Hey peoples! This is my second chapter! YAY!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise of J.K. Rowlings, and I don't own any songs.

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You should know the languages too. If you dont, go back 2 the first chapter.

Let the second chapter begin!

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My eyes fluttered open. It was dark out. But where was I? I moved my foot, which was heavy because of a black boot. I looked at myself. Black hair, a little past shoulder length. It seemed to me that I was in some kind of Alleyway. Where? I had no idea. A shard of glass made me gasp. I had deep purple colored eyes. They weren't normal, because the part of your eye that was supposed to be white was also purple. I had a few light-brown freckles on my face that almost made me look cute.

I wonder..... wait. What was my name? How old was I? I looked at myself. I was small, very small. I would have guessed around two or three years old, but that would only lead to the following question-- what was I doing in an Alleyway? As I closed my eyes to catch my breath, I saw a man with greasy hair and stone-cold beatle black eyes, and a man with a long white beard that looked at me threatingly. I gasped and opened my eyes. Was that what just happened? Those men were bad.

I remembered a few things, even though my mind seemed blank. There was a boy with blond hair, and magic. I could do magic. I searched my mind for more, but it only made me get a headache. The only thing I came up with is a pair of blood-red eyes that made me smile. I have no idea why.

There seemed to be a long list of questions in my head.

And it all ended with three questions. What was I doing here, who was I, and who were those people?

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I opened my eyes. I was in my room. Green and Silver bedsheets slipping to the floor as I got out of bed, I walked quietly to my Fathers room. It took a while since the Malfoy Manor was so big, but I couldn't help but notice how there seemed like an emtiness in my mind that had never been there before. The more I thought about what it was, the more my head hurt. Before I knew it, I was at Father's bedroom door.

Never allowed to enter unless of an emergeny. Was emptiness of mind considered an emergency? Surely if Father knew what it was he would tell me. Or maybe mother.

Taking a very deep breath, I creaked the door open just a notch and peeked inside. Father was at his desk.

"Come in, Draco," Father said, not turning around.

I opened the door wide enough so that I could squeeze in, and then closed it silently. I sat down in a chair and looked at Father. He was rubbing his temples.

Not a good sign.

"Father, I--"

"No need, Draco, no need," My Father said, something that confused my tiny four-year-old mind to no end. "Do you remember you friend that went by the name of Kali?"

And it was like someone opened my head and stuffed the entire world inside, because everything came back to me in one bloody second. Even though I had to clutch my head to take all the memories that had came right back in, I remembered. My Godfather traded my best friend to that stupid fool of a muggle-lover. Damn Uncle Sev. Damn Dumbledore. Damn the world! Where was she now though? Father must have read my mind, because--

"She is not with Dumbledore. In fact, we do not even know where she is."

Nodding to my Father slowly, I slid out of the chair and walked back to my room in such a daze that it seemed like I had gotten there in only a few seconds. I sat myself on my bed and thought hard.

Something was very wrong with my life.

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I couldn't help to think of how helpless I was. Nothing. Forced into a live of misery by those people, I hardly argued. Forced because they would beat me. Then there was also the fact that if I still did what they told me, they would beat me anyway. I was puny, scrawny, though I couldn't help feeling less scrawny from my recent changes. I still hadn't gotten a good look at myself. I didn't want to be like this anymore. Why not start now? I knew nothing though, of the city. Where would I go? I had only just noticed that my bruses and gashes were gone. I could only see scars, and I was still a little sore.

I was forced out of my musings by a grown-up male voice.

"Hey, kid," He said. He was at least seventeen. He had a good muscular build and long spikey hair. I didn't know what to do. Was he good, or was he bad? I ran.

I can't remember running that fast in my whole entire life, not that it was that fast because I had Dudley's long, whale-sized pants dragging me down. I do know that he was chasing me, and he wasn't slow. Soon he cornered me. Behind me there was a very tall brick wall. No way for an escape.

"Hey kid, I'm not going to hurt you or anything," He said. There was something about his voice, though. It was different. I wanted to know what country he was from, not that it mattered. I was frozen and I coudn't move. "Why don't you come to my place? Hey, c'mon, you can be my lil' bro!" He smiled. After that it took just a little more pursuading.

The teen chuckled to himelf and nodded at me. I felt that I could trust him. So, I went with him to his place-- a rundown apartment building (not that I cared), where I met some of his buddies. They laughed when they saw me, and as I learned later, it was because they were getting a younger member of their group. They weren't laughing at me. I felt welcomed here. The fist day of my stay was spent thinking. This life would get some getting used to. From my being so shy, they would often tell my in playful voices to open up. I told myself that the Dursleys were gone. I was free. The second day of my stay was spent getting my long hair cut and spiked, a look that I really liked, and getting some new clothes.

I had shook my head at first, because I wasn't used to such attention, but they got me a haircut and some clothes for me anyway. Something I was really surprised about. When I asked, all Jake answered was that all he was doing was handing down the favor. Apparently, when he was my age he had been abandoned and found also.

Jake had dark chocolate colored hair that was jelled into long, individual spikes, and warm hazel colored eyes. He was seventeen, and I was correct. C.J. had blond hair that he just spiked normally, and greenish-blue eyes, and he was eighteen. Brandon had regular brown hair and eyes, and he was sixteen. Then there was Kevin, who had brownish-red hair that was spiked but short, and brown eyes. He was nineteen.

I met Ni (A/N: pronounced: Nee) on my third day. She had shoulder-length brownish-bond hair, more brown than blond, but was nothing preppy. She adored me. She thought i was the cutest thing in the world even when I pouted. She gave me the name Keeth since I had no name. That was it. I broke free of my shell and opened up. I had Family. An American family.

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So we go to the present...

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"C'mon, Keeth, wake up! Were going out to the city today to get some food. You know you want toooo...." Ni said in a playfull girlie voice. I smiled with my eyes closed, and struggled to get out of bed. It was then the mighty unusual happened. Jake had come in with a glass of ice-cold water to dunk on me, but when he did it, the glass jerked free of his glass and poared itself on him. The glass then dropped and shattered into a hundred peices on the floor. Everyone stared, and then all eyes were on me.

"I....I..." There were no words to say. Jake was standing like a goldfish, opening and closing his mouth. If it wasn't so serious, I would have laughed. The silence reminded me of the Dursleys, but nobody's face was growing purple-ish.

It was them that Ni started laughing with glee. She picked me up and spun me around and hugged me. "Your a wizard! YAY! Hahaha, Keeth, your a wizard!!"

My life changed that day. It changed a LOT. I was a wizard. Something I had come to beleive had never been real. I found out that Ni was a Squib, so she knew of magic. So did Jake, C.J., Brandon, and Kevin. Though they weren't wizards, they new about magic. That night I went to bed tired and confused. I had a weird feeling in me, and I didn't know what it was.

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I woke up early, so I stayed in bed and thought. I didn't want to be weak anymore. A thought came to me, and it seemed like the best idea ever. Jake would train me. I had seen his workout room. He would help me become strong, and Ni would teach me some magic. It was the happiest day of my life.

I went jumping down the stairs and woke up a very grumpy and tired Jake. He agreed, and the pushed me out of his room, muttering in a good way about annoying four-year-olds. Totally hyper, I went and woke up Ni. The bad things was, she didn't wake up so easily. I turned the lights on and off, took of her covers, and even jumped on the bed. She didn't wake up until I had started singing.

"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beeeer, take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall! 98 bottles of beer on the wall! 98 bottles of beeeeeeeeeeeeer........"

"Mph!" Ni said as I hit her with a pillow. "Whatisit?" She mumbled sleepily.

"Can you teach me magic, Ni?"

"Yeahsurewhatever...." She said, rolling over and covering herself with blankets. Just to be annoying, I started singing again.

"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beeeeer! Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall! 98 bottles of beer on the wall! 98 bottles of beeeeeer! Take one down, pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall! 97 bottles of--"

Ni had cought me with a pillow. I landed in a heap on the bed, laughing wildly. Ni was fully awake now.

"Who tought you that song?!?!" She screeched, but her eyes shone with happiness. "C.J.!!! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" Ni said, storming out of the room. She had agreed, though. I raced to my room, smile planted firmly on my face.

I was so happy that I got dressed immediately and waited at the foot of the stairs for everyone to get ready. I could hear C.J. tiredly trying to get a hyper Ni to stop attacking him. I waited until C.J. walked out of his room, hair in this place and that. He looked like a mess. He glared at me. I smiled sweetly at him.

And so we ate breakfast, and Jake took me to his training room.

But training wasn't that easy, though I never complained. Jake was a good trainer. Push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, running, and something I had never heard of before-- combat training. Karate. The Martial arts. Sword and dagger fighting, which he only showed me some moves wich I saved into my momory. For what reason, I had no idea why.

But then my life changed once again the next day, when I found out i couldn't do magic without something called a wand. I was so mad that Ni's hair turned blue.

Instead of getting mad though, she brightened up. She would help me control my accidental magic, which led to wandless magic. We did meditating, and she told me to say numerous amounts of Latin words. I could say them right, but nothing happened. Her hair stayed blue for a week, but to my surprise, she said she liked it. I laughed a lot after that.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" I said for my third time. The pencil rolled over. It might have been the air conditioning though.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" I said. "Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Leviosa!" I said in frusturation. I walked up to the table where the pencil was and blew hard, making the pencil roll of the table. "HA! You stupid pencil! You have no power over me! You are only a peice of wood! WOOD!!! I will keeel you!!" I pointed my finger menacingly at the pencil. It snapped in half. I whooped in joy at the same time that I heard clapping on the other side of the room.

I spun around, and there was Ni. I smiled, and she smiled back. "You hungry? I made you a sandwich," She said, handing me a plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on it, and a glass of milk.

"Yeah! Thanks, Ni," I said, and we both sat down on the couch. As I took my first bite, Jelly slopped out from the end of my sandwich and on to my plate. My face must have looked confused because Ni started giggling. "You know, when it does that, it's almost as if I was eating a sanwith made of bugs. As I bite through, all the bugs organs come out the other end."

Ni looked at me, and then started howling with laughter. I smiled and then joined it. Putting my plate on the table, I leaned my head against Ni's shoulder (ok, fine, I confess..... take out 'shoulder' and put 'arm'). She lifted my head a second and put her arm around me. We stayed in that comfortable silence for a while, until Ni grinned and started tickling me. Luckily, I was saved by Kevin who told me to go do training. He also, unfortunately had to deal with the wrath of a bored Ni. I almost felt bad for him.

On my way to the training area, my sight came to a door that was slightly open. I couldn't help it. I opened the door and peeked inside. There were lots of instruments. A drum set, three electric guitars, a microphone, and more. One electric guitar seemed to attrakt my attention, though, and it seemed like it was still plugged in.

Looking to see if anyone was near, i took the guitar and fastened it safely around my neck, so it wouldn't fall. I played a note. Then another. Then I played all the notes, and decided that I liked this guitar a lot. Trying to make some sort of a bad tuned song, I finally decidied that I would need lots of practice.

Playing another note, I almost just missed Jake and C.J. walk into the room where I was at. I stared up at them and put on the most innocent look that I could muster. I opened my eyes wide and put out my lower lip. C.J. smirked.

"Seems like someone wants to learn how to play the guitar," He said. I smiled big and wide, because I couldn't help it.

Just to probably make me upset, Jake smiled evilly and added, "Only after training." I gaped at him. I was so busy gaping that I hardly noticed when C.J. take the guitar. Jake then picked me up and put me firmly under his arm. Squirming madly but laughing at nothing in peticular, I couldn't fight myself out of Jake's firm grasp. I didn't stop until he put me down.

And the training begun. I don't know how long we trained, but we did for a long time. When Jake finally stopped to ask me if I was ready to learn the guitar, it was around nine. Three and a half hours. Ouch. I wouldn't quit so easily. Putting the soreness of my arms away so I wouldn't notice it, I let Jake teach me the guitar. I was surprised when I learned fast. By the end of that week, I could already play two songs by heart. Jake tought me the basics, and even played a few tunes himself. I found out that he was in an American rock band, here on vacation, and he was planning to go back soon. He told me that if I wanted, I could go with them. When I asked him why he was living in a rundown apartment building, he answered that it was where no reporters would find him. That week I had also improved on my magic. I could lift anything one inch above the ground. To me, it was loads of success.

That night I couldn't sleep. Something kept on bothering me. When I finally fell into a slumber, dreams of the past haunted me.

Two-year-old Harry (A/N: I will be always reffering to him as Keeth until further notice) struggles to carry a load of dirty dishes to the sink, when one accidentaly drops and smaches into tiny peices on the floor.

"BOY!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!" His UNcle roared. "LOOK AT THIS MESS!! We'll see where this gets you...." Taking Keeth by the collar of his shirt, he threw him across the room where he landed with a crack against the wall. Not completely satisfied, Vernon took out his belt....

As the scene changes....

On christmas, Dudley openes his new presents and brakes his new toy car. Deciding to stupidly test it, he throws it across the room where it shatteres and he wails and blames it on Keeth....

In a swirling black mist....

A hooded figure walks toward a nicely made house, and openes the door magicly... "Lily! Take Harry and go! Run! It's him!" There were muffled screams, and then a womans voice.

"Noo! Not Harry, please not Harry! I'll do anything! Not Harry, noo..." The womans voice faded as the life was sucked out of her. And then the man turned on him, and there was a blinding flash of green light--

I woke up panting, beads of sweat running down my face. I didn't notice that I was also crying until I let out a quiet sob. Breathing in and out, I crawled silently out of my bed. It was then when I noticed there was also blood. Blood rolling down my scar. My scar, which had dissappeared when I had come here. Closing my eyes, my mind flooded back to my dream which was fading quickly. Only one thing remained. The name Harry. Who was he? Keeping my eyes closed, I felt the blood on my face. For now I wished my scar back into hiding until neccessary, but my mind was in doubt. When I opened my eyes, my scar was gone, but the blood remained.

I walked silently to the bathroom and washed any signs of crying, swating, and bleeding completely off. Walking out, I noticed the light of Ni's room on. Walking in, I found that she was reading a book. Then she looked up, smiled, and patted the side next to her on the couch. I joined her gratefully, leaning into her. I didn't notice that I had fallen back to sleep.

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"Keeth! Lets go, skateboarding park!" Brandon said, grabbing his skateboard. I grabbed mine, and all six of the group including Ni went to the 'park'. Since England really didn't have any skateboarding parks in our area, we had made one ouselves out of wood. It was fun, anyway. Three months had past quickly for me. I learned a whole lot of new things, and it was now October. I was the happiest kid in the world. November first we would be leaving to America, and I already had my ticket.

Nothing would go wrong.

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YAWN. I'm sorry! It just so happends to be very late at night rite now, and i'm tired. Luckily its a SATURDAY. I'll start on my new chapter tomorrow. I think this is the longest chapter ever. I will be working on longer chapters hopefully, just if u wanna know.

As I said in the last chappie, PLEASE REVIEW!!!! I need reviews. If i don't get reviews, i might not continue this story, cuz maybe nobody likes me. "Now that wouldn't be too good, would it now precious?" Hahaha, Golumn said that, from L.O.T.R.

YAWN.

I think i better go 2 bed. Night everybody!! But first, i need to answer 2 my reviewers!!!

Chibi-NarutoKawaii - Thank you, thank you very much! The story WILL get better! (or at least I hope you think it will).

Burzrog Gurthiel - I posted! I hope u like my story, it will get better hopefully! I plan to update every Weekend, because school is a PAIN. -Sigh-

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--Niomi