DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN Harry Potter nor Inu Yasha. Also I don't get any monetary gain by writing this. It is only for recreational uses.

Scarlet…rivers of it…raining…

Shadows…coming…run…Can't Escape!

A soft object…a rock…fall…splash… sticky…copper…blood…can't breathe…nearer…darkness…HELP!

Pressure…too much…can't breathe…n.e..e…d…

Weak…abomination…Freak…NO!

Pain…hears…screams…cries…

Void…

Resentment…hates…bitterness…betrayal…

Blank…

Satisfaction…

Rage…hate…unbelievable… fear…

Can't…hard…

Golden eyes…

Inside of a little cupboard located in number fourth Privet Drive, Surrey, laid a 16-year-old boy gasping desperately for air. He has charcoal black hair and unbelievable pale skin, probably gain because of the deficiency of vitamin D in his body. But his most striking features were his avada kadavra green eyes, which have an uncanny resemblance to the curse that gave him his scar and the title the boy-who-live many years ago. The cause of his affliction was the long, painful lashes at his back gushing blood into the pitiful mattress. His name is Harry Potter and his uncle had just give him a "good old-fashioned beating" to beat out of him the unnatural freakishness that was tainting his normal house since the FREAK have imposed his presence in his and his perfectly ordinary family lives 15 years ago.

Vernon Dursley:

He considered a pity that the freak has gotten to his wife first that Halloween night and bewitched her before he could rid of the abnormally sleeping in the basket. Since then he has tried many a time to leave the freak in the many alleys ha had found (Who knew London has that many alleys!) or even deep in a forest when his family went camping when the freak was 4. But always in the morning HE was at his cupboard looking worse for the wear, but alive. Darling, sweet Petunia looks disappointed at every fail attempt, but also relief that t…th…the wards protecting our regular home haven't been destroyed and we are still protected of the other freaks. Don't understand her need of IT, a normal gun and punch of little old me would protect us of them, see if those freaks with their unnaturalness don't run away. Bet they are all little fags that want to corrupt normal people like us, but flee in the presence of a real man. They need to be reminded of their place like the Freak has been. No matter what, Vernon Dursley will do a favor to the normal and respectable people and purge the world from one abomination that unfortunately is living in his house.

HARRY:

As we said before, little harry was gasping in pain inside his cupboard. And as you could deduce, he is a wizard. But not a regular wizard either, he is an unusual shining beacon in the middle of the already rare percentage of humans that are wizards. Not only because he is the only recorded case of a person surviving the killing curse after a direct impact, but because of his humongous magical capacity and quick mind, a unique quality between the magical community, that while interbreeding didn't cause them genetic problems, after many centuries of doing it, they have created a society organize in a lord-vassal structure.

The minor families unconsciously have tied themselves to the major lines, leaving them to indirectly follow the wishes and policies of the head of house. This created in time the naissance of two or three major identities that influence each magician each generation. Of course, they do not even think of the possibility that they aren't complete free minded or that the population is mere sheep-people to the primary players. The only exception is the so called muggle-borns that, as the muggle blood have diluted enough their squib ancestors' pure or half-blood, are not so strongly influenced by this. So, as you can see, Harry is a very special half-blood. Of course, he's not the only anomaly, as can be proved with the existence of other half-bloods, or even pure-bloods like Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. , Severus Tobias Snape or Blaise Zabini, to mention a few of this generation.

So going back to Harry, he was trying to diminish the damage caused by his uncle with the natural flow of his magic inside his arteries, veins and capillaries. But this wasn´t the only thing that was paining him. You see, his year has been the worst one he has live. And that's not a little achievement, with the abuse he has receive since he was a little more than a year, a possessed teacher out for his blood, a 16 meter basilisk, soul-sucking monsters and a deadly tournament that ended in the death of a friend. What happened this year was an ugly toad for a teacher with a really strong fetish for the color pink who liked to tortured children, especially Harry, with a self-mutilating writing utensil, the resurrection of a supposedly dead wizard with a strong case of megalomania with serious esthetical problems that wanted his head for a birthday present and the murder of the only human being that treated him like a person and also his one-way ticket trip out of Dursleyland.

So, yes, he can rank this past year as the worst. But what the cherry-on-the-top was discovering; not, not discovering, instead, taking off the willingly putted pink-tinted glasses and realizing the truth of his so-call best friends. He was going to the library at midnight to search for a book necessary to continue investigating about the muggle Einstein-Ross Bridge, the only time he could freely investigate at his heart content without having to put with his friends questions, jealousy or critics. It wasn't that he didn't trust his friends at that time; instead it was because he knew the importance of being the informational center to Hermione and the uninterested, and prejudice way Ron views anyone that liked books. And as the 11-year old Harry considered more important their friendship than his fun, couple with the very ingrained habit to diminish himself (because in the first year in primary school, he did way better than Dursley in the report cart, gaining praises of the teachers while they suggested uncle Vernon to put Dudley in a special program to help Dudley. When they arrived home, uncle Vernon was so furious that his face was turning multiple shades of puce purple. He grabbed little Harry, giving him the beating of his life. He still shudders when he remembers that day.) He downplayed his abilities and knowledge in class while reading at night, when his nightmares didn't let him have a restful night. Continuing with the story, Harry was walking down a corridor, when he overheard some familiar shouts. Curious, he cast a eaves-dropping charm at the hidden door and heard Hermione's' and Ronald's voices.

"…CAN'T KEEP RISKING MY LIFE FOR THAT PIECE OF SHIT!" -came Ron's voice.

"RONALD, KEEP YOUR VOICE DOW!"-Shrieked Hermione. - "You perfectly know these ward doesn't protect us absolutely of someone overhearing."

"It's not my fault that you are such a weak witch!" said Ron. Harry was interested why were his best friends inside a forgotten classroom in the middle of the night without him. He kept listening.

"MY FAULT! You are the lazy one that does not do anything for the mission and then vainglories himself with the prices!" Reply Hermione.

"What do you care? It isn't your money we are stealing. It is the bloody, arrogant, attention-seeking son-of-a mud blood's money! The git is so pathetic that he even doesn't notice that we are stealing it or that he's been manipulated for all of his live! All he does is whining about how horrible his relatives are or how much he hates the students' attention! It would be better if he just died like he's supposed to do and live us good people with his fortune!" Shouted Ron.

Harry wasn't stupid. He knew they were talking about him. Of course he noticed the strange glances sometimes they would give him when they though he didn't see them or how some of Ron's things where too expensive for being his or how Hermione appeared sometimes with an ancient book that probably belongs to an ancient and noble family's library. But he didn't want to believe the worst in them. They were his first and only friends since Dudley scared every potential friend back in Privet Drive. But this confection made him admit the cruel and bittersweet truth. They were just for his money and fame. He thought it could not be worst. Of course, every time someone says that they only jinx themselves, and in this case it was no exception.

"I know Ronald! But repeating every time we gather isn't going to solve it! Now, we need to report to the headmaster about Harry's behavior this week and to claim our monthly payment!" Exclaimed the brown headed.

Harry's heart was crushed into tiny pieces with this information. His rose-tinted glasses where completely destroyed. He started to see the little details he kept ignoring in a new light. What were the possibilities of a pure-blood witch screeching in a muggle train station about platform 10 ¾ when they have already done it a million times just as he was passing, or how about the silent encouragement and obvious preference and blind eye of the headmaster and sometimes the teachers to his many live-dangerous misadventures or his discernible malnourishment. Also, wasn't the school nurse's job to report any signs of child abuse? How could she not notice the many broken bones, bruises, lashes and scars that he had at the beginning of each year? And he practically lives in the hospital wing! He even has his named carved in his bed, for God sakes!

He stumbled backwards. Then he started running until he arrived at the Gryffindor's common room. He went to sleep tired and depressed. But he promise himself revenge. He will avenge every slight against his person. Nobody will step on him again. And everyone who tried will intimately know who just Harry James Potter is capable of without his moral scruples that he had put on to try a normal live. Not anymore, n.o.t a.n.y.m.o.r.e.

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