Author: Shinigami
AN: I wrote this a while ago, maybe last year I'm not sure, its really long and unfinished it's a slow story, this story doesn't follow the actual book's storyline, it original but using the Harry Potter characters of course.
Summary: dh. AU. A chance and a mystery is forced onto Harry. Yet fate is never kind enough to warn you when things become rough. So when you fall too deep too fast who can you rely on? Fantasy/adventure/romance
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling and whatever else is suppose to be here, you can imagine it for yourself.
Pairings: Draco/Harry. Positively the cutest, I guess there are other pairs but I'm not focusing on them. Ron/Hermione, maybe sb/rl or ss I have no idea as of yet lol
Warnings: Slash, yaoi or homosexuality and err I guess just my taste of putting Harry in pain... I don't write lemon or lime or anything graphic but I'm never sure.
Chapter one. A beginning of change
The stars glowed angrily as Harry Potter deftly snuck out of the window of his room on the second floor of his uncle Dursley's house. Slowly edging from the ledge on his window, he leaned out far enough to snag a branch of an old tree. Jumping off quietly from the ledge, he hung there for a moment before swinging up onto the branch and quickly crawling to the base where he could hold onto the tree.
Harry sat there and watched the sky resting his head on the trunk, he pulled his knees to his chest and shut his eyes.
Harry jolted awake and gripped the tree breathing hard for a moment fearing he was falling off, he heard men shouting, curious he slipped from branch to branch until his small feet quietly touched the ground.
He looked from side to side until he was certain there wasn't anyone looking, then dashed from behind his tree to the closest alleyway. Angling his head from behind the brick wall he watched fascinated as two men dueled, their swords clashing loudly as it struck the other.
One man fell back and the other took the opportunity to thrust his sword into the man stomach, Harry slapped both hands over his mouth to stop from screaming.
"That's what you get for opposing the Dark Lord,"
"Arggh... w-wait ...you ..y-you'll be s-s-s-sorry when the c-child is found," stuttered the dying man, his voice curiously light for a man. The man standing up sneered hatefully and kicked the wounded man. Harry tried to breathe evenly and quietly as the man on the ground cried out.
"This so called kid is a myth; why else would I be doing this?" The man stated as he pulled his sword out of his stomach and slashed off man's neck. The man standing up laughed maliciously, as he bent down and started searching the dead body.
Harry pressed himself against the wall and shut his eyes, he was going to be in a lot of trouble if he was found. Harry peeked out from behind the wall and saw the dead man alone. To see or not to see? Harry bit his bottom lip and quietly walked up to the dead body, he quickly pinched his nose and backed away. Taking a deep breath, he crouched and looked at the dead man.
He was young and didn't look much older than Harry himself though obviously much taller than Harry. He had dark blonde slightly brown hair his eyes had rolled to the back of his head leaving only white. Harry looked away from the handsome yet very dead face.
"Oh man, you must have really ticked someone off." Harry whispered as he looked at an odd lump on the dead man's glove. Gently he pulled the glove off and examined it, he heard footsteps, Harry shoved the glove in his pocket and quickly stood up.
"Boy!" Harry looked up at the approaching men, "Boy what... what is this!?" Damn should have run when he had the chance. He looked at the grotesque mess of the man and took a step back.
"I found him like this," Harry answered defensively, trying to slow his pounding heart. The man looking at him was the bar owner down the street he had the blacksmith and a couple of farm hands with him. "I heard shouting... and I came out," Harry finally answered quite truthfully.
"Did you see who did this?" the bar owner asked. "Search him," he ordered one of the farm hands. Harry stared at the large man and backed away. Harry stuck his hand in his pocket and slowly backed to the wall, he pulled out the glove and shoved it behind his back and dropped it.
The farm hand walked towards him looking at him suspiciously.
"Stop moving!" Barked the large man, Harry jumped at the noise and walked away from the wall towards the large man and surrendered to the rough search from the large man. "He's got nothing on him." The large man finally shouted back.
Harry stepped away back to the wall and crouched there quickly putting the glove back in his pocket all the while no-one noticing. He stayed in that position until the men finished looking around the place for the murderer or anything suspicious.
"Who are you boy? What did you see?" Harry stared at the man and slowly got up.
"Harry. Two men fought and one... err killed the other." Harry said,
"What did the killer look like?" the bar owner asked tiredly,
"I didn't really see... um black hair?"
"Where do you live?" Harry pointed to his uncle's house while keeping his eyes on the bar owner. The bar owner looked at him uneasily. "Go home. Boy if you remember anything worth listening too, tell me!" He finally said and quickly turned away and had men clearing the area.
Harry watched them before turning and running back to his tree outside his window, and climbed back into his room. Shaking the thoughts of the dead man away Harry peered curiously at the lump in the glove.
"So what do I have here then?" Harry whispered to himself as he studied the glove. He carefully touched the lump and waited, nothing happened. He rolled off his bed and fetched a knife, sitting back on his bed he stared at the lump willing it do something. When nothing happened, he bit his bottom lip and ran the sharp object slowly over the glove's lump. The fabric fell away to reveal...a ball?
Harry glared at the round object, he pulled it out and held it in his palm it was green, dull and the size of pebble. Harry sighed, all that work and nothing! He fell back onto his bed kicked the glove off and pulled the covers over him. Looking at the anonymous ball he placed it under his bed threw his glasses on his table and fell asleep.
"GET UP! You no good excuse for a relative! GET UP! And do something to pay for you're stay and our generosity!" Harry jammed his hands over his ears as his aunt screeched from the other side of his door. Groaning he looked outside his window, it was still dark. He rolled out of his bed and felt around his table for his glasses, he picked them up and placed it on his face. Yawning he got up, stretched and blinked a few times trying to keep his eyes open.
What did they want this early in the morning Harry thought to himself as he trudged out of his door and down the stairs. He stopped as he spotted two men dressed in mercenary's clothing sitting at the table, his uncle looked nervous and his aunt was chattering annoyingly, setting out tea, coffee and biscuits.
The two men were ignoring his relatives as Harry walked into the room feeling quite insignificant.
"Boy!" His uncle bellowed, "Meet Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin," Harry turned around surprised, usually he wasn't introduced to any visitors.
"Hello," Harry said quietly. Bright blue and gold eyes moved to study him, Harry fiddled nervously with his fingers under their scrutiny, suddenly feeling too significant.
"Harry I presume?" Lupin asked, Harry nodded and decided to stare at his feet. "You will be coming with us." The man suddenly said. Harry snapped his head back up and stared incredulously.
"What?" Harry said and took a step back, his uncle bristled trying to gain the men's attention.
"Really?" His uncle asked. Harry watched curiously as well, Black was still staring at him and he decidedly didn't look that way.
"We need a hand worker and the villagers said you had a boy who'd be willing to work for us." Lupin answered nonchalantly and shrugged. "We can pay for him now."
"Y-yes I just thought... he's too small... but if you want him. Okay." His uncle smiled evilly. Harry gaped he was for sale? Why wasn't he informed of this, he thought to himself. His uncle rubbed his hands together. Ah, the worldwide symbol for greed thought Harry to himself irritably. "Well he is a hard worker and does do a lot of the work around here," Harry scoffed, it was all true yet he had never heard praise from the large man before, he was going to haunt that man when he died, even if the old man was already dead Harry schemed. "He won't come cheap." His uncle finished.
"What's your price?" Black suddenly said his eyes moving away from Harry and glaring at his uncle. Harry decided he did not want to be a slave.
"Erm.. excuse me?" He piped up he might be twelve and tiny but he was still in charge of his own life. "I'm not for sale." He finally finished all eyes had moved in his direction, so he had asked for the attention, it didn't necessarily have to mean they all had to look at him as if he had two heads. He lowered his eyes back to his feet.
"We know," Lupin finally said slowly, "We're hiring your assistance for a while." Harry looked back to the man with the golden eyes suddenly very embarrassed.
"Oh." He said lamely... was that a fancy way of saying: yes, you are a slave, live with it?
"So you're price?" Black stated again banging his hand on the table, Harry stared as the table groaned under the pressure. He did not want to get on the bad side of that man.
"Fifteen galleons," His uncle finally said, Black growled a sound almost a replica of a dog thought Harry.
"Five," Black said, sheesh he had to be worth more than that surely?
"Twelve," His uncle said nervously
"Seven,"
"Ten,"
"Eight and twenty sickles," Growled Black,
"Fine." his uncle said slightly nervous. Lupin handed the money over in a bag, his uncle had opened it and was counting furiously, he finally nodded. "Boy get you're things, you're leaving." He said distractedly still pouring over his money. Well his uncle could have tried a little harder... he had to be worth more than eight galleons and twenty sickles. I mean this was his life they were throwing around.
Harry shrugged turned and headed back into his room, he pulled out a small bag and threw some clothes and under garments in, he took his spare glasses and looked around his room. He then ducked his head under the bed and grabbed the ball, which he stuffed in the bottom of the bag. He quickly shrugged off his nightclothes and stuffed them in his bag as well, then quickly changed and ran back downstairs.
"Is that all you're things?" Lupin asked, Harry jumped and spun around his back against the door. He nodded mutely, Lupin regarded him quietly and Black walked out from the kitchen, Harry quickly pulled on his boots on as the two walked outside.
His uncle grabbed the back of his collar before he could leave, "They paid, so you better be you're worth it. I don't want them or you at my doorstep again." He was pushed out the door and had it slammed at his back. Harry rolled his eyes and bit his lip, wonder how long I'll manage to stay alive, Harry thought to himself.
Harry sighed and quickly followed the two men who was joined by another man, he looked positively scary was all Harry could deduce, one enlarged eye that swiveled at its own will, a broken nose and scars in nearly all exposed skin. The man quickly gave Lupin and Black their swords and bags. Harry just stood still and gaped, oh dear what had he gotten himself into?
"Harry is it?" the man called out, Harry collected himself and walked bravely towards the three very tall men. The man stared at him and turned to the others, "He's barely a child! He'll be more trouble than he's worth..."
"We need a helper and I'm sure he'll learn quick enough," Lupin interrupted turning back to Harry. "You'll deal with the horses the packing and setting out and camp, all meals and you'll need to learn to use a sword, and maybe to read, write and the basics of math." Lupin said.
"Okay..." Harry said... wasn't that a bit much? Lupin looked him up and down.
"You can ride double with me until we can find you a horse." Lupin then turned away and Harry nodded and quickly followed the three.
Author's ramblings: It's the shortest of all my chapters, I'm not exactly sure what's short or not when writing fanfiction because I don't write a lot of fanfiction.
Okay you're probably thinking this doesn't sound like Harry, but my theory is if the boy's been abused for years on end, he's not going to be very social and he's young at the moment. Right I know he has his own room, erm it was a spontaneous spark of generosity from Petunia.
AN: I wrote this a while ago, maybe last year I'm not sure, its really long and unfinished it's a slow story, this story doesn't follow the actual book's storyline, it original but using the Harry Potter characters of course.
Summary: dh. AU. A chance and a mystery is forced onto Harry. Yet fate is never kind enough to warn you when things become rough. So when you fall too deep too fast who can you rely on? Fantasy/adventure/romance
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling and whatever else is suppose to be here, you can imagine it for yourself.
Pairings: Draco/Harry. Positively the cutest, I guess there are other pairs but I'm not focusing on them. Ron/Hermione, maybe sb/rl or ss I have no idea as of yet lol
Warnings: Slash, yaoi or homosexuality and err I guess just my taste of putting Harry in pain... I don't write lemon or lime or anything graphic but I'm never sure.
Chapter one. A beginning of change
The stars glowed angrily as Harry Potter deftly snuck out of the window of his room on the second floor of his uncle Dursley's house. Slowly edging from the ledge on his window, he leaned out far enough to snag a branch of an old tree. Jumping off quietly from the ledge, he hung there for a moment before swinging up onto the branch and quickly crawling to the base where he could hold onto the tree.
Harry sat there and watched the sky resting his head on the trunk, he pulled his knees to his chest and shut his eyes.
Harry jolted awake and gripped the tree breathing hard for a moment fearing he was falling off, he heard men shouting, curious he slipped from branch to branch until his small feet quietly touched the ground.
He looked from side to side until he was certain there wasn't anyone looking, then dashed from behind his tree to the closest alleyway. Angling his head from behind the brick wall he watched fascinated as two men dueled, their swords clashing loudly as it struck the other.
One man fell back and the other took the opportunity to thrust his sword into the man stomach, Harry slapped both hands over his mouth to stop from screaming.
"That's what you get for opposing the Dark Lord,"
"Arggh... w-wait ...you ..y-you'll be s-s-s-sorry when the c-child is found," stuttered the dying man, his voice curiously light for a man. The man standing up sneered hatefully and kicked the wounded man. Harry tried to breathe evenly and quietly as the man on the ground cried out.
"This so called kid is a myth; why else would I be doing this?" The man stated as he pulled his sword out of his stomach and slashed off man's neck. The man standing up laughed maliciously, as he bent down and started searching the dead body.
Harry pressed himself against the wall and shut his eyes, he was going to be in a lot of trouble if he was found. Harry peeked out from behind the wall and saw the dead man alone. To see or not to see? Harry bit his bottom lip and quietly walked up to the dead body, he quickly pinched his nose and backed away. Taking a deep breath, he crouched and looked at the dead man.
He was young and didn't look much older than Harry himself though obviously much taller than Harry. He had dark blonde slightly brown hair his eyes had rolled to the back of his head leaving only white. Harry looked away from the handsome yet very dead face.
"Oh man, you must have really ticked someone off." Harry whispered as he looked at an odd lump on the dead man's glove. Gently he pulled the glove off and examined it, he heard footsteps, Harry shoved the glove in his pocket and quickly stood up.
"Boy!" Harry looked up at the approaching men, "Boy what... what is this!?" Damn should have run when he had the chance. He looked at the grotesque mess of the man and took a step back.
"I found him like this," Harry answered defensively, trying to slow his pounding heart. The man looking at him was the bar owner down the street he had the blacksmith and a couple of farm hands with him. "I heard shouting... and I came out," Harry finally answered quite truthfully.
"Did you see who did this?" the bar owner asked. "Search him," he ordered one of the farm hands. Harry stared at the large man and backed away. Harry stuck his hand in his pocket and slowly backed to the wall, he pulled out the glove and shoved it behind his back and dropped it.
The farm hand walked towards him looking at him suspiciously.
"Stop moving!" Barked the large man, Harry jumped at the noise and walked away from the wall towards the large man and surrendered to the rough search from the large man. "He's got nothing on him." The large man finally shouted back.
Harry stepped away back to the wall and crouched there quickly putting the glove back in his pocket all the while no-one noticing. He stayed in that position until the men finished looking around the place for the murderer or anything suspicious.
"Who are you boy? What did you see?" Harry stared at the man and slowly got up.
"Harry. Two men fought and one... err killed the other." Harry said,
"What did the killer look like?" the bar owner asked tiredly,
"I didn't really see... um black hair?"
"Where do you live?" Harry pointed to his uncle's house while keeping his eyes on the bar owner. The bar owner looked at him uneasily. "Go home. Boy if you remember anything worth listening too, tell me!" He finally said and quickly turned away and had men clearing the area.
Harry watched them before turning and running back to his tree outside his window, and climbed back into his room. Shaking the thoughts of the dead man away Harry peered curiously at the lump in the glove.
"So what do I have here then?" Harry whispered to himself as he studied the glove. He carefully touched the lump and waited, nothing happened. He rolled off his bed and fetched a knife, sitting back on his bed he stared at the lump willing it do something. When nothing happened, he bit his bottom lip and ran the sharp object slowly over the glove's lump. The fabric fell away to reveal...a ball?
Harry glared at the round object, he pulled it out and held it in his palm it was green, dull and the size of pebble. Harry sighed, all that work and nothing! He fell back onto his bed kicked the glove off and pulled the covers over him. Looking at the anonymous ball he placed it under his bed threw his glasses on his table and fell asleep.
"GET UP! You no good excuse for a relative! GET UP! And do something to pay for you're stay and our generosity!" Harry jammed his hands over his ears as his aunt screeched from the other side of his door. Groaning he looked outside his window, it was still dark. He rolled out of his bed and felt around his table for his glasses, he picked them up and placed it on his face. Yawning he got up, stretched and blinked a few times trying to keep his eyes open.
What did they want this early in the morning Harry thought to himself as he trudged out of his door and down the stairs. He stopped as he spotted two men dressed in mercenary's clothing sitting at the table, his uncle looked nervous and his aunt was chattering annoyingly, setting out tea, coffee and biscuits.
The two men were ignoring his relatives as Harry walked into the room feeling quite insignificant.
"Boy!" His uncle bellowed, "Meet Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin," Harry turned around surprised, usually he wasn't introduced to any visitors.
"Hello," Harry said quietly. Bright blue and gold eyes moved to study him, Harry fiddled nervously with his fingers under their scrutiny, suddenly feeling too significant.
"Harry I presume?" Lupin asked, Harry nodded and decided to stare at his feet. "You will be coming with us." The man suddenly said. Harry snapped his head back up and stared incredulously.
"What?" Harry said and took a step back, his uncle bristled trying to gain the men's attention.
"Really?" His uncle asked. Harry watched curiously as well, Black was still staring at him and he decidedly didn't look that way.
"We need a hand worker and the villagers said you had a boy who'd be willing to work for us." Lupin answered nonchalantly and shrugged. "We can pay for him now."
"Y-yes I just thought... he's too small... but if you want him. Okay." His uncle smiled evilly. Harry gaped he was for sale? Why wasn't he informed of this, he thought to himself. His uncle rubbed his hands together. Ah, the worldwide symbol for greed thought Harry to himself irritably. "Well he is a hard worker and does do a lot of the work around here," Harry scoffed, it was all true yet he had never heard praise from the large man before, he was going to haunt that man when he died, even if the old man was already dead Harry schemed. "He won't come cheap." His uncle finished.
"What's your price?" Black suddenly said his eyes moving away from Harry and glaring at his uncle. Harry decided he did not want to be a slave.
"Erm.. excuse me?" He piped up he might be twelve and tiny but he was still in charge of his own life. "I'm not for sale." He finally finished all eyes had moved in his direction, so he had asked for the attention, it didn't necessarily have to mean they all had to look at him as if he had two heads. He lowered his eyes back to his feet.
"We know," Lupin finally said slowly, "We're hiring your assistance for a while." Harry looked back to the man with the golden eyes suddenly very embarrassed.
"Oh." He said lamely... was that a fancy way of saying: yes, you are a slave, live with it?
"So you're price?" Black stated again banging his hand on the table, Harry stared as the table groaned under the pressure. He did not want to get on the bad side of that man.
"Fifteen galleons," His uncle finally said, Black growled a sound almost a replica of a dog thought Harry.
"Five," Black said, sheesh he had to be worth more than that surely?
"Twelve," His uncle said nervously
"Seven,"
"Ten,"
"Eight and twenty sickles," Growled Black,
"Fine." his uncle said slightly nervous. Lupin handed the money over in a bag, his uncle had opened it and was counting furiously, he finally nodded. "Boy get you're things, you're leaving." He said distractedly still pouring over his money. Well his uncle could have tried a little harder... he had to be worth more than eight galleons and twenty sickles. I mean this was his life they were throwing around.
Harry shrugged turned and headed back into his room, he pulled out a small bag and threw some clothes and under garments in, he took his spare glasses and looked around his room. He then ducked his head under the bed and grabbed the ball, which he stuffed in the bottom of the bag. He quickly shrugged off his nightclothes and stuffed them in his bag as well, then quickly changed and ran back downstairs.
"Is that all you're things?" Lupin asked, Harry jumped and spun around his back against the door. He nodded mutely, Lupin regarded him quietly and Black walked out from the kitchen, Harry quickly pulled on his boots on as the two walked outside.
His uncle grabbed the back of his collar before he could leave, "They paid, so you better be you're worth it. I don't want them or you at my doorstep again." He was pushed out the door and had it slammed at his back. Harry rolled his eyes and bit his lip, wonder how long I'll manage to stay alive, Harry thought to himself.
Harry sighed and quickly followed the two men who was joined by another man, he looked positively scary was all Harry could deduce, one enlarged eye that swiveled at its own will, a broken nose and scars in nearly all exposed skin. The man quickly gave Lupin and Black their swords and bags. Harry just stood still and gaped, oh dear what had he gotten himself into?
"Harry is it?" the man called out, Harry collected himself and walked bravely towards the three very tall men. The man stared at him and turned to the others, "He's barely a child! He'll be more trouble than he's worth..."
"We need a helper and I'm sure he'll learn quick enough," Lupin interrupted turning back to Harry. "You'll deal with the horses the packing and setting out and camp, all meals and you'll need to learn to use a sword, and maybe to read, write and the basics of math." Lupin said.
"Okay..." Harry said... wasn't that a bit much? Lupin looked him up and down.
"You can ride double with me until we can find you a horse." Lupin then turned away and Harry nodded and quickly followed the three.
Author's ramblings: It's the shortest of all my chapters, I'm not exactly sure what's short or not when writing fanfiction because I don't write a lot of fanfiction.
Okay you're probably thinking this doesn't sound like Harry, but my theory is if the boy's been abused for years on end, he's not going to be very social and he's young at the moment. Right I know he has his own room, erm it was a spontaneous spark of generosity from Petunia.