Summary-Harry has been badly abused by the Dudley's and has been since he was placed there. At the young age of five Harry decides enough is enough as he locks all of his emotions away and throws himself into anything, he can set his hands onto; including the books on magic he found among his mother's things he found in the attic. Now what happens when the abuse Harry suffered is discover and he is sent to Japan to live with a distant relative? A relative that happened to have a certain well in their back yard. This is a HP/INU crossover. This first chapter will go through the years pretty quickly, just warning you, ok.

Disclaimer- I do not Own Harry Potter or Inuyasha. Nor do I make any money off of either one of them.

CHAPTER ONE -No emotions NO problem.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

This was the wet, sickening, sound that echoed around the room, as a belt slammed repeatedly onto a five-year-old Harry's back. He was being punished for somehow making his older cousin pee his pants in front of the very important guest that had had at the house earlier. Though how Harry managed to do this, when they weren't even in the same room, and Harry had been asleep tightly locked up in his cupboard, thoroughly confused Harry.

However, at the same time, Harry knew better than to question it, or worse arguing against it, as he would be getting an even worse beating from his uncle then he was already getting. Mostly for calling his son a liar; something Harry had learned through harshly gained experience.

Yes, Harry ,even at the young age he was now, knew how things worked here. And as a result of this, he knew what he should do; as well as when he shouldn't do it. Which was how Harry knew that with the mood his uncle was in it would be best if he bit his tongue and stay silent.

Unfortunately, what Harry failed to take in account, while he was forcing himself to stay silent, was the fact that his uncle was completely drunk. That and the fact that with each hit he landed on Harry's back and didn't get any reaction he was getting angrier and angrier. Especially since a reaction is, what he wanted from Harry. Who was doing his best to stay silent, was beginning to feel lightheaded from all the blood he was losing.

Harry was beginning to wonder if his uncle was ever going to stop. He was dizzy from blood loss, he was pretty sure his back was completely raw by now and the pain from the belt only seemed to be getting worse with each hit that his uncle landed on his back.

That is when it happened, Harry could no longer hold back his cries of pain and screamed at the top of his lungs; this seemed to be what his uncle was waiting for. For as soon as his uncle heard Harry's shrieks of pain he began to taunt the weeping, fallen, and blood coated boy in front of him.

"Why are you crying freak, no one cares that you're in pain. No one cares at all what you're feeling; after all, do you see anyone rushing in here to come rescue you from me? No! That's because no one cares and frankly freak no one ever will. Now…" What else his uncle might have said, or more like bellowed out, was lost on Harry as he lost his battle with consciousness and passed out. All the while with three words repeating continuously in his head; these words were 'no one cares, no one cares.'

Hours later, Harry woke up to find himself locked back in his cupboard. Which he had been thrown back into when his uncle realized he had passed out. Harry seeing where he was tried to get up. Only to collapse back on the ground, and back onto his stomach, as the pain from his back registered in his mind

However, before he could even cry out in pain, which was something Harry really tried to stop himself from doing, something else registered in his mind. It was what his uncle had said about no one caring about what he was feeling. This thought seemed to stick in Harry's as he had a fierce debate with himself; well about as fierce as a five-year-old can be anyway.

Harry tried to tell himself that someone must have cared about what he was feeling at some point, but sadly, he found he really couldn't even do that. For every memory that Harry could recall only seemed to prove his earlier statement wrong and his uncle's completely correct.

Harry tried and tried but not once could he think of one occasion that someone cared about what he was feeling. Not once could he remember where there had been someone who, seeing how bad things where, they tried to help him out in even the smallest way. Harry as he did this came to one realization, one that hurt nearly shattered his already fractured heart. This realization was that his uncle was right.

Harry after figuring this out came to a decision; one he knew would change his life forever. This decision was that he wouldn't give them a reason to care; either in a good or bad way. He wouldn't give them a reason to ignore him; in fact, he wouldn't show them anything. He would show them nothing; no emotions or anything else what so every. Just like, they seemed to show him all the time.

Harry after making this decision was determined to keep in and show no emotions. Therefore, with that in mind Harry quickly straightened up his face until it held a completely neutral look to it.

He then went to the very back of his cupboard and pulled out a book, he had hide there earlier, and began to read it; have some difficulty with most of the words seeing as he had taught himself to read.

After a lot of struggling, Harry finally managed to get halfway through the book. Harry was extremely proud of himself for doing so. Though he did do the best he could not to show it fearing his uncle would find out he was happy somehow and take the book away from him; and punish him for having the book in the first place.

It was a little after Harry had managed to get halfway through his book that Harry heard his uncle get up, from where every, he had been sitting. Causing Harry to jump up in fright, and nearly bump his head on the roof of his cupboard, before he could stop himself.

Harry realizing what he had just done scowled at himself while thinking that this being emotionless thing was a lot harder than it looked. However, at the same time Harry was determined to get it down. That in mind Harry turned a blank face to the door precisely as his uncle opened it. Though even as he did this Harry couldn't quite stop the yelp of both pain and fear he let loose when his uncle grabbed him by the hair and pulled him out of the cupboard.

Harry soon found out that he was correct about how showing no emotions would be difficult because after nearly a year, a six year old Harry, was still having major difficulty not showing or acting upon the emotion he was feeling; especially the pure rage he was feeling at the moment.

You see, earlier in the day Harry had been ordered to go clean the attic; while the rest of the family went out to eat. Harry had no problem with that, at first, and had gone to the attic to clean it; a pleasant yet emotionless look of his face as he did so. But when he was about halfway done with the attic Harry had found something that nearly set him off.

It was a trunk filled with his mother's things not only that but to Harry it explained a lot of thing; a lot of things he had been questioning for a while now. It explained why his remaining so called family hated him, it explained why strange things continuously happened around him when he lost control of his emotions, and most importantly it explained about a world of people that were just like him; it told him about the magical world and it's inhabitance.

Why did this make Harry so angry? No, it wasn't because his family lied to him about his entire life; he expected that of them at the very least. No, what had him so angry was that there was an entire magical world and yet he was still left here; where he was abused and treated like a slave.

Surly his parents had friends, they had to have had at least one friend, couldn't of one of them taken him in? Why out of all people, in the world, did he have to be left with the Dudley's? Didn't they have some type of magic that could check what type of people the Dudley's were? Didn't they care…that last thought cause Harry to freeze and remind him of what his uncle had said nearly a year ago. Remembering this, Harry's already emotionless face went even blanker and colder than it had ever before; then in a tone that burned it was cold Harry nearly spat out.

"Well if they don't care, then nor do I! I'll just learn their magic and take no part of their so-called world. Not that that should matter to them anyway; seeing as they left me here in the first place!" That said Harry started gathering the many books his mother had left in her trunk and took them downstairs into a hidden corner of his cupboard; so that he could read them later on.

Harry had just finished emptying his mother's trunk and was back up in the attic about to finish cleaning it when he heard a car pull in the driveway and the front door open. Harry then heard his uncle thundering up the stairs. Harry, hearing this, looking around the attic and had to shake his head he knew that he was going to be punished for supposedly lazing about.

So when Harry's uncle came in and immediately started screaming , as well as swinging, at Harry for not finishing the attic Harry was only just able to keep up his detached look on his face; the only thing giving away the fact he was in pain being the slight tightening of his jaw.

Another year had passed, and a seven-year-old Harry was nearly perfect at being completely stoic. For it was only during extremely emotional times that Harry even showed the slightest bit of emotion. Though this improvement was mainly due to a book he had gotten from his mother's collection of books, this book was called, The Art of Shielding Your Mind and Controlling Your Emotions.

And since reading it as well as perfecting the exercises in it, Harry no longer had any trouble controlling his emotions. In fact, since reading this book Harry found he could remember things clearer and pick up things a lot easier than he had before; something that was really helping Harry in his rather numerous studies. Something that Harry now made sure not to hold back on, as he knew that no matter what he did he would have gotten punished either way.

Harry had made it pretty far through his mother's books and, though he still had many more books to go, Harry had found that he had a good grasp on the basics of magic; even though he couldn't physically practice it much. Seeing as he really didn't want his so-called loving family finding out. Because they would surely kill him if they did find out he was doing something they had been trying so hard to beat out of him; if they found out, he was using magic.

Yes, it could easily be said that Harry was making leaps and bounds in his magical studies, but this wasn't the only thing Harry had improved. Harry had also stopped holding back his intelligence in school; no longer fearing his uncle wrath for doing better than his cousin does.

Because of this Harry's class work had gone through the roof and the teachers at the school were constantly calling Harry a genius; whereas before they had done nothing but belittle him. Harry had even started on to learn a musical instrument, despite all his family protest and attempts to destroy said instrument and seemed to be doing pretty good on it to boot.

However, while everything was running smoothly at school, the same couldn't be said about his home life; which had taken a drastic turn for the worse. At home, his so-called family did everything in their power to put him down. They did all they could to get him to show emotion, mostly by causing him pain or some form of humiliation; but all this did was cause Harry to lock his emotion even further away.

In addition, when his grades finally did get out, as well as when they heard what the teachers had to say about him in comparison to their son, the Dudley's gave Harry one of the worst beatings that he had ever received. Then after the beating, he got threats of even worse if he continued on the way he was. Nevertheless, Harry didn't let this stop him, no, keeping his face impassive and showing no reaction to his, oh so loving, family's threat Harry continued pushing himself as hard as he could; even going as far as studying another language.

This continued over the year until an eight-year-old Harry, who was reading one of his mother's more complicated books and after a practically bad beating, heard a knock on the door. Harry, who was already in the cupboard, sunk even further into it and hide his book just as his uncle jerked open the door before growling out in his nephew's face.

"Boy! You'll stay in here and not make a sound or so help me…"Harry after hearing this threat blinked before looking at his uncle with unnervingly blank eyes and told him.

"Yes, uncle I understand, but you might want to answer the door seeing as the person at the door is still knocking on it." All Harry received for this statement was an enraged look and the door slamming in his face.

Harry seeing the door slam looked at his book before looking at the door once again. He then opened the book and started to read it; all the while keeping an ear out for the conversation that was going on outside. Which at the moment, seemed to be a quiet argument that was going on in voices too soft for Harry to hear clearly.

Harry was starting to get back into his book, after deciding to ignore what was going on outside, when he was startled by his uncle who started bellowing at the top of his lungs at who ever had been at the door.

"LOOK HERE I DON'T KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE BUT YOU'RE NOT COMING IN MY HOUSE TO LOOK FOR SOME BOY NAMED HARRY POTTER! NO HARRY POTTER LIVES HERE AND EVEN IF HE DID, WE WOULDN'T ABUSE HIM! WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU THAT IDEA!" After this was said, the house seemed to be unnaturally silent. So silent that Harry could hear his uncle's harsh panting and so silent that Harry could clearly hear the response that was given to his uncle's bellowing.

"Sir we have warranted, and I am allowed to search your house for this Harry James Potter. Who if, like you said, is not here then I sincerely apologize and the person who played the cruel joke will be punished accordingly. But we have been told about a possible abuse case and will be searching this house to make sure, if the report we received it true or untrue. So kindly move aside and allow us in, if you have no Harry Potter in here then you should have nothing to hide." Harry hearing this froze, he knew his uncle wouldn't take this well, and not even a second later Harry's prediction was proven true; when his uncle angrily shouted out.

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" Followed quickly by the sound that Harry recognized as a punch being thrown. Harry hearing this sighed soundlessly before going back to his book. The little bit of hope that had been building ruthlessly crushed by the sounds of fighting go on outside the cupboard; after all no one could beat his uncle no matter how much he wished it wasn't true.

Harry, who had been reading his book for the last couple of minutes, paused as he noticed something had changed. Placing his book down with an Indifferent look on his face Harry began to look around; searching for what had changed. That is when Harry realized what had changed; the fighting outside had stopped. Harry knowing his uncle had won turned towards the door and waited for it to be opened, his body slightly tense waiting for the blows he knew would come; for simple breathing if anything else.

Harry seeing the doorknob turning made sure his face was blank as possible and went over his emotion control exercises. It was only because of this that Harry's face didn't show a hint of surprise he felt when he saw it wasn't his uncle at the door, like he had expected it to be, but two slightly muscular police officers. Both of which had looks of pure disbelieve, shock and anger on their face as they took in Harry's clearly beaten and badly malnourished body.

Harry seeing that they were staring at him and didn't seem to be able to stop asked the two officers in his usual soft monotone voice.

"May I help you two?" His tone caused the two police officers to shiver but his question caused them to stop staring at him wide eyed and to straighten up before one of them stepped forward to talk to Harry; in the friendliest tone the guy could muster while looking at Harry's almost empty look eyes.

"Harry…You are Harry, right…"Here the officer paused to look at Harry, and when he did, Harry gave him a slight nod answering the officer question; as well as silently telling the officer to continue.

"Harry, we were told by someone that was really worried for you that they thought you were being abused. It turns out, to our surprise, they were correct about the abuse you suffered, and now we are here to take you to a much nicer family. One who will never hurt you like your uncle has been doing to you. How does that sound?" Harry who had been listening to what the officer had been saying or asking decided to speak up.

"Why? No one has ever cared before about what happened to me before, so why do they seem to be now when I could care less?" Both officers at hearing this looked at Harry with horror before the officer who had been talking earlier scooped a very stiff, Harry into a tight hug; while whispering to him in a comforting tone.

"But we do care, and so should you. We would have been here sooner, but we had no idea what was happening to you. We do now, and we'll make sure something like this doesn't happen again. We'll make sure you never have to go back to your uncle or anyone in the house ever again. In fact, we have the station, right now, looking up your family to see if you have any relative willing to take you in. So, you don't have to worry about your uncle hurting you again. Hell, we're going to make sure he'll be put away for a long time because of what he has done to you!"

Through all of this, Harry had looked at the babbling officer with a look of disbelieve and when Harry noticed that the officer was finally finished, told the officer in a chilling empty tone exactly what he thought.

"I do not believe you. I believe that you are angry that you have not figured this out sooner, that there was an abused child on your street, and you had no idea. I believe you are disgusted with yourself because that you didn't know about. Basically, I think you are angry that there was somebody be abused on your tuff, I believe it's called, and you didn't know about. I do not believe you're angry that I was being abuse just that someone was and you had no idea about it. However, I do want to get out of this hellhole and would be willing to go where you are taking me. Juts allow me to gather my stuff and I will go with you…though we might want to make this quick seeing as I don't want to run in with my aunt, nor my cousin." This said Harry went up the stairs to the attic to get his mother's trunk; leaving behind him two stunned and gapping Officer in his wake.

Ten minutes later found Harry in front of his cupboard loading all his books, school supplies, and school rewards; which included a small wooden violin he had won in a school competition. All of which were unknown to the Dudley's of course.

Once Harry had his cupboard empty Harry closed his mother, well his now, trunk before turning to the now waiting officers; who upon seeing Harry was ready smiled at the blank faced boy and motioned for him to go outside.

When Harry got outside, he was treated to the site of his nearly purple faced uncle, in the back seat of a police car, shouting something at his very pale aunt. An aunt that nearly went beet read when he saw Harry step out of the house, and an aunt that started shrieking angrily at him the moment he stepped out the door.

"BOY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WHEN YOU'RE UNCLE GETS OUT OF THIS, YOU'RE…" Only to trail off and pale when she saw the officers behind her nephew.

Harry seeing this reaction felt a very slight bit of amused and raised an eyebrow at his aunt. Before allowing himself to be guided towards the waiting police car; which Harry noted looked to be in better condition than the one his uncle was in. Shrugging Harry climbed into the car and setting his trunk beside him. Letting himself smile slightly when he heard his aunts screams of realization when she saw the trunk.

When the car door shut, Harry looked out the window and seeing the police officers were busy, with what looked like arresting his aunt, he decided to pull out a book; now was a good time as any to get some additional studies in.

Harry had read and memorized about ten pages in his book when he heard the car door open, placing the book down, Harry looked up to see who was at the door. It was one of the police officers that had taken him out of the house, and he had a huge grin on his face; causing Harry to lift an eyebrow in question at said officer. Seeing Harry's raised eyebrow, the officer laughed lightly before telling Harry just why he was smiling.

"Harry, we got some wonderful news! We found some remaining family that would happily take you in. The member in question is your mother cousin and your second cousin." Harry hearing the narrowed his eyes the police officer had left something out. Knowing this and wanting to know what else there was, Harry waited to see what else was going to be said. The officer seeing this and knowing he hadn't told him everything sighed before continuing.

"But if you want to live with them, you'll have to move to Japan and if you don't, we'll have to send you to an orphanage." The officer after saying this held his breath waiting for Harry's reaction and to say he was surprised when all Harry asked was if he would be able to change his name if he moved to Japan was a massive understatement.