I forgot do this before but, Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter people would live and others would die

I have been exploring the world for the past 27 years, and with only my twin sis Sarah as a snake. We arrived in England, a place called Surrey. I was wandering down a street called private drive when, at the house numbered 4, I saw a little boy pulling weeds from the garden. Now you wouldn't think much of it unless you looked closely. The kid seemed tired, and sunburned in many places. His clothes were WAY too big for him and showed dark spots on the kids shoulders. Now me being me and traveling around the world I have seen many cases of abuse. But this kid only seemed to be about 3 or 4. I turned on my magic vision (lame I know but another ability father gave me) and looked at the kid. He had a very big magical core-no surprise there I could feel the magic off him a mile away-and there were wards surrounding the property. Disgusted that the family that lived here would do such a thing to a magical child I went up to the door and knocked.

I heard noises from within-advanced senses where another gift-and the door opened. It showed a horse in human skin and a whale on land, at least in my opinion. The female looked me up and down and asked what I was doing there. I ask her about the little kid in the garden pulling weeds, and she dares to lie to me saying he is a bad child and is being punished. I took one look at the boy and asked if they wished to go anywhere that I would happily babysit him at my place. I had moved in just down the street and they seemed pleased with the offer. They told me that they were planning on going out with their son, Dudley, and asked if I could watch the boy in an hour.

I nod and ask them what his name is and if Dudley was his little or big brother. Now I'm not so stupid to think that the little boy is actually the son of the uglies, but I had to ask to find out what he was to them. They tell me that he is their nephew and his parents died in a drunk car crash. His full name is Hadrian, or Harry, Potter. I nod at them, saying goodbye, and head to my house.

When I get there I see Sarah curled up in a coil of scales in front of the window. ~Sarah wake up, there is something I must tell you and it's hilarious but sad at the same time.~

She looks up at me and hisses back, ~What would be so important that you had to wake me up from a glorious dream. It was the best I've ever had.~

I look at her and explain what just happened minutes ago. She looks at me like I'm crazy and stupid. I roll my eyes remembering just how much she didn't pay attention to the world.

~He is the boy who destroyed master! Remember the Dark Lord that we joined up with a few years ago and became part of his inner circle? We were his best and went a many missions that included killing? He would preach about killing all muggles? He had a giant-ass snake named Nagini? Do you remember any of this?~

She looks at me blankly and then with recognition. ~Oh yeah I remember him! We eventually got tired of him not having anybody to get rid of his frustration and loneliness so began looking for a friend or something. Though we haven't found the perfect one yet we will find him a friend at least by the time he gets his body back.~

Before I could saying anything else the doorbell rings. I look at the time and see its 7:00 so it should be the Dursleys. I tell Sarah to stay out of sight for now and open the door. The female is standing there with little Harry and the moment I open the door she is telling me what time they should be back and what he is not allowed to do. The whole time I'm just nodding my head and looking at Harry. Last time I didn't get a good look at his face but now I see aristocratic features and the messy black hair, 'definitely a Potter,' and big Avada Kedavra green eyes. Though they were sadly hidden behind thick ugly glasses. 'I'll have to find a way to get rid of those and soon.'

After another minute or two the horse was done talking and handed Harry over to me. She left as quickly as possible it seemed, and I turned and shut the door. I look down down at Harry and he is just looking around not saying a word. Thinking that it's a good time to eat and that I wanted to go out, I ask Harry what he would like for dinner. He looks up at me in surprise, his doe eyes getting even bigger at the question and I had to resist the urge to hug him to death.

He doesn't answer so I ask him again and he stutters out "I d-d-don't c-c-c-care m-m-mam." He seems to scared of my response so I start thinking and almost hit myself. The kid is Abused! Of course he's never been asked this. I tell him to go out to the car and get in. I can't help but think that I need to get the sweet little boy away from his relatives place, somehow.

I turn to Sarah and ask if she would like to come with and she happily agrees. She slides up around my shoulders and I walk out to the car. Harry is standing there looking lost and not knowing what to do. When he sees me his eyes take on a panicked look and his scent fills with fear. I smile kindly at him and tell him to get in the passengers seat in the front of the car. He looks surprised and seems about to ask something but then closes his mouth quickly and looks as though he is about to get punished. This just makes me more determined to keep him and get him away from those he calls blood relatives.

I drove to a restaurant that I owned, it's nothing too fancy. It's a family restaurant that lets people bring their pets to eat with them, but it's now so popular that reservations are needed for people to eat there. I walk up to the lady standing at the reservation booth and ask her for a table for two humans and a snake. She asks for reservations and I tell her my name. She looks surprised and a bit suspicious. She asks for some ID-I will have to give her a raise for this-,I show her my ID and she smiled happily and led us to a table.

During the whole thing Harry was looking around in amazement. The lady-Heather her name tag supplied-told us that she would be our waiter for the night. I smile and ask her for some water for all three of us. She nods and walks towards the kitchen. I turn back to Harry and he's looking shyly down at his feet-which are too small to reach the floor, he's just so cute!-I ask him what he would like to eat and if he's ever been to a restaurant. He doesn't even look up before mumbling something. When I ask for him to say it again he says "I've never been allowed to go with the Dursleys out before. They say bad boys and freaks shouldn't be allowed around normal people. Whenever they go out with Dudley they leave me with Mrs. Figg, the cat lady. But when they eat at home they have me cook and serve them. I just get some bread for dinner though." At this his eyes widen and he's quick to say more, "Not that I'm grateful or anything! They took me in when my drunk father and whore of a mother died in a car crash! They put a roof over my head, give me food, water, and clothes, and even a place to sleep! They took a freak like me into their perfectly normal home and took care of me!"

As he keeps talking I get angrier and angrier at the Dursleys. 'How dare they do this to him! A wizard, and a powerful one at that! They have no right those muggle scum!' Then the waitress comes back with some water and just as she's leaving Sarah, who's been silent this whole time, looks up and hisses ~Aren't those people those muggles that left Harry with you?~

I turn and see the Dursleys arguing with the new man at the reservations desk. The male ugly seems to be mad about not having a reservation but still not getting in. The waitress Heather had stopped to watch and I ask her if she had told the workers that I was here. She nods and says that all employees are aware of my presence. I nod and walk up to the Dursleys, Harry staying still and Sarah curling around him, protecting him.

I turn to the man, "Excuse me but what seems to be the problem here Mark?" He looks up shakily-a newbie then- and says, "They wish to dine here even though they don't have a reservation. The man just keeps yelling, saying that he is a manager for Grunnings and that he could get me fired unless I let him in." I nod and turn to the Dursleys. Petunia looks up and says in a gasp "Your the one taking care of the freak! What are you doing here!?" I look at her like she's stupid and say back, "Why I own this place Mrs. Dursley and so decided to take little Harry out to eat with me. It was not something you said he couldn't do so I decided to take him here, though maybe I should have gotten him new clothes first. The ones he is wearing are way too big for him and more fit for a cow or small whale. He also says that you have never taken him out before. Even my foster parents had taken me out by the age of four, and they hated me!"

Petunia looked embarrassed and angered. The male Dursley looked like a prune about to explode. He opens his fat mouth, about to say something, but before he can I call for security and tell them that the Dursley family of Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley are now banned from this restaurant. The head of security nods to me and is about to throw them out when I say one more thing. "Oh, and I will be adopting Harry later, we will be by tomorrow to pick up his things. I will also be talking to the Grunnings CEO about this to."

They look horrified as I smile at them and they are forced off the premises. I turn back, nod to Mark and walk back to my table, where Harry is sitting staring up at me with wide eyes and Sarah is laughing like crazy. "What?" I ask, seeing nothing shocking or funny. ~You just said *chuckle* that you would *giggle* adopt Harry! BWAHAHAHAHA! Death's soon to be grandson! HAHAHAHA!~

I stand there a second, processing this, then start nodding, and smiling. 'Definitely adopting him, that is if he says yes.' When I turn to Harry to ask he has this confused look on his face and hisses out ~Death's grandson? Are you Death's daughter then? And what do you mean adopt me? Are you really going to adopt me?~ I look at him, shocked at what he was doing, then, getting over my shock, say "Yes I am going to adopt you, but only if you say yes. Also the adoption will be special so that you become my true son in blood." He looks happy and excited suddenly, nodding his enthusiastically. I smile and sit down. "Now how about some dinner?" I ask. I mean I'll just freak out that he's a parselmouth later. He says yes please and I call the waitress over, asking for our meal. All three of us happy and excited.

_AN_

K sorry for taking so long, didn't know how to do this chapter. They will no longer be in journal form and will be switching POV when Harry gets older. But for now it will just be Kariya's POV. In my story Harry will grow up neutral, but it will have Dumbles and selective Weasley bashing.

He will be Voldies friend no matter what but I have a poll up to decide who Harry gets with.

Please review and tell me how it is. Flames are welcomed, but if they get to much or to cruel they will be used in Hell.

Also Kariya was born in 1841.