Author: PoisonedChuugoku

Summary: Just as he was about to board the Hogwarts Express, eleven year old Harry Potter accidentally bumped into a strange boy with stunning blue eyes and a smile that drew him in.

Features: Harry/Multi, Yaoi, Creature!Harry, Submissive!Harry, other species, OCs

Rating: T

Notes: Sorry about any grammar mistakes guys. Please note that I don't really check well for mistakes. I'll try my best in finding the more obvious ones, but otherwise, no promises. Also, sorry if I took a while to get this one out to you; haven't been feeling up to writing.

Have I ever told you how much I love you guys? No? Well then, I love you guys a lot. Thank you so much for reading this story, even if it's only in the beginning. Thank you for reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting; you guys rule! Virtual cookies for everyone!

One more thing, I'm sorry in advance if some of you find the jokes in this fanfic slightly offensive (i.e. there's one near the beginning that makes fun of Italians). It's a bit of a habit... If you want me to stop, just review or PM me and let me know.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do, however, own any OCs that might appear in this fic.

Funfact: This was originally supposed to be a Hermione/Multi fanfic. However, I changed it to Harry because he's the easier of the two to write with, for me at least. Plus, I don't really like Hermione/Multi anyways.

It was over the course of the first week or so that Harry also met several interesting people in addition to those he already knew. He and the rest of the Ravenclaw boys were on good terms and it was the same with the relationship with the girls in their year. However, Harry truly believed that Yang was his only true friend in the house of blue and bronze.

The stoic boy never asked questions but he was always there when Harry needed someone to talk to. Most of the time though, the two simply sat in a calm silence. They had a connection that not many others had. This had been proven on the day of their first potions lesson; Professor Snape had watched in slight distrust as the two boys worked together silently, never speaking to one another. Their potion was in perfect condition when they had finished. Naturally, he had taken points for cheating, however, the potions master was actually more curious then anything.

The two boys usually spent their free time in the Great Hall, the Ravenclaw common room, or in the library. Yang had once handed Harry several books and the green eyed boy didn't even look at the covers before he began to read them. Madam Pince had found this rather strange as they hadn't even said a word to each other about it afterwards.

There were times however when Harry would wake up in the middle of the night and find that Yang's bed was empty. He was almost positive that the Asian boy was sneaking out, but he never said anything. Yang knew that Harry knew, but he also made no effort into bringing it up. Therefore, it became a topic that they avoided, though it didn't seem like it. Harry didn't really like not talking to Yang about this so most of the time he ended up seeking out Apollo.

The rather Slytherin Gryffindor was constantly smiling and almost always had a group of girls with him or following him, giggling as they went. But it was during these times that whenever Harry sought him out, Apollo would willingly go with him to speak about whatever. The Ravenclaw had this feeling that he could talk to Apollo for hours on end and never get bored. However, if he took too long, Yang would usually pop in and drag him off. This never deterred Harry though, and he counted the Gryffindor among his friends.

It was with Apollo that Harry actually met Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept getting into accidents and had several problems going for him at a time. The two became instant friends, even though Neville was more timid than Harry was. Apollo would usually sit with the shy Gryffindor during meals, as opposed to the other two of their dorm mates, who sat with Weasley.

Apollo and the boy known as Ronald Weasley had struck up a sort of rivalry between the two of them, mostly because Apollo was one of the people in their compartment that had essentially thrown the boy out when he bugged them. Apollo would actually ignore whenever Weasley was saying something to him, which only infuriated the boy more to the point where several fights between them would have occurred if Hermione Granger hadn't butted in.

Harry would usually see Granger's bushy brown hair bobbing down the halls whenever he was going to class. He had heard several stories about her from Apollo and Neville, both of which stayed strictly neutral whenever speaking about her. It was also through them that he heard that she was actually verbally bullied by their house mates for being smart and waving it around like an Italian waving a white flag. He found himself feeling a bit sorry for her, but it wasn't like he could do something about it.

In addition to Granger, Harry also had the misfortune of meeting in person one Draco Malfoy. The platinum blond haired boy was a rather large annoyance. He had swaggered up to Harry and Yang when they were in the library one day and essentially made a complete fool of himself. Harry had been rather polite about his refusal, rejecting the blond's offer of friendship (read "alliance"), something that would have made any pureblood lord or lady proud with how he handled it.

Malfoy didn't take it too well.

After the annoyed pureblood boy had stomped off, Thanatos had come into the library followed by the others Harry sat with on the train. Yang had glared suspiciously at the Slytherins (Harry knew the rumors, though he had a feeling...) as they took a seat at their table.

Thanatos was the same as when Harry first met him; an aura of confidence radiating from him as he walked around. Harry found that he rather missed the pureblood boy's company and the two (read "Harry") made up a timetable so they could meet in the library.

It was during this time that Harry also got to know a bit about the others.

Daphne was the oldest daughter of the Greengrass family; her younger sister, Astoria, would be joining them next year. Her father, Cygnus Greengrass, was the current head of the family. The Greengrasses were also strictly neutral, having been so when the Dark Lord Voldermort first came to power.

Tracey was the younger daughter of the Davis family; her older brother had already graduated from Hogwarts and had a job in the Ministry's Department of International Magical Cooperation. Much like the Greengrasses, the current head of the family, Joshua Davis, Tracey's father, changed the family's allegiance from Dark to neutral when the First Wizarding War broke out. Both families leaned more to the Dark rather than the Light.

Blaise was the only child of Malvolia Zabini, a beautiful witch who, as of now, has been widowed three times because of unfortunate accidents that occur to her husbands. All of these men had one thing in common: they were all wealthy or well-off. And since they all left their fortunes to Ms. Zabini in their wills, the Zabini vaults at Gringotts had a rather hefty sum of gold. When Harry asked whether or not he knew why his step-fathers died, Blaise had given him a tiny smile and didn't say anything. The Zabinis were neutral.

Theodore was also an only child, the son of Matthew Nott, who had been killed during Voldermort's reign. His grandfather, Theodore Nott Sr., as well as his mother, Stacey Nott, were the ones who raised him. The Nott family, under his grandfather's rule, was Dark. However, when he became head, Theodore planned on changing that to neutral.

All in all, Harry could now assume that Thanatos' family, the Mortems, as well as Apollo's family, the Addams', were also neutral. He was correct.

Apollo was the only child of Troy and Helen Addams. As Troy was the current head, he was the one who changed the family's allegiance from Dark to neutral well after the First Wizarding War. From what Thanatos said about the Addams, the family apparently had some odd traditions that the Slytherin's own family shared.

Thanatos was the fourth child of Mortimer and Lilith Mortem. He has three brothers and one sister; Seth, Hayden, Persephone, and Azrael, from oldest to youngest. Each one of them was four years apart; Seth being 22, Hayden being 18, Persephone being 14, Thanatos being 10 (until his birthday), and Azrael being 6. Thanatos had also smiled when he said that he couldn't wait for his birthday, as his family would be sending him his gifts when the morning post arrived. No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't get the Slytherin to tell him when his birthday was.

Apollo had made it a point then to make his entrance, dragging Thanatos off with the excuse that he needed to "see if his gift fitted him". The Slytherin was not amused. Harry had had a good laugh with the others about it, including Yang, who had only given a tiny smirk. The group split ways not long after as curfew was almost upon them.

Harry found that because of his classes as well as his friends, time flew by and Halloween was drawing closer and closer. With it, his mood became slightly downcast, remembrance of his parents' deaths hitting him like a truck crashing into a person.

Several days before Halloween, Harry heard of an incident regarding one Ronald Weasley as well as one Draco Malfoy. The two had apparently been flying when they weren't supposed to. Honestly, Harry didn't really care too much about what the two were up to, it wasn't really his business. Though, to be fair, the green eyed boy also didn't really like them so it made no difference to him. As appealing as flying on a broomstick was, Harry preferred to keep both feet on the ground as much as possible, thank you very much.

The day after, Weasley got into trouble. Apparently, he had sneaked out of his common room with Dean Thomas. The two claimed that Malfoy set them up, but they had no proof and no one was willing to confirm their claims. Apollo was smirking for the entire day afterwards and he had even congratulated the blond pureblood on his success when he passed him in the hallway several hours later.

Harry had shaken his head while Yang insulted Weasley for being "as stupid as a toadstool" to fall for Malfoy's lies and manipulations and he had even seen Nakamura smile and say that Weasley should probably go to Madam Pomfrey and get his head checked out, it was highly likely that his mother had dropped him several times when he was a baby. Weasley had turned beet red at that comment and missed nailing the Hufflepuff in the face when Professor Snape had rounded the corner. Nakamura gave Harry his usual cheerful smile and a wink as he slipped away from the scene.

All in all, it was a rather eventful week.

October 31st.

Halloween.

Harry had woken with a start, yawning and stretching as he sat up from bed. In a slight daze, the boy got up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, passing by Yang's empty bed. Afterwards, he left the Ravenclaw common room and made his way to the Great Hall, books in hand. He sat down next to Yang as usual and the two sat in silence, reading as they waited for the morning post to arrive along with the rest of the student body.

The Great Hall slowly filled up and Harry's mood darkened as he finally noticed the festive decorations that littered the Hall. He frowned. Yang noticed, the Asian boy sighing before putting a plate of fruit in front of his green eyed friend.

The owls began to fly in.

However, there was one that stood out from the rest. It was really tiny and had grey feathers and large brown eyes that gleamed. It carried a huge brown package, the weight of which seemed to drag it down as its little wings struggled to keep it airborne. It glanced around before doing a straight U-turn and flying over to the Slytherin table before landing right in front of Thanatos. The owl then gave a furious hoot as the boy chuckled, taking his butterknife from his plate and began cutting open the tape that kept the box shut. While he did this, the little owl hopped up onto his cutting hand and watched as Thanatos opened the box, tilting and easily balancing on top.

Finally finished cutting, Thanatos placed the knife back onto the table and, after leaning as far back as he could without falling off the bench, opened the box.

Harry's head, as well as everyone else's whipped towards the sound of an explosion that erupted from the Slytherin table. Owls flew back up into the air and out of the smoke, hooting in surprise, people gasped in confusion and Thanatos' laughter could be heard amidst the grey smoke that filled the Hall. As the teachers finally managed to clear the air, Thanatos could be seen coming out from underneath the Slytherin table, still laughing. Another look comfirmed what he was laughing at; Daphne, Tracey, Theodore, and Blaise were all covered in a strange white foam.

Professor Snape strode over, glaring.

"Mr. Mortem, what is this?" he asked, hissing. Thanatos gave his Head of House a shit-eating grin.

"My birthday present Professor!" He turned back to the box and pulled out several boxes of blood-pops and other candies that were clearly from a wizarding candy store. Placing them to his right, beside a nastily glaring Theodore, Thanatos then pulled out a large book. He put that to his left. At that moment, Harry finally got over the shock and got up, hurrying over.

"Why didn't you say that today was your birthday?" Thanatos' grin turned into a tiny frown. Behind him, Harry noticed that Professor Snape was glaring at him.

"Because it would have been wrong to say something," the boy replied, tone serious. "It is Hallow's Eve, after all." Harry blinked and his eyes went down to his shoes. Thanatos reached out with a hand, patting him on the head, smiling kindly.

"Come on Harry, it's okay! Smile, 'cause your parents would have wanted that!" Harry blushed at the attention, biting his lip. Many of the others who were still watching seemed confused before coming to the realization. Snape's face had turned to stone before he stormed out of the Hall, cloak billowing out behind him dramatically.

"He's right," Harry thought. "Besides..." The dreams came to his mind. Would he still have them? Would he see... Them there?

Before leaving the Dursleys, Harry never knew who those two were. However, the man had looked just like him and he had the woman's eyes. Hadn't he been told that thousands of times? Were the two in his dreams his parents? Maybe they were. The three hadn't had much time for their usual conversations. Ever since Harry started at Hogwarts, he's only dreamed of them twice; the first was the night of the first day of classes and the second was the week previous. Would he see them later tonight? He certainly hoped so.

Looking back to Thanatos, the green eyed boy gave a determined nod.

As Thanatos laughed and eagerly began showing Harry his gifts, the Boy-Who-Lived then decided that maybe Halloween wasn't so bad after all.

It was during the feast that Harry decided to rethink his earlier statement. He had been just about to help himself to a jacket potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the Hall, turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumping against the table.

"Troll - in the dungeons - thought you ought to know," he gasped. He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.

There was uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.

"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your houses back to the dormitories immediately!"

As Harry followed behind Yang as the Ravenclaws began climbing up the marble stairs, the green eyed boy noticed a flash of orangeish brown dart around the corner. Harry frowned, before turning and tugging on Yang's sleeve.

"Someone just ran off," he whispered. Yang raised an eyebrow that clearly said 'And I should care about this, why?' Harry sighed.

"Whoever it was could get hurt Yang! Please!" He stared at the Asian boy who finally groaned, "Fine." Harry could have sworn that he heard Yang mutter "just don't look at me like that..." afterwards, but he was too focused on following whoever it was down the corridors. The two boys were about to turn the corner when Yang grabbed Harry's wrist and pulling him behind a large stone griffin.

Placing a hand over the green eyed boy's mouth, the two stood quietly as the sound of quick footsteps passed by before disappearing. Pulling away, the two then continued down the corridor. Yang then stopped and Harry, who was walking behind him, bumped into his friend.

"Do you smell that?" the Asian boy asked, narrowed eyes glancing around shrewdly. Harry's nose scrunched up upon the scent reaching him. They shared a glance before deciding to follow the smell. It was through this action that as the two were about to turn another corner, someone grabbed them from behind, stopping them.

"What are you two doing here?" Apollo asked as they turned around.

"We were following you," Harry replied. "What are you doing here?" The Gryffindor frowned, moving closer to the corner and peering around it before turning back to them.

"Granger wasn't at the feast," he said, "Weasley had insulted her after Charms class and I heard from Patil - the Gryffindor Patil - that she was in the bathroom crying." Harry's eyes widened.

"So she didn't hear about the troll?" Apollo shook his head.

"Are you crazy?" Yang asked, glaring. "There's a troll running rampant in Hogwarts and you just decided 'oh hey! I'll just charge in and save the girl!'? What is wrong with you?" Apollo turned to the Asian Ravenclaw, his green eyes narrowing.

"I'm thinking about someone's life," he retorted, "Unlike yourself, obviously." Harry got between the two.

"Guys, stop it! If Granger is unaware of the troll, then we should find her before it's too late, not stand here argu-"

A high petrified scream came from further down the corridor, making Harry's heart stop. Immediately, Apollo's head snapped up and he burst out running in the direction from whence it came, Harry and Yang right behind him. Apollo pulled open the door at the end of the hall, the one that clearly stated "Girl's Restroom", and the trio ran inside.

Hermione Granger was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. A twelve foot tall troll was advancing on her. Its skin was lumpy and a dull, granite grey, its head tiny in comparison. It had short legs that were as thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. It was knocking the sinks off of the walls with a huge wooden club.

"Confuse it!" Harry said desperately before grabbing a tap and hurling as hard as he could against the wall. The troll stopped a few feet from Granger. It lumbered about, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then made for him instead, lifting its club as it went.

"Well, you certainly got its attention," Yang observed, pulling out his wand. Raising it, Yang pointed it directly at the troll. His eyes were calculating and his jaw was clenched.

"Diffindo!" An electric white light shot out from Yang's wand, slicing into the side of the troll's head. Its ear fell to the ground and with a loud groan of anger and pain, the troll's speed picked up.

"RUN!" The three boys burst out running out of the girls' restroom, the troll right behind them. As they took off down the halls at a break neck speed, Apollo turned to glance at Yang.

"Where'd you learn the Severing Charm?" he asked. Yang rolled his eyes, reaching over and smacking the Gryffindor upside the head.

"Less talking, more running," he replied.

Harry shook his head, before glancing behind him. The troll was chasing after them, breathing heavily and its beady eyes glaring right into his soul. Harry gulped before turning back around again. Turning the corner, the group suddenly crashed into someone. Falling to the ground, Harry looked up to see Thanatos, Blaise, and Theodore also on the ground.

"What in Merlin's name was that for?" Theodore asked. Getting back to their feet, Apollo glanced back behind them.

"Troll," he replied. The Gryffindor had stated this as if it were an every day occurrence. Thanatos raised an eyebrow.

"Troll?"

Apollo nodded solemnly. Theodore and Blaise blanched.

"Shouldn't we be running then?" Blaise asked. The group took off once more, troll almost on top of them when it turned the corner.

"Are you sure this isn't just a birthday present?" Thanatos asked.

"No, no it isn't," Yang replied.

"You sure?" A pointed glare was aimed at the dark haired boy's head.

"Do you want it to be?"

"Maybe. It would certainly make my life more interesting!" Apollo lightened up.

"Maybe I should send it to my parents! They would be delighted!"

There were several incredulous looks shot the Gryffindor's way. The group came to the grand staircase.

"What do we do?!" Harry asked, panicking. Glancing around, Yang pointed further up.

"If we get higher, we might be able to push it over the side and kill it." The Slytherins glanced at each other before nodding.

"Sounds like a pl-"

The troll came through the door way behind them, its swinging club catching Thanatos in the side and flinging him into the wall on the other side of the staircase. The group heard a loud crack followed by a pained gasp before the pureblood boy fell still.

"THANATOS!" Harry called out, eyes wide. Yang grabbed onto Harry's wrist and the two followed behind the others as they climbed up the stairs. Harry was pale and shaking, Yang noticed. At this rate, they wouldn't be able to outrun it. The Asian pointed to the door that was coming up.

"We won't make it," he stated to the others, "Let's try to lose it." They gave nods of agreement before running through the door, the troll right behind them.

"Worst. Birthday. Ever."

With a groan, Thanatos opened his eyes before slowly getting back to his feet. As he struggled to stand, broken bones snapped back into place, and blood disappeared off the floor just as the door beside him slammed opened. Out rushed Professor McGonagall followed by Professors Snape and Quirrell.

"Mr. Mortem! What in Merlin's name happened?" McGonagall asked, cold fury in her voice. He couldn't say anything, except to groan, falling back onto his knees. Professor Snape kneeled beside him, running diagnostic scans with his wand, an expression of pure rage on his face.

"T... Troll..." He finally managed to get out. The three froze.

"Explain." Snape finally said.

In all honesty, he didn't tell them too much; just that he had seen a few students break off from their groups and he went to go look for them. He didn't say a word about who the others were. He had this strange feeling that this current issue would make life for Harry problematic in the future.

When he finished his story, McGonagall quickly rushed off with Quirrell in search of the others while Snape got Thanatos to the infirmary.

Narrowed eyes glowed red as it glared down from the ceiling, hidden behind a mask with eight spider-like glass eyes. A hood covered his hair and a painted pair of sharp, canine teeth were in place of where his mouth was, a zipper keeping it shut. The ghoul then let himself drop down into a crouch atop the rubble that Snape and Thanatos had left behind. He glanced around before taking off in the direction of the horrendous smell.

Professors McGonagall and Quirrell had gone in the other direction. It's not like they would notice the scent with their primitive human noses.

He rapidly, yet carefully, made his way down corridors, following the smell of the mountain troll as it chased the first year boys. Inwardly, he smirked as he imagined the look of Yang's mangled corpse if he didn't get there in time.

He turned the corner.

The first year boys had somehow managed to get inside a classroom. The troll was angrily banging on the wooden door, trying to get them out. A scent came to its nose and it turned to face the spider ghoul at the end of the hallway, zipper slowly being pulled back to reveal an amused grin.

"Trying to get a meal?" the ghoul asked, chuckling, "I do a better job, even if it is a bad day."

The troll growled, lifting its club before beginning to advance on the other creature. Once clos enough, the troll raised the wooden club above its head and slammed it down, intending to crush the ghoul. The smaller of the two simply side stepped, smirking.

"Come now, is that the best you can do?"

The troll let out a mighty roar swinging the club again. Each and every time, the ghoul dodged, laughing all the while. Then, as if finally having enough with the game they were playing, the ghoul's kagune unleashed itself from his lower back. Eight spider like legs whipped around before the ghoul slid under the troll's legs, the kagune cutting deeply into the appendages. The troll howled, falling to the ground. Green oozed onto the stone floor. The troll's head whipped around to glare and spit at the victor. The ghoul smirked.

"You know," he mused, "I've never tried troll before. I assume it won't taste very good..."

The wooden door that the troll had been trying to get into opened. A frightened head poked out. The ghoul recognized Theodore Nott. He grinned.

"Get out of here," he said to the boy, "And take all your little friends with you."

Then finally, with one last glance as the boy with messy black hair and the lightning bolt scar came out into the hallway, the ghoul's kagune pierced the wall to help him climb up into the rafters. He then disappeared. Yang watched him go with a glare as the other boys quietly murmured to each other as they stood in shock.

The four then returned to their common rooms, avoiding teachers, almost convinced that that night had been a complete hallucination.

That night, Harry dreamed.