AN: Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews, follows and favorites! I was so excited and happy when I saw them. In my happiness I developed the plot more, and finally decided exactly where this was gonna go. This of course makes it so updates will happen much quicker than other authors usually do.

Also for the reviewer who mentioned Dudley, I am happy to say that it will be answered inside of this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it, and don't forget to review so I know if i'm doing something wrong.

Well on with the chapter!

~Parseltounge~

Spells

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Chapter 2: A Beacon of Hope Resides in the Darkness

Harry felt like he was being ripped open again and again.

The word stop rang throughout his head like a mantra, yet his prayers weren't heard.

The beast that was his uncle continued to thrust into him with vigor, and at the same time cut Harry's heart with all kinds of cruel words.

Freak.

Whore.

Good for nothing besides a good fuck.

Not to mention the one that hurt him the most, although he would never admit it.

Unwanted.

All his life people continually told him that he was unwanted.

At the age of two his Uncle cracked down and told him that his parents died in a car crash because they couldn't stand the thought of giving birth to him.

At the age of five during one of his numerous beatings, his Uncle screamed at him that his aunt and himself didn't want him.

It broke his heart all over again because he thought his aunt actually did want him. When she caught him crying she told him the truth about his parents, but it still hurt.

After all his parents were supposedly killed by the strongest dark lord of the century because of a prophecy.

It angered him in so many ways that he and his aunty were suffering so much because of a war that his parents stupidly participated in while they had a child!

No…he wasn't mad at the Dark Lord Voldemort at all. After all war is war.

It should only be suspected that they would be targeted because of this, but in his dreams Harry knew better.

The Dark Lord gave his parents a chance to live. He still remembered the words that would echo loudly in his brain from time to time. They were spoken by Lord Voldemort himself that night all those years ago.

"If you agree to step out of the war and become neutral I will arrange it so that you can live with your son. I don't believe in prophecies anyway." Those words continually ran through his head, and inwardly he prayed that they would say yes.

That one word could have saved not only them, but also his aunty.

Harry didn't care about himself. It would have even been alright if it was only himself that endured this kind of treatment, but sadly it just wasn't meant to be.

His parents stubbornly said no and tried to act heroic, yet in the end they died. At the same time damning his aunt and himself to a life filled with misery.

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, Harry tried to focus on another memory. He only did this to escape from the pain that his uncle was inflicting him, as he ruthlessly took him again and again.

This memory was about the first birthday he and Petunia celebrated together.

It was just after he was first raped, and Petunia while feeling guilty, decided that she wanted to do something for him.

Since his birthday was one week away she decided that they should celebrate together.

So on his birthday she took him to a muggle restaurant called McDonalds, and let him order whatever he want.

Since Harry had such a small appetite thanks to being starved most of the time, he only ordered a salad and a double cheeseburger. Petunia wanted to complain about his lack of food, but knew better than to nag him.

With this in mind, she kept quite and they ate their meals with small talk here and there.

Afterwards, they made their way around town, and Petunia began to buy him anything that caught his eye.

However since Harry was mostly selfless he only picked things that were cheap and pretty.

Petunia pouted because of this, and then suddenly perked up when she noticed something glinting in the distance.

With childish excitement, she pulled him towards a stand that sold jewelry.

He decided to look around while Petunia and the cashier talked, and was completely caught by surprise when something was dangled in front of his face.

With a fond smile, Harry recalled the words Petunia spoke as she handed him the item.

"Happy birthday Little One. It supposed to have protection properties on it, and I think it will look magnificent because it matches your eyes." She said proudly.

She had a grin that was as bright as the moon, and her eyes glinted with happiness. To Harry, his aunt looked prettier happy than she ever did when she was sad.

Taking his eyes off of his aunt, Harry instead examined the gift Petunia gave to him.

It was a lovely silver bracelet that had a snake intertwining with another snake on the pendant. On the back of the pendant was a small writing that said: Darkness and cunning will one day lead you to the other.

Looking back to his aunt, he was about to thank her when she cut him off.

"Also it's said that it chooses its owner, and only a powerful wizard can wear it." She whispered. Her tone was filled with awe and happiness as she continued to talk about the bracelet.

With a smile his aunt, pointed to the words on the pendant.

"Also it's said that it will help lead you to your soul mate. When you meet him…" At this she paused, and took out another bracelet that looked exactly the same as his from her purse.

"This will glow." She finished. Harry looked at her in astonishment and happiness.

It was his first gift, and he was so happy that she even went to a magical store to get it. He thanked her vigorously, and gave her a big hug that made her smile brightly.

Smiling from the memory, Harry noticed that his Uncle finally left him alone. Trying to get up from the floor, he scowled at the sticky wet feeling that came from in between his legs.

Slowly getting up, he held in his wince, and instead slowly made his way towards his cupboard.

Once a little comfortable inside of it, Harry knew he wouldn't be released for anything, or get any food, so he let his mind wander again.

Later when he asked his aunt how and what store did they get the bracelet from, she smirked at him before leaving with pep in her step.

Scowling, Harry asked again and again with no success. After awhile he had to stop asking because his Uncle came home from work.

To this day he still didn't find out from where they got that bracelet from, but he didn't pester her anymore.

Instead he treasured both bracelets, and kept an eye on the twin of his bracelet just in case it glowed.

It never did, and Harry couldn't help but be relieved. After all he didn't want a muggle soul mate.

The only soul mate he wanted was one that was either from the wizarding world, or someone with a creature inheritance.

He wanted a soul mate that could protect him and his aunty, while at the same time be calm and intelligent enough to take control over any situation or problem that might arise.

'Someone…like Lord Voldemort.' He thought. Harry decided that there was nothing wrong with hoping to be the soul mate of the one who killed his parents.

After all the man has to be kind, if he actually gave his parents the option of being neutral.

With these thoughts, Harry closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

In his dreams, questions about his soul mate where temporarily answered, only to be erased from his mind when he woke up again.

Unknown to Harry, he slept with his first completely genuine smile on his face, as he dreamt of the person he was destined to spend the rest of his life with.

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Upon awakening, the first thing Harry noticed was the humming that came from outside his cup board.

Leaving it in curiosity, he made his way to where the sound was coming from, only to see his aunt twirling back and forth while she made breakfast.

Her blond hair was done up into a bun, and her knee length dress was a deep purple. It was the kind of dress that showed not only innocent modesty, but also a darker side because of the blue skulls that littered it.

On top of the dress was a white sweater that was opened in the front, and revealed the high cut of her dress. While she wore no make up, her pale green eyes shined with happiness and youth.

It was a big change from the normally unstylish and sad house wife she usually played while Vernon was home.

When he once asked about why she dressed so differently, she said that Vernon forced her to change her style years before Harry was born. Vernon wanted everything to be perfectly normal, and wouldn't allow anything that was different from what he deemed as 'the norm.'

So, Petunia was forced to wear 'old lady' clothes as she so eloquently put it.

Smiling softly at his aunts happiness, Harry made his way towards her and hugged her when she put down a pan filled with bacon

Looking up slightly startled, Petunia smiled once she saw the nest of raven black hair her nephew sported.

Hugging him back, she pressed a kiss to his forehead and enjoyed one of the rare moments of peace that occurred in the Dursley household.

"Wanna help me set up the table?" She asked, pulling back from the hug to resume cooking.

With an enthusiastic nod, Harry gracefully rushed towards the cabinet that held the plates and glass's.

Getting them from the cabinet, Harry placed them on the table, and sat down as his aunt passed out the food.

Their meal was a mostly silent affair, and the two enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere that settled around them, and while washing the dishes, Harry decided to ask the question that was bugging him.

"Where's Vernon and Dudley?" He asked softly. Petunia stopped drying the dish in her hand, and looked outside worriedly.

"Vernon's at work and Dudley's at a friends house. I don't think he likes how Vernon treats us, but knows he can't do anything…" She trailed off, and Harry knew that she was worried that something was going to happen to her son., and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

After all Petunia's told him stories of what Vernon was like before he came, and Harry knew his aunt was in love with him. He felt bad for not only ruining that, but also endangering them.

Petunia, recognizing the guilty and ashamed look that was in his eyes, was quick to assure him that it was going to work out in the end.

"Harry…"She began when they finished cleaning the dishes.

Turning towards his Aunt, Harry waited in rapt attention.

"We're going to leave this house of horrors today, so go to your cupboard and get everything you consider important." At first Harry was confused, and then when it finally clicked in his mind, his lips twitched into a smile.

Nodding, he immediately dashed to his cup board and grabbed everything he owned, which in reality wasn't much.

Upon coming back to the living room, he found his Aunt waiting for him with a trunk in her hand.

A taxi was out front, and together they got inside. Harry looked back at the house once, and with one final silent goodbye to the house that held his worse memories, Harry and Petunia drove off, knowing that they would try to never set foot into that house of horrors again.

So with that, they went to Pierce's house to get Dudley, and together they all went to the Leaky Cauldron to start a new life.

A life without abuse and sadness. A life where they could finally be happy, and enjoy a more peaceful and better life.

AN: I am pleased to announce that I would like your help on an update schedule. Please pick three days out of the week, and i'll pick two of them and update every week on those days. Of course this doesn't include the surprise updates that I plan on doing every now and then. That's all for now. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review with your answers, so I know when to update.

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~Firediva0