A/N: Hello, everyone! Welcome to Harry Potter is the White Diamond Prince. You might be wondering, "Why the hell is computerman275 ripping off Arsao Tome's story?", well actually, I've been given permission to adopt this story, making this the first one that I've owned through permission. I'm only slightly editing the chapters he gave me before I start to write on other ones. For now, I only have chapters 1-4, so expect a bit of time to occur before I do anymore. Anyway, enjoy this story and credit Arsao Tome for the original concept.

No. 4 Privet Dr. Little Whinging, Surrey Eng.

It was the end of the third year and Harry Potter was sitting in his prison cell of a bedroom when all of the sudden there was a knock on the door. "BOY! GO SEE WHO IT IS!" Said Vernon, Harry's uncle. He sighed and went down to answer it; behind the door was a woman. But she was no ordinary woman, she was 5 feet 10, had long ash blond hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a white vest, cape, tights, boots and a choker. She looked at the boy with a smirk but deep down she had love for him in her eyes.

"Uh, hello?" He said.

"You look so much like your father." She said.

"Uh, can I help you ma'am?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I am Emma Frost and I need to talk to the Dursleys."

"Please come in," so he led her in and they walked in the main room. Vernon had walked in.

"Who was at the door boy?" He said and saw Emma then he paled. "You."

"Hello, Vernon."

"What are you doing here?"

"To take my nephew off your hands."

"You can't have him!"

"And why not?" They looked at Vernon, the fat pig was sweating. He was going to be grasping at straws.

"Because the old man said for you not to go anywhere."

"Oh really? What's the real reason Uncle Vernon?" Said Harry, "Tell me." Vernon was sweating hard and it wasn't the heat. "You said you 'didn't want me', but now that Ms. Frost wants me you aren't so willing to give me up. So, what's up with that?"

"If it were up to me, the bitch would take you!"

"Then why won't you let her? What I think is you know she would treat me right and you won't be shown up."

"THAT'S A LIE!"

"Prove It! Let her take me!" He glared at the fat man, who was going to blink first?

"Fine," he said dejectedly.

"Vernon, why?" Said Petunia.

"We don't want the boy here and he doesn't want to be here." He looked at Emma and scowled, "Take the freak, I don't care anymore!"

"Harry, go on and pack your things and we'll leave in a little bit." She said Harry did and she glared at Vernon. "If you touch him again, I will make Your Life A Living Hell! DON'T PUSH ME!" Vernon was cowed, then Harry walked downstairs and Emma smiled at her nephew. "Ready to go?" He nodded and they started to leave when Petunia had stopped them.

"WAIT! Please don't take him away from us."

"Why? You always wanted me to be a slave, never telling me the truth about my parents and knew I was a wizard. At least Aunt Emma wants me." Emma had slowly wrapped her arms around him, "look on the bright side. You won't have to worry about the freak anymore." With that, they had left and got into a limo.

They had headed for a hotel where she had a penthouse room and they had dinner. They had talked about what had happened in his three years at his school. Then she took a good look at him, "We are going shopping tomorrow, alright?" She said.

"Yes ma'am," he said. So they tucked in for the night, they shared a bed and Emma snuggled with Harry in her arms, one of the first times in her life, she felt at peace holding someone else. Someone she loves and is responsible for is in her arms lovingly.

"Harry, I love you so much that I want you to become my son." She said to the sleeping boy. She had just the thing. She reached for her purse and pulled out a hypodermic needle with her blood in it, which she kept as a preparing object and jabbed it in to his neck, injecting the contents of it in to him. "My son, I can't wait to see what would happen to you." She said and fell asleep.

The next morning, Harry woke up not knowing that his entire being changed. His hair had streaks of blond in it, his eyes were now a jade green and his body was a little more buffed. He had taken his shower and brushed his teeth, and then he took a real good look at himself. "Wow." He said. He was so nervous when Emma had waked up to her 'son' staring in the mirror. "A little narcissistic are we?" He looked over to her. "Good morning, Harry." She said.

"What happened to me? I looked like I filled out." He asked.

Emma sighed 'This was going to happen' she thought to herself. "Harry, sometime after Dumbledore told your mother the prophecy of you becoming the Boy-Who-Lived, she asked me to be one of the many people to look after you. I decided to make you my son via blood so you would be under my protection. I never did this because of different reasons, and I never hated your mother."

Harry looked a little puzzled, although he could understand where she was coming from. "So, you made me your own prince so you could protect me?"

"Yes, that's correct." Harry understood what she meant now.

"Okay, I understand." Harry said with a grin.

"Let's go eat some breakfast and go shopping." So they ate and went to the shopping district. He started to try on something and was looking good; girls were looking at him and blushing. He tried on suits, cargo pants, T-shirts, shirts and shoes. In that day, he got 20 pairs of clothing. They were walking out of a store when he doubled over in pain and he rushed to the restroom. "HARRY!" She said as she chased him.

Meanwhile Harry was in the restroom and went in to a stall to hide. He was changing, his skin was crystallizing, and he was becoming a living diamond. "What's happening to me?" He said frightened.

Emma had followed him to the restroom and was about to go in when she was stopped by a security guard. "Ma'am you can't go in there." He said. She looked at him and took control of his mind, "You will let me into the restroom." She ordered, "I will let you into the restroom." he replied and backed away. She then went inside.

"Harry?"

"I'm fine, Auntie."

"No you aren't, don't tell me you're alright when you aren't. If you don't open this door I'm going to break it down." She said, Harry sighed and resigned to his fate.

"Okay Auntie, you asked for it." He whimpered, he unlocked the last door and slowly opened it to his surprise, Emma was crystallized like him.

"I think you and I need to talk." So after they changed back, they had lunch and talked about her powers and what she did. "I really wanted you as my son because I promised your mother."

"I understand, I guess, will you help me?"

"Of course, I am not going to leave you to your own devices." Harry hugged her and she hugged him back, stroking his hair.

TBC