This is a rewrite of my story Adopted By The Dark. I've included the summary below. Enjoy!

Summary: Harry was left at the mercies of the Dursleys by Dumbledore. But, while living there, he meets a cheerful boy and his father who can't believe the way he was abused. The Boy-Who-Lived gets adopted into a powerful family and now has a protective older brother and an equally protective Father. The Wizarding world won't even expect what happens next.

Remember, it's HarryxOc and Slash. You have been warned/reminded.

~FS

The Family of Darkness series

Book One: Harry Potter and the Evil Caged

Chapter One: The Rescue of Harry Potter

He sniffled. The brunette lay on the ground, not moving. He just lay there, behind the school, waiting for the pain to pass. He was bruised and battered; Even so, the young boy was glad his glasses weren't broken again. It was an easy enough fix but it just made them look worse and worse every time. He was seven and he knew he shouldn't be like this, but he couldn't help it. Harry had learned that it was best to keep quiet and suffer through it then fight back. Fighting back only got him in trouble and locked in the cabinet under the stairs.

Harry eventually pulled himself up, cringing at the pain. He didn't know what he had done to make Dudley and his gang go so hard on him this time. In all honesty, it was a miracle his bones weren't broken. He knew that he would just get yelled at for being late to class if he went in; the Dursleys were secretly quite well off and avide supporters of the schools near him. So really, that meant the teachers and staff were under their influence as well. Harry had only known one teacher that wasn't and she waspromptly fired for reasons the boy never heard. Sighing, Harry began the long, painful walk to the nearby park.

The wind swirled around him, as he limped along, depressed. Why had he been cursed like this? Harry knew from what his Aunt and Uncle had told him was that his parents had died in an accident. They were quite clear about the fact they had been, against their will, been dumped with a freak whose parents died by their own stupidity. Harry knew that that wasn't true; his parents weren't stupid. They were probably kind, and loving, and smart, and really cool... Definitely not stupid people. Still, he never talked back, never questioned them. It didn't pay to pull a stunt like that.

He sat down on a swing, and slowly went back and forth, back and forth. The young boy gasped as his nose began to bleed a bit. He quickly tilted his head back and applied pressure to his nose; the brunette had gotten them before. A lot of them actually. He was too busy with this fact to hear another person skip up. "Hi there!" A cheerful voice rang out. Harry was so startled that he fell backwards, out of the swing and into the ground. He gasped as his head hit the mulch. He laid there, dizzy as the boy's happy voice drilled into his head, "Bloody hell! Sorry for scaring you, I thought you had seen me!"

Strong hands pulled the dizzy brunette up and Harry was stunned. In front of him sat a concerned boy, a boy concerned about him. The young boy in front of him was taller than himself, with sun-kissed blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes that glittered like a lake. His hair was windswept and messy, and his concerned, yet reassuring smile shone. Harry was a bit mesmerized for a moment. He was woken from his daze by a hand passing back and forth in front of his face.

"Sorry, you seemed a bit dazed for a moment. Daddy said to help people out you hurt, and I do my best!" Harry's head tilted to the side in confusion for a moment before shaking himself out of his musings. He quickly managed to mumble an apology, but the boy just waved it aside. "Ah, it's fine, don't apologize! I scared you after all, not the other way around!"

Harry's eyes widened in surprise at the dismissal but the boy didn't notice, "So what's up doc? My name's Veritas! What's yours?" The brunette giggled at the blond's name. Veritas. It was so silly! Veritas chuckled along with him, but Harry's eyes widenedin shock. He had just laughed at someone!

"I'm sorry, sosorryplease, donthurtmeplease, I didn'tmeanthat!" Veritas' eyes widened at the rambling boy and stopped him concernedly.

"Wow, slow down! It's alright, it's a funny name, it's alright to laugh!" Alright to laugh? What an odd idea. Was the funny boy sure?

"S-so you're not mad? You don't mind, you're not going to... Do anything?" Veritas looked the shorter boy over.

"Do anything? What do people normally do-?" Veritas stopped as he noticed a small shudder run through the other boy's body. His heart clenched. "Do people do that a lot?" The slightly older boy watched as the brunette barely managed a nod. Veritas looked the boy over closer, noticing some of the barely visible bruises.

"Do... Do your parents do this?" Harry shook his head sadly. Veritas nearly sighed in relief.

"They're dead." That sobered the blond. Harry looked at him sadly. "I live with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia." Veritas nodded, worry written on his face.

"What's your name?" Harry looked back up at him in surprise. His name? Veritas wanted to know his name?

"My-My name is... Harry." The boy said, firmly towards the end. Here was someone who wanted his name, didn't call him Freak, or went Harry Hunting. He would say his name with pride.

Meanwhile, Veritas was able to see all the sadness... But also the determination in Harry's eyes. The blond moved closer to the other boy. "So Harry, wanna be friends?" Harry was openly gaping now. Not only had a kid actually cared about his name, he wanted to be friends.

But maybe he didn't know who he was. And if he got in trouble with Dudley... He'd probably just leave. Veritas saw the sadness pass through Harry's eyes. "What's wrong?"

"My... My cousin is Dudley. I understand if you don't want to be around me, so I wont-" Harry stopped abruptly as Veritas laid a finger over Harry's lips to stop him.

"Why would I care about this Dudley? What does that have to do with who you are?" Harry looked at Veritas in disbelief. The blond sighed, "Listen Harry. I want to be friends with you. No one is forcing me to. And in our family, to be a friend is to be someone we stand by, even if we're standing alone."

What a wonderful way of living. Harry wished the rest of the school and neighborhood thought that way. The funny blonde straightened up, "Alright! Now, let's play!" He said pulling Harry along. Harry stumbled for a moment, still not believing this was actually happening.

Tears sprung up in his eyes and Harry threw his arms around Veritas in a crushing was a bit suprised at first but then returned the embrace. He soon heard Harry crying and quickly pulled the boy away to look at him. "Harry? What's wrong, why are you crying?" The blonde said as tears slowly ran down his new friend's face. "I'm just... Just so happy. I have a friend! A real friend!" The brunette beamed a smile even bigger then Veritas'. Said blonde grinned but internally thought, 'Those people. Whoever they are; I'm telling Daddy about this and he'll show them that you can't just do this to people.'

Harry finished and wiped the tears in his eyes away; then he felt Veritas poke him. "TAG! You're it!" Veritas ran off laughing as a stunned Harry recovered and began to chase him. The two boys laughed and played for hours, losing themselves in friendship and comradery.

And so it stayed, at least until Harry realized he had to return... 'Home'. His shoulders sagged from this thought. The blonde noticed and offered to walk to Harry's house with him. The brunette perked up a bit at this; just a bit though, as he was still sad. He didn't want to go home; home now seemed to be in this park with Veritas, where he was able to be happy and free of judgement. At the very least he had a friend now, a friend that would stand by him. His hand grabbed Veritas' hand for comfort and the other boy have the hand a squeeze.

The blonde hated leaving Harry with them even a minute more. His Daddy had always told him that people are precious things, no matter what they are like. He had told Veritas to always treat people kindly, no matter what they say. However, if they harm others, cause pain, they need to be stood up to. His Daddy had finished his talk with a powerful statement, "To judge someone is bad, to be rude is bad, but to harm someone in spite is the worst thing you can do." He told Veritas that it was these types of people that ruined so many lives, and now Veritas was watching it happen right before his eyes. This... Dursley and his family had gained his eternal hate.

They parted ways in front of the Dursleys' house. "I'll be at the park everyday. Come by if you are allowed to. I'll wait for you." Harry's lip quivered, but he nodded. The boy sulkily walked up to the door and knocked. Even though he was now down a block, he could hear Mr. Dursleys' rage. Veritas' hand clenched in anger.

The blonde had had a safe and comfortable life. He had grown up in the Sharp Manor under the careful eye of his Daddy. Sure, he sometimes fought with his brothers. But at least he had brothers, brothers who would stand by him... well, at least one of themwould. But Harry... Harry had no one. Veritas never knew his mother, but Harry had never known his Mom or dad and now was abused.

It made the normally cheerful blond sick.

"Hey Son." The blonde looked up in surprise. Sitting on a nearby bench was his Father. Veritas cried out to him happily, running up and hugging the man. He laughed, "Hey kiddo, good to see you too!"

"Did the business meeting go well Daddy?" Veritas asked; His Father ruffled his Son's hair fondly.

"It went smoothly, though we couldn't get everything done we wanted to. We're having some issues with government." Father looked his son in the eyes. "Now son, who was that you were just with?"

Veritas's heart clenched in sadness and he told his Father everything, breaking into tears as he recounted the bruises and visible abuse on Harry. His Father looked especially troubled by just who it was the Veritas had befriended. Veritas was too when hisFather explained just who Harry Potter was.

Why was a national hero with Muggle relatives? Abusive Muggle relatives?! Veritas wasn't a genius, but even he knew that you don't put someone that supposedly powerful with some random Muggles! Okay, they weren't random, but what difference did that make?! They treated him like dirt, not family!

The man growled a bit, "I heard son. And I am not amused in the slightest." He knew who that little boy was. He was a well to do man after all. He had come this way to check on the boy. To find the young Harry being treated like this... It pissed him . He turned back to his son. The young boy had a fearful look on his face, afraid for his friend, "What are you going to do? Daddy, what?"

His father picked up his son and placed him on his lap, "Harry needs help. He needs to be taken out if that house. Honestly, I think the Dursleys wouldn't mind getting rid of him. But I don't think he should be put into an orphanage or a foster system. He'd just get bullied again." Veritas watched his father think it over, "Hmmm... Say, son?"

"Yeah Daddy?" He looked up at his Father, whose face had let a small smile work it's way on.

"How would you like to have a little brother?"

His father was true to his word. After Veritas played a few more times with Harry, his dad introduced himself to the abused boy. Harry was quite taken back. And who wouldn't?

Father was an imposing figure; he was tall, slim yet obviously muscular, wore a black trench coat and slacks with shiny black shoes. He had a scarf wrapped around his neck. The brunette thought this was a little odd, as it was the middle of summer. But for all this toughness, he had bright cheery eyes and the kindest smile Harry had seen... Well, besides Veritas'.

When they had first met, Harry was scared senseless. He had stood there shaking behind Veritas, using the blond to shield him from the adult. "Harry, come here," his voice said, paradoxically gentle and firm at the same time. The brunette had shuffled out from his hiding place, Veritas gently pushing him in front of his father.

Father looked Harry in the eye for a few seconds before Harry broke eye contact. "Harry, why are you scared of me?" The boy sniffled and avoided the older man's gaze. Father's eyes narrowed slightly, "Harry... has any adult ever helped you before? Been kind, actually cared? Has anyone ever been there to embrace you and for you to just cry on?" Harry shook his head, tears in his eyes.

The boy siffened as Father wrapped his arms around the child, pulling him into a strong embrace. "Go ahead Harry. It's okay to cry every once in a while. Let it out." Harry stood shaking for a couple seconds before bursting into tears and sobbing into Father's shoulder. The older man rubbed circles on Harry's back and whispered words of comfort to the boy as he cried.

Harry cried, pouring it all out. The pain, the helplessness, the sorrow, the uselessness, the sadness, the grief, the remorse, the agony over years of abuse. It was comforting to know that the person holding him wouldn't judge him, hit him, call him a freak, betray him. Father was there for him.

And that sank the boy's mood even lower as he realized that he'd have to go back to the abuse. These times with Veritas and now with Veritas's Father helped... but Harry wanted the real thing. He wanted an actual family.

"Harry, tell me what is wrong?"

The boy sobbed, "It's just I won't be able to be with you two all the time. I have to go back to them. And they'll just throw me into that cabinet again." Rage flickered through the father's mind. How dare these people do this to such a young boy, the Boy-Who-Lived at that. "I-I wi-wish tha-*sniffle*-at *sob* I could live with you guys, wi-with people who d-don't hate me."

Veritas looked at his father hopefully; the man nodded and pulled away Harry, holding him at an arm's length. "Do you want to? Do you want to be part of our family?" Harry's eyes widened, was he hearing him right?! "I've heard from my son about you and especially now that I've met you, I can't stand it. I wish I could have known you sooner and saved you from so much. Do you want me, as your father and Veritas as your brother? I promise you will be loved, not a freak, not thrown in a closet. I promise you the same love I give my son. Do you want that?"

More tears came from Harry's eyes, but this time... this time they were tears of joy. "Y-Yes! Yes oh Yes! Thank you, thank you so much... Father." The older male saw how Harry hesitated at that name, but he didn't mind. He knew it would take Harry time to get over everything. And he wasn't the boy's only Father after all. He would make sure Harry knew just as much about the Potters and he would about the Sharps.

He chuckled a bit, "I'm not technically not your Father yet, but I am personally taking you back to your house to talk to your relatives." Father hugged his new son before letting him go. The brunette flung himself around the blonde boy's neck, "Yay! You're my brother, my big brother!" Veritas smiled and hugged his new little brother as he made his own vow; he'd never let anyone harm this sweet little brother he'd been blessed with.

They walked to Privet Dr. as one family, happily laughing and talking. Harry found his brother's full name was Veritas Peter Sharp and his father was Alek Xavier Sharp. He also found out they had actually knew his parents. Then, Harry had tentatively asked his question, "Did my parents die in a car accident?"

Both were shocked, "A car accident?! Is that what they told you?!" Harry had nodded, although fearful that something worse had happened. "I can't believe they told you that. I don't think this is the time or place to tell you the story, since it requires me to tell you some other things as well, but I will tell, don't worry. But let's focus for now on being happy!"

When they arrived at the Dursleys', Alek gave Harry's shoulder a comforting squeeze. Harry smiled timidly, and Veritas put an arm around his shoulder. Father turned and knocked on the door. After a few minutes, Uncle Vernon opened the door, "Hello, what can I-?" His eyes narrowed when he saw the young Harry. "YOU. What are you doing out again?" His face grew redder, as the brunette clung to his big brother's side, fearful. "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED OUT UNLESS YOUR CHORES ARE DONE!" Mr. Sharp cleared his throat and Vernon quickly turned to the man, "I'm so sorry this boy is bothering you, thank you for bringing him back."

Dursley reached for Harry, who was now openly whimpering while Veritas glared at Vernon, when Alek reached out and stopped him."I would like to talk to you and your wife. May we come in?"

Vernon gaped for a moment before quickly nodding. After Alek went past him, his Uncle leaned down and whispered into Harry's ear, "Go to Dudley's second bedroom and stay there until he leaves." Harry looked to the blonde who still had his arm wrapped around his slightly younger brother. Veritas caught his Father's eye, who nodded, before going with Harry to the room.

"Pet! Get some tea for this man." Petunia gasped at the strangely intimidating man and smiled and begin heating up some tea. She hurried over to the man; Petunia felt a slight dread coming over her. Why was that? What was this coldness eminating off of this mostly ordinary man?

Or was he even as normal as he seemed?

After they had handed out the tea, and had chatted a bit, Alek leaned forward, "Now, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. I have reason to believe you don't like your boy Harry; in fact, I'd say you hate him. And I have this on good authority. A record of bruises and abuse." He laughed mentally at their faces as he told them this. Like the old saying goes, what goes around, comes around.

"Now, I could report this to the police and you all would be arrested, your son sent to ." Their faces paled. "However, I'm sure that Harry would only get abused by someone else. So, I want to make a deal."

Vernon and Petunia exchanged looks, "What.. Deal?" Said Vernon fearfully. Alek smiled, "I would like to adopt him." The couple was stunned. Alek pressed on, "You'd be rid of the boy, I would completely legally responsible for him, you'd be able to wipe your hands of the situation. What do you think?"

Petunia was sputtering, while Vernon was thinking it over, "It's not a bad idea. In fact, I really like your idea. We'd be rid of that, that boy for good." He eyed the man who was the possible solution to their problems, "And you won't report us?"

Alek seethed on the inside but kept calm and nodded, "I really should, but I won't report you. I'm willing to take him now and just pay you visits to get the paperwork done." Vernon gave Petunia a questioning look; she nodded, very glad that that cursed child would no longer be a threat to her Dudles.

Vernon nodded to Alek, "We accept."

The man smiled (a forced smile, much unlike the Dursleys) and handed Mr. Dursley a card with his information on it, "Call me; I'll be sure to call you so we can get this over with quickly."

A few days later, Harry became Harry James Potter-Sharp, heir to the Potter family and son of the Sharp family. And he couldn't be happier. He got to be with people who loved him, and wasn't treated terribly like he used to. The brunette was fed well, and he was treated with so much love and kindness. He absolutely loved being here; it helped that Harry adored his older brother.

Harry was shorter than the boy, and the abuse had made him very shy (and one of his new older brothers didn'y help the situation any). Still, he was the nicest boy you would know and Veritas loved his brother with no limit. If it wasn't for Father's promise, he would have murdered the Dursleys himself.

Okay, maybe not murder. But Veritas would've leaked their deeds to the press if it weren't for Father's promise nad the fact Harry would've had to testify and would've probably be more traumitized by that than he already was.

Harry was told about his parents and about the wizarding world. There really was no way around it and he needed to know. He had cried for a while, all the time being held by his older brother. The Boy-Who-Lived soon had come to terms with it. It wasn't like he didn't have a family that cared about him. He wished he had known his parents, but he was happy living with his new family. And there was his pet.

When Father had found out he could talk to snakes, he was elated. He said it was a very rare ability that many took as a sign of evil but of course he disagreed. Daddy knew that Harry wasn't evil and decided his son should know how to use his gift. As such, he went out and bought the boy a pet snake.

The beautiful snake at first was startled by the Parseltongue but quickly took a liking to the boy. The brunette loved the creature's elegence and they became excelent friends. He named the snake Schlange, and to his family's amusement, he had a tendency to hide in the boy's robes. A few family friends were scared senseless when the first saw this; Veritas always nearly died from laughing when it happened.

Unlike many rich magical families, the Sharps did not mix very often with other rich families. Harry wished they did, but he was content with the company of Schlange and, of course, his older brother. Father told Harry that they weren't full-blooded wizards, and that's why they were always kind-of loners.

What they actually were was so much better (in Harry's humble opinion). Back when the concepts of Light and Dark were in their infancy, two brother worked individually on the two recently named aspects. The way the two magics differed caused them to debate over which was better and safer; or even if there were that different to begin with.

It progressed to the point that that both brothers wanted to kill the other, both to save the world from the other's ideas. In an attempt to decide once and for all, the Dark brother mastered his magic to where he actually manged to fuse the Spirit of Darkness into himself.

But in that final battle, the Light brother did something unsuspected. He harnessed the ultimitium of Light's power, a power that surpassed all the hate he had. As cheesy as it sounds, he harnessed the power of Love.

It is argued amongst their family, but some belive that he became the first seer in that moment; the Light brother managed saw how his sacrfice would change his brother would change his brother from the path of evil and willingly gave himself up.

This unselfishness ripped apart the still living brother's heart, but showed the other brother the path he was travelling; the path both brothers had been travelling. A pth that would lead to wars and the shedding of blood. The Love that had just seen displayed changed the brother and the Spirit Darkness. They did not believe that Dark Magic was the only power worth using anymore. They turned from the path of evil they were traveling and changed for the better.

They brother took on a new name and created the family now known as the Sharps. Harry had listened to this story, enthralled. "You see Son, Dark does not mean evil. For our family are the Dark race, and we fight for justice."

Harry couldn't believe it, it surpassed anything he had heard before. He looked at his Father frowning, "So am I part of this race?"

Father laughed good-naturedly, "No Son, you are not," Seeing Harry's sad face, he quickly amended his statement. "Not even Veritas is." The young brunette was now very confused.

His Dad picked up and put him on his lap. "Whenever those in the Sharp family turn 11, we do a ceremony were the All-Father of our kind, which is currently me, infuses some of his blood into the child. This tranfers and begins changing your body, giving you many physical improvements and giving you the powers of Darkness. You in the cremony become one of us, one of the Deti t'my, as our kind's native tongue says."

Harry said eagerly, "I can't wait a couple years to do it!" His Father smiled, "Patience Son. It is not something we can hurry. Your body must be strong enough to handle it. So train, and be ready for that day."

Alright, the rewrite is officially launched! Now, there are a couple things I'd like to mention.

First off, for my old readers, you might notice some chunks of this directly come from the old Adopted By The Dark (AbtD). That's due to this being (in my opinion) my best chapter for that story. It all honestly kind of went downhill from here. Other chapters began to stray off from where I wanted them. This one was close, so all I had to do was rewrite some things, make them sound better, and add a bit of extra dialogue and stuff.

Later chapters will need a complete overhaul however, so there will be more noticeable changes later on.

Thanks for those who've kept the faith! I extend a special thanks to my boyfriend Will and his twin brother Matt for helping me put this new version of the story together.

If you're wondering about the title, I'm not telling! If you can guess what it means from what happened in the old version, great. Review and tell me your theory and I'll tell you if you're right. If you don't know, you'll find out. Eventually. Mwahahaha...

I think that's everything... Oh! Please vote on my profile if you enjoyed the original pairings for the side characters. I had planned DracoxTheo and then during third or fourth year I was actually put Blaise and Ron together (A bit wacky, I know), just for laughs and the irony. Hermione was going to go with Krum, and other paorings were to pop up as the series went on.

Anyways, vote on that topic and let me know your thoughts! Thanks for all your support everyone!

~FallenSHIN0BI