Harrianna Potter had an extremely lonely existence until she was eight years old and her friend appeared. She was a quiet child, without any friends. Her relatives did not like her. Her cousin chased away any students who were willing to give her a chance. She had no friends and truly no family whom cared. She was an extremely lonely child until out of nowhere a man appeared infront of her.

She was doing nothing in particular, only wishing and wishing she had a friend. Just one. Someone she could talk to. Someone who would care. She was angry and frightened and painfully alone. Suddenly, the man appeared before her. Neither knowing how he got there. They were both exceptionally confused at the situation as a whole.

The girl, Harrianna could not understand how someone could just appear. It seemed impossible to her but she was grateful to find someone that was willing to talk to her and who treated her nicely. It was a new feeling. No one was ever nice to her before.

The demon or man who appeared in front of the child was extremely lost. How could a child have enough power to summon him from his realm without even so much as a ritual? There were no signs of a summoning ritual and it should have been far beyond the power of any child.

At first he remained purely out of interest. The power the child had could level cities, she just did not know it. She must have been exceptionally powerful to summon a demon by chance, not just any demon at that but the king of demons. At first he wanted nothing more than to corrupt that power. Within his hands he could do almost anything.

Only after spending some time with the child before him, he realized he couldn't bring himself to do it. There was something about the child. The way she seemed too pure. The way she accepted him fully even once she found out what he was. She was unlike any mortal he had ever known. He found the longer he spoke with her and watched over her, the less he wanted to use her to his own means, instead he found himself wanting to preserve the inherent goodness within her which normally he'd find naïve and sickening.

In the end, it was not the demon who corrupted her, altering her very being. It was the cruelty of the world around her. The humans she came across that again and again, tore at the child's heart.

The man who held her down and tried to take her innocence...he died painfully, torn apart by a very angry Abaddon. Harry stood in the corner shaking in fear but as Abaddon turned to her, covered in blood she just jumped into his arms sobbing. He held her feeling her trust in him. Something never before seen by the demon king, a mortal child seeking comfort instead of acting as he expected. He expected her to run in horror instead, she went into his arms.

The people who tormented her for being different. She did not let him kill them all. Said that they were children, someday they would grow up and be better people. He obeyed her though it nearly killed him to do so. Especially as she became more and more withdrawn into herself and him. Even Hogwarts was not her escape. Children were the same everywhere and she never really fit in.

Her aunt and uncle, who treated her like a freak and beat on her when given the chance. She allowed Abaddon to warn them but not harm. He quite enjoyed listening to their fear. They never touched her again after he finished with them.

In the end, it wasn't the inherent evil of the demon that slowly changed her. It was the cruelty of a man that broke her apart.

Still she accepted him, something that he had not even hoped for. He watched the child grow. Changing from an innocent little girl to a beautiful teen.

The first time they kissed she was 13 and it had been a quick thoughtless decision.

He feared he would damn her, such a pure sole that even with all the pain she suffered, she still would not allow him to harm her abusers.

She didn't seem to care. When he said why it would be a horrible idea, she just gave him a bright smile and claimed she didn't care. That she trusted him. That she loved him. He was the first person to be kind to her that she remembered. The only person who accepted her as she was and did not seek to change her. She wasn't naïve. She knew his original intentions. He had even admitted to them, but he had never caused her harm. For a child constantly broken down by the world, that was all that mattered. She did not care what path it would lead her on. She'd be happy to follow him wherever he went.