Harry Potter, the born Dom

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable.

A/N: first of all, I want to credit Loverofeevee, because her fic Dark Lord Potter gave me this idea, it's not going to be the same, obviously, but I got the inspiration from that fic. Second of all, this will be slash and harem fic with harry as the Dom. That means that Harry is going to have multiple lovers all of the male gender. And he is going to be the 'alpha' if you will. I have yet to decide if harry is going to be a creature or not, but no matter what, he is going to be all powerful (hints the title). This fic starts with him young, and He will start his harem when he is under age (nothing under 15), but nothing sexual will happen until he is 17. This will have lemon. If this makes you uncomfortable please vacate the premises. This is my first fic, but I'm super excited to post it. I have no Beta, if you wish to Beta for me, pm me with your email. Otherwise, don't complain about it. With that said,

ENJOY!

Dark. Everything around him was dark. But that's ok because that was normal for him. Dark was comfortable. Dark meant he was in his cupboard and no one could reach him. Dark meant safety to his five year old mind. In the dark he would close his eyes and imagine that he was in a park at night. In the middle of the park stood a library and in it held thousands of books. Each book held a memory. Something happy in one spot or something sad in another. Sections on what he read and sections on everything he remembered. Memories were filed away as soon as they happened so if he ever forgot anything all he had to do was find the book that held what he was looking for and in it he could look at the memory again. He could never forget anything. Way in the back, surrounded by a rushing river and many deadly creatures, lie his most haunting memories. The ones he doesn't want to remember. This library was his sanctuary. When he was hurt he would go to his library and soak in the river and when he would come back to his cupboard he would be completely healed. Around the library, in his park were every animal he had ever read about. He loved to read. Whenever his aunt kicked him out of the house he would go to the 'real' library and sit and read for hours on end about everything he could. His favorite though was the ones about mythical creatures. When he was in his cupboard after he read about them, he would go to his mind park and add them. He loved adding to his park and making every animal comfortable. He would find the perfect place for them to be in his park by changing the climate, add trees, rivers, ponds, and caves just so they could feel safe. He wished someone would do the same for him, but the animals, they helped protect his memories, and kept his sanctuary safe, so making them feel save in return was the least he could do.

Tonight was one such occasion where he had been to the library and was now adding to his 'mind park' as much as he could fit, then expanding it to fit more. He went around and said high to all the different animals petting and feeding them whatever appeared in his hand. He then went into his library and filed away the memories of the day before soaking his bruised body in the river. The water was cool on his too skinny body, but on the burning welts on his back and thighs, the cold water felt like a healing balm. As he soaked he thought about the books he read, and the creatures he added. He spoke with the mermaid, sharks, and sprite that lived there about his day and how his uncle had been upset at how late he came home. He spoke to them about the pot that exploded during his punishment and how that made his uncle even madder, how an invisible force nocked his uncle back and how he hoped the man wouldn't remember it in the morning. They told him to look it up as soon as he was able to go back to the outside world library, and he decided that would be the first thing he would do next time. He lay talking and soaking for hours until he heard the shrill voice of his aunt jolting him awake. She was calling for him to get up. With any luck he would be able to go out again and read more today. As he got up, he noted that the river had done its job and the sharp stinging pain from his uncle was gone and he was left with just a dull ach in his muscles.

"Yes aunt petunia" he said, hoping to denture some of her wrath his sparkling green eyes closed as the door to his cupboard opened flooding the small room with a blinding light.

"Well come on then, make the breakfast, and don't you dare burn anything" she ground out turning away from his. She hated him. She hated his eyes most. The green eyes. The same laughing green of her dead sister. Haunting her, following her, and never dulling. She tried to get them to dull. Tried in vain to get them to stop laughing at her. To make them stop haunting her dreams with accusations of how she was treating her sisters son. Mocking her about being week, and having no magic. Eyes that showed disgust at her husband and her son, but worst of all, eyes that forgave. Forgave everything she had done. At first she simply tried to ignore him, but soon she couldn't take it so she piled chores for him high, and let her beast of a husband deal with punishment in hopes of getting them to dim. When that didn't work, she sent him away. Locking those eyes out of her house for hours, sometimes days on end so she didn't have to see them. She didn't know where the boy went, and frankly she didn't care as long as those eyes were gone.

"After you're done cooking, get out of my sight, and don't come back until dark. Then you will make dinner and go back to your cupboard."

"Yes Aunt petunia" he replied hiding a secret smile and waiting for her to huff and leave the room so he could pocket come of the bacon he was cooking for later. As expected she huffed and left the room, going to wake her husband and son for breakfast. Quick as he could, the boy shoved as much food as he could fit into his pockets and got back to cooking as though nothing happened. The thunderous noise from above him signaled his cousin was awake and it was time to leave. He put on his three sizes to big hand me down coat and left heading in the direction he knew well.

Halfway there he decided to take a shortcut he remembered seeing once. Down the alley he smelled something off and found crackling around his skin. Something alerted him to a stranger coming at him and he ran.

"Slow down buddy, I'm not going to hurt you." Came a kind voice. The boy stopped and turned around to see an average height man with dirty blond hair about in his early forties "I just want to know what you're doing back here. It's dangerous." As if on cue a drunk man stumbled out of a building. He spotted the boy and licked his lips

"What's a gorgeous thing like you doing here?" He slurred drunkenly

"Stay back" the kind man yelled "kid get out of here, come on" he started to run but looked back at the kid to find him just standing there" electricity tingled on the boys skin and when the drunk tried to give chase, it turned white and lashed out. The kind man stared as the white energy swirled around the boy and attacked the drunk making him whine and sink to his knees before passing out.

"What the hell was that?!" he yelled once the white…. Whatever it was.. dissipated leaving only a fine mist surrounding the boy. He stopped when the boy turned frightened green eyes brimming with tears that he refused to let fall. Noticing that the boy looking like a scared animal ready to run, he quickly changed his tune. "Buddy, I'm not mad. Do you know what happened?" the boy shook his head turning the green eyes back on the unconscious man in front of him

"Is… is he dead" he asked in a small childlike voice. The man couldn't help but kneel down and check his pulse

"no, but we had better get out of here before he wakes up." he scooped up the child and placed him on his hip the boy shook and cried into his shoulder as he walked. He tried to get the child to stop crying by making conversation so he could at least have something to tell the police once he got the station "Where are your parents?" he asked feeling angry at them for letting this three year old go out on his own.

"dead" the boy said and the man cursed. "Well, who do you live with?" he tried again

"aunt petunia and uncle Vernon. But they don't like me much."

"well then, what is your name?"

Harry quickly checked in with his library finding his first memories and pulling the name 'Harry' out "Harry is what my mommy called me, but my aunt calls me 'boy', my uncle calls me 'freak', and my cousin calls me 'slave', so which ever you want to call me is ok." The boy said shyly the man was aghast and decided then and there that he would not let that child go back to those monsters even if he had to take him in his self. Besides he was extremely curious about what happened in the alley.

"Well then I'll call you Harry. Hello Harry, my name is Mike, and I am a police officer. But I was off duty so I'm not in my uniform" he said trying to make the clearly neglected if not abused boy on his hip relax a bit more and tell him what he knew. He contemplated bringing up what happened in the alley but decided against it "where were you going today"

"The library. I wanted to know why I can make things happen." He said finally relaxing into the man's chest.

"What kind of things can you make happen Harry?" Mike questioned

"Last night I made a vase explode and made uncle fly into a wall. I can heal overnight in my river and can talk to animals, but I like talking to snakes the most. I can change places by closing my eyes, and can change my face. Oh! And I can be animals." The boy chattered excitedly bouncing on his hip. "If I have a picture I can change to be any person, I make things fly and I can make light."

Mike had to decide how much was real and how much was the child's imagination. He didn't even know where to start, o he let the child babble until he turned the corner to the station.

"Last week I turned the belt Uncle was hitting me with into a wet noodle. He was so mad I didn't get to come out of my cupboard. That means I couldn't eat for days and I wet…" he trailed off suddenly looking ashamed and hiding his face in the man's shirt. Mike wanted to get off this topic so he quickly asked "How old are you?"

"Five!" the boy said suddenly cheerful holding up five fingers to emphasize his point. Mike was shocked. The boy looked no older the three but quickly recovered "wow! You're a big boy!" they entered the station and the secretary, Linda, looked up.

"Mike! What are you doing here! It's your day off!" her long strawberry curls bobbing as she skipped over and moved to give the man a hug. It was then that she noticed the boy on his hip. She gave Mike a curious look and he said "Linda, this is Harry. Harry, this is Linda, my friend." Harry suddenly got extremely shy and buried his face in Mike's shirt. "Hello miss" he said quietly, muffled by the shirt "can you hold him so I can get the boss man?" she nodded and held her arms out to take the boy but as she touched him she was shocked. "ow!" she squeaked in surprise. Mike threw her a look saying he'd explain later. "Harry, come on little buddy, Linda is going to hold you for a bit. She's really nice, and if you ask nicely, I'm sure she can get you a snack" he cajoled. Harry having eaten all of his pocketed meal earlier looked up at the prospect of food and cautiously looked at her. Her smile was bright and her eyes looked kind. She reminded him of him mommy from the book memories of when he was really little. Slowly he nodded. She reached out and slowly gathered him into her arms and placed him on her hip. She was softer then Mike, and he really liked her hair. Harry noticed her blue eyes looking at him and hid his face in her long curls. She cheerfully said "how about that snack!" and turned to face Mike who mouthed 'Abuse' and then said to harry "I'm just going to go through that door there, and get another one of my friends alright?" Harry shook his head, frightened that he might lose his only friend and grabbed hold of mikes shirt. "please" he said in a small terrified voice "don't leave" Linda wanted to cry at the heart breaking plea, but Mike just smiled and reassured him that he'd be right back and he wanted Harry to meet his friend. "I'll be right back buddy don't worry I'm not really leaving, just getting someone". Eventually Harry let go, his messy black hair falling in his eyes as he looked longingly towards the only person he ever trusted, thinking that he would never come back "good boy harry" Mike said and kissed him on the forehead softly before turning around and heading through the doors. Harry started crying silently, and Linda carried him over to the vending machines to get some food.

Meanwhile, though the doors Mike rushed to his boss's desk.

"Mike? What the hell are you doing here! I told you to go home and get some rest!" A tall man with salt and pepper hair looked up, his kind hazel eyes betrayed the stern look on his face. Noticing the grim look on his friends face he lost all playfulness and said "what happened Mike" looking worried

Mike replied as quickly as he could while being pointing out important details as he would for a murder case "Found a five year old boy alone in an alley. A drunk came after him. Since he was alone, I figured he was lost, so I carried him here but the flinch when I tried to pick him up told a different story. At first I thought neglect, but then I started to get him to talk and he reveled verbal, psychological, and physical abuse. He doesn't show signs of sexual abuse, but we won't know until we get him to talk more. He has become extremely attached to me, and I strongly suspect I am the first adult to be kind to him." Halfway through the briefing, the men started walking towards the doors that lead to the lobby. "Oh, one more thing," Mike started looking a bit unsure "you know I don't believe in anything supernatural right?" that got a weird look from his boss "well I swear to god this kid has powers. He made this white light appear and it knocked the drunk out. And when Linda tried to pick him up, he shocked her." His boss raised an eyebrows but kept walking, a small smirk on his face.

When they entered the lobby the sight they saw was Linda smiling indulgently at a small child on her lap as he gesticulated wildly and bounced up and down talking and smiling and eating what looked to a fudge brownie and getting chocolate all over his face. Linda took a wet paper towel and he let her wipe his face. She whispered to him and he looked up, dropped his brownie and ran over "MIKE!" he shouted as he flung his arms around the kneeling man's neck. "You came back" his voice was muffled by the shirt, but the tears were obvious. "I told you I would buddy" Mike said softly picking to boy up and letting the boy rest his head on his shoulder. "Harry, this is my friend Kenny. Kenny, this is Harry" Mike gestured to his boss, and the tall man smiled down at the boy "hey there" he said as if talking to any adult. Harry immediately liked him. This man made his energy calm down and he felt more in control.

Kenny was shocked to say the least. He felt some magic presents come near earlier, but figured it was a magical artifact in evidence. Those come through now and again, but when Mike spoke about this child having something that sounded a lot like magic to him, he became skeptical. Surly what he felt was too powerful for a five year old child to possess. Low and behold, when he walked through those doors he felt the magic multiply and it was clearly coming from this bouncing boy who barely looked three. The magic danced around the room and seemed to gesticulate in sync with the boy's wild motions. When the child turned his head he had to stifle a gasp at the green eyes that magic poured through making them seemed to sparkle. The only other person he had ever scene with magic so powerful it flowed out there eyes was Dumbledore. When the child ran up he felt the magic spike and sent his own soothing energy out to it and helped it to calm down. Those big eyes turned on him. This child was probably the most powerful person to live since Merlin he thought to himself. "Hey there" he said and decided then and there he would be a part of this child's life. He needed trained, or his magic would explode. "I heard you were super brave today, and you met Linda, isn't she nice?" he said striking up a conversation. The boy just nodded brightly and he said decided to push a little and thought starting with home life would be a good idea. Get the boy out of there, then deal with the magic. His magic can sooth enough to keep the boy from danger, until he is in a steady house. Of course this means that he will have to go to the ministry and get the forms that allow him to tell Mike and Linda about magic. But first, get the boy safe.

"So harry, why don't you me and Mike go to the lounge, Linda can get back to work, and we can all talk. How does that sound?" when harry nodded Mike bent down and whispered "say thank you and goodbye, Harry" then smiled at the boys wiggle to get down. As soon as harry was down he ran up to Linda gave her a bright smile, hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Thank you Miss Linda, goodbye!" then ran back over and held his arms up to be picked up once more. "You're welcome Harry, have a good day!" the boy giggled when she blew him a kiss and buried his head once more.

Both officers looked grim knowing this conversation would be a hard one for little Harry.

fished for now! Tell me what you think. This is a WIP, so you can lend me ideas and what not, but I plan on skipping the custody battle and going to maybe two years later, when Harry is 7 and starting training. If you have ideas tell me them either by pm or review! Thanks!

-love