An: So, I have another Harry Potter and D. Gray man cross over, and I am posting it. Most of this was already pre-written, so I am not working on it instead of PLPK, I just got sick of it sitting on my hard drive and staring at me accusingly.

What I am posting now was originally a prologue of sorts to a longer story, that story hasn't been, and is unlikely to get, written. I am giving up on waiting for inspiration, and so will post what I have and set it as complete.

DISCLAIMER: this is fan fiction, it should be obvious that I don't own anything, this is the only one I am doing for this story and a similar one can be found on my profile.

WARNINGS FOR LATER THIS STORY: for same sex relationships, relationships of questionable natures, swearing, out of character-ness, mentions of non-con and lasting effects of, unlikely/impossible circumstances, inaccuracies and impossibilities, incomplete story this is semi-abandoned, and probably a lot of other things as well, including terrible writing.

Froi Tiedoll was lonely. He had a large family, he was pureblood after all, but he didn't talk to them, Froi Tiedoll wasn't even his real name; it was the name he took after he ran away. He had never liked his previous name and, for some reason, this one just felt more comfortable, like it somehow fit better than the one his parents gave him.

He had been living by himself for years while hiding from his parents. He was scared to cast down roots, scared that somehow his family would find him and punish him for being a 'blood traitor'. Self-righteous pricks.

And then "you-know-who" had risen to power and everything had gotten so much worse.

All the 'old' families that had grumbled in the night now had someone to follow, someone to give voice and power to their complaints. The situation disgusted him. He had known Riddle, in school, he hadn't liked him. He hadn't understood everyone's fascination with the older student, sure Riddle had been smart but he had been … not right. When he looked him in the eye it felt like he had snakes sliding along his skin.

And so, when things got bad, he fought.

He knew of several pockets of resistance. They all talked, all worked together, yet all seemed slightly independent of each other. Everyone had a different way of fighting; the 'Order of the Phoenix' as one group called themselves, put their faith in a prophecy of a child that would fight the war for them. He had nothing against these people but it felt wrong, it felt personal, that they would rely on children, though he had no idea why.

While fighting, he had met up with others, people he could now call friends. One was a family called the Lee's; they were of Chinese origin and had a young son. The other called themselves a clan, the 'Bookmen' but that wasn't their actual name, and were the only ones in there group to have a child during the war.

Yet even with friends he missed having a family. So, after the war ended he had decided to adopt a child, and he was determined it would be a muggle.

People could call him eccentric all they liked. After all the hate crimes, he wanted to raise a muggle, he wanted to prove that it was possible to coexist. There were Muggle borns, Squibs, and Half-bloods, he didn't see why he couldn't adopt a non-magical child. So, when he and his friends were more certain of the world, they finally had the confidence to allow their family to grow.

Almost three years after the war he adopted his first child, a small blind boy by the name of Noise Marie. This was around the same time the Lee's announced they would soon expect a second child.

He was at one of the orphanages when he saw the small six-year old sitting alone. The boy had his eyes closed and was gently plucking at stings of different thickness held at different tensions between his fingers. He wasn't sure why but he felt drawn to the child, like he was seeing an old friend who had been missing for years.

The boy paused with his work as Tiedoll continued to stare.

'Are you looking to adopt a child? I do not recognise your footsteps so you do not work here, unless you are new. The others are playing in the yard if you want to go look.' The boy was smiling slightly, but he seemed so sad.

'Why don't you play with them, surely that would be more fun than playing with strings?'

'The others do not like me, and I am not suited to play the same games as they like.' The boy opened his eyes at that and Tiedoll was greeted by white, blind, irises. The boy couldn't see, no wonder he didn't play with the others.

'So they don't like you just because you are different? That is not right, a person should be judge for how they act, not just for things they can't control.' Was it not that same hatred of 'different' that lead to hate crimes that were the reason these orphanages were so full? The boy smiled, his eyes strangely focused on him despite the boy's lack of site.

'Not only that, though that is probably the likely reason, I also scare them because I can recognise them even though I can't see. My hearing is really good, so I prefer to play with strings because they sound nice.'

That was it, Tiedoll was decided, he would adopt this boy.

Marie fit in the family very well. Tiedoll eventually decided that he would pay for the boy to get music lessons; the child was almost a prodigy. Marie got along with Komui, the Lee's son, and was kind and understanding; many said he was an old soul. It was Marie who convinced Tiedoll to adopt another child. At seven years old, he said he thought another child would benefit from the same caring environment he was now living in.

The second was a child called Daisya Barrie, and his adoption surprised quite a few. The boy was found when Tiedoll went to return his ball after it hit him in the head.

The four-year-old was surprisingly agile, suborn, opinionated, and loved causing trouble; almost the complete opposite of Marie. Yet, like with Marie, Tiedoll felt strangely drawn to him. He didn't adopt the kid right away, but it was only a month later that the paperwork was in the process of going through and Daisya was moving in to the room across the hall from his other son.

It was only five months after Daisya was moved in that he adopted a three-year-old called Kanda Yuu. Both of his sons, and all his friends, asked if the injury from the ball to the head had cost him a few brain cells after they met the kid.

Kanda did not like people, he swore at them when he met them, and seemed to have a perpetual scowl on his face. When he walked in the door he took one look at Daisya and told him to keep the hell away. He made accurate but cutting comments to everyone when he was introduced, but something in his eyes didn't quite match up to the way he acted; and no one could quite say what.

Tiedoll didn't talk about what had happened with the boy, and why he adopted him, because he couldn't quite explain it to himself.

He had been following a ministry report of an enchanted object at an orphanage. The job had been easy and the item in question was collected with no casualties. It was as he was leaving that he saw the boy.

A small, dark hair and eyed three-year-old boy had been sitting in a chair, and reading a book; an encyclopaedia of Japanese history. But that was not what caught his attention.

Noise Marie and Daisya Barrie had both felt familiar and slightly sad, like old friends or family he hadn't seen in ages. This kid made his heart feel like it was breaking. Like he was looking at a son he had thought was dead, dead after having suffered more than he should have.

'What do you want old geezer?' the kid didn't look up, didn't acknowledge him in any other way than that line.

'Isn't that book a little difficult?'

'No, and I am sick of people saying that. I have a right to know my culture; the rest of you can get fucked.' The kid still didn't look up, even as Tiedoll jumped a little at the unexpected harshness of the word coming from such a small child's mouth.

'You shouldn't swear like that. What is your name?'

'Why the hell should I tell you? So you can report me?'

And finally, the boy looked up.

Tiedoll couldn't describe the look in the kid's eyes. His lips were held in a slight sneer, the hold of head irritated, but his eyes were something else. They looked … old almost. Sadness, relief, recognition, compassion, intense emotion that should not have been present in a three-year-old's eyes.

They held the staring contest for a while before the boy shifted slightly.

'Kanda Yuu, or Yuu Kanda as you people say it, if you want to call me by name only call me Kanda. I don't give a fuck what they say, I am Japanese and it is impolite to call someone you don't know by their given name.'

Yuu Kanda, he would have to ask about the boy.

According to the orphanage he was at, Kanda had been speaking perfect Japanese from the moment he arrived, at the age of nine months old, when both his parents where English speaking. The kid had skipped crawling and forced his legs to develop the muscle required for walking as soon as his neck could support his head. Kanda was strange, by muggle or wizard standards.

Tiedoll had the boy moved in as soon as possible, much to everyone's surprise and despair. He refused to interact with others, with the exception of Marie because he was the only one not forcing his company on the dark-haired boy. He was home schooled way above his age, mostly because he kept reading any information text he could get his hands on. He was too young for school and hated people anyway, so Tiedoll helped teach him what he wanted to know.

Another problem with Kanda was that he would wonder the streets and parks tirelessly, much to his father's despair.

It was only a couple of months after he arrived that it started. Lenalee had just celebrated her first birthday and the next morning the boy was gone. The family turned the house upside down and called and called. When it became clear the boy wasn't in the house they called the Lee's and the Bookman over. Kanda tolerated Lavi, the Bookman's child, despite his proposed hatred of the red head, and it was hoped the kid would know something. All he could say was that Kanda had been acting a little on edge recently.

They eventually found him in the park, sitting on a bench and scowling at everything.

'Yuu-Chan, what are you doing out here?'

'Why do you sound so freaked out? I left a note saying I was going for a walk. And don't call me that.'

'Yuu-chan, you're three years old, you're not old enough to go for walks by yourself, especially in a city like this.'

'Says who?'

'It's common knowledge.' The boy got a strange look in his eyes before turning away and muttering one line.

'I'm not common.' And Tiedoll felt his heart break again; of course, he couldn't expect Kanda to accept a restriction because of his age. The boy was so much older than his years allowed, had spent his whole life breaking so called "common knowledge" by developing faster than he should. Tiedoll sighed quietly before sitting down next to his son.

'Why did you feel the need to go for a walk so early in the morning? We were worried.' Kanda hesitated before answering quietly.

'I was looking for something.'

'Looking for what? If you tell us maybe we can help you search.' Kanda shook his head.

'I'm not even sure that's it's here, if it even exists, there's no point asking you to look for something like that. I just … if it is here then I have to find it as soon as possible.' They sat in silence for a while, before Tiedoll convinced his son to come home and get something to eat, promising to come with him tomorrow to see if this "something" was there yet.

And that set pattern for the next few years, everyday Kanda would spend at least an hour wondering the streets, slowly getting into darker and darker places. For the first three years, they always tried to make sure he had an adult with him, but once he reached about six the child managed to make it nearly impossible, despite reservations gave up with the opinion that Kanda was Kanda and they were unlikely to be able to stop him. Because Kanda was and always would be strange, no matter what standard you used.

Even with most of the people they knew being Wizards and what came to be considered the "normal" quirks of Kanda somethings stood out. The most bizarre thing that happened that the family could remember was when a seven-year-old Kanda came home with a four-year-old boy slung over his back and demanded a doctor. The antisocial, hates the world, fears human contact Kanda willingly helped a person. More than just that, the kid he had had white hair, a deformed arm, a scar over his eye, and was dying of hypothermia and blood loss. Needless to say, they had a doctor over as soon a physically possible; or magically possible as the case may be.

An: not really happy with how this is written, but oh well, hope people enjoyed it. Also, I know alot of this is completely unrealistic, but this has been sitting on my computer for a while now and I don't know how to change it and still retain what I originally wanted to happen, on the off chance I ever get to the point where it is relevant.