Hey there everyone I was kind of chilling out when I was struck by an idea for a unique crossover! I hope you all enjoy it and please feel free to leave a review. As always I don't own Harry Potter but would love to. TW/ There is some child grooming in this chapter. It is not sexual in nature but you are warned nonetheless. AN: This is a fix/reupload that wasn't requested because I felt I rushed the ending. I hope you enjoy it. Please review.

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Rubeus Hagrid looked with horror upon the wreckage that was once the Potter Cottage. Large wet tears dropped down his cheeks as he tried to build the courage to go inside. A man by the name of Sirius Black stood next to him in a similar state of shock. He had just lost two of his best friends and his god...son. Just then he heard something that gave him pause. A high-pitched crying rose over the crackling of nearby flames.

"Oh Merlin, It's Harry!" Sirius half sobbed half shouted as he finally moved, taking off through the remains of the entrance to the house. He almost stopped when he saw the unblinking body of James Potter tossed to the side to grow cold like so much rubbish. But he couldn't stop now and so kept rushing up the stairs, taking them three at a time. He reached the top and found a scene that made him stop cold. Lily lay on the floor without a mark, her face seemed serene and even… accepting, almost as if she were sleeping. In the crib was a distraught Harry, a little tuft of black hair was already growing from his head. Worryingly, half of his face was covered with drying blood. He was bawling and reaching towards his Mum's prone form as best as he could with his pudgy little hands. Trying to touch someone who would never hold him again.

Fury began to rise in Sirius' chest at the sheer unfairness of it. A child left without parents, both of them cut down in their youth, and he knew who was responsible. Already planning what to do with Peter he grabbed what he could from the nursery. A picture of Harry's parents together with him. A blanket. Harry's favorite stuffie, a muggle black dog stuffie Harry called Pa'foo. With all this together he carefully carried Harry downstairs once more, passing by his best friend's cooling corpse. There would be time to mourn later right now he had to get Harry safe and wreak his vengeance on the one who brought this tragedy on. He made his way towards Hagrid who was now outright bawling.

"Hagrid, get it together. Muggles are going to be here investigating soon and the Aurors won't be far behind. We need to leave. You take Harry back to Dumbledore, he'll know what to do HE has to." Hagrid sniffled a few more times before blowing his nose loudly into his tablecloth before reaching for the bundle in Sirius' arms as he spoke.

"Wha' are yeh gonna do?" He asked, noticing that Sirius didn't mention coming with him. A shadow passed over the other man's face

"I have some business to take care of." He replied simply, belying the dark rage the simmered just beneath the surface, he waved in the direction of his bike. "Take my ride. It should get you both there safely." Hagrid nodded at this and swung one large leg over the bike. With one last sad look at the house, he revved the engine and took off into the night.

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'Another mistake, more lives lost…' Dumbledore thought to himself bitterly. Sometimes being looked up to as a leader could weigh so heavily on one's conscience when it ended in failure. He was the one who told the Potters and Longbottoms to go into hiding. All because of that thrice-damned prophecy. He continued ruminating as he hurriedly marched towards the Hospital Wing. He had used a Patronus to tell Hagrid to take Harry directly there. Poor Harry… He had no idea the events that had been set into motion by Voldemort that would take control of his life from here on. He entered the ward in a hurry to see Madame Pomfrey already bustling around the ward and fussing over the babe. A scar seemed to dominate half of the child's face arcing in a thin lightning bolt that crossed vertically over his right eye. Even with all of that, the boy seemed content for the moment.

"How is he, Poppy?" He asked while gazing down at Harry. She froze and had a worried expression which caused a twinge of worry to pass through Albus' stomach. "What is it?" She hesitated for a second longer before speaking.

"Physically he's fine but considering his curse scar I ran some additional tests and… he doesn't appear to have any magic." Immediately alarmed Dumbledore pulled out his wand and began murmuring over the child while waving complex patterns in the air. The results he got back almost made him faint. Harry had no magical core to speak of. This was either a disaster in the making or a stroke of fortune for the poor boy. He could grow up without having to ever know about the magical world. He could grow up normally… yes this could work. His mind made up, he turned to the Matron.

"Heal him as best you can Poppy, I think it's best if we leave him with his muggle relatives to live a normal life." She seemed saddened by this but nodded and went about grabbing different topical healing potions. In about 30 or so minutes Harry was sleeping peacefully swaddled in his blanket. Dumbledore picked him up admiring the peaceful innocence that all young faces seemed to hold before bringing him back to Hagrid and giving him the address for Number 4 Privet Drive and promising to meet him there later. He busied himself with making sure things were all in order and writing a letter explaining the situation to Lily's only living relative, her sister Petunia. He finished quickly and apparated to the end of Privet Drive to make sure people wouldn't notice Hagrids entrance. His trusty Deluminator in hand.

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Petunia had slept amazingly. Life was great. She had a husband who loved her and a sweet baby boy for her to cherish. She was the envy of the other wives on Privet drive with her almost obsessively manicured lawn, hedges, and flower bed. What more could she want? She had just finished cooking breakfast for Vernon and her darling Dudders before she heard a knock on her door.

'Who could be calling at this hour?' she idly wondered to herself as she moved to the entryway. She would later swear upon her recollection that the door had an imposing aura about it before she opened it. The door swung open to reveal the postman.

"Er… Good morning. Can I help you with something?" The postman looked at her for a second before speaking.

"Well, you see Mrs. Dursley I was gonna put your mail in the slot but well…" He gestured downwards drawing her eyes there. What she saw made her gasp. A small child in a basket clutching a stuffed dog with naught but a letter and a blankie with him.

"Oh goodness!" she near-shouted in surprise. She picked up the letter and noticed how odd the paper felt under her fingers as she broke a wax seal and opened it. A quick read explained who the child was. Quickly apologizing and saying she just received bad news as she took the baby indoors with the mail to finish reading the letter.

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A now 5-year-old Harry was helping his Aunt with the dishes as she finished cooking dinner. He may not be loved like a son would be but he was treated like family at least. He liked to help out any way he could, which earned him a sort of gratitude from his Aunt and Uncle who only got an attitude from Dudley when they asked him to do something. Not that things were all bad with Dudley who took to a sort of big brother role for the naturally smaller and weedier Harry. Picking on him occasionally but ultimately stepping in if he got bullied by anyone else. After all, what were big brothers for? Unfortunately for Harry, Petunia had forgotten that she had placed a rather large kitchen knife in the bubbly water and Harry found it in a bad way.

Petunia tried to stifle the blood coming out of the crying child's hand with a rag but the damage was done and she knew she'd have to take him to the ER. She bundled both of the kids in the car while apologizing profusely to Harry for forgetting to tell him about the knife. Unbeknownst to the Dursleys and Harry, the accident didn't go unnoticed. Thinking Harry had no magic, Dumbledore had never set up any wards around the Dursely's home. He was wrong. Harry's magic had become infused with his own body after he was struck with the curse and his blood had a heavy magical presence. This combination of factors led to someone, or thing as the case may be, noticing when his blood was spilled.

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Lissandra was way out of her hunting zone. She had been tracking this drunkard wizard for quite a while now waiting for a good time to strike. Her lip curled as she looked down at his unconscious form. Just what she had been reduced to? Consuming alcohol gave a nasty flavor to blood and yet that was all she was able to safely hunt for anymore. She was just leaving the alley when she caught a whiff of the strongest blood she'd ever smelled in her 600 years of life. Even knowing it was most probably a bad idea she began tracking the smell across the suburbs of London. Her mind was fogged by the strength of the blood and her teeth were poking out just from the thought of tasting it.

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Thankfully Harry hadn't needed any stitches, just some antibacterial ointment, and bandaging. Petunia had gotten both of the boys some fast food burgers along with a salad for her and a meal for Vernon because dinner was never finished. They all enjoyed a quick meal before going to bed for the night, unaware that things would never be the same.

Outside among the perfectly manicured lawns and neatly trimmed hedges, Lissandra crept slowly up to where the smell was coming from. Like a shadow, she slowly opened a window in the room and found what she was looking for. She was a bit surprised that it was a small child but the scent on him was clear and potent. Getting an idea she swiftly bundled up the child in his bedding to carry him while letting him remain asleep and swept him off into the night.

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Later

Harry woke up cold and uncomfortable. It took him a few moments to realize that he was in an unfamiliar place. As he was looking around more he realized he was in a cave. All of a sudden a voice rang out from a dark corner spooking him.

"Ah good, you're finally awake," Lissandra said with a lilting tone as she appeared. Harry was becoming so scared that he was shivering uncontrollably. Unbeknownst to him, this fear was only making her thirstier as she approached him.

"Wh-Who ar-are you?" He asked, trying his best to be brave. Lissandra smiled a wicked smile as she finally got close enough to pull him towards her.

"I'm your mum dear." Was her reply as she embraced him. She felt him go stiff in her arms as he wondered if what he had always hoped for was coming true. His mum came back for him? Despite the family, his Aunt and Uncle had presented he had a niggling hope that he would see… her again. The red-haired woman who showed up in his best dreams. Lissandra wasn't aware of the fact that her deep red hair helped with her manipulation. Harry's thoughts rapidly stopped though as she leaned down to sink her fangs into his neck. A pleasant almost euphoric fog came over his mind. So this was what a Mother's embrace felt like?

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Harry tried his best to hold back the tears at how bad his hands ached from scrubbing the floor all day. Tears made Mother angry. A lot made Mother angry actually and it was hard to judge her mood most days. He sometimes found himself daydreaming about warm beds and hot meals like he used to get from Aunt Petunia. Mentioning his old home made Mother very angry. Angry enough that she would lock him in the Dark Room till she felt he was sorry enough. He knew when she was hungry because she would start acting nicer to him for a bit. It kind of made him wish she was hungry more often. When she bit him he felt nice and warm and didn't hurt all over anymore. Things had seemed to be going well too. She cared for him and brought him plenty of food and kept the house they lived in warm. Then she just slowly… stopped. Like she was becoming more distant. What hurt more than his aching muscles or the hunger was how it felt to lose his mother a second time. What did he do wrong? He started scrubbing with renewed vigor. Maybe she would love him again if he did a good job.

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"I WANNA GO HOME!" Harry shouted at the woman. His voice cracked halfway through from how hard he was sobbing. He sobbed because he was tired of moldy food and sleeping with bugs. She just seemed to forget about him more and more no matter how much he tried to be good. He was so angry at her that he wouldn't stop yelling no matter how much she tried to guilt him into feeling ungrateful. Lissandra glared at the petulant child and wondered not for the first time if it was even worth the effort keeping the brat alive. She had grossly underestimated her ability to raise a child and quickly found her patience gone. His tantrums and whining had pushed her past the boiling point and in her rage, she slapped him hard across the cheek. Her nails left three gashes from his left cheek almost to his nose under his eye. She then picked him up and bodily tossed him in the room she had built to confine him.

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He had no idea how long he had been in The Dark Room. A long time is all he knew and he was getting very hungry. He was even so thirsty that tears refused to come. God how he hated her. The pain in his face was a constant reminder that she had never cared for him. He was slowly losing consciousness when he heard something that dragged him back to the waking world. A sound like clashing metal and shouts was slowly getting louder. He heard that woman screaming in pain and rage before it suddenly cut off. He heard loud footsteps coming close so he stayed quiet in the fear that whatever was coming would hurt him too. The voices he heard shouting earlier got closer and became clear enough to understand. He heard them say something about being able to smell a human. This made him begin to tremble violently as he curled up into a ball. Lissandra had occasionally talked about how he smelled and if she was really a Monster then so could these people. He let out a whimper by accident as the steps got closer and closer to the door and he waited for the inevitable.

The door creaked open and he saw a man and a woman wearing thick, stiff-looking clothes and swords on their backs. The woman quickly rushed forward to see if he was okay and he lurched away from the sudden movement. She made sounds of concern as the man spoke.

"We need to go, I think we should bring him to the boss." The woman nodded as she went to pick him up. Harry panicked at this and started hitting her with all the force his weak limbs could muster. This seemed to amuse that man, "The boys got some spunk." She quickly restrained him and began to carry him outside. Unable to move and even more tired now that the excitement was over he succumbed to sleep.

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Harry woke up warmer than he could remember being for a long time. He opened his eyes to the almost too bright lights of a hospital room and tried to sit up before he heard a gruff voice. Sitting off to the side was a man who fit every definition of the word 'Grizzly' He had pure white hair pulled back into a ponytail complemented by a half-shaven beard and more facial scarring than Harry himself had. But the most captivating thing was the man's eyes. They were an almost glowing yellow with slit snake-like pupils. Said captivating eyes were currently fixed on him and seemed to be judging his worth somehow.

"Easy now boy, you lost a lot of blood." The man said in a deep course tone. The man startled Harry out of his thoughts by speaking again.

"Tell me, boy. Do you want to be able to fight for yourself? To never have to be that scared again?" Harry thought for a second. He remembered the rage he felt towards the woman who tried to act like his mother. How weak and dependent she made him feel. He nodded with as serious a look as he could muster. This seemed to be enough for the man as he leaned back in his chair.

"Then I'll train you." He said with finality in his voice as he got up to leave. "For now get some rest, then you will begin training." He was stopped at the door by Harry speaking for the first time.

"What's your name?" He turned to favor the boy who went through a nightmare but still had enough will to meet his gaze. "Geralt" he replied simply before leaving. The door quiet clicking behind him.

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So that's my first chapter. I hope you all enjoy it.