Harry knew something was off the moment his six year old foot hit the cement outside his school.

He continued to realize that something didn't seem right as his raven black hair poked into his emerald green eyes. His hand swept his hair out of his face when it dawned on him as to what was wrong.

It was recess, and yet where was his whale of a cousin?

Dudley and his gang of six year old hooligans were nowhere in sight. Which was a complete shift since throughout the last month Dudley had become dead set on making him if not dead than seriously injured. Then Harry realized his problem, just because he couldn't see them didn't mean that they weren't there.

"Get him!" the shrill, whiny voice that Harry associated with his overweight cousin rang out from behind him. Harry gasped, his head whirling around to catch a glimpse of his blubbery relative storming toward him, followed rather quickly by his significantly less blubbery gang.

"And here I was thinking he'd forgotten about Harry hunting." Harry thought forlornly to himself.

Upon realizing that if he continued to stand there, gaping like a fish, he would be beaten to a pulp, our hero did what seemed to be the most logical of options. Quite frankly Harry's little legs carried him far faster than one would expect in the opposite direction from his cousin.

Unfortunately for young Harry Potter, years of neglect and the fact that his uncle had seen fit to wait until that coming friday to feed him, today was thursday and he'd been waiting since last friday when Dudley smashed three pictures with his baseball bat, had made him into a lackluster athlete. Piers Polkiss on the other hand was known for being unusually quick, for a human boy.

Whilst he was running for the sake of not being beaten into the ground, Harry had come to a startling conclusion. He was going to be caught if he didn't hide soon. Scanning while he ran allowed Harry to come to the conclusion that he was screwed.

All the cliques anywhere near him consisted of people willing to throw him to the wolves (or in this case a stubby hippopotamus) and Harry knew that. None of the teachers were even outside yet and if he ran to them they probably wouldn't believe him, Petunia Dursley's word about his 'delinquency' had successfully poisoned his teachers minds.

He ran toward the school, maybe if he could get to the front doors and tell one of the secretaries at the office what was going on they would keep him in. Alas it was all for not as he turned the corner into the alley between his school and a trail blocked by a chain link fence his foot caught on a hole in the pavement and he was suddenly hurtling nose first towards the ground.

His thoughts flashed to a hospital, which was where he believed he would end up after his nose broke against the pavement, mingled with the terror filled sentiment that he had to get away and suddenly with a loud "CRACK!" as if by magic he was gone.

Piers rounded the corner of St. Grogory's only to find a dark red lump shaped like a bean with chunks of what looked like meat scattered around the alley, something the same color as the bean shaped lump and blood was splattered along the wall.

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A "CRACK!" rang out in the empty hospital room. Down the hall a nurse heard the sound and went to check it out as quietly as she could, while the thirteenth ward's hospitals weren't prone to ghoul attacks (unlike the rest of the 13th ward) , one could never be too careful and she knew for a fact that a moment ago that room had been empty.

Poking her head around the corner her eyes widened in shock and a gasp escaped her mouth. There in the centre of the room stood a child, a boy by the looks of him, with a gaping hole in his back showing the bottom of his ribcage and a lack of most of his two kidneys. It looked like a ghoul had attacked him.

Harry Potter felt nothing but pain in his back, until his sense of sound was stimulated by a gasp from behind him. After a moment of working through the pain he turned around, through his glasses he could see a pretty, asian nurse staring in shock at him. Their eyes locked, green met brown as his eyes fluttered, he heard her say something he couldn't understand as unconsciousness claimed him.

"Oh Kami!" she muttered in japanese. The panic set in and she screamed for help. This child may die but she would do her damn best to give him a fighting chance against the shinigami that was gripping him in it's clutches.

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When Harry Potter came to he was in a stark white room with no idea how he had gotten there and a horrible smell gracing his nose. What was that smell? And where the hell was he?

Harry pondered his lack of knowledge for a moment, then with a sudden start it all came back to him.

The chase, his trip, the pain and the nurse flashed before his mind's eye and he wondered, why had it hurt so much? How had he gone from his school to this place? Why did it feel like something was wrapped around his chest?

The last question could be answered pretty easily, ever so slowly his right hand reached out and grabbed his glasses, putting them on he reached for the blanket of the bed and slowly lifted it off, then he peeked inside the hospital gown. Bandages wound their way around his chest, his back still hurt but whatever had happened to make his back feel so lacking had mostly healed.

He inhaled deeply through his mouth before licking his lips. His mouth tasted empty, like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

He put his head back on his pillow and waited. He knew that eventually someone would come in for him, he'd have his questions answered then.

His stomach rumbled, how long had it been since he'd eaten anything? How long had he been at this hospital?

He breathed in deeply, instantly regretting doing so when the smell hit him again. His head snapped to the right, his vision focusing in on a little hamburger. Once again his stomach grumbled hungrily, screw the smell! His uncle wasn't there with him so nothing was keeping him from eating that hamburger. He grabbed at what looked like a delicious hamburger, his arm barely made it halfway so he began to get out of the bed. He shifted his body so that his legs hung off the side of the bed, Harry's hands weekly gripped the sheets next to his legs.

He looked at his hand, realising how pale his arm was compared to when he had been at school, he must have been in this bed for a while.

His feet hovered over the white tile of the floor, his green eyes traced a crack on the tile directly under his left foot. He lowered himself down, trying to go slowly so as to not fall over. The moment his head impacted the tiles Harry understood how week he was.

Slowly the weak little boy that he was raised himself from the floor. The smell was stronger now, it must have been coming from the sandwich but he had to eat it before they sent him back to the Dursleys.

His hand shook as he reached out for the burger, lightly pressing down on the top of the bun. He picked it up, bringing it right in front of his face. The smell felt like it was burning his nostrils, it was so strong he teared up a little.

He took a single bite.

His left hand came to his mouth to try and contain the wretches that emanated from him, his right hand held the burger for a moment after he took the bite but as his left hand went to his mouth his right threw the burger away.

He wasn't expecting the amount of force that went into his throw, he hadn't been watching but he heard the glass shatter as the sandwich sailed toward the ground.

"Oops…" he was at a loss, he felt bad but it was their fault for feeding people that. He knew hospital food was bad but he hadn't thought it would taste like rot and used sponge.

He stood there frozen in shock for a couple minutes. After a few minutes of standing there he snapped out of it and began walking towards the door, halfway there his nose picked up on something that smelled delicious.

His mouth began to salivate.

He heard them before he saw them, through the door came the sound of footsteps, a light "click." then a "clack." that followed immediately after. It continued for 30 seconds before they reached the door. He could hear whoever it was stop.

There was no moment of silence like he had expected.

He could hear them breathing through the door. The handle wiggled a bit, then it opened. In walked the nurse that he remembered.

The room was flooded with the smell, it made him aware of how hungry he was.

"You're awake!" she exclaimed something in a language he didn't understand. She looked happy about whatever she said so he just smiled and said the first thing that came to mind. "Hi." the look of confusion that overtook her face lasted but a moment before she smiled and, this time in English, replied. "What is your... name?"

Her English sounded odd to Harry's ears, he had not yet learned what an accent was, but he didn't mention anything about that, he simply told the truth.

"My name's Harry!" the child said happily, it was not often that people cared what his name was. "What's your name Mrs. Nurse?" he asked, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear.

A small smile stretched across her face as she inclined her head toward him. "My... name… is Meiko." she said, just as happy as Harry.

Meiko approached him. As she did Harry could feel something in his back move a little, like it was gearing up for a lot of movement very soon.

She stopped right in front of him, noticing that he was out of bed immediately following a three day coma her smile faded a little. "Hari-kun why you out of bed? Come, get in bed. You need... rest or you will not… hear." Meiko leaned down, taking Harry's hand in her own she began to lead him towards his bed when she heard the door behind them close and be locked.

She twirled around, pushing Harry back behind her as she did. She assessed the man in front of her and internally wept, a tall somewhat bulky blonde man stood there facing the door in a white suit. She, just like everyone in the thirteenth ward, recognized the notorious Jason, even from the back.

He turned, his hockey mask went well with the rest of his outfit to make him look like the epitome of a serial killer.

Yamori was going to eat her, and Meiko knew it.

She locked eyes with him, somehow his normal eyes were far more terrifying than any artist rendering of a ghouls kakugan. She could see that he was smiling under his mask. His eyes flicked towards Harry and she pushed him further behind her.

Yamori inhaled deeply, she could hear the weird whistling noise that the holes in his hockey mask were making as a result. His eyes connected with Harry's and he spoke.

"Which one of you… is making that delicious smell? It's making me want to get a new 'toy'." he said, his voice sounded so disturbed Meiko almost burst into tears.

Harry just looked on confused, why was Meiko crying? Who was this man? What had he said? What was up with the hockey mask? His thoughts came to a jarring halt when the man's eyes changed.

Harry took half a step back, they were virtually extinct in England but as far as he knew everyone could recognize a ghoul's eyes. Red on black, just like the man in the mask's eyes.

His back shifted again, bubbling and lightly pushing against the healing skin just below his shoulder blades.

The terror Harry felt was palpable.

Meiko's breaths were shortened, she knew she was starting to hyperventilate but she couldn't help it. She'd just finished saving this boy and now the pair of them were going to die.

Jason took a step forward, then another, and another, he kept walking until he stood right in front of her. He was so close she could smell him, he smelt like nothing but blood.

"I think I'll just eat you." Yamori bent down, twisting around her to he face to face with Harry. "I'll keep you… as my... 'pet'." Yamori said in English, his voice deep but his accent seeming to make him sound less terrifying.

Even the funny accent didn't lighten Harry's mood.

In sharp contrast Meiko stood frozen, horror plastered on her face. She mulled over what he said, working her hardest to try and translate it to Japanese. When she did, horror gave way to fury.

The cracking of bones resounded throughout the room as her fist impacted with Yamori's head, futilely trying and failing to move it.

She brought her hand back from his head, clutching it in pain. She didn't know how many did but she knew she had broken a couple fingers.

Yamori's stood straight up, under his mask his face started to turn red. He brought his right hand up near his shoulder, on his index and middle fingers he wore gold claws.

With the thumb of that hand he cracked his index finger.

Yamori's left hand shot out to Meiko's neck, her frail skeleton protested with pain when he picked her up with the one hand. The last thing she saw before she passed out was the floor rushing to meet her face.

Yamori was stumped, when he came in he had thought her a ghoul due to the clear scent of one in the room but clearly she wasn't so it had to be the kid.

Leaving the woman on the floor he grabbed the boy by his face and picked him up to be inspected like a curious trinket.

Up until that moment Harry had been frozen in place due to the many emotions that warred inside of him, predominantly fear. That changed when Jason picked him up, none of his emotions mattered if he was dead and so all of his emotions coalesced into a blade that he shoved through Jason's chest.

Jason had thought the boy a little young to activate his kagune and thus hadn't considered that he'd be stabbed by the little brat.

Blood rushed to Yamori's mouth as the young half-breed pulled his arm back out of the S-rank ghouls chest. Harry couldn't see what he had done so all he knew was that the masked man's grip had loosened, he tried to grab at Yamori's wrist but instead it seem that he missed and Yamori was putting him down pretty fast.

He didn't even see his kagune until the hand gripping his face let go and fell to the floor, it was glaringly lacking the rest of Jason. Harry didn't react, there was too much adrenaline in his system for him to acknowledge the many startling things that had happened.

Yamori stumbled back, his foot caught on the unconscious Meiko and he tripped backwards.

"If I'm fast enough maybe I can save her." Harry thought. Rushing forward Harry grabbed Meiko's hand.

A tail, made up of jagged purple and red spikes, shot out from Yamori's back. It went up into the air by about a metre before the end of it plunged into Meiko's chest. Blood splattered onto the spines, painting the purple ones red.

A single drop of blood fell from Harry's cheek as his Kagune deactivated, flaking away like ash.

Unbeknownst to him, Harry's left eye began to shine, his iris glowed the same emerald green as his kagune.

Something in the pit of his stomach twisted and writhed angrily. He looked at Meiko, at the woman that helped him and all he wanted to do was end this man.

He reached for whatever it was, once he had a hold of it he knew that if he didn't do whatever he could he would die.

Yamori was halfway up when it happened, he saw the broken shards of tile surrounding Meiko's head begin to float. Any thought of ripping Harry to pieces and eating his little corpse flew out of Yamori's head. "What the fuck!?" Yakumo glanced up at the brat and it stayed there.

Harry's hair was floating and he could feel the power seeping out of him. It filled the room like water did a glass. He poured it all out.

He could feel exactly how much he had flooded the room with, 60%, 70, 80,

Yamori didn't move, the boy was floating off the ground, green electricity the same shade as the child's eyes crackled along Harry's skin and Yamori sat there staring. His eyes trailed to the scar on the kid's forehead.

Said scar was dancing with lightning that reflected what it contained, the lightning on Harry's scar was black and powerful.

He stopped focusing on the boy's scar, his eyes went to the kid's and they locked gazes.

Harry had known this man for ten minutes and he already hated him more than the Dursleys.

"100%" Harry said one word to the rabid dog sitting in front of him.

All Yamori heard before shielding himself with his kagune was the simple word Harry said. "Die."

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"Uuuuhhhh. Gonna eat that Fucking kid." moaned Yamori from under a slab of concrete twice his size. The slab shook, it shook again as Yamori's hand went through the centre of it.

If he knew one thing it was that this chunk was lodged here.

Oomori brought his hand back under with him. The sound of stone or concrete being broken came from under the slab, until finally Jason burst through in his entirety.

His hair, mask and clothing had all turned shades of grey from the dust kicked up by the explosion that had destroyed nearly a quarter of the hospital they had been in.

Taking notice of the police and CCG investigators in the distance huddled around one spot Yamori decided to put his mask in his coat, if it was just the police he wouldn't care but those were a lot more doves than he wanted to deal with injured.

Yamori wondered what had happened to the kid, but he had a feeling this 'Hari' would be a problem for him.

Jason of the 13th ward walked away from the doves and the 'pigs' instead heading out to find a new 'toy', he had a lot of aggression all of a sudden.

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Harry woke up on the roof of a building a block away from the hospital, next to him was Meiko's corpse on a chunk of the hospital floor. Blood ran freely through the cracks and in between the tiles onto the rooftop.

"What happened" he wondered, to him it had all been a blur, waking up, talking with Meiko, the masked ghoul, a green blade sprouting from his arm.

At that thought he looked down to his right arm. "Nope, just an arm." He tried to remember the feeling he had when it sprang forth. Nothing happened.

Harry tried again, focusing on the feeling of desperation and hunger that had ran through him, something about his eye changed and he had a feeling he knew what it was. There was Meiko's cell phone sitting just out of her corpse's pocket.

His hand shook violently as it inched towards the phone, his first encounter with a ghoul would remain as one of Harry's most traumatic memories throughout the rest of his life.

Harry clumsily flipped it open, he didn't turn it on, instead staring horror stricken at the reflection of his face.

The red and black eye blinked once before Harry screamed and dropped the phone.