Hey guys! Sorry it's been awhile! Here is another part to Element Mate!

Warnings on the first chapter! I will add more if there are more…. Stay away if you don't like M/M slush or if you are a youngster! 17+

All mistakes are mine mine and mine! J.K Rowling owns all characters, I just took them out to play

Chapter 1

(11th birthday for Harrison)

"Boy! Wake up this instant!" was the first thing I heard then loud pounding on my door. I sat up feeling dizzy from the lack of food, then called back "I'm up." The knocking stopped and footsteps faded away. I yawned and stretched as much as I could in this almost too small cupboard. After a second I got up and changed into some old too big hand-me-downs from Dudley, my "cousin". Then went into the kitchen. "Uncle" Vernon and "Aunt" Petunia were sitting at the table talking quietly. I stood there, not sure what to do. "Boy, go make breakfast, don't burn anything or your punishment will be worst then last time." Uncle Vernon said dismissing me with his obese hand. I grimaced and nodded. As I walked by them I heard the word Magic. I tried not to pay mind, uncle got all crazy at the word of it, I still remember that one time when I was six when I was caught talking to a snake. I tried to explain that it talked to me first and then that it just happen. When Uncle Vernon came at me with the belt calling me a liar I had yelled back "no uncle it was magic!" That was one of the worst beatings I have ever gotten. I was out for two days, and then I couldn't go to school because I could not move for another week. Aunt Petunia called and said I had the flu, so no one said anything about the missed days. I was kind of thankful. I hated when people asked questions, I hated lying, and I just hated people. Sometimes when they made me too angry things happen… Sometimes it felt like someone was setting the room on fire, and others it would be so could my bones felt frozen. Lucky no one blamed that on me. No one knew. "Boy is my breakfast done?" uncle Vernon hissed angrily. I looked at what I was doing. In my hand was a plate full of eggs, toast, ham, bacon, pancakes, and fruit. I blinked my eyes in confusion. I couldn't have done this. I have been in the same spot for who knows how long.

"Yes uncle," I said and handed him his breakfast. How..? Sometimes I hated and loved when this happens. Hated it because I do not know where it came from but loved it because it saved me a beating.

"HEY FREAK! ISNT IT YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY! HAHAH YOU DON'T HAVE NO FRIENDS NO ONE CARES! GO DIE IN A WHOLE FREEEAK!" Came a loud booming voice behind me, making me jump up and scream. Dudley. Great. I glanced up and as soon as I did that I heard a loud pop before I felt the pain in my jaw. I wanted to cry and scream, but that never helped so I just looked blankly at him. I hated him. I hated the Dursleys. They are nothing but fat, rude, lazy, stupid, and bullies. Well except for aunt Petunia she was too skinny with a long neck a screeching voice, and the rest applied to her. After a minute of quietness the doorbell rang.

"Freak get the door!" Uncle glared at me. I signed and stood up slowly, if I moved to quickly I would be back on the floor due to the pain. As I made my way to the door Dudley stuck his foot out making me trip. The doorbell was rung again and I got up as fast I could, if I didn't answer it I would most likely be bleeding tonight. Once at the door I straiten and opened it. At first all I could see was a black. I looked up an met black cold eyes.

"Mr. Dursley?" the stranger opened his mouth and sneered. I shook my head, no. "Well would there be a Harrison Dursley here?" the stranger asked, his voice cold.

"Um sir, there is a Harrison but his last name is not Dursley, it Rumeo. Harrison Rumeo." I said to him. The man opened his mouth as to say something then all of the sudden he pulled something out. He stared blankly at it.

"Well I am looking for Harrison Rumeo, may I speak to him?" the man sneered his lip curling into a look of disgust. I nodded.

"Yes sir, I am Harrison Rumeo." I replied. The man looked me up and down then glared at me.

"Mr. Rumeo, may I come in so we can speak more privately?" he asked. I shook my head, if I let him in… ouch. No I would not let him in.

"No sir, what do you have to say to me?" I asked him sneering at him. He glared at me with hatred. I wondered briefly what I did to him or what died up his buttocks.

"Okay Mr. Rumeo, you are a wizard and you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry." He said and smirked expecting me to be surprised. I wasn't. When I was younger a strange creature would appear and take care of me. It told me who I was and what I was. It told me about Hogwarts and so many things. Too bad after the age eight, the creature disappeared, I mean I still got books and things from it I think. Besides telling me things the creature thought me to read, write, speak, and magic. It sent me books and stories and candy. I don't know why, but it did.

"Mr. Rumeo!" the man shouted, I looked at him in confusion. He glared at me. "Do you accept?" he asked. I nodded my head in excitement.

"Yes sir!" I said smiling for the first times in I don't know how long.

"So you accept the fact you are a moron and that you did not hear a word I said so when we go to Hogwarts you will spend the first day of your schooling in detention with me?" he asked. I looked at him wide eyes. Oh no. what was I thinking? I shook my head and looked down.

"Please no." I whispered. Hiding my face farther behind my long black hair. Suddenly I head a chuckle.

"Don't worry kid, I was just teasing. You should have seen your face!" The stranger sneered, but not so coldly. "Now Mr. Rumeo, would you care to explain the huge bruise on your face and neck? And why in the world you are wearing a long sleeved shirt five times too big for you?" the man asked. I looked at him. I couldn't tell. Uncle would kill me.

"I slipped, and I like big shirts, I get cold easy." I replied looking down. My voice almost trembled. Why I don't know? Normally my voice is steady and I can lie, but with this stranger staring down at me with a look I have never seen before made me want to spill my guts to him.

"Okay Mr. Rumeo, come I wish to speak to your family so I can take you with me." I looked at him shocked. Take me with him? "Yes Mr. Rumeo, we do not allow magical children to be treated like this, you will never have to come back." I could only imagine the expression my face. Did I dare to hope?

NOTE!

Okay I know I don't usually give notes but this is important. I know a lot has been left unsaid and that you are most likely confused, but everything is going to be good! I really hope you like it! Yes that was Snape and yes he is friendly lol! Everything will be explained more as the story goes on!