Sing the praises of my Beta Oirarana!!!!!! This chapter is now fixed up and all the better for it.

Disclaimer/Warning/Summary? See Chapter 1.

So a big WARNING: There is child abuse in the following chapter. It actually shocked me at how violent it came out. Now i know everyone loves to pick on Harry but I'm not doing it just to torture him. There is a reason. It might not come to like until later. I'm thinking you'll get a hint when he hits 9 years but it won't actually come out until he's 13. The reason for abuse not the abuse itself. Anyway if you don't want to read it skip the last paragraph with the Dursleys. It's important but it's not necessary for you to read.

Pronunciation: Osset're. (O-set- ry)

Hylaarr. (Hi-lar) Although I do add those extra 'a' and 'r' when I say it so it kinda rolls a bit.

Saith. Now thats up to you. (If you rhyme with wraith thats fine.) or (Saith as in 'saith the lord') Both have connotations to the meaning of the word and what effect it will have on the character in the future. Can you guess?

Chapter Two

October 30th

Afternoon.

Two years later.

Wide green eyes took in the bags of sweets and cakes and candies that Petunia Dursley handed him. He hadn't even know there was so much candy in the store let alone anyone could buy that much. Shouldn't there be a law on how much sugar a person could buy? The dark headed boy snorted at himself for the thought as he took the heavy bags carefully. Of course if there were such a law Petunia Dursley would find a way around it for her own Diddy-kins.

"Watch those bags, Boy!" She snarled in a voice sharp, but soft lest the neighbors strain to hear. "You'll not drop a single toffee if you know what's good for you!"

The three year old child hunched his shoulders a bit and gripped the bags more firmly. "Yes, Aunt." He said softly and carefully but quickly took the bags into Number Four Privet Drive.

Most people who watched the small child help bring in the groceries would smile and soften at the sweet sight. He was a darling thing to look at and anyone in their right mind would compliment him on being such a good helper and promise him one of the sweets he so diligently carried into the kitchen.

A more cynical beast would allow that he was only being so helpful in order to get such a treat but wouldn't be able begrudge him that prize. Anyone of course but the Dursleys. Upon his arrival in the kitchen an overly large man with a rather ugly mustard colored mustache snapped to attention and watched him suspiciously.

"Boy!" He boomed, starting to turn red. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

The boy in question had frozen at the first word and his shoulders hunched a forward a bit more, his eyes lowered respectfully. "Helping Aunt with the groceries, Uncle," he said softly just enough to be heard but not an intrusive nor aggressive reply. Indeed the way he said it offered itself to be ignored if you were so inclined.

"Are you indeed?" He mused a bit softer but no less aggressively. "I could have sworn you were skulking into the kitchen as fast as you could in order to snatch a sweet before your Aunt could put them away. Knew once she did that you'd be caught if you tried to nob one later, eh?"

The boy tensed a bit but held himself silent. The thought ran through his head that his Aunt had bought the things herself and therefore knew what she had purchased and even if didn't remember the receipt would have an account of it as a reminder. As well as opening a bag before someone else did was a sure way to get caught. He didn't even contemplate voicing that though. Even at the age of three he knew better.

The large man grew impatient with the boy's silence. He grew more red. "Well boy!"

The child studied the floor with intense concentration. "I was in a hurry to reach the kitchen, Uncle." His reply was a bit louder this time and he allowed himself to fidget in an almost guilty manner. He was forbidden lying but no one had ever said anything about acting like he had done something wrong.

The larger man visibly relaxed and smiled cruelly at the boy. " I thought as much you horrid boy." He was gloating as he took a step forward. " Always sneaking about, stealing and what not." He was now directly in front of the boy and just watched him. Then without warning he hit the child, an open palm to the side of the head. It wasn't a slap though and the child swayed but stayed silent. He knew from experience that his head would throb and he'd be dizzy for a few days. He kept his gaze on the floor.

"Well boy! Get those groceries on the table." The large man was calmer now and nearly said that in a jolly way as he turned to lumber into the hallway to see what was keeping his wife.

Once his uncle was gone he was quick to put the bags on the floor by the table then maneuver a chair out and climb onto it. Carefully leaning off he pulled up one bag and got it on the table. Then reaching down he pulled up the other one. A loud thudding noise sounded from the second floor and started down the stairs. The small boy hurried to push the second bag on the table and then started to climb down. The thudding noise hit the first floor and pounded into the kitchen just before he could touch the ground.

Within a moment the boy and been shoved aside and fell the last few feet to the floor, landing in an awkward sprawl. With a sigh he watched as a smaller version of his uncle reached for a bag and managed to get a hold of one. He'd been to hasty and hadn't pushed them both to the center of the table. His taller cousin was able to reach just enough to clamp his fat fist around the plastic and pull the bag closer. Within seconds of that the bag was open and another containing sweets was ripped open as well. Barely a minute had passed and the little fists were both gripping candy tightly and the pink gaping maw was stuffed full of dark brown chocolate.

It would have been cute Dudley Dursley weren't such a little monster.

The front door opened and swung shut again and the boy scrambled to get up off the floor, wincing as he pushed himself up with his wrist, discovering the result of the short fall.

"The nerve of that woman, Vernon, calling that..that boy a huge help. If she really knew how he is she'd be horrified!" Petunia was nearly shrieking in outrage by the last word and as loud as that was it was no match for her husband.

"She couldn't handle the boy for a week without calling the hospital or the authorities." His voice boomed in angry agreement. "That woman is nothing but a brainless nosy harridan, Pet." With that last word Vernon Dursley came puffing into to kitchen carrying another four bags of what looked like, candy, cakes, and other sweets.

He immediately stopped and put them on the floor just barely giving his wife room to maneuver into the kitchen with her hands gripping more bags though these looked to be normal groceries. She set them down and her eyes seemed pulled against their will to the little monster stuffing himself with chocolate. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the candy and tracked to the ripped bag then to the boy who had started to pulled the bags his uncle had left on the floor across the kitchen to the table as they were to heavy for him to lift.

"Boy!" Shrieked Petunia Dursley sounding like a train set to take off. "How dare you get into Dudley's sweets!"

The boy, who had looked up to meet her eyes at boy couldn't help his eyes widening in shock at the accusation before he quickly dropped them to the ground and straightened careful to bow his head and shoulders.

"And don't give me that look boy!" she shrieked like a whistle "You know very well Dudley couldn't reach that bag himself nor open it if he could!"

The boy, Dudley, paused in his eating long enough to swallow. "Harry did it." he said before stuffing more chocolate into his maw nearly adding the wrapper too.

She would have continued that tirade but Vernon had finally caught his breath and stalked over to boy, Harry. Faster than you would have though possible he had boy's wrists in hand and was dragging the child across the kitchen to the hall. Harry knew better than to struggle. Vernon Dursley was nearly red with anger but made an odd sort of humming noise despite that.

He yanked open a small door that was barely twice the height of the three year old and stuffed the docile child into the cramped little cupboard, his humming, even louder. The cupboard under the stairs was a tiny thing, perhaps big enough for a vacuum and some brooms but not much else. It was tall and narrow and deep and no adult would be able to fit themselves in such a tight space.

But Vernon Dursley did not mean to go inside. He merely reached in and grabbed two dangling thick metal pieces that had obviously been forced to assume the small ring shape they were in. The both had thick rope wrapped around them and Vernon pushed the three year old's wrists into the tight metal and secured them with an extra bit of rope that dangled for that purpose. Then with a yank on the rope the child's arms went up and he very nearly dangled off the floor.

With the child unable to move or struggle Vernon took his time, slapping the child a bit, enjoying it as the small boy would hit the wall. He eventually got bored with that and smashed a fist into the child face. The boy fell unconscious either from the blow or hitting his head against the wall of the cupboard as he swung.

Vernon grunted in satisfaction and huffed a bit. His eyes watched the boy as he swung waiting for a movement any sign that the boy was feigning his unconscious state. After a bit he was satisfied, and pulled away from the cupboard and shut the door. There was a nice padlock on it and he made sure that was secure before he left the boy alone. He trembled slightly as he walked away, and couldn't force himself to look back at the locked door. The lock should hold. They hadn't had to replace it for nearly a year.

July 30th

Evening

Harry woke to setting sun gently kissing his face. He moaned a bit and rolled over to look around what he saw made him grin, he was back. The room he was in was a large chamber like thing, you could fit the whole of number 4 inside it he often thought and was very close to being right too. The room was large, an off white golden marble made up the whole of it walls, floor and ceiling which stretched up 30 to 35 feet in some places. In it were couches and chairs surrounding a fireplace that could accommodate Vernon Dursley with room to spare.

Across from that was an overly large bed, metal poles spiraling up into a canopy with wisps of fabric clinging here and there. The bed was covered in piles of fabric all hues of gold, white, and red with a few shocking splashes of blue here and there. The corner between the bed and the fireplace was not really a corner but half the room with window stretching along the wall to the bed and two large golden twin doors along the wall by the fireplace. A table waited a few feet from those doors separating the siting area from the entrance.

Directly passed the fireplace on the other side were another set of doors, slightly smaller, that lead to a glorious bathroom Harry had only peeked in. There was another set of doors that led to different room.

Tall windows revealed that room to the main one, stretched out beneath them was a bench where Harry now sat. Plants, herbs, flowers and such stretched along beneath them on a table and shelves just after the bench. The last wall was dedicated to windows as well, but had yet another set of doors and both of which opened up into the outdoors.

Harry had never been able to go out those doors, indeed he had never been able to leave this large room but that was really no hardship. He sat up slowly grinning at the lack of pain. Oh he knew it was only temporary, this was just a dream after all but nothing had ever pleased him more than to find himself in this dream scape.

Now Harry was only three, and although he was very intelligent he didn't know how he had such dreams, and in a childlike way didn't care, for nothing could hurt him. It wasn't because he could make things happen or call up imagined monsters to protect him, it was because no one could see him, in fact no one could touch him either.

He had started having these dreams a little over a year ago though he wasn't really aware of how long he'd been having them. To him it seemed like forever. He did, however, recall being wary, watching unobtrusively and cringing when he thought he might be noticed. It took someone looking directly at him and not registering his presence that made him realize this was a dream. It wasn't real. There was no such place except when he slept. And he didn't visit every night, only those nights when he was hurt so bad he was tugged down into sleep almost unwillingly. But never unwilling to come here.

The large golden doors opened and he grinned, remembering another reason why he liked it here. Osset're Li'essha Kiinn stormed into the room in a swirl of fabric that whipped around him almost by themselves. Harry grinned and pulled up his hand to cover a delighted giggle as he watched the vampire stalk across the room. He loved it when Osset're did magic.

The vampire halted abruptly and turned back to face the door his entire posture visibly screaming his irritation. Harry knew that the magic vampire was angry but that was ok, Harry knew he couldn't be hurt here which was what made him relax the most, and he knew Osset're would never hurt anyone, he was a very nice vampire after all.

Harry watched as bits of flame snapped at the air around him. He smiled again. The vampire never did anything quietly. In fact even when silent he was very loud. Harry frowned, wishing he could be loud like that, not at the Dursley's though, that would be bad, but maybe someplace. He contemplated trying while here but it really wouldn't work, no one could see him here, not even Osset're and Osset're could do lots of magic. Harry sighed and watched the doors with Osset're, he knew who he was waiting for, and he was anxious to see him too.

A bit more controlled but no less aggressively Hylaarr Kiinn strode into the room then abruptly turned and closed the doors Osset're's magic had thrown open.

"How DARE you!" Osset're threw the words down like a challenge his arms waving with them. Harry frowned recognizing the actual anger in the tone. Osset're was often angry but this.. this was different.

Hylaarr Kiinn turned around to lock one black and one silver eye with angry violet ones. He held himself stiff and Harry backed away pulling himself more fulling onto the bench. Yeah this would be bad. He pulled his knees up to his chest and watched with wide eyes. Angry vampires could be violent.

"I dare much when it comes to the care of my mate." His tone was even but not mild by an means.

Abruptly the fireplace roared to life, flames stretching to the very edge of their reach and trying to go beyond.

"I was fine." Osset're said very coldly. Hylaarr merely raised an eyebrow and watched the trembling in Osset're's out flung hand. Osset're clenched that hand into a fist and hissed at him, his fangs flashing in rage. Harry shivered, did they have to fight? He had been very good so he hadn't been here in a while. He almost wished he hadn't come.

"Were you?" Hylaarr started walking towards his mate, steps carefully slow. "And when your mother brought up your sister's new child you felt nothing?"

Osset're's mouth opened this time in pain. He shook his head denying that pain. Hylaarr continued forward. "What about when she mentioned the Battle of Karrees Eeenn's orphans? What then, did you simply want to open your heart to those who needed a heart to love them?"

Osset're shook his head then straightened. "Yess." He practically hissed.

Hylaarr stepped closer, lowered his head, his mouth next to his mate's ear. "And you simply forgot the child we both lost four years ago today?" Hylaarr's whisper was ice this time, pain laden ice.

Harry sucked in his breath and shook his head. He didn't understand why they were so angry and hurt and fighting.

Osset're didn't move, couldn't move. "A boy, Seren told us, it would have been. He'd be three now." Hylaarr hissed at his mate in anger and both Osset're and Harry trembled. "Tell me, Osset're Li'essha what would you have called him had he lived?"

Osset're couldn't handle his mate's anger any longer. Faster then Harry could see he pulled away and was across the room. He snatched a glass globe an threw it at Hylaarr with deadly accuracy; however Hylaarr had anticipated this and moved a bit the left. The globe shattered against the wall and a cold whooshing thing raced out of it screaming and fleeing the room. Hylaarr merely waited.

"Of course I remember!" He abruptly screamed. "Every Gods forsaken day I remember!" He was nearly spitting in rage, but tears ran down his face as well. Fire also ran down his skin, mimicking the tears. Harry sucked in a breath and realized he was near tears too. He buried his head in his knees so he couldn't see them anymore.

" I REMEMBER. I remember the pain of him being taken, he was inside me, if just for a day. Magic and love and a child inside me and he was ours." Osset're was openly sobbing now, little hiccuping sounds that sounded like tears themselves. "I can never forget." Harry pressed his face hard into his knees. Osset're's voice was calmer but he couldn't look, not yet.

"Then Why Did You Let Her Torture You!" Hylaarr spat out in a roar, that brought Harry's head up fast. Hylaarr was snarling, still standing across the room but his fingers were curled into imitation claws and his lips pulled back to reveal flashing white fangs. "You sat there and acted as if NOTHING were wrong. You let her pick at you and you...you...you stopped me..."He was so angry he couldn't continue.

Osset're had dropped his eyes to the floor. Huffing little breaths to stop the tears. "She wanted a reaction, she would have been worse, she would have gloated and.."

"So you let her torture you out of what? Pride? Stubbornness?" Hylaarr's voice was ice now.

Osset're snapped his eyes up to look at his mate. "You don't understand Elven, ways. You never even try!"

"Why should I when every elf I meet is like your mother?" Hylaarr snarled. "I hate your Mother!" He bit out finally.

Osset're's mouth worked soundlessly in shock. "Well, I hate your mother!" He finally snarled. Despite himself Harry nearly laughed but covered his mouth in time and watched Hylaarr. Hylaarr must have found this amusing as well though, because his mouth twitched before he controlled it.

Osset're's eyes narrowed and he shook his fists in anger on either side of him. "Don't laugh at me! I do! She was vile and she left the protection of a clan and made you live in squalor and then had the nerve to die and leave you on the street for three years!" Hylaarr didn't make any effort to stop the laugh that line brought and his eyes were bright with it when he stopped.

"Osset're my mother was banished from her clan." He started stalking his mate again his eyes bright with amusement. "She died on the streets. These things she had no control over."

Osset're merely growled. "She left you alone. You had to be raised by Werewolves!" Harry's eyebrows rose at that. Werewolves? Wicked.

Hylaarr finally stood in front of his mate. "Something I thoroughly enjoyed may I remind you."

Osset're sighed and leaned forward, resting his forehead against his mate's chest. "Yes well, I know that, but still the idea, if you hadn't met you fathers, is rather appalling."

"Hmm." Hylaarr merely nuzzled his mate's neck dropping kisses up and down the side. Abruptly he stopped and grabbed Osset's wrist. "Bed." He ordered with a tug and Osset're blinked and followed him.

Harry snorted, it really wasn't that late. Distractedly Harry decided to follow, he was kinda tired too, and the bed was big enough. If he stayed at the end perhaps he wouldn't intrude.

Hylaarr pushed Osset're on the bed in a rather bossy way but Harry had seen it before. Perhaps it was a vampire thing. He yawned a bit. Vampires were very interesting. Getting up on the bed was hard because it was high but he had practice doing things like that and so he was curled up at the end of the bed by the time Hylaarr had climbed in.

Harry watched as Hylaarr pushed and pulled Osset're into a comfortable position and Osset're merely let him fuss. Finally Osset're was trapped snugly between his mate and the bed, his long white hair gripped tightly by Hylaarr's left hand and his wrists held easily in Hylaarr's right. Harry watched as he fed Osset're yawning a bit.

It was a little boring, but Osset're liked kissing and after all that magic would be hungry too. Harry knew all about vampires, they had to drink blood. He didn't mind, it probably tasted good to them. Actually from the silly purring noise Osset're was making he must really like it. Harry's mind drifted, he didn't really want to go back. Maybe he'd just sleep. Sleeping on a bed was very nice.

"Osset're we will talk about your punishment tomorrow." Hylaarr's voice was calm. Osset just 'hmmed'. Harry smiled at his careless unconcern, it was nice. Hylaarr must give good punishments. Like working in the garden. Harry liked that one, even when it got too hot.

"Saith." That was Osset're. Harry was very nearly asleep.

"Hmm?"

"If he had lived." Hylaarr tensed abruptly awake. "I would have named him Saith."

The unseen form of an invisible Harry Potter faded before he could hear Osset're's grief and Hylaarr comforting him.

And I've decided Harry's going to have to be Submissive. Oh well. You know you love it. Still no reviews . Sigh. Oh well. I like my story. So there.

Fitful