Oceanbreeze7 here!

Pairings (Relationships): Not many if any. There may be slight LutainXNagini close to the end, do not expect any infatuation or love interest to be different from the books/movie.

Warnings: Some parts may be slightly graphic for young readers. I shall not be held responsible if writing is to strong or you do not feel comfortable to read. Viewer discretion is advised (I've always wanted to say that!) Some parts may have bad language, or blood. This is not intended for the weak hearted to read during Death Eater raids.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I however own the sole plot idea as well as a few creatures/characters such as Lutain and Skylar. I do not own the spells (even if you have not heard of them) They are the slightly altered word or combined words in the Latin language.


Harry hated parties. It was trivial matters of children behaving stupidly and arrogantly. Purebloods especially.

Daphne had been nice enough to have the party split into two different times, the children time, when all her friends came to celebrate, then the adult, when the ball was formally held.

And right now, Harry was trapped with the children.

Of course, there were older ones, a few cousins of hers or relatives that were not at the legal age yet.

It was around forty children, both friends of Daphne and her little sister Astoria who looked around smugly, trying to show off her slightly better looks as much as she could.

She even had the nerve to attempt to flirt Harry, then walk away with her blood boiling when he denied her without a second doubt.

Daphne watched this, it was rather funny for her not to laugh, after all, Harry was a lost cause for dating. None could get him to even try a date more or less get him to be their boyfriend.

"What's wrong Mr. Grumps?" Harry opened his eyes, not even aware that he had closed them, he looked at Daphne dryly, not pleased with his nickname.

"It's a party! You're supposed to enjoy yourself!" She scolded, Harry's eyes narrowed.

"I am satisfied inside a library more than I am at this…playground."

"Ah, bad childhood?" Daphne sympathized, easily catching the venom inside the one word he hissed.

Harry tensed and looked away, not really wanting to answer or confirm her suspicions. Daphne sighed, putting her chin on her knees as she drew them close.

"You know, the others are going to start playing Quiditch outside, come on, it'll be fun to watch- and this time, no bucking charms." She warned, eyes wary, a small smirk came to Harry's face as he reluctantly got to his feet.

Daphne practically dragged him out to the pitch, the other children laughing and boasting to one another as they climbed onto brooms they themselves brought or the spare Daphne had.

A game of Quiditch had started, and once more, Harry spotted the snitch before anyone else, it was amazing how the untrained eye was so oblivious to everything.

Daphne had been watching him, and she noticed the slight adjustment to his pupil, how they seemed to be focused on something, and following his line of sight, she saw nothing.

"You see the snitch?" She guessed, his tensed muscles were a dead give away to him, a smirk came to her face and she waved a few of the guys over, a boy named Randy jumped off of a broom, and much to Harry's displeasure and anger, he was forced on it.

"If I ever get a choice, brooms are the first to burn." Harry muttered to himself, allowing him to hover above the field, next to Draco, the other team's seeker.

"Why do ya' hate Quiditch? You're amazing on a broom!" Draco gasped, watching as Harry swung around while staying in the same spot to avoid a bludger.

'Because I gained the trait from the Potters' Harry's mind bitterly spat, but he couldn't say that, now could he?

"I find no reason for small sports such as Quiditch while many other things could be used in the time it takes."

Draco wrinkled his nose and Harry held back a scowl, snatching the snitch quickly and diving down, elegantly twisting to land next to Daphne, already tossing her the snitch which she caught in surprise.

"Mark my words, Greengrass, I hate Quiditch, and if you ever force me on a broom again, I'll make you wake up tied to the center of the Gryffindor table when school starts."

Daphne knew better than to just brush off that warning.

With a lump in her throat, she nodded. But no matter what she did, she, nor anybody on the field, could forget how good Harry was on a broom.

Harry could finally forget and relax as the adults walked in, and each of the kids put on their pureblood mask that they needed so much to even survive in this world.

A few women and men that hadn't heard of Harry(probably not having children to tell them about him) sneered at him and muttered a few things, implying rude comments.

A women screamed as her cocktail splashed upwards in her face.

Of course, none would actually suspect Harry, except for Theo and Draco that is. They had been watching him, and the slight twitch of his lips gave away the movement just before it happened.

And once again, they were shocked still by his control and power, jealousy washed over them for the briefest moments.

Daphne smiled and calmly carried on conversation with her uncle, who remarkably lived in Bulgaria before moving to Romania, northern Romania to be precise.

And she was still with surprise when her uncle asked her who Harry Shadis was.

"Pardon?" He had replied, surprised when Daphne assumed that he knew.

"No? My apologizes Uncle. I assumed that you were familiar with the name with you having lived in Romania." Daphne apologized once more, bowing her head and getting a smile in response.

"Think nothing of it, little flower. I was not aware of a Shadis family, and that is highly unlikely for me not to hear of a Pureblood family. Perhaps he is new to the country?" He offered and Daphne frowned once more, shaking her head.

"No, he doesn't speak of his parents that often, but I know for a fact that he lived there for most of his life."

Her uncle shrugged, having been satisfied with the answer.

Sadly, a woman who went by the name of Bridget Broh'er had overheard. And at once jumped to conclusions.

She assumed that Harry Shadis was a mudblood.

Not three minutes later, Theo had rushed over and grabbed her by the arm up the stairs and onto the balcony with her other friends, looking down at the scene with wide eyes.

Harry stood, hands interlinked behind his back and eyes icy as he stared at Bridget. Yet she sneered down and continued on, not realizing how deep of a pit she was digging herself in.

"I bet you your mother was a filthy muggle, it's common for such filth to be born from that…breed." She sneered and Harry's eyes narrowed, not making a single move to retaliate.

"Your father probably was a drunk! Leaving that creature the night a-"

"Enough." Harry stated calmly, causing her face to turn bright red in anger. She took one step forward, sliding her wand into her hand as she held a glass of wine in the other.

"You dare insult me you little child? You're no better than the Mudbloods you worthless brat!"

In that sentence, she had almost word for word copied what Michel had said long ago. Harry was normally In charge of his emotions, but this time, he could let it slide…

Britney cried out in surprise as she sipped her wine, spitting and gagging as it burned her lungs and throat. She coughed, blood spitting from her wounded throat and stomach. Harry had turned the wine into acid, slowly eating away at her from the inside out.

He was going for boiling tar but acid worked just as fine.

Draco gulped and backed away, as had Blaise as they watched the horrid scene. The women's husband rushed over, already barking orders for Floo'ing to St. Mungos. Harry slipped throughthe crowd, shaking his head as some men assumed that she had been poisoned.

"Idiots that lot is." He muttered, snaking away finally.

"Is that so?" Harry spun, looking up at Daphne who looked very cross.

"Greengrass."

"Oh? So we're back to last names!"

"The importance of this conversation is?"

"You did that."

"Where's your proof?" Harry immediately replied, force of habit from the Orphanage.

The moment was ruined when Theo and Draco came running down the steps eyes showing similar glee. They wanted more of it, they wanted to learn about it. It was any look Harry could recognize.

"How in Merlin's name did you do that?" Draco panted, eyes showing the jealously he seemed to have more and more as time went on. Harry turned, fetching his cloak and moving towards the fireplace.

"I will see you when school starts, young Daphne, Theo, Draco." Harry nodded and spun, vanishing into the emerald green flames.

The three were silent before Theo let out a low whistle.

"Sure knows how to make an exit huh?"

x-(X)-x

Harry snarled as he appeared in his common room, throwing his cloak onto the back of a nearby chair and stomping up his steps, glad once more that he had silencing wards built into the marble on the ground.

Harry was angry, much to angry to keep his cool façade, much to angry to even try and keep his dark act. Harry turned, and collapsed on his bed, pulling a childlike move and screaming into his pillow.

The lady had annoyed him, annoyed him more then any had in a long time. It reminded him, reminded him once more that he was human, and all humans had emotions no matter how dark and uncaring they seemed.

And Harry was just a child, a young little boy marching into war with blood on his skin, the blood of all those he killed, and he hated it.

He hated the fact, that he could have had a normal childhood, or that if Dumbledore never spoke of the prophecy, he would probably be with the Potters, celebrating his own birthday with his twin Skylar, who would eventually learn his place. Harry hated the favoritism; he hated the emotions that rejection had forced him to be.

And he hated love. He hated the emotion because he could never truly feel it and experience it. The feeling of love was created in childhood, and Harry never had that feeling, he couldn't love because he didn't know what love was.

And it sickened him.

So he screamed, he screamed and screamed, screamed until his throat turned raw, and his left eye teared up, as his right couldn't, the scarred skin had destroyed the tear duct.

'For the Greater Good' Dumbledore's greatest quote, but it seemed to Harry, that his definition of 'Good' seemed a little farfetched.

'If only he hadn't spoken about that bloody prophecy.' Harry though, punching the pillow once more and pressing his face into the silver cloth.

'If only they didn't ignore me.'

A few hundred miles away, Remus Lupin frowned and slammed a book down on his desk, glaring at James Potter, Sirius Black and Albus Dumbledore.

"Come on, please Moony?" Sirius begged, blinking big puppy dog eyes which didn't have any effect on
Remus.

"I said no, now leave." Remus glared once more, his amber eyes turning slightly darker and he almost growled. The three had appeared on the doorstep of his rather shack-like-house. It didn't really matter, as this area was highly populated by Werewolves who seek shelter from the ministry. The Great Pack was just north of here, offering to stay in the area to scare away any bloody wizard who viewed them as animals.

"Please? Only for one year!" James begged, blinking his eyes and jutting out his lip, he quickly recoiled at the vicious look in his eye.

"No, I made my choice long ago."

"You can't just forget about us!" Sirius begged, whimpering slightly.

"I told you all I wanted to be alone!"

"Ah, but Mr. Lupin, you will receive large amounts of privacy inside your own office." Dumbeldore tried to reason, a glare silenced him.

"I said no."

"Aw come on! What do you have against us?" James asked, getting slightly mad himself, Remus spun, glaring right at him in the eyes with such anger, it shocked him.

"Your son is the problem!" Remus snarled, sounding like a wolf and causing the three to recoil.

"You know what little Skylar Potter thinks? He thinks that everybody is worse than him, scum that shouldn't even lick his shoes, tell me, James, what do you think he feels about Werewolves?"

James blinked, astonished that his son would do that, his face turned red and he opened his mouth, about to respond.

"Don't say it, Don't say it James." Sirius warned, he himself had been insulted many times by Skylar in his own ignorance.

"He called me a monster, James. He called me a mutt!" Remus ranted, throwing a book onto the floor in his anger, nostrils flaring and very slowly, Albus stood.

"I will talk to the boy, what he had done is unacceptable."

"Ya' think?" Sirius dryly states, looking at Remus with an unconcerned look.

"-And I am sure that he is very sorry for his actions. However, Hogwarts is not a school for just Skylar Potter. There are numerous children that are in need of a teacher!" Albus protested, eyes looking urgent and trying to get Remus to waver.

In the end, Remus gave in, finally agreeing and signing the Hogwarts contract that stated that he would teach that year.

As the three men left, Remus sighed and cradled his head in his hands, gently pulling out a small leather book, old with age.

He gingerly flipped open the first page, stroking the moving picture in the very front cover.

It was the picture of his Godson, looking at him with ebony hair and emerald green eyes, too intelligent for his age.

Harry James Potter.

Oh how Remus missed him.


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