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It's a fairly hot day in the UK. Humans are walking the streets, trying to either get home from the heat or go to work. The birds are flying ahead, and they are chirping their wonderful songs only they know. Unfortunately, about 6 years old, a small human boy is dying in an old, dirty alleyway.

He has old tattered black shorts and a blue shirt. But those clothes are several sizes too small for him. He has messy black hair, pale skin with dark blue and purple bruises all over his arms, neck, legs, and chest. He has dull green eyes and an odd lightning bolt scar on the left of his forehead. His skinny figure is seen through the rags. He is six years old, but he looks like 3 or 4 years old at best. His breath is rough and hard to do. Whenever he tries to take a breath, his body feels on fire.

The Boy does have a name, but it's a name rarely used. His name is Harry Potter. Orphan, nephew, and a freak. Unfortunately, he has only been called Freak or Boy all his short life. He only knew his real name because his primary homeroom teacher called him Potter. He is the nephew of the normal Petunia Dursley, Veron Dursley, and the resident bully, his cousin Dudley Dursley.

He lived at Little Whining, Surrey, England, Great Britain. He was taken in when his parents died of being drunks and good for nothing. Or so his relatives say. They never physically abuse him. But they insult him, his parents and keep him locked under a cupboard with spiders and dust. They feed him barely enough scraps to keep him alive and make him do the chores or go to the cupboard starving.

The little boy, Harry, stares at the ground. One day, about….his stomach aches. About last week, he was kicked out of the house when they went on vacation without him. Arabella Figgs, an old woman next door that watches over him at times, is out of town as well. And the other neighbors don't care about him too.

He's starving. He hasn't eaten in that whole week. He had no water, no rest, and been out of the sun trying to survive. He looked at his dry patchy skin. "I-I wanted a family. I-is that too much to ask?" He asked himself. Knowing deep down, he's dying. Tears start to well up in his eyes. "Please.." He begs for anything that's listening. "I want a family." He finished as he closed his eyes into an unwilling sleep. For he's too weak tonight off death.

Unknown to him and the rest of those who may have known his family. Something deep inside answered. His innate magical energy reacted to his wish. The energy is used by a race of humans called Wizards and Witches. Too bad it can't help him find out more about his kind. But it can help his wish. Somewhere he will be loved. A family to love him.

The air starts to twist and warp around him. His body begins to envelop in a warm, red outline of energy. The energy pulled the boy into a red hole that opened up behind him. Harry is put into a deep sleep, as the magic and the red changes begin to change him.

He floats through a void of red, and thankfully he can't see it. His bones break, then refix themselves into the proper shape. His bruises fade away, he begins to grow a good 3 healthy inches. The lightning bolt scar on his forehead burst into black ichor. The liquid disappeared quickly. That's the visible, physical changes. The inner changes won't show up for a while.

What seems like an eternity floating in the warm void but is actually about 3 hours. Harry appears in a red stone alleyway. The sky is red with a big intricate pentagram symbol. Tall broken-down buildings litter the area. The black streets are cracked with abandoned, rusty cars and sometimes bodies of different creatures. Harry is leaning against the alleyway. He opens his green eyes and looks around. "W-what?! W-where am I?" He asked. His eyes blink as he takes in new smells and new sounds. He can hear faint explosions. The air smells of heat itself.

Tap, tap, tap. Footsteps echo through the alleyway. On instinct, Harry curled himself into a ball and tried to make himself smaller. Those steps get closer, and they stop. Right here is a creature with red skin and black spots. He stands at 5,5 feet tall. He has two curled-up black and white horns. Harry noticed one of those horns is missing. The man has one eye open, and the other is closed shut. The right eye has a black background with a yellow pupil.

The man has a black coat wrapped around him. It covers his whole body except for his feet. His cloven feet. Although Harry is 6, and his relatives have stunted his intelligence. He isn't stupid. This man is not human. And he's dangerous. Harry has always been a bit smarter than the normal 6-year-old because the only place his bully of a cousin doesn't bother him is the local Library. So he reads all the books he can. Enough to at least know this situation he is in isn't normal by human standards. Harry kept himself in a little ball. But his eyes are staring at the creature. The man stares back at Harry. His good eye blinks calmly. He stands at the entrance of the alleyway.

"Oh, a human child. Never seen that before." He said with a calm voice. His voice is not really deep, but it's not high-pitched either. He kept the space between himself and the human boy. "My name is Zarkas. But you can call me Kas. What's your name?" He asked. He sensed magical energy as he was walking through the street during his daily walks. But it's not any form of energy he is familiar with. So on a whim, he took a detour and found this human child. Magic is just leaking off of him.

Harry blinks. "Please don't hurt me!" He curled up tighter to protect himself. Freaks like himself don't deserve to be loved or have any friends. That's what his uncle said, after all. He just wanted someone to love him. A reason to be alive.

Now the named Kas eye softens a tad. "Look, child. I'm going, being honest. I'm a demon. An imp demon, to be exact. Do you know about demons?" He asked. Harry stiffed all the answers he needed. So Kas continues, "You are in Hell. Where the bad or the unfortunate humans go when they die. But as with everything, not all demons are bad. Sometimes they have to be. I was born here, but I don't hurt children when I can help it. I won't hurt you. I swear it." He said.

The air changes, Harry glows white, as Kas glows golden. Kas' eyes widened a tad in shock. A magical vow has taken place. Kas has sworn he won't hurt the human boy. That means, if he breaks his word, painful consequences can happen to Kas. This made Harry uncoil himself from the ball. He looked up at the demon and stood up shyly.

Kas chuckled. "You surprised me, child. You had big potential inside your body. I am going to be blunt. Do you want to live and make something of yourself?" He bent down to Harry's eye level. So they can stare into each other's eyes. They do say, the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Something tells Harry, this man. This Kas doesn't mean him harm. What does it mean when a demon shows more concern for him more than a human ever did? Something is very wrong. Harry stares into the man's eyes. Then he nods. Harry grabs Kas's hand. "I-I'm Harry Potter." He stammers lightly

Kas lifts Harry. He can tell this will be something new for both of them. "Welcome to Hell, Harry. I will be your teacher." He held Harry's hand, and they walked away from the alleyway. This is a new adventure for Zarkas and Harry Potter. The adventure of Magic.