Youko-chan- hellooooo people! My sister just came home from collage and she has her computer. She’s almost never home with her friends and hasn’t needed her computer much lately. So I’ve been able to work on some of my pieces, not much but I have something just to have it.

This is a new story, it’s rated M for matureness, limes and lemons in future chapters, some bad language as it goes on. This is a slight AU and will not completely match the true story line, but once it gets rolling, I’ll try my best to stick with the real story.

Also, Severus is a bit out of character in here because I’m horrible at suspense and can’t stand having to write all of that filly-dilly between Harry and Severus, but he will be in character towards others…heh heh heh heh, that shall be fuuuun. MEOOOOOW!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else, only the evil character having only a big part in the beginning, might show up later on…might, I’m not to fond of him…but I do own Saritizar Usachu.

Now I shall no longer keep you at bay with my babbling so I shall begin the story.

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Harry Potter lay, curled up in his tiny cupboard room, shuddering as the sobs racked through his body. His whole body hurt from the beating by his horrid fat uncle who was complaining about his day and decided to take it out on the small underdeveloped four year old child.

He opened his eyes and listened for any movement around the house. It must by night since there were no thundering of his uncle and whale of a cousin or the clicking heels of his horsy aunt. He put a hand on the latch that he had broken the lock on a while back and opened the small door.

Looking around he slipped out and tiptoed to the small downstairs bathroom and shut the door behind him, locking it. He stood on the toilet since his size didn’t let him reach the cabinet above the counter. He struggled to get out the first aid kit without getting blood on the pure white marble or on the towels. Once he collected the box he clambered down and sat on the toilet seat.

He got out the bandages and cleaning ointment and set to work on cleaning up the dry blood that had started to dry on his body. Once he got himself clean, he put Band-Aids on the smaller wounds but had to wrap his broken left wrist and his entire right arm, his left leg, and his right ankle. He silently sent a prayer to whom ever was watching over him that most of his wounds, his clothing would cover them.

He winced as he had to kneel on his cut up knee to put the kit back before hurrying back out of the bathroom before double checking to make sure nothing was out of place. He saw his bloody cleaning pads and gathered them in a wad of toilet paper before tip-toeing to the kitchen door to the back and slipped out.

Harry ran to the trash cans and put the small ball of toilet paper and bloody pads and scuttled back on his small legs and quickly shut the door and ran back to his cupboard and clambered in making sure nothing was out of place before curling back up on his thin cushion that served as his mattress.

This had been going on for a year now, and it became an almost daily routine for the small child. He knew there had to be something bad about him to be treated this way. He learned early not to disobey them or get in their way.

This continued as the years dragged by and Harry’s uncle just got worse. He soon sported broken bones, and when his concerned teachers would ask him what happened he answered only with “I fell.”

When he turned nine, he learned why his uncle and aunt hated him so much. It had been when his uncle was beating up on him again. The fat man was about to strike him when all of a sudden Harry whipped out a hand and a red light coursed through it and shot his uncle in the face. His hands slapped to his flabby side and his back went ridged before falling flat on his face without moving.

Harry saw this in slow motion and when his uncle fell to the floor, he woke from shock as he actually bounced a bit when he hit the floor. He crawled over and flipped the fat whale of a man over to see that he could only move his eyes. Harry panicked and fled the house.

For two days he wandered around. He found himself out of Surry and into the city. He explored the city and found an old abandoned gas station on the outskirts of the city and moved himself in. He figured out that he had used some sort of magic and decided to see if he could do something again.

For three days nothing happened and Harry was getting frustrated. He let out an aggravated growl and whipped his hand out in anger and a yellow light flew from it and hit an old table. In a small flash of light it transformed into a heap of what looked like black material.

Slowly walking up to it, Harry knelt down and poked the fabric. Seeing that it didn’t move he picked it up and spread it out. It turned out to actually be a large black coat with a deed red inside. He carefully slipped it on and it seemed to mold to his body shape.

“Nice.” He grinned and examined himself in a slightly shattered mirror in the bathroom. He noticed his broken glasses and got an idea, if he could make his uncle unmovable and a table into a cloak, why not fix his glasses. He took them off and onto the floor.

He closed his eyes and mentally felt around for that feeling that he knew the magic was coming from. He soon came to a huge silver lake of magic. He tapped the surface and ripples on the lake formed, and as the water like magic moved it seemed to change colors before going back to a metallic silver. Looking back at his finger, he saw that the tip of it was covered in the silver substance.

Opening his eyes in the real world he pointed the finger that had supposedly touched the magic and closed his eyes again focusing on a pair of glasses he had liked when his uncle finally got him glasses but wouldn’t let him get them.

Concentrating he let the magic rip from his finger tip and strike his glasses. When he could see again, he looked at them and saw stylish black thin framed glasses and put them on.

Obviously if you haven’t noticed, Harry was really smart, quite a bit smarter than an average nine year old. He had read almost all of the books in the public library, not to mention he had perfect photographic memory.

Focusing again, he drew out a small string of magic and used it to spell himself clean.

For three weeks this continued and he developed his magic while his clothing also developed.

He finally figured he looked nice enough to leave the safety of the abandoned gas station and headed back towards the city.

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Two years later found Harry in a huge house in Chicago. He donned black shorts, a red t-shirt, black combat boots, and the same trench coat he had created but modified with chains and leather belts on the sleeves. His shoulder length black hair in a high ponytail and he strapped a small hand gun to his hips.

“What’s my job tonight?” he asked a tall man in a large office. Stepping from the shadows was the most beautiful man anyone could have seen. His long red hair hung around his large shoulders, his piercing blue eye scrutinized the young boy. He crossed his arms and cast a small look at a list before turning his gaze back to Harry, his hair shifting showing a mechanical eye.

“Assassination, a young man of 34 years needs his brother to be annihilated.” He said, his voice deep and alluring. “Here’s the picture and what is to be use, he supposedly has powers like your own. Go.”

Harry walked down to the weapons room, looking at the picture of a young blond man wearing an expensive suit smirking. “No wonder the man wants him killed, he’s an ass whole.” He muttered. He entered the room and without looking from the file, he grabbed an assortment of weapons and shoved them into his jacket before pocketing the file as well and left.

Harry Potter

Age-10

Blood type-AB

Height-4 feet 7 inches

Occupation-youngest assassin ever

Accomplished-killed almost 239 people at high ranks

History-Found wandering in streets two years ago showing promise

The boy closed his eyes and in small whisps of black smoke he disappeared. Across the country he reappeared in London in front of a penthouse that was so gaudy that Harry glared at it and broke the expensive cars motor without the alarm sounding.

“This will be easier than I thought.” He grumbled.

He climbed up the house with cat like grace. He saw the man in his large bed with three naked girls beside him. He covered his eyes and transported himself inside.

Using his sense of hearing and smell he took out a gun and slipped a silencer on it and shot three times. One hit the mans head, the next hit his heart, and the last hit his groin. The man was dead before he could even feel the pain and the women weren’t roused.

Flipping a small blooming black rose over the dead body, he left with his eyes still covered. Harry transported back out and put the gun away. Hearing some one approach him he covered his weapons quickly and schooled his face to look innocent and lost.

He turned and was surprised to see a tall man pointing a long polished stick at his nose. “Move and I’ll kill you.” he murmured, his face was covered by shadows.

“Why are you sticking a stick in my face mister?” Harry winced mentally at the stupid statement but it would have to do.

“I saw you, I’ve been patrolling her and saw you enter and kill that man.” He growled. Harry’s large green innocent eyes narrowed as he smirked, the innocent act gone.

“Seems like I’ve been found out.” He snickered. He could practically smell the mans’ irritation. “Don’t kill me, kill the mans brother for hiring me, it’s completely legal for me to kill but it’s illegal to hire one of us.” He grinned. “No fair, you’ve seen my face, now let me see yours.”

The man growled but put away the stick and stepped into the light and Harry was shocked, not that he showed it.

But this man was even more beautiful than his master! Thin hips, broad shoulders and chest, long black hair, marble white skin, long legs, black eyes, and he was tall. “What shall I call you?” he asked taking a step towards the black clad man.

“Why should I tell you?” he snarled. Harry just smiled.

“I have a feeling that we shall meet again soon, I’m Persian Kyles.” He said bowing. “Now you know my name, you’ve seen my face, you’ve seen what I’ve done, and it’s only fair to return the favor.”

The tall man looked at him for a moment before looking to the side in what looked like a snort but Harry saw the pout on his pale lips.

“Severus…Severus Snape, a wizard.” He grumbled. And with that, his cloak billowed and he disappeared with a loud crack.

“Hmmm…Severus Snape…wonder if master has a file on this guy.” He muttered closing his eyes as the black whisps appeared and he was back in the mansion.

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“Mission complete, why did you make me go do some stupid easy job like that master?” he asked immediately after he had entered his study. “You know I go for higher levels!”

“That man you met…you like him?” came the alluring voice. Harry narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” He growled.

“You’re lying, didn’t I always tell you not to lie to me?” his master walked up to him and cupped his face. “You’re such a beautiful child.” He murmured.

Harry was getting nervous. He knew his master was gay…he knew he looked feminine, he was used to having his master play with his hair, but never had his master ever touched his face or put any interest in him.

“Master what are you doing?”

“Call me master again.” The older man whispered huskily. Harry snarled and pushed away from him.

“Never, what happed to him! What did you do with him?” he yelled. His master smirked.

“You’re old enough, so now I show my true colors.” Harry didn’t have time to move.

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Youko-chan- Aaand that’s it for now. My computer has been returned, but sadly, a bug which the person who was trying to fix my computer, could not be removed, said only to be a small one, only 1 out of 1000 chances was that it would do something to my computer but unfortunately that didn’t work out too well. It completely crashed and now I basically have to get a new frame, new screen, new body, new hardrive, and a new mother-board…so sad. It’s gonna take for-ever to get done. I just hope that I can get it fixed before I go on a plane and to another state for 8 days…probably not unless I call them now (11:20 pm I doubt it) or tomorrow.

JA NE!