asked as he started to check Harry over for any injuries.

"Harry." He murmured when the man was done with his check.

"What are you doing here in the dark Harry? Where's your family?" Bryant asked and he was heartbroken when the boy sniffed and started to sob. He listened to everything that happened to the boy so far but he had to stop him when Harry talked about how his aunt had made a deal for his parents to die.

"How old are you Harry?" He asked urgently, he pulled him slightly back from himself.

"I'm eleven, today is my birthday." He sniffed and rubbed his tiny fists to clear his eyes.

"How long have you lived with your aunt and uncle?" Harry quickly answered with two months as he saw the urgency in the rugged mans face.

Bryant groaned as his suspicions became correct, the harpy was a witch. Now he had to get rid of a demon. He gave a suffering sigh and looked down at the messy head of hair and big wet green eyes and he succumbed to the little boys innocence.

"Well I guess you can come with me dove." He informed the boy before lifting him in his arms and moving to where he parked his car. He had a demon to deal with.

*Three years later.*

Harry sighed as he looked down at the book Bry gave him to read on Greek lore. Today was his birthday and it already sucked. As soon as he woke up, he felt like hell. His stomach felt like it was being ripped apart and he just wanted to lay in bed and suffer in peace. Bryant disagreed and threw the book he was currently reading at him and went to meet a contact of his, that was three hours ago. He groaned as another jolt of pain came from his stomach, he didn't remember eating anything bad. Just as he was going to the bathroom and have a soak to see if the pain would lessen Bry opened the door and swaggered in as usual, and Harry wanted to choke him as usual.

"Don't you look bitchy." The blonde said as he noticed the glaring green eyes, he sat next to him and put his legs on the younger's lap. Harry huffed and shoved his legs off then got up and went to have a little soak.

"Where are you going?" Bryant asked as he comfortably lay on Harry's bed. Harry rolled his eyed and pointed to the only other door besides the door out to him. "Like I said bitchy." He was flipped off before the bathroom door slammed.

Harry locked the door behind him and went to fill the tub, when the water reached the temperature he liked he plugged it and started to undress. He removed his shirt and undershirt and looked at his upper chest in the mirror. He sighed when he noticed that his what used to be flat chest started to swell as he grew older. He now had about a small B-cup breasts, he huffed when he remembered that conversation with Bryant a year and a half ago. He went back to undressing when he finally reached his underpants he froze, eyes going wide as he noticed the red stain on his underwear. Shit! Bry is not going to like this. He thought panicking slightly. He quickly wrapped a towel around his body and hurried out the bathroom.

"Woah, woah!" Bryant returned his gun to its place on his waist and covered his eyes. "What did I say about only walking around it a towel?!"

"Whatever," Harry rolled his eyes at the mans antics. "You're not going to like this but.." He fidgeted with his towel and looked down.

"But..?" He prompted crossing his hands against his chest.

"I just had my period." Harry mentally counted, 5.

"WHAT?!" Bryant shouted slightly high-pitched, yeah Harry will remember that later.

"Are you dense?" A delicate dark brow rose. "I said I just had My Period so I need some pads. You will be getting them. Obviously." He said slowly almost mockingly.

"Well obviously." Bryant replied breathlessly. "I think I need to sit down for a minute." He sat back on the bed while Harry rolled his eyes.

"Are you done being a sissy? Cause I still need those pads." Harry crossed his arms and started to tap his foot waiting.

"I guess you have an excuse for being extra bitchy today." The blonde chuckled still a bit pale, but he did manage to get up and move to the door.

"Asshole!" Harry shouted after him. "Don't forget the bras and panties while your at it."

Bryant turned around and looked at the teen horrified.

"Don't be a prude, I'm sure you've seen those before." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, to a girl I'm going to sleeping with not my child!" That got him a smile from the teen.

"Just go and please hurry." He huffed but went to get the requested items anyways. This was going to be awkward, he thought. Leaving an amused teen behind.