Chapter 1

July 31st, 1981

Godric's Hollow was destroyed, however, no one cared anymore, the Potters were safe and the war was over. All because of the youngest son of James and Lily Potter, Albus Godric Potter and everyone celebrated the death of Voldemort when Dumbledore proclaimed Albus as the boy-who-lived. Only the moon and stars were the only witnesses to a little baby boy with unique green eyes and messy raven locks, still slumbering in the broken cot, a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, compared to Albus' 'LV' on his cheek, that came from a broken piece of wood.

Over the past several months, James and Lily slowly forgot about their eldest son, until the elves only remembered his existence. It brought him to tears several times already knowing at his age of his parent's neglect of him, the elves watched, fed, and comfort him to many times, as his parents remained ignorant as they basked in their fame of their 'famous' son.

Dumbledore came by several months after the attack and said, they would have to train Albus.

Lily finally remembering her son asked, "Albus, what about Harry?"

"Harry needs to be sent away."

"What?'

"Lily, think about it. What if Harry gets jealous of Albus' training? You don't want them to resent each other do you?"

"No, I don't. But, I don't like it."

"It's for the greater good, Lily dear."

"Of course, Albus. However, will I be able to see him again?"

"You will be able to see him again when he is eleven."

"Don't I get to visit him?"

"Lily, there are still death eaters out there, some who have already escaped justice, if you are anywhere else with Harry, they might take their vengeance out on Harry." He said, in a disappointed tone

"Of course, Albus. But, where?" She said, humbled that she stepped out of line

"Just let me take care of that, Lily dear. To ease your worries, I will have someone close to me personally watch him while he is away. Will that ease your worries?"

"Yes, thank you, Albus."

"Of course dear."

Albus took the baby boy, with messy hair and bright green eyes. He apparated to Pivet Drive #4, the baby in a wicker basket and says, "I'm sorry Harry, but you need to be out of the way for your brother to be the child of destiny." Harry stares back at him with deep green eyes, almost as if to say he would regret his actions, however, Albus would not be deterred and left the baby on the doorstep and left with a sharp crack.

An hour later, a shrill-sounding voice was calling for her husband and Harry is taken inside, while the Dursleys planned on what to do with them.

(Five 1/2 Years Later)

Harry James Potter was scowling as he scrubbed pots and pans from the breakfast his 'relatives' breakfast and he just finished placing them in the right places under his aunt's watchful eyes.

"Freak, go to your cupboard."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." He said, plainly as he walked to his prison.

He was still sore from Vernon's beating when he got better grades than Dudley, their baby whale of a son, which he loudly complained about, however, Harry would not give up his grades just to sate the whale's tiny pride.

He was smart if he had to live in this hellhole of jealousy and petty hatred, only wearing the fat oaf's castoffs, but he would live with it only get out of this hellhole early and never coming back to this house.

He sat on the pile of thin and worn blankets, waiting and listening, apparently today was the day of Vernon's business deal and he wanted everything to be perfect. No more of Harry pain games today or no second deserts, so Dudley took to avoiding Harry the entire day and would make it up by beating him up twice as much an entire week.

Harry just thought let it be over with and took to enjoy the peace as he could. He waited and waited, knowing sleeping when visitors were here was not allowed as they wanted the boy to suffer mentally knowing only normal people could do certain things while little freaks like him had nothing.

Harry silently scoffed and thought, 'Normal people, huh? You, people, are the freaks here, I wonder Petunia how your friends would react if they heard how you treat your delinquent nephew, locking him in a cupboard, beating him because he has better grades while your son is as dumb as a pile of rocks.'

He counted down the hours and minutes and knew now it was roughly evening because of the sun's position from the tiny window. Since he cooked the Dursley's an early lunch and by now it would be during the supper. He just waited to be released so he could cook and maybe get scraps from when they would go to sleep.

The cupboard door opened and Petunia started barking orders to cook the meal she wanted and he did what he had been told.

He made the meal the way it worked with usual speed and placed on the food on the table and made to move upstairs and stay out of the way until the visitor left. Said visitor was the famous General Vlad Steel, apparently, he would have to go and meet the supplier for his weapons and had to put on a nice face for the normal family, even though he loved to be anywhere but the 'normal' house.

Vlad knocked and the most disgusting man he ever had the displeasure to see opened the door and along with his blubber ball of a son with three chins and a stick of a wife and he inwardly yelled that he was going to do a massacre after this.

He entered the house, ignoring the fat man's blubbering and how he crowed that his wife made the delicious meal he was going to eat.

Vlad glanced at the stick of a wife preparing the baby whale's plate and he knew that she didn't make it if he didn't know any better he would think that someone from a good three, maybe four-star restaurant made the meal that was on the plate. The woman wore an apron, but she did not smell like the kitchen and her hands were bony and fragile, and considering the glaring small sections on the newspaper clippings, he skimmed through she apparently was the three-time winner of the neighborhood for the best meals and best garden, but she herself tells a different story, that it is all bullshit.

Knowing she had nothing to do with the stolen accomplishments that rightfully wasn't hers irked him.

'So who did it...'

Vlad got his answer when a small young boy came down the steps in worn clothes, that practically swallowed him whole, he didn't flinch as he remembered his childhood in a worn house before he smashed it to pieces and burning the memory from his mind.

The boy looked up at the fat man waiting for an order, although the amount of hate and loathing he seemed to have for him was there and it made him curious.

'Maybe, just maybe.'

"Boy, you will serve Mr. Steel our finest alcohol and be good or else..." He harshly whispered

"Yes, Uncle," Harry said, plainly with a slight undertone of malice that the fat one didn't catch.

Harry looked at the meal on the table once and knew which bottle to get. It was a vintage bottle, that was slightly heavy, he knew Vernon liked things that were not really pleasant for such a dinner, so Harry went with his own choice. He didn't really care if he got beaten, regardless. It was now more of a numb feeling, then anything else.

It was a full wine, finely aged with a name, Harry didn't care to remember. He got three glasses and filled them, not looking at the glare Vernon and Petunia gave him as he filled their glasses and when Dudley tried to trip him, Harry gave a hard stomp on his polished shoes causing him to yelp, much to Steel's rising interest.

When Harry finishes pouring Steel's glass, he replied with, "Thank you."

Harry's head snapped up to look at the dark eyes of Dursley's client with a questioning and shocked gaze.

Harry replied, "Of course, sir."

Harry leaves the bottle of wine on the table and leaves, as Steel keeps him in his sight. Steel knew potential when he saw it and he had to have this kid, he could sense so much potential, and it made him grind his teeth behind his fake smile.

"Mr. Dursley, could you call him back?"

"O-of course, Mr. Steel." Vernon left the room in a hurry, leaving the man alone with his wife and son.

Steel decided it was time to stop fucking around, he didn't want to be anywhere near this house if he had the ability to, but he was taking the kid with him.

He pulled out a gun and pointed it at the horse-faced woman, causing her rising scream to die in her throat as the baby walrus hid his girth behind her frail form. Vernon walked into the kitchen to see, his employer and Steel pointed the gun at Vernon and said, "Let the boy go."

Vernon walked into the kitchen with his hand tightly wrapped behind the boy's neck to see, his client, Vlad Steel who now pointed the gun at Vernon and said, "Let the boy go."

Vernon did what he asked as Harry took several steps away from the frightened man.

"What's your name?" Vlad asked

"Harry. Harry Potter." Harry replied

"Come here." He ordered

Harry walked closer, facing him, but keeping an eye on his relatives, not to be blindsided, causing Steel to chuckle much to everyone else's confusion.

"Alright, Harry. How would you like to come with me?"

"Huh?"

"No, no! Mr. Steel, he's a troublemaker with mental problems!" Petunia screeched

"I'm right here, no need to screech, however, I don't give a damn."

"Wouldn't my son, make a better choice?" Petunia said, thinking of how powerful her family would be if her son was trained under Vlad Steel.

"Your son would only be used as the target, considering his size..." Vlad scoffed, the shaking butterball was hiding behind his twig of a mother.

Harry barely held back a snort, but Petunia had to make a smart comment, "Something you want to say, boy?" She sneered

"No, ma'am. Of course not." Harry denied at Vlad's side

"My lovely son is a strong and polite young man," Vernon said, trying to stand tall and firm

Harry couldn't stop from muttering, "More like a pig in a wig."

Vlad laughed and then stood up, standing beside Harry and said, "I will take him whether you like it or not. Go get your stuff."

"Yes, sir." Harry nodded, moving away from his safety and walking back to his 'room' which was the cupboard under the stairs.

Vlad snarled at the cowering Dursleys. "You kept a boy in a cupboard? Give me a good reason why I shouldn't splatter all of your brains on the wall right now."

"Because, sir, it will mess up the clean tile. Scum takes a long time to clean of cheap tile." Harry said, with a ragged backpack, clenched around one thin arm.

"Ha, I'm going to enjoy you, kid." Vlad smirked, "But first..."

Vlad shoots his gun, shattering Vernon's kneecap causing him to scream and wail as his large weight made his leg injury worse than it already was, the sharp, sickening crack of bone fill the room as the mother and son look on in horror at the state of their husband/father.

"Now, Harry. What do you want to happen next?" Vlad said, looking at the young boy

Harry now had a dark gleam in his eye that made Petunia nearly wish that she had abused him, but then it went away into petty hate and fear once more.

"I have an idea." He gestured him over and whispered to him, causing him to smirk to their paling faces.

"I'm going to take you as my sole apprentice, Harry. Do you want to take that position?"

"I would be honored, sir."

"Good, now let's take of them."

"Yes, sir."

As the three Dursleys balked and trembled at their dark looks and after an eerily silent two hours, before Harry Potter and Vlad Steel left the steps of the Dursley home. Harry couldn't keep the smile off of his face as he looked once more at his prison for five years.

"Anything you want to leave behind?"

"The name of Harry Potter, it...has been tainted by this place."

Vlad kneeled and made Harry look into his dark eyes and said, "Is that you truly desire?"

"Of course, sir."

"Very well, your new name will be Jahan Steel, my sole apprentice, and my adopted son."

Harry widened his eyes, then straighten his features. "Of course...father?"

"You will get used to it, come, son. The limo to your new life is waiting for you," he said, raising a hand from to take and Harry, now Jahan took it and walked towards the large limo.

With each step, the wards and spells around Harry snapped like cheap strings until when he finally stepped out, the wards and barriers shattered around the house like glass. Harry didn't notice the binds wrapped around his core snap like cheap locks as he was focused on the new things his father was telling him.

Over in the Magical World, several magical globes in Dumbledore's office let out several puffs of black smoke and then stopped recording Harry's state or wellbeing, the globes were pushed to far back of his shelves and wouldn't even be glanced at until years later.

I'm Alive! I'm Alive! I'm sorry for making you wait so long, but my midterms needed to be done and I couldn't really focus on stories until they were done, but I am back and now all we need now is to deal with are the finals which are two months away. Be patient with me, this is another Harry Potter fanfic, but this based off a manga called Deep Bloody Night and be warned it is yaoi that manga, but this fanfiction is not, so for those who hate slash cannot jump down my throat. The idea just came to me, I hope you like it. If you don't I will still continue my writing. Like or not, it is not my choice, just don't nag or bitch, I won't have it! Later

~Kourtney Uzu Yato