The streets were dark, too dark to see anything unless you had the eyesight of a cat, owl or something similar. A young barn owl sat atop an unlit streetlight, watching the curious people down below fuss over a small bundle. There was an old man, with a fluffy white beard that reached his waist, a middle aged woman, with a strict air about her, and a large burly man, about seven feet tall or so with the most scraggly hair the owl had seen. For a moment, it was tempted to search through the hair for anything to eat, but thought against it when the man's hand's were seen. They were large enough to easily crush the owl's body. Let's avoid that, shall we? The owl thought to itself before inspecting the bundle in the old man's arms. A faint heartbeat could be heard, as the small being in the bundle rested quietly. The owl listened to the baby's breathing, as it was gently put on the ground. It ignored the fuss the woman was making to the old man, far more interested in the child. From its' perch, it could barely make out a faint scar in the shape of a lightening bolt on his head.

"Harry Potter…" The owl heard. Harry Potter, huh? The owl thought to itself before flying off, having seen enough. How interesting. It could tell, the boy was to do great things. It flew off, towards the city. Maybe it could find some food in an alleyway, or something. As it flew around, it saw the worse parts of the city, where beggars and muggers lived in poverty. It didn't understand why those people didn't eat the rats and mice that surrounded them, but that meant more for the owl. Seeing a mouse, it flew down and caught one in its' talons. Once it found a nice perch, another broken streetlight, it began to eat, watching around itself for others that would steal its' prize or attack it. It saw a somewhat run down church nearby, with a small bag in front of the door. Swallowing the mouse, it flew over to inspect the bag. The owl could hear a heartbeat from inside, but it was curious why there was one in it. It reached the bag, an old bag, which was probably found on the side of the road originally. Finding an opening, it peered in and saw a brownish red haired baby. The child shivered as it was completely bare of any garments to keep itself warm. The baby was obviously abandoned, though the owl couldn't fathom why, until it saw the left arm. The arm was completely disfigured and looked as though someone had cut off his original one, replacing it with a failed disturbing attempt at one. Now the owl understood, the boy was not going to survive on his own. The owl debated about trying to save it from future suffering, but decided against it, as it could tell, the boy was also going to be important, just like that Potter boy. They were both going to do something drastic in the future, and it was hopefully for the best. The owl left the baby to sleep. I wonder what the future holds for those two, it thinks to itself, disappearing into the night.

...

Had anyone looked outside the classroom windows, they would have seen a thin brown haired boy with round glasses too large for his face running from three larger built boys that had dark grins on their face. The brunette, Harry Potter, was running from his cousin and his friends who were planning to beat him up again. He ran faster, not wanting to get caught and deal with another beating. Once a day was enough, thank you very much. Harry saw a bunch of trash cans ahead of him at the corner of the school.

There! I can get away! He thought as he ran around and hid behind the cans, closing his eyes and hoping he wouldn't be noticed. As he sat, a breeze flew past from the direction the wall was supposed to be in. Confused, he opened his eyes and looked around. He was on a chimney.

He was on a chimney!

He grabbed the edges of the chimney with all his strength and looked ahead, terrified. Maybe someone will hear me if I shout! I gasped.

"Can someone get me down from here? Please? Anyone?" He began shouting as loud as he could, looking around now in hopes someone would notice him. Luckily, it seems a teacher had had their window open and heard his cries for help. When they had found him, they told him to stay where he was while he got help. Now that he knew someone was coming, Harry looked back up at the sky so that he wouldn't see how high up he was. Eventually, some more teachers arrived with a ladder and climbed up before helping him down. As soon as he was safe on the ground, he was whisked off to the principal's office.

"How did you get up there? Don't you know it's dangerous?" The principle interrogated the small boy before his aunt and uncle arrived.

"I swear! I don't know how I got up there! I was just trying to get away from Dudley and his friends, honest!" The small boy felt like crying, but he knew that there was no point. No one would believe him, no matter what he did.

He was sent outside as Mr. and Mrs. Dursley arrived. They frowned at him as they passed, before entering the room and talking. They stayed in the room for what seemed like hours to Harry, but was really only minutes. The door opened again and Harry looked at his two guardians with tears in his eyes as they glared down at him.

"Into the car, brat!"

After a painful car ride for Harry, who had to stay quiet as his cousin Dudley beat him, Harry was once more shoved into the cupboard under the stairs. For the rest of the day and night, Harry sat in the dark cupboard, without food, and wondering, how on earth did he get on that chimney?

…

Snow fell softly to the ground, freezing a small brown-haired boy as he sat on the sparsely grassed hill. Glassy-eyed, he started at the grave in front of him. Silently, another tear fell from his eyes.

Mana...

The face of a laughing clown flashed before his eyes, before a new stream of tears ran down his cheeks. The child continued to stare at the grave, numb to the cold snow drifting around him.

"Why hello young one~!"

The young boy raised his head to see who the helium filled voice belonged to. An enormous man with an inhuman grin stood behind the grave.

"Would you like me to bring back Mana Walker~?" the man(?) questioned. A spark of hope appeared in the boy's eyes. The man's smile widened. He stepped out from behind the grave -the boy watching his actions with a mix of fear, dread and hope- and created a black skeleton out of thin air. The skeleton had no hands or feet, and the only color visible was a purple star on its' forehead.

"Here's the body, but to truly bring him your dear Mana back from that wretched god, I need your help~!" the person (?) leered forward, making the boy flinch. "I need you, a person with a strong connection to the soul, to call him back!~"

The boy stared at the skeleton for a moment, hope and suspicion warring. Finally, he stepped forward, ignoring a familiar voice screaming for him not to do it.

"MANA!" the desperate shout escaped the boy's lips, cracking from disuse. The voice cried.

The being grinned maniacally as a flash of purple lightning struck the skeleton, it's sinister personality finally showing through.

"Allen?" A voice rasped out from the metallic maw of the skull as the skeleton began to disjointedly move. The young boy, Allen, let the first smile in days grace his face.

"Mana…" he whispered tearfully, finally able to hear the voice he had longed for.

"Allen… what have you DONE TO ME!?" The skeleton, Mana, screeched at Allen in fury. Allen flinched back, confused at the anger he had never seen in his foster father. "How dare you turn me into an Akuma, Allen Walker?"

"Akuma dearest!~ Kill this child and put on his skin." The Earl suddenly spoke up, starting what he felt was his favorite part.

Allen began to back away as the skeleton moved forward. "Allen… I curse you…" it grabbed hold of the terrified boy, "I curse you! Allen Walker!" It slashed down the left side of Allen's face, making it bleed profusely.

Mana, why? What did I do wrong? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mana! Allen thought to himself as the skeleton raised its' limbs for a finishing blow.

'I'll save you.'

A light flashed, and suddenly, Allen was on the ground, out of the skeleton's hold. A giant, silver claw had replaced his original deformed red limb, a brightly glowing green cross shining on the back of it. Allen looked around, wondering where the skeleton that was his father was. A couple of meters to his left, he saw it, only the upper half mostly intact and struggling to raise itself on its remaining two limbs.

The claw twitched.

Allen could only stare in horror as the limb came to life on its own. It kept twitching for a moment, before dragging Allen towards the skeleton. That was when Allen realized that it planned on killing Mana.

"Mana! Run!" he screamed as he was pulled towards the broken body, tears flowing from his eyes. "Mana! Father, run!"

"Allen," the skeleton breathed as it stared at the despairing boy, claw stretched out to finally crush the skeleton, "I love you."

The young boy wailed into the night in the once more empty graveyard.

…

"Do you want to be an exorcist?"

-Prologue End-

A/N Note

Hehe, hi everyone! Not entirely sure what I'm doing here (somehow thought I'd be able to pull off a multi-chapter fic -.-") but I guess I'm posting this so, hope you guys like it! I know, not too much happened during the first chapter, but hey! It'll hopefully get better soon!... just a warning, I'm not very consistent with my updating so yeah... Hope you liked it and the disclaimer is on my page!

If you actually liked this, be thankful to my friend StarlightDragons. She actually got me to write and will also probably be the one to get me to update this thing...

Also, I know the summary was complete crap, you don't have to tell me, though if you have any ideas for a better one (almost anything is better honestly) then please pm me~!