Disclaimer: still don't own Harry Potter.

AN: This won't be rated M because of sexual scenes, but because of the gore.

Eleven years and seven months and a half later

Nelo sat on his bed staring at his wall sadly with his milky eyes.

Though he was blind, he could smell the colors of things and therefore could imagine what they looked like.

That would have seemed strange to him if he were human.

The wall had several cracks in it, the biggest one starting from the floor and going all the way up to the ceiling.

The green paint was flaking off the walls.

A roach ran across the old wooden floor.

No doubt Sofia's room would be filled with presents right about now, along with countless party guests.

"It's not every day a girl turns six years old!", their parents had said.

In Nelo's view you could take that in two ways.

True, one specific girl didn't turn six every day, but countless of other little girls did.

So, technically every day a girl turns six years old.

But his parents couldn't see that.

They couldn't see past her blue eyes, her curly blonde hair, or her countless freckles.

Sofia was everything to them, and yet, as his name said, Nelo was nothing.

Every year Sofia had a great party for her birthday, surrounded by friends and family members, while Nelo had no party, and no one besides his parents and little sister knew he even existed.

For most people 'No one knows I exist' is a figure of speech, but for Nelo, it was not.

His parents had made sure to keep his existence hidden, and when his grandparents had asked what had happened to their first child, they had said he had died before even being born.

His room was always locked and his parents had a priest bless the room once a week, whom they paid loads of money to keep his mouth shut.

What they didn't know was that he didn't back away from the priest because of holy water or crosses, but because he didn't want to hurt the priest.

He could smell and hear the priest's blood before he entered the room, so Nelo tried to put as much space in between them to try to keep himself under control.

The priest himself was only older than Nelo by twelve years.

Nelo knee the priest was terrified of him because he could smell his fear, and the stench of it was overwhelming.

Much to his disgust, sometimes the scent excited Nelo.

Nelo's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door.

"Bubba, let me in!", shouted his little sister.

Nelo wrapped a blue scarf around his mouth and nose to help block out her scent so he wouldn't lose control, as was routine when his little sister came knocking.

Nelo opened the door and let his sister in.

As far as his parents knew, he couldn't leave because of the blessings the priest put on the room and because of the countless crosses decorating the walls and the door.

He used their lack of knowledge to sneak out and go hunting, and also to let in his little sister.

If his parents knew that Sofia visited him, they would freak.

Cautiously, he opened the door.

"Be more quiet next time Sofi, mom and dad can't know you come here, remember?", Nelo said quietly.

"Yeah, I remember now Bubba. Guess what I got for my birthday! I got a Hasbro Inchworm, a Doctor's and nurse's kit, a Mrs. Beasley Talking doll and-"

Nelo couldn't take any more of it.

"Get out!", he screeched.

Sofia looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

She sniffled.

"I'm telling on you!", she hollered, and ran out the door and down the hallway.

Nelo sighed.

His parents would be horrified that their precious baby had went into the monster's den, as they called his room.

But there was nothing he could do to stop her, because her guests hadn't left yet, so he would be seen, and the curious little kids would ask Sofia's mom and dad about the older boy in the house.

Then they would make a scene with a bunch of crosses and force him back into his room.

Worse yet, they would make sure that Sofia could never get in there again.

Sure, he was jealous of his sister, but he still loved her, and didn't know what he would do if he couldn't see her any more.

If his parents ever figured out that the crosses didn't keep him in his room, then they would try other things which potentially could affect him.

But in his heart he knew they would find out anyway because his sister was about to tell them.

Ringing his hands and feeling helpless, Nelo sighed and sat on the pile of clothes and blankets he had stolen that served as his bed.

What wouldn't he give to be like the Dursleys.

What wouldn't he give to be normal.