I do not own Harry Potter and Diabolik Lovers. If I did, all my ships would come true and Cordelia would be dead in a ditch. Fucking bitch. =~=

Chapter 1

A small black haired child with unruly hair was sprinting down the streets of London, England. The child was frail and seemingly delicate and fragile like glass if one were to judge him by appearance. He could even be portrayed as an orphan if one were to even spare him glance. He wore a large grey ratty t-shirt and dark grey dirty shorts that had a few holes in them. The boy's eyes were the brightest and most beautiful shade of green almost like emerald jewels.

They would have been even more beautiful if they were filled with happiness and joy unlike his current emotions, which are fear, loneliness, and sadness. What is causing those feelings to be in those green eyes? No one knows except for the child who refuses to discuss what is wrong, like most people who are in his position.

This young and horribly malnourished child is known as in the muggle world: Harry James Potter, a nine year old, a troublemaker, freak, orphan and son of a 'drunk' and freaking father and a freak of a mother. But in the wizarding world, he is known as Harrison 'Harry' James Potter: the Boy-Who-Lived, The Savior of the wizarding world, Conqueror of the Dark Lord, and son of Lily and James Potter, respectable people of the Order of the Phoenix and Mistress of Charms and Master of Transfiguration, respectively.

Most people often imagine Harry to be a bright child, well fed, cared for, loved even, caring and even brave to the point to where it is reckless. Others think that he is a spoiled brat who would demand things from others along with being overly cocky and arrogant about everything that involved him or not. They expected him to live in a secret unknown location somewhere around the world with girls falling head-over-heels for him and a large home filled with lavish furniture with a stable filled with horses or even unicorns.

There were even those who believed he was magically and intelligently advanced than other children his age. Some even wrote things about the young boy about him knowing multiple things ranging from various topics and how he had the best tutors in the world with his studies along with multiple things just for money. It was all ridiculous and foolish along with idiotic to believe that the child was like this.

Harrison 'Harry' James Potter, in reality, was mostly the opposite of what they believed. Harry Potter was not well fed or cared for. He was not brave or even reckless. He was not spoiled nor was he arrogant and cocky. Girls did not fall for him. He did not live a large house with wonderful furniture that also held a stable on the grounds. He was not magically advance even if he did defeat the Dark Lord that stroke fear in everyone who knew of his name but he was intelligent.

Harry was not like a Gryffindor like most or rather everyone believed for him to be. He was cunning, sly, and had self-preservation along with intelligence to help benefit himself. Harry Potter was not the Golden Boy that everyone thought he would be but rather the Silver Boy (Like Gold – Gryffindor, Silver – Slytherin) or somewhat like a Snake Prince.

He did not go around saving others when he could be spending his time on surviving. He cared only for himself and fought for himself because no one else would stand up against his aunt, uncle, and bullies. The times he did go to someone for help or someone did notice, they mysteriously disappeared and was never seen again. But if they were seen again, they had no memories of what happened and about the information he found out about Harry.

There was also the fact that his 'family' spread rumors about him. None of them were 100 percent true. But due to the people that was around his aunt, uncle and cousin, they believed them; every single word. Some kids became his friend but after a few days, Harry had noticed the signs that his so called friends were just pretending to be his friend so he quickly dumped them and left.

He was hurt by the other children's actions but he came to realize that the world was an unnaturally cruel place to those who were different. Harry was different from them. He was much more intelligent than other children. He had magic; he was a half–blood. He was abused and neglected to the point where he would not trust anyone, even the adults at his school, who were there to make sure all their students were happy.

He could speak to snakes, which he found out once when his uncle locked him outside of the house when he did not come home in time to fix their dinner. He had spent the night in the cold and alone before finally finding a green garden snake that was roaming around in the garden. Unique insults came from the snake as the two held a conversation before agreeing on that the snake would stay with him as a companion, not a friend, but a companion.

Sadly enough Harry's first companion died when the poor young wizard turned six by Vernon Dursley due to his wife, Petunia, shrieking about a snake in the garden and the 'freak' was talking to it. Harry did try to stop his companion from being killed but with a swift kick to the ribs by Vernon; he was knocked to the ground harshly on his side, breathing unevenly with obvious signs of broken bones. Only mere seconds after that the great whale- I mean Vernon had a shovel, that he kept nearby, and brought it down hard on the snake.

Harry had to listen to the pained hiss-like screams and shrieks that came from the snake with wide sorrowful emerald green eyes. He continued to stare at the disfigured and mangled corpse of the snake with shock and sadness, which later turned into cold-blooded anger and hate towards the Dursleys.

That snake was his companion; his friend; the only person– animal to even care for him in it's own unique way and it was killed right in front of him. The scrawny black haired boy wanted to cry his heart out for the snake as he could feel salty tears gather in his eyes but he held them back not wanting to seem weak. When the sadness and the shock of having the snake killed in front of him passed, all was left was the burning hot anger at himself and his so-called family.

He was angry at himself at how pathetically weak and defenseless he was against Vernon and how he was unable to protect that snake, another living being, one that cared for him. He should have been stronger to stand up against Vernon since, after all, snakes look after each other since who else would protect a snake other than it's own. (Review if you understand what I meant by 'snakes look after each other since who else would protect a snake other than it's own.' By the way, I'm a Dark! Harry Potter and a Slytherin.) Harry was even a bit disappointed in himself by his own abilities. He was, to himself, special and unique, which made him different from those normal people who looked at him with hate and/or disdain. He was not like the others; he was better, superior.

But first he had to become brave enough to prove it and that is what he did. While Vernon continued to hack at the already dead snake with Petunia watching with wide horrified eyes at the sight of the snake while their pig of a son, Dudley, was hiding like the coward he was and still is behind his mother's legs, Harry slowly stood up. Ragged coughs racked through his small body, as he tasted a liquid irony copper in his mouth.

Ignoring that, he glared coldly and darkly at his uncle, jaded emerald green eyes sharp and angry. "Stop it." His voice unnaturally ice cold and unforgiving unlike how a child is suppose to sound of warmth and happiness, his was the exact opposite.

At the sound of the cruel tone, the fat walrus– Vernon– walrus (N/A what? We ALL know he's a walrus…a really ugly one…), directed his attention onto the abused boy, his beady eyes glaring right back but hints of fear were in them. The second the fear was gone from the older male's eyes and anger was in them sent warning bells throughout the Potter heir's head.

Despite that he stayed strong and held his ground as his uncle stomped over to him. "What did you say Boy?" Vernon growled at Harry causing him to mentally and physically braced himself knowing exactly what was going to happen to him. "I said. Stop. It." Harry spoke boldly and defiantly against the larger male. Vernon's face turned a nasty shade of purple out of anger and brought his fist down hard, directly on the young boy's head.

The meaty fist upon making contact caused a small cry of pain to slip out of his mouth. The punch had been a bit too hard for the black haired child and he was knocked out, his body crumpling to the ground. Not caring that his nephew was unconscious, he kicked the young wizard in the side hard four times. During the onslaught, Harry's face showed the pain he was feeling in his unconscious state. Seeing pain on the child's face brought sadistic pleasure to him and even a smile.

"Sweetie– Vernon-" Petunia Dursley called out to her husband from where she stood, "Hurry up and put the… the… freak back in the cupboard. The neighbors might see him like this and they could possibly be watching-!" Her eyes darted around the area hoping that no one had seen her abusive human's actions towards her sister's son.

Realizing what his wife was talking about, his eyes widen briefly before waddling over to the unconscious child and picking him up. Petunia stepped out of the way as Vernon walked back inside the house stating in a gruff voice, "No one saw anything. No need to worry Pet."

The skinny and bony woman looked like she wanted to say something but she kept quiet. She nodded her head like an obedient wife as she watched her husband throw her nephew into the cramped closet under the stairs. It wasn't long before she ushered her son and husband into the kitchen for dinner completely forgetting about the injured boy in her home.

As time passed, Harry's injuries had healed but his mental state had never healed. The death of his snake friend had more of an effect than what others would believe.

It was around the wintertime when it had happened. It was a Monday night about nine o'clock at night during a sudden blizzard. The Dursleys were not expecting the storm to happen due to the news never speaking of the storm so they believed the little Harry Potter was the cause of it. During dinner as soon as he saw the small black haired child, Vernon stood from his chair and grabbed Harry by his hair and forced him along to the basement.

Upon reaching the basement, he opened the door and shivered slightly from the cold air. He wasn't even bothered by the fact the child was yelling and struggling to free himself from the tight hold on him. When he did finally grow annoyed by the other's actions, he just threw the child into the room and slammed the door shut locking it merely seconds later.

Harry had flew and smacked hard into the cold stone basement wall and promptly was knocked out from the directly blow to the head. Upon waking up the next day, he noticed how cold it was around him. He wondered briefly how he got down there but then remembered that his bastard of an uncle threw him down him. Bright Emerald green eyes narrowed in silent anger and hate as he glared at the basement wall before sighing.

He slowly got up and limped towards a corner of the basement and curled up hugging himself to keep warm. It was a poor attempt to not freeze to death but it was better than nothing.

There he stayed for hours and hours. The temperature continued to drop causing him to lose the feeling of his limbs. There were even the large amounts of food he lacked due to his family's treatment of him. He was starving by now and his family was snug and comfortable upstairs being the content bastards that they were.

When it came to be Thursday, Harry couldn't move nor could he feel a thing. His skin was a whitish blue to purplish tint. His eyes, bright emerald green eyes, were lidded and dulled to the point he was dead or near death. His eyes had shifted a few times to examine his surroundings but soon stopped. His eyes slid shut as his breathing slowed to the point it was barely recognizable.

It wasn't long before his heart slowed down to the point it stopped beating which soon caused the rest of the major organs to soon fail merely seconds after. Harry Potter died that day but his soul wasn't.

Miles away a white haired teenager of the age fourteen had woken up from his nightmare memory. He shot up in his coffin, banging his head hard against the coffin door to the point where he broke open a part of it. Upon breaking it and hitting his head, a stream of curses left his mouth as crimson eyes glared at anything that was in front of him. The only time he did stop was when he heard someone's voice all out to him.

"Subaru. Get dressed. It's time for school."

Subaru's crimson eyes shifted over to where he heard the voice and laid his eyes upon his second oldest brother, Sakamaki Reiji.

"Fine. Whatever. Get out."

Was Subaru's short and aggravated reply which caused the other male to sigh silently and push his glasses up stating simply as he left the room, "Rude. You should be taking etiquette lessons." Subaru, hearing that, merely scowled and flipped the other the bird behind his back before getting out of his coffin and began changing his clothes.

To be honest, I've been working on this for a long ass time but I never had the chance to do it and finish it. So yeeeeah…. Thanks for reading~ Comment/Review, Favorite, Follow~