Harry knew he was special.

Though, that doesn't mean it's in a good way.

Freak followed him for the first few years of his life to the point where he thought his name was Freak up until Petunia sat him down the day before school and told him to respond to the name "Harry Potter".

It was one of the happier moments of his life, knowing that he at least had a normal name.

That was until he learned that his mother and father were "drunken, uneducated slums who'd abandoned a Freak like you".

Harry wasn't as concerned with them being drunks but rather the fact that they had abandoned him. Their own son.

He had always knew he was an orphan but he had at least held on to the hope that his parents had loved him and were somehow unable to rescue him.

But that was not the case.

And it was at that moment when Harry had decided that hope was inconvenient in life.

Ignorance was bliss afterall.

Cornelius Fudge squirmed under the contemptful eye of the vampire clan representatives, shaking hand signing off the agreement. From now on, the vampires would only infect and kill muggles in return for being off the register and being allowed a trial if something illegal was done. When some prominent pureblood families had been turned by the blood-sucking beasts, Fudge had been forced to do something about the vampire population.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Fudge", the Ophiuchus clan representative sneered.

Fudge shrunk in his chair.

Screams filled the night as Privet Drive was torn apart. Erkhaan, the Aquila clan leader had signed their death warrants with just a word of consent and a wave of his hand. The bloodthirsty (literally) beings had ran out into the night, tearing doors off their hinges and feasting. Oh power, such a useful resource indeed.

Harry had awoke at the first sign of disturbance, his honed ears picking up on the smallest noises, courtesy of Aunt Petunia. Actually, he believed he really should to thank her now Harry thought as he jolted when screams filled the air.

At the piercing cries, Harry's mind went into overdrive, instinct telling him to run yet common sense and years of training at his relatives' behest telling him to stay hide. Meaning he should stay in his cupboard.

So, curling himself into a ball, and pressing himself into a spider-infested corner, Harry hid.

As hours past, Harry heard multiple times the sounds of footsteps racing up and down the stairs, screams echoing through the floors. Harry could recognize the shrill screams of his aunt anywhere, having had it directed at him multiple times. And surprisingly, Vernon had become prepubescent as well in just a few short minutes in the presence of these people.

Dudley had also met his end, his own demise assaulted Harry's ears with the sound of crying and pleading.

Whoever these people were, Harry was glad not to be found.

Hours past in the dead of night and even with his back aching, knees hurting, Harry refused to move, fear still in his heart, paranoid thoughts haunting him.

It was hours later when Harry finally stretched out his leg and scooted from his dark corner. Hands trembling as he unlocked his door, Harry tiptoed out only for his eyes to widen and his mouth to drop at the utter destruction that met him. The stairs had numerous holes in them, the floors were completely destroyed, the kitchen was decimated, it was all rather incredible if it wasn't so horrible.

As his instinct of flight once again kicked in, Harry snapped his jaw shut, paranoia once again filled him as he creaked open the front door, and ran away, the night covering for him as his only ally.

Harry didn't once look back even as the brief thoughts of Dudley, Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon filled his mind.

Run away now from me now.

Your survival is more important.

-Home by Warsan Shire

A/N Hello. This was supposed to be a Her Decision rewrite but I decided to make this whole thing a bit more realistic. Idk if this is a one shot should be a two shot or three shot. We'll see. I'm marking it down as completed but that may change in the future. I'll decide that later but anyways, I hope this was better!

Poem Tribute: Home by Warsan Shire. If you like poetry, you should check it out. It's really good and rather emotional.

RNL