Hey, peoples! This is a story i have been thinking a lot about! I plan to make chapters longer (than my other stories) and to make it more chalenging! I hope u like it!

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The guide to - 'When People talk' By Niomi:

Harry's singing voice

Other peoples singing voice.

This is also thoughts.

"Talking!"

-Parseltongue-

-)Hi! I'm talking Elvish!(-

--Now i'm talking inside someones head!--

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"Just get rid of him, Vernon! He is a disgrace and waste of our precious time! Duddykins doesn't like him either, do you?" Glowing green eyes secretly listened to Aunt Petunias shreiking from inside of a tiny cupboard, afraid about what they were going to do. He cradeled his broken right arm and sighed noislessly.

"Where will I leave him? Those freaks will know! They left him here when those good for nothing parents of h--" Vernon started, but was quietly shushed by Petunia, and they took the conversation somewhere listening ears couldnt hear.

For a long time, a week maybe, it had gone on this way. Every time he would do something wrong, he would get beaten, thrown in his cupboard, and his 'Aunt' and 'Uncle' would talk. This boy didn't know why he was born or why he was alive. He didn't know his parents names. He didn't even know his own. He had never gone to school, but sometimes he stole books Dudley got for his birthday and didn't want. He taught himself to read, even though he still wasn't so good at it.

For a long time, Harry wondered what they were going to do. They hated him, loathed him, wanted to kill him..... why didn't they do it already? He wasn't allowed to play, he wasn't allowed to laugh.

He was only allowed to do what they told him.

And it started one year after he came to live with the Dursleys.

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One month later, His fourth birthday:

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He had begun to feel the changes, every time he had woken up from his horrid dreams. It made him feel numb everywhere, and he didn't know what it was. It didn't go away easily.

His hair began to grow. He didn't need his glasses anymore either-- and his eyesight expanded to the point to where if he wanted, he could see perfectly in the dark, which made his green eyes glow like bright orbs.

He didn't know what this was, but he put it in the category of freakishness. He always did these things-- made things happen. He sometimes wished it would go away, but he dismissed the fact. He was no stupid child. Every night, he would try to do things. He didn't like the feeling of being helpless, and he wouldn't be. Nobody loved him, and nobody cared. So why should he?

But no four year old child can defend themselves against a full grown man. Unless they were the most powerful kid in the world, which this boy wasn't. In fact, he hardly knew of his powers. He didn't know people can have them, because all that was fake. Or was it?

But today, today was when things started to really change. He could feel it, when his hair suddenly dropped down to shoulder length and his face changed. It became skinnier, his nose only a tiny bit longer, but otherwise the same.

He could tell that he was probably not recognisable.

This time the numb feeling was strong. Very strong, to the point where it was even hard to breath. And this boy panicked in his tiny cupboard when his Uncle called him.

That is, because there was a lot to panick about.

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Meanwhile, in sombody elses life.....

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I wandered around in the dungeons, with my best friend and protector (that nobody knew about but me, fortunately), Garm. I am three years old, and have yet to pick out a name for myself. After what Father told me, I have the right....

The dungeons were cold, moldy, and frightening. Just what I was used to. If your normal, average three year old were here, they would cry, scream, and call for mum. Not me.

A growl brought me back to reality. "What is it, Garm?" I asked in a mear whisper. Then I felt it. A prescence, and It was heading to right where we were standing. "Garm, go! I don't want you to be found!"

Garm glared at me, folding back his furry black ears in the process, but nonetheless, melted back into my shadow. I melted myself into one of the other shadows, not to be noticed. It was one of the lower-rank Death Eaters. What he was doing down here was a mystery to even me. Severus Snape.

He was searching for something, I could see how that was plain and simple. I followed him until we came to a dead end. Suddenly he whirled around and pointed his wand at the wall. Particularly the one where i was hidden. That Snape was too vigilant for his own good. But I was getting bored anyway, so I decided to show him my natural, abnormal, bright dark purple eyes, and dissappear completely after that, back to the part of the Riddle manor where only the most loyal Death Eaters lingered. It was there where I also found my good old blond friend, Draco Malfoy.

"Draco!" I said happily, walking out of the shadows, and making him jump. I laughed and he hit me playfully, but smiled anyway.

"Where've you been, Kali?" He said, using the temporary name I had picked out a week ago. Kali, the Goddess of Destruction. Draco said it fit me well.

"Nowhere, anywhere," I said, "in the dungeons, exploring. You wont beleive what I saw!" I said to him, putting a mischeivious glint in my eyes. Draco, on the outside normally, was the normal, spoiled brat of the pureblood family, the Malfoys. But on the inside...... on the inside, he was my one-year-older-than-me big brother, even though we weren't related in any way possible.

"What?" He said, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Snape! He was down there looking for something. He's not allowed down there for any reason, I know. He's lower-rank, and--"

"My godfather! Surely he'd have business...?"

"Not at all!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Then why dont we go look for ourselves?" Draco said, crossing his arms.

"I dont have such a good feeling about it though, Draco...."

"Oh, come on!" He said, pulling me by the arm. The bad feeling grew deeper, but I pushed it aside. We went through the shadows, went through the tunnels.... but there was something down there. I knew it. Apparently, Draco felt it also.

"Maybe...." He started, but they were already apon us, Auror members and all. In front of them stood none other than Albus Dumbledore, followed closely by Severus Snape. Draco gasped, giving us away. Sure, people will think its normal to hear a wall gasp! Dumbledore and Snape and a few others heard. Before I could stop him though, Draco had come out of our hiding place and launched himself at Snape.

"You lied!" He screeched. But no, I had to act. Something told me to do so. They would erase his memory. They were looking for me, they would kill him....

I jumped and took draco by the hand, pulling him with such force that he almost fell. And I ran. He ran too, but alas it wasn't fast enough. Snape cought up and took Draco, putting him firmly under one arm. He tripped me and firmly took me from the collar of my outfit-- a purple dress that had a skeleton face with its toungue sticking out. I wore a long sleeved shirt under it that had purple and black stripes, and black shorts. I wore black boots for shoes.

Since I was small for a three year old, looking only two, it was like maybe picking up a cat. I was struggling like mad, and so was Draco. It was at that time when the muggle-loving-fool decided to come. At that time, Draco bit Snapes arm. He hissed and dropped Draco, but kept a firm grasp on me.

As Draco tried to run, Albus Dumbledore stupefied him and erased his memory. Haleyuyah. There goes my hope of freedom. My long black hair fell into my face, but I didn't care. I stared at both men hatefully.

"She is still young, Albus," Snape said.

"Yes indeed, she can work for the light side and be most helpfull...."

I glared at him, my unnatural eyes flashing dangerously. If I had to say what I hated, it would be someone talking about me as if I wasn't there. I wasn't stupid! But I could have sworn that I saw Snape glare at Dumbledore when he was busy looking at me.

"Traitor..." I choked out, due to the fact that Snapes grip was so firm i couldn't breath. I clawed at the collar of my dress, while Snape glared at me. My foot twitched. I needed air. Snape loosened his grip, and I stared at him in the eye, searching.... and found out something.

Severus Snape didn't want to be here. I grinned even though there was no point. I could almost see him fighting with himself.

He did something then that...well.....I guess it was beleiveable. As the Aurors approached, he shoved me into Dumbledores grasp like a toy, picked up Draco, and apparated out. I was struck with something... and now I know that that bad feeling was the wards on this place going down. Damn the world!

Dumbledore fixed me with a hate filled gaze, but I wasn't paying attention. I saw something. Not more than a shadow, it speeded toward Dumbledore. I recognised the eyes, though, and that made me freeze, and then smile. Blood-red eyes...

I think Dumbledore noticed too, stupid fool. He motioned for the Aurors to take me, again like a toy, and as I kicked and struggled and bit, I let my fangs grow. It was them that I bit the poor (yeah right) Auror in the arm. The blood tasted fresh, but I didn't get that far. It all happened so fast I don't know what happened exactly. The Auror screamed and tossed me across the room so I slammed into the wall. What a miracle it was that I stayed concious.

"Obliviate!" And all went black.

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Meanwhile, again in one boys life....

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They had abandoned me. Beaten and abandoned, and I had no idea where to go. Left alone in Muggle London. I didn't know where to go. What to do. Maybe I should just sit here and die. Seems like a good idea to me! Maybe I'll get takin by the orphanage. Nah, that would be worse. What should I do?

But no answer came. So, I decided to do some wandering. I wandered in alleys, ignoring how sore I felt until it was to unbearable. I sat down and let the darkness take me in, wrapping me into its dark blankets. I welcomed it.

(A/N): SERIOUSLY, i tried to make indents and everything! they wouldn't let me! so PLEASE don't complain in your reviews!!! I TRIED!!! Anyway..... Wheeee! My first chapter! So, how about it? U like it, u dont...? PLEASE REVIEW, and the story WILL in my opinion get much better! Also, for Ron fans, he will hardly be in this fan fiction, unless you like an evil Ron, and thats the same for Dumbledore fans.

In this story, Dumbledore's a manipulating foooool. If you will continue reading this story, PLEASE review, and it is kinda important to read the Authors Note, (A/N:) at the beggingin and end of the chapter. That way, you will hear news if i'm goin on vacation, etc.

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--Niomi this is pronounced: NY-o-me ...NOT: Nee-o-me!

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