A/N: Spoilers for Harry Potter and Elfen Lied if you have not read Harry Potter, or watched Elfen Lied. I have not read the manga for Elfen Lied, only watched the series sadly so plz don't hate me if I get some of the things wrong.

Prologue

It was a cold night since Voldemort had come to the Potter's doorstep to go out to kill them. Voldemort had suspicions of Harry Potter, the son of Lily and James Potter, of having the powers of a prophecy. It was hours until Dumbledore arrived with Hagrid to safely find Harry a new home due to the death of his mother and father.

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Lucy in the meantime was finished with Kohta and her killing days. She felt the need to leave him after the incident with him discovering the truth in the death of his sister and father. Again. She felt like she didn't deserve him. She wiped the blood off her clothes after killing off every soldier in the firing squad that night. She left no traces of her after leaving Kohta that night.

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Dumbledore had placed Harry on the doorstep of the only family he has available to raise him. An old witch in a pointy hat gave a disapproving looked after Dumbledore released Harry on the cold concrete of the Dursley residence.

"Are you sure about this Albus?" the witch questioned.

"He'll be fine McGonagall. This is the only family he has left," Dumbledore replied coolly.

"What about those? What will the muggles think when they see those," McGonagall said with a look of anxiety on her face. She pointed at the sides of Harry's head which had a pair of horns. No one, not even the wizarding world knows how the Boy-Who-Lived ended up being born with horns. Harry was also known as the Boy-With-Horns. The wizarding world has no idea of what a diclonius is so ministry is trying to contact people who do know what boys like Harry is.

"I'm sure he'll be safe here. We don't know what he'll be capable of yet," Dumbledore said as he placed a letter on Harry's blanket.

It was about an hour later where a blonde haired woman hearing crying at her doorstep. He husband was still asleep while she tossed and turned in bed. She couldn't take it anymore as she quietly got up tying a pink robe around her waist and placing pink fuzzy slippers on her feet. She rushed to the door with her eyes feeling like they were underwater for too long.

Petunia opened the door slowly as she was started by a crying baby left on her doorstep. A baby boy with a bleeding lightning scar at the side of his head. She quickly picked it up carrying it in her living room. She slowly rocked it back to sleep as the baby went from loud cries to hiccups. She placed the child next to her on the couch while picking up the letter left with him. She didn't notice the odd thing about the baby after reading the letter she received of a terrible tragedy that happened with her sister Lily Potter and her husband. She felt grief and hatred at the same time since her sister was one of those freakish people who can do special things.

Petunia turned to her nephew sighing as he finally stopped crying. She gave one good look at him until she noticed something odd about him. There was something at the side of his head. Horns. This was no ordinary child. It was like the devil's child. Petunia screamed waking Harry up again with another fit. She didn't want to touch the horrid thing again. What creature was this?! What has Lily created?! What has she done to her own son?

10 Years Later…

"FREAK! GET UP!"

Eleven year-old Harry startled awake in his cupboard as his horrible Aunt Petunia banged on the door vigorously. Slipping on his glasses, he awoke from his cupboard wearing baggy clothes that were too big for him. He stroked his hair in place while feeling the side bumps of the cream colored horns.

"Horny cousin! Hurry up and make my breakfast!" shouted Harry's hippo cousin Dudley who loved to eat food. Oh how much did the Dursleys admire their son while treating their scary nephew like a house elf.

"Coming," Harry said as he made his way towards the kitchen. He got out a red hat which covered the horns that people would often make fun of. Everyone would always stare at him as if he were some strange creature when he walks by in public areas. He was treated more harshly in the Dursley household. The Dursleys. Always calling him a monster and a freak, or alien from another world. Harry eventually got used to the insults, but he still couldn't stand his horns.

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Harry and Dudley were driven to school on another miserable day. For Harry. Petunia kissed her son loads of times while leaving Harry to go inside already.

"Hey," said Dudley in a tone that sounded like he was ready for a fight.

"What?" Harry replied.

"Take off your hat. The school doesn't allow hats to be worn inside the building," Dudley snapped.

"My teacher lets me," Harry replied.

"Well things have changed horny," Dudley said snatching Harry's hat raising it high in the air.

"Hey! Give it back!" Harry said jumping while Dudley wiggled it in the air laughing.

"You won't be needing this!" Dudley laughed with his eyes turning to a muddy puddle. He threw the hat in the fresh, wet mud as Harry's eyes went wide. Another good piece of clothing ruined. How was poor Harry going to prevent his classmates laughing at him with horns? They'll think he's some kind of alien or monster just like the way his aunt and uncle think of him. Harry went over picking up the muddy hat wiping off what he could. The hat was covered with brown stains and was drenched from the mud. He shoved it in his backpack while speed walking inside the building hoping no one will notice the horns.

Facing the teacher was just as bad. Mrs. D., his fifth grade teacher thought he was wearing some kind of costume as a practical joke for the class.

"Sorry, I was born with these. They can't come off," Harry said as Mrs. D. stared in disbelief.

"Mr. Potter, don't lie to me," Mrs. D. said getting up from her chair. She attempted to pull the horns off of Harry's head as they felt like his hand was getting amputated.

"Ow!" Harry exclaimed as pain welled in his head.

"I….uh…" Mrs. D. said dumbfounded as the whole class stared in disbelief. She let go of the horns with her hands shaking. This was just as Harry feared. Now everyone's either going to make fun of him or scream running home.

"Just…...take a seat Mr. Potter," Mrs. D. said as she faced her class. Harry nodded with heaviness in his chest. This is exactly what he expected. He noticed the boys pointing at him throughout the class while the girls giggled snickering while facing Harry. Harry sighed placing his hands on top of his horns trying to cover them.

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Recess rolled around as the school ran around outside doing their normal recess things. Harry in the meantime, hid behind a bush so no one would be able to find him there and make fun of his horns. He sat there for what felt like ten minutes until he sensed something inside of him. Another presence meaning he wasn't alone. His pupils went smaller only revealing most of his emerald eyes. He felt like he had an extra pair of hands with him as he slowly got up walking to where the presence was.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Harry was stopped by a group of large goons surrounding his path. Dudley and his stupid big friends. Piers, one of Dudley's bestest friends stepped closer glaring down on Harry. Harry in the meantime felt anger surge up in his body while he clenched his fists tightly. He could feel the extra pair of hands bursting inside of him as a pair of what looked like 7 clear hands burst from behind him. Dudley and his gang screamed as Piers felt four of the hands grab him. Pier was shoved to the ground as Harry walked in between the group surrounding him as they made a path for him. Dudley ran off with his goons leaving Harry to continue walking into the direction of the presence.

Harry continued walking until ten feet ahead of him, the presence was strong as ice. He stared up at a tall figure looking down on him with shadow covering the eyes. The figure was female, with pink hair, and blood red eyes. His eyes squinted as he felt his hands wriggled behind him.

"Who are you?" Harry said while staring at the figure.

"I'm Lucy. You're one of my kind."