Hey again peoples. I usually update in the morning, but today I had to update now because I woke up late and I had to go eat lunch at someone's house. Sorry, but at least I'm trying to update every day!

IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm just writing this to tell you that I changed a few things... Kiara's teeth aren't black, their white, but her lips are black. Also, I switched Draco's birthday to June 31 instead of June 21. If any of you have objections, please put it in your reviews and i will see what I can do. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Nothing of J.K. Rowling's is mine... but the things that aren't hers are.

Enjoy the story people, and please don't forget to review! It's what motivates me.

Also, here are some languages…

"Speaking"

Thinking

-(All Creatures, a language lost long ago to Humans)-

/Parseltongue/

:-talking with someone else inside their head-:

---o---o---O---o---O---o---o---Two years later. Draco, Harry, and Kiara are all 3-year-olds.

I lived in a cupboard... and I didn't know the purpose of life anymore. I used to have parents that loved me... I remembered it all. Now, though, life was dull, hard, and very abusive.

Harry Potter woke up in silence. This would be another of the same days he had every day... and a lot of things had happened in the year and a half he thought he had stayed here. Harry Potter's eyes that had once been sparkling emerald green had taken on a slightly darker shade. They were still beautiful, but slightly haunting. Before you noticed his eyes, though, most noticed his scar, which, in his 'Aunt's' words, made him look freakish and ugly. His hair was slightly on the longish side and hung around two centimetres below his ears in length. His bangs hung over his right eye, but he could still see, and there were few bangs hanging over his left eye, which was where his scar was. His nose was small and cute, and he was very small in size, and if he lifted his shirt up he looked almost like a starved dog, even though his magic helped him with that by shrinking his stomach so he needed less food to survive.

Harry had found out more about the necklace he had found on his mum, and also more about his relatives.

He didn't know what any of the keys were for, but he found out that if he put it somewhere where nobody would see it or if he misplaced it, if he willed it back around his neck, it would appear there. The same went for everything else that was on his necklace. This gave him something to relax about... no one, especially the Dursley's, would be stealing his mothers necklace. No one.

The thing Harry found out about the Dursley's was that they were abusive, lazy, ignorant hypocrites that hated everything about him. They made him do impossible chores, and tortured him in ways no child should be, even if they spoiled their own son, Dudley. While Harry got good comments from teachers, Dudley didn't, and he got 'punished' for it. After a while, the Dursley's took him out of school entirely, claiming that he moved back with his parents. How he wished that was true.

The only good thing about all of this was that it taught him very wise things about life. Take what you get... you might not get it tomorrow was one of them. Another slightly good thing was that Dudley, who was the same age as Harry but a few months older (April), made Harry do all of his homework for him (ABC workbooks mostly). This might have been a bad thing for any other kid, but Harry didn't mind it. He was happy that he was, in fact, getting smarter while Dudley was getting dumber. Anyway, when Dudley got into the first grade, the teachers would fail him anyway. Harry didn't mind that at all. Harry was only a few steps away from being able to read, while Dudley only knew the first two letters of the alphabet.

"Boy!" he heard his 'Aunt' call him from the kitchen gleefully, "Come make breakfast for Dudders!" This was one of the Dursleys' favourite game. They would call him for something, but would 'forget' that he had a lock on his cupboard. Then his uncle would get mad and he would get punished for it. The best way to live in the Dursley household, though, was to have an outer mask. That way no one could see any of your emotions. It helped Harry a lot.

A few seconds passed. "BOY!" He heard his 'Uncle' call, "WHAT DID YOUR AUNT JUST CALL YOU FOR!" Inside his cupboard, Harry let out a sigh. He heard the lock unlock, and the door flew open. The only thing he was able to see was Dudley laughing before the first hit came.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!" Slap, hit, punch, kick, "WHAT DO WE DO FOR YOU! GIVE YOU A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD," punch, "CLOTHES," kick, "AND FOOD! YOU REPAY US BY DOING NOTHING?" slap, hit, choke… choke!

Harry was slammed into the wall with a strong force, and he smelled his uncle's breath, which was (not surprisingly) horrible. He also noticed that he couldn't breath.

"Go make breakfast," His uncle said, in a horribly scary voice, and he let go of Harry, who dropped the three feet to the floor, but fell naturally on all fours.

Sore, he made breakfast as fast as he could and rushed back to his sanctuary which was his cupboard where he could suspect his injuries. He guessed that he had a hand mark around his neck area, his cheek, and his stomach. Harry closed his eyes and laid-down on his cot. These were the times he missed his parents most. Why did he have to stay here? Why couldn't Uncle Siri take him in? Or Uncle Moony?

Harry didn't do magic in front of the Dursleys… he never had. He had a feeling that they knew what he was and hated him for it. Instead, he made the few toys that he had real and watched them battle. If he did anything else, he would get punished for it. When he was smaller, he summoned a small spider, and he had a long conversation with her that lasted throughout the night. He never summoned another again, though, for his aunt had killed her the minute she saw the spider. She had been his only friend, and that night she had visited him in his dream, in spirit form, and he had gotten to say sorry… but it was the last time he saw her.

Suddenly becoming very tired, Harry dozed off…. To be woken up by a very angry Uncle Vernon. "GET YOUR LAZY ARSE UP AND CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE! I WANT IT SPARKLING IN ONE HOUR STRAIGHT, DO YOU HEAR! IF YOU DON'T, THERE WILL BE NO FOOD FOR A WEEK! I'm going out to buy something I've been waiting for."

Scrambling quickly out of his cupboard so he didn't get punished for slowness, he quickly got a brush and started scrubbing the floors. Putting his attention elsewhere while he scrubbed, he noticed that Dudley was scrambling onto a stool to get a glass to drink, when he smiled slowly, looking at Harry… and purposely grabbed the strainer where there was a full load of dishes and pulled—

The whole strainer fell onto the floor, and everything in it broke, making a lot of noise, but nothing fell on Dudley. After that, nobody spoke for five whole seconds, until Dudley, finding an idea, started crying… very loudly, which is when Petunia made an entrance into the kitchen.

"WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU LITTLE FREAK?" She screamed at him, making him flinch from the loudness, as she quickly but carefully went to go get Dudley. As hippo-like as he was, she was still able to carry him.

"CLEAN IT UP!" She yelled, and Harry obeyed immediately. If his Uncle came home and saw this… even though it wasn't his fault—

The door opened and slammed shut, and Vernons purple face appeared into Harry' vision. Grabbing Harry's hair roughly with one hand, he pulled him to the sink and forced Harry's mouth open. Struggling wildly, and wondering what pains his uncle could bring him, he came back to reality when something was forced into his mouth.

A week before the incident, Harry's Aunt Petunia had made a hot sauce for Vernon that was painfully hot, and Vernon only used a tiny drop of it himself. Harry found out what it tasted like, after his Uncle had forced a dishwashing liquid into his mouth and down his throat. The burning sensation was horrible. Harry was thrown into his cupboard, hot sauce dribbling down his chin. Afraid to make any noise, he washed his mouth out with his blanket, and wished he had something cool to drink… and a glass of milk appeared right in front of him. Thankful for his new talent, he gulped down the drink and sighed in relief. The glass disappeared after that.

How he wished he was powerful enough to leave the Dursleys.

(A/N: I don't know if that was a little rough for you guys, and if it was I'm terribly sorry, but this will be mentioned in the future and I didn't want you guys thinking he wasn't abused at all! What is this crazy writer thinking? But I'm happy to say the torture caused by fat— err, Dursley hands will be over in this chapter. Thank you.)

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My dad had started drinking. I hadn't thought it was so bad until he started getting abusive, which is when I started getting scared. I knew he wouldn't do anything to Kiara, she was the Dark Lords daughter after all, but I wasn't so sure about my mum. I hardly saw her anymore. I was starting to learn how to read and write with other training as well that I didn't understand. If I so much as smiled, my dad would get abusive once again.

I had to learn how to use a dagger, and I was sure they were making Kiara learn as well. I suppose it was for our own good and our safety, but it was the only thing allowed into my life. My dad had countless meetings with other Death Eaters, and they did countless raids.

My masks on the outside were getting stronger. I had to show no emotion for my dad to be pleased with me, which I wanted him to be. He never seemed to be pleased with anything, these days.

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Voldemorts Soul, helped by a snake, was making its way back to where he knew his Manor was. It took him a long time… two long years to get to this point, and he was so close! How that Potter brat had survived the Killing Curse he would have to find out. Why he had a second form similar to that of his daughters he would have to find out also.

Word was, along the snakes, that there was a second Prophecy made, and that the Children of Magic were mentioned in it. If any snakes knew the Prophecy, they did not tell him.

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Kiara watched her witch figure zoom around her room. She had been given a lunch break that was for three hours. Then she would start her learning again.

Suddenly, an idea struck her, and, summoning the witch figure back to her, she programmed the witch to be able to send letters. Folding the piece of paper she had been drawing on, she told the witch to take it to Draco. With an odd "Meeheeheeheeee" as a laugh, the witch zoomed out of the room, and for the first time in a long time, Kiara smiled and actually meant it.

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When Draco saw the witch he had given to Kiara a few years back, he had to smile. She was probably on lunch break, just like him.

It dropped a piece of paper into his hands and zoomed around his head. He unfolded the paper and smiled. If it was what he thought it was, it was a skeleton with its tongue sticking out, wearing a top hat and holding a cane. He smiled a sad smile, wanting to see Kiara again, when an idea struck him. She would understand his drawing, he was sure of it.

---o---o---O---o---O---o---o--- ONE year later, Harry's birthday

Harry was outside, furiously weeding the garden. If he wasn't done with all of his chores by the time his uncle came home, he would regret it. He still remembered the hot sauce incident, and he didn't want it to happen all over again.

Suddenly, out of know-where, he heard a clear, female voice.

-(Hello, Dante)- Harry glanced up at the creature, but didn't stare. It was a beautiful dragon-like creature, but very small, about half Harry's size. Her scales were black and smooth, but very strong, and her wings were folded along her back but larger than her body, so she could fly. Her wings also seemed to be lined with feather-like scales… strong but soft. She had a couple of horns on her head and some smaller ones running down her back.

-(How do you know my real name?)- Harry asked curiously. The Dragon sneezed, and flicked a fork-like tongue at Harry. She was laughing.

-(You are my Chosen, Dante, so of course I know your name. My name is Nocturna, but you may call me Nox if you wish. Now, before you ask any questions, when you are born, some people may have a creature of some type as Familiars that will appear sometime in their lifetime. When your Familiar is born, they have a connection to their Chosen that they follow until they are found. In other words, I am your Familiar and you are my Chosen. It's mainly like a friend for life, because we cannot be separated for long periods of time, and I cannot die until you do.)-

Harry, putting all of the new information locked safely into his brain, he tried not to look too overjoyed, but failed, and he smiled whole-heartedly… but it soon disappeared.

-(You can't stay here! My Uncle would… he would….)-

And as if someone called him to say he won the lottery, Vernon Dursleys car drove into his driveway. Only… his car was wrecked, and it was a miracle that it was still working.

Vernon Dursley staggered out of the car, noticeably drunk and carrying something in his hand. Not recognizing the object in his Uncles hand, Harry only stared.

"You…. Freak…. MADE me crash…. My car…. You…. Arse…."

But, suddenly, Dante (A/N: I'm switching to his real name now) felt a rush of defiance against his Uncle. He didn't want to take it anymore.

His Uncle pointed the object at him, and pressed a trigger… and a loud shot rang out, but it was as if in slow motion, because Dante felt a rush of exhilaration, a wanting to be somewhere else, and, turning into his Natural form, he disappeared.

They were only lucky that nobody else saw a thing.

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Sorry I'm putting this on the site so late, guys! After I came back from the lunch I typed, but then I found out I had to go somewhere else! Then my Aunt wanted to get on the computer after that. So its really late now and I'm sorry, but I did my best.

Also, that is the end to Dursley abuse. Say bye-bye, please. :)

Thanks to everyone that reviewed,

Blue Werewolf Boy: Thank you! But no, I haven't read it yet. I HAVE heard that it was really bad in some parts. Here's what happened next!

goddessa39: no, I don't like the whole Harry-is-evil-and-joins-Voldemort stuff. Its just a Dark!Harry fic, and no, he's definitely not evil.

Sarah R Potter: Thank you, and here it is! Yea, I made him go through a lot, didn't I? It'll start to get better from here on, I… think…. :)

Thanks for staying patient with me, guys, if you haven't abandoned me yet:P

-RedVenom