THIS IS TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION. IT IS FUCKED UP. PLEASE NOTE. THIS IS FUCKED UP. DON'T COMPLAIN TO ME. LAST WARNING. FUCKED. UP. NO TRAUMATIZED CHILDREN ON MY CONSCIENCE, NO SIR.

I just wanna squeal about this for a moment. Cause, hot damn, I like this story.

Unlike my usual plan of editing over a period of a week, I am uploading this right after I finish writing it, so if there are errors, please inform me. I just can't wait like I usually to. Holy hell, this story has me squirming in my seat.

This is just a surprisingly long prologue, so tell me what you think? I have a general idea of where this is going, but encouragement is always appreciated.

Imma just let you read…(I just realized that some of this is really fucked up, so…sorry, not sorry. For now, Imma have this at Teen, if anyone thinks it should be upgraded to Mature, please tell me~ Highly likely Imma upgrade it anyway)

Tokyo Ghoul and Harry Potter don't belong to me, if they did, Kaneki-baby would be hugged a hell of a lot more often. And Harry too, of course.

Freak was so hungry.

Not that that was something strange. After all, Freak was always hungry. He could barely even remember the last time he wasn't hungry. He remembered warmth and red hair. And green, green eyes.

But, Freak doesn't know those things anymore.

The room he was in was always dark. Cluttered with forgotten objects that the house's inhabitants have forsaken, it was cold and gray and dark.

Freak didn't think he liked the cold. He didn't think he liked the darkness. It was the same, every day.

It was only the colorful warmth that bubbled inside of him that kept him from going insane. It was always shifting, so much different from the constant gray that he has known for so long. He could feel it, circulating inside of him all the time. It took away some of the horrible pain of the hunger. There was a time before the warmth when the hunger made Freak forget about everything other than food. It would carve itself into his mind, overriding all other desires. However, none of the food that the thin inhabitant gave Freak ever satisfied the need. If anything, it made Freak even hungrier.

Then the inner warmth came, and he could think over the hunger. It was still always there, lingering in the back of his mind, but he could work around it. Just like he worked around the chains that held him in the gray room.

They were heavy, wrapped around his entire body, forcing him to lay on the ground. The chains had been thrown on him the moment he arrived at the house. It branded him just as much as the name they gave him. Freak.

The inhabitants didn't come down to see him often, just enough that he knew what they looked like. He never made an effort to know their names. Every time they opened the door, it was with anger and hatred. Words that he was still learning leapt from their mouths.

It was only thanks to the warmth that he understood the two that came down to see him.

Whenever they looked him in the eye, the very few time it has happened, the warmth would reach. And then he would be inside of their heads, seeing what they saw, knowing what they knew. He learned so much each time the thin or large inhabitant came down to spit at him.

He learned of the outside world. He wanted so badly to leave his constant cage to explore the sights that he saw through their eyes, but he was patient. There was always a lingering fear in the inhabitants' minds. A fear that someone would come for him. A fear that he would break free of his chains.

A fear that was well warranted.

He just had to wait, just as he had been doing for so long. Five years, according to the inhabitants.

He gently tested his chains, tugging at the cuffs that tied his arms behind him, connecting him to the wall farthest from the stairs. Not only were his hands chained behind him, but the rest of his body was draped in chains that connected to the floor. He could barely even twitch without hearing the clanking of metal against metal. Just another thing he was used to.

He often thought over everything he learned from reaching whenever he was left alone. He had long since memorized everything to do with the dim room that he could. There were twenty-seven brown boxes within sight, each with their contents scribbled on. That is how he first practiced his reading, when he learned it from the thin inhabitant's mind. Now, he had it all memorized.

Kitchen utensils, Dudley's toys, books, Lily's clothes, Dudley's toys, pictures, Vernon's tools, Christmas decorations. The list went on and on.

With his head facing towards the boxes, there was not much else he could memorize about the gray room. He sometimes wondered about what was on the other side of the room, the side that faced the back of his head, the side he couldn't see. All he knew was that there was a source of light that illuminated the boxes behind him. But, he was more interested in the lessons he gleaned from the inhabitants.

Shackled as he was, there was nothing else that he could do.

He thought over the fear that brewed in their minds. About how he has survived without food. About how he has survived without needing to release his bowels. About how his clothes, a white shirt and white shorts grew with him. About how silent he was, just watching, waiting.

Freak, they whimper. He could only laugh, quietly of course.

The door opened.

Freak snapped his eyes to look at the entrance as more light filtered in.

He saw a large silhouette crowding the small threshold. At first, he thought it was the large inhabitant, but the mass was all wrong. This one was shorter.

"Piers, this is our chance to see what's in the basement!"

"Didn't your parents say that the basement was forbidden?"

Freak blinked in wonder. Voices. Unfamiliar voices. He had only seen the thin and large inhabitant in person, so who else lived in this house.

The boy. He remembered a mention of a son when he reached. Name, what was his name.

"Don't be a wimp! I bet they're hiding something cool, like a gun or a motorcycle."

Dudley. The child. Three inhabitants; thin, large, and child. A family. And the freak hidden behind the door. The skeleton in the closet. The monster under the bed.

"I don't know, Duds."

They stomped down the stairs. They hadn't seen him yet.

"Com'on Piers! It'll be fu-" The child turned around, revealing a smaller boy to Freak. The child was large and blonde like the large inhabitant, but his eyes were a wide blue instead of the large one's beady orbs. The boy was smaller, like the thin inhabitant. But, he had dark brown hair where she had dark blonde. His face was pointy where her's was round.

The child gaped at Freak.

"Duds, what's wrong?" The boy shoved his way around the child, curious as to what had silenced the other.

The child's gaze was locked on Freak's. With a twitch of his lips, he felt the warmth reach.

Fear

Confusion

Hesitance

Reluctance

Fear

Freak slapped aside the child's emotions. They were not important. No, he needed to go deeper.

A boy? Chained to the floor in his basement with long black hair that flowed feet behind him. So small, so many chains. What was Rapunzel doing in his house. Green eyes. So green, piercing his mind. It hurts.

Freak grinned, baring his teeth at the floor, even as the boy started yelling in confusion. The child was frozen, locked in his thoughts. And Freak went along for the ride. The warmth heated up, burning like the fire that the thin one used to cook.

Can't move. What is this? Stuck, lost. Mom? Dad? Where are you? Piers? Piers, help me!

Freak didn't blink. The child's mind was so much more impressionable than the thin and large one. He could use this. He could escape.

The warmth snapped at the child's mind, twisting it as Freak saw fit.

The boy tugged frantically at the child's thick arm, shouting at him to snap out of it. Freak allowed a giggle to slip free. The boy immediately turned to him.

"Monster, what have you done to Dudley!" the boy shivered in fear, but Freak didn't bother reaching out to him. No, he would use the child, who looked so much like the large one that would yell and taunt and tug at his chains.

For the first time ever, Freak opened his mouth and spoke. "Come to me." His voice was quiet, a breeze in the boy's panic. But, the child heard it loud and clear.

Come. Go to him. I must…go to him.

The child took a halting step forward, inching closer to Freak. The boy dragged his attention back to his friend at once.

"Dudley, what are you doing?" He questioned. He grabbed his thick arm once again, trying to stop the larger child. "Dudley, stop! Com'on Duds!" He begged, tugging fruitlessly.

I must…go to him. Piers, don't get in my way. I need to go to him. I must!

The child smacked the boy down, throwing him against the wall. The boy fell lifelessly to the floor, slamming his head brutally against the gray cement.

The child inched closer until he stood right in front of Freak's prone form. Unfortunately, he was still too far away. Freak's head was tilted back uncomfortably as he kept his steady gaze with the child.

"Closer." He hissed.

He needs me closer. Closer and closer and closer. I must get closer.

The child flopped to his hands and knees, the harsh impact peeling away some of his precious flesh. The sweet scent filled the room. Freak felt saliva slip through his lips, pooling on the ground. He ignored his disgust as the child was once again inching closer. The persistent hunger clawed at his mind. It begged and pleaded. It wanted to eat, Freak was so hungry.

Closer and closer and closer and closer and closer.

"Dudley!" A shrill cry rang out from the open door. "Dudley! Piers! Where are you?" The thin one cried out.

Freak smiled widely as salvia dribbled down his face. The child was so close.

Closer and closer and closer and closer and closer.

"Dudley!" Her voice was closer, panicked. Freak saw her silhouette in the threshold.

The child's hand landed in the puddle of drool.

"Dudley, get away from him!" She cried out.

"Too late." Freak hummed. He finally looked away from the child's eyes, allowing him to snap out of his trance. But, he was close enough. The thin one thundered down the stairs, calling for her mate's assistance. Far too late.

Freak opened his mouth, snapping his teeth around the pudgy wrist that was conveniently right in front of his nose.

The child screamed in pain as Freak tore out a chunk of flesh, his taste buds exploding with the sickly sweet flavor of his blood. The thin one grabbed her quivering child, pulling him away from the chained freak. She tried to tug him up the stairs and out of the basement, but she was not strong enough to carry the overweight child. He was in shock, unable to even move.

Freak focused on the food he had finally received. This is what food tasted like. It reminded him of the red-haired woman. The one with the pretty green eyes that visits him in his dreams.

He wanted more. Already, the food was giving him strength. A heat, so much different from the warmth that protected him for years, developed in his body. The thin one frantically tugged at her offspring's arm, trying to gently force him back into reality, ignoring the body of the other boy. She froze at the sound of metal clinking against metal.

She watched with wide eyes as the Freak slowly shifted himself into a seated position, his arms still chained to the wall behind him. She hugged her child to her chest, scooting backwards until her back hit the first step. She couldn't hear her husband, he must not have heard her or his son over his show. She was too scared to even scream now, however.

The Freak was watching her. His face was smeared with the blood of the child. He was smiling so innocently, gazing at her with wide, curious eyes. It was the eyes that terrified her. His right eye was green, like her freak sister's. But, his was a green that reminded her of poison instead of the peaceful grass that her little sister had possessed. It was his left eye that caused her to scream.

It was completely black with a red iris. Black veins branched out, consuming his check and lower forehead. It looked exactly like every humans worst fear. The predator of the top of the food chain. It was the eye of a ghoul.

She could hear her husband moving now. But, the Freak was moving too.

At her scream, Freak shifted forward, stopped only by the chains that bound him. With a backwards glance, he pulled, breaking the industrial metal and finally breaking free of the wall. His arms in front of him for the first time in forever, he quickly tore at the cuffs that chaffed his skin. His wrists were irritated and scarred, but he would survive.

He tore apart the metal bonds that kept him in place. His hands ripped through them like paper. If only he knew that one bite would give him so much strength. But, he waited five years for this. He had been patient. And patient people were always rewarded.

The large one arrived at the threshold, gazing down in horror at the bloody scene just as Freak wobbled his way into a stand. He tilted to the side, almost falling back on his face, only for the soothing heat to bloom at his lower back. He felt three new appendages form, slamming into the walls to keep him standing.

Suitably in control, Freak turned his attention to his horrified audience.

"Aunt. Uncle. Cousin." He muttered, flicking his dual eyes to each of them as he spoke. He struggled to form the words, but all of his silent practice paid off. "I'm so hungry." He informed him. He smiled peacefully as the thin one whimpered. The child was shaking and the large one quivered. Yes, this is how they should be. Afraid.

"Fr-freak, what the hell do you think you're doing!" The large one, who had not seen him tear into his spawn, recovered first. He took an unsteady step down the stairs, closer to his family. He too ignored the prone body of his son's best friend. Freak flicked his eyes over the boy briefly, noting that he was still breathing. Alive, but unconscious. Not that it mattered. He swung his attention back to the family of three, to see that the large one arrived at the other two. He finally found out where the blood came from. His horrified shout caused Freak to giggle.

The two that were still aware of reality gazed at him, misty hazel and beady blue staring down his poison filled orbs. He didn't even bother reaching, there was no need to. Freak grinned, displaying his blood coated teeth for his audience. The thin one shuttered as he caressed his bloody lip with his pink tongue.

"Be good hosts, Uncle, Aunt." He warned them, mentally pulling one of his new appendages out of the wall carefully. He wobbled dangerously for a moment, but he shifted his weight slightly, balancing on his two feet. "And don't move."

He commanded the appendage to swing around, swiping at the large one. His head flew off, slapping hollowly against the wall as his body thudded to the ground. The thin one screamed, clutching her unresponsive son to her chest as if trying to shove him into her rib cage for safety.

The appendage poked curiously at the immobile body even as Freak watched the mother and son with wide, fascinated eyes. She sobbed, watching the tentacle prod at her husband's corpse. It slipped into his corpse, nestling into his warm body. It slipped deeper and deeper inside. She could see the skin bulge at it slipped down the neck into the rib cage.

Freak could feel the tight warmth that surrounded his appendage. He shuddered as it poked at a squishy organ, worming in between hard bones. He commanded the extra limb to wrap the dull side around the organ and pull. The cooling body twitched as he wrenched his appendage free. The first three inches of the long tentacle were gently holding a salmon colored organ. The limb swayed over to Freak, holding the piece of meat up to his mouth. With a soft hum, he opened his mouth wide. The limb gently tucked the organ into his mouth. Once the whole thing was wedged between his teeth, the appendage swayed to the side, slipping over to the separated head. It curled its dull side around the heavy globe, flicking it into the air.

The thin one swiftly looked away, focusing on her freak of a nephew, desperately trying to ignore the sound of her husband's head smashing to the ground on the other side of the room. She ignored the sticky warmth that splattered her face with the torturous crack that she had expected.

Her nephew still held her husband's organ in his mouth, both eyes focused on her. Noticing that she was watching him, his eye crinkled slightly, as if he was smiling. And he slammed his jaw shut around the heart, blood spurting out, dribbling down his chin to stain the large white shirt she had placed him in five years ago. He tilted his head back, so that she could see her husband's heart slid down his throat to rest in his stomach.

Her freak of a nephew. Her ghoul of a nephew. He smiled at her. She flinched when she felt something wet brush against her check. Reluctant to look away from the smiling monster in front of her, she shifted her gaze to the side. A red tentacle waved at her, she cowered back, dragging her son with her.

The Freak spoke up, his childish voice hiding his monstrous nature. "Aunt, I'm still hungry. Feed me, Aunt. I need flesh." The tentacle moved from her check to caress her collarbone, too close to her son for her comfort.

"Stay away from me, Freak!" She screeched, releasing one hand from its death grip on her son to bat at the extra limb.

"I won't do that, Aunt." He stated as she screamed, her hand falling to the floor. The tentacle was unforgivably sharp, its side gleaming in the light. Her blood dripped to mix with her husband's as she stared at her stub of a wrist. "I warned you, didn't I, Aunt." He taunted her. He took a cautious step forward. He smiled, proud of himself for his accomplishment, taking another step towards his meal.

His tentacle, carefully turned to its dull side, wrapped around the child. It tugged him from the thin one's weak grip and placed him to the side. Freak didn't know what he was going to do with his cousin, but he was too focused on his aunt to care at the moment. He reached her side swiftly as she cradled her useless limb and stared up at him in terror. He smiled softly at her, resting his hand on her chest, right above her left breast. She tensed at his touch. He kept still, just smiling at her. Her shock and minor blood loss caught up to her quickly and she relaxed slightly as black dots covered her vision.

Freak's eyes twinkled and he placed all of his meager weight on his hand, piercing the flesh easily. Her back arched as she tried to cry out for help. The sound was never vocalized, pain causing her voice to be silenced. Freak was enchanted by the warmth surrounding his hand as he curved it around the frantically beating organ. It felt so much like the warmth that bubbled under his skin. A soothing and reassuring presence. His hand clenched around the warm organ and a choked squeak sounded from the thin one. Freak canted his head to the side and, tightening his grip, pulled out her heart.

He brought it to his face, taking a small bite out of it. It was sweet, sweeter than the large man's, but not sweet enough. Thinking over the knowledge from his reaches, he likened it to black licorice while the large one's was bitter coffee. He needed healthier meals.

He finished off the meal anyway, not in the mood to be picky. He was so very hungry, after all.

He stared at the woman's corpse, blinking for a moment. He turned his head to look at the unaware child. He smiled, and beckoned his three appendages over. With a mental command, they slid into the hole in the woman's chest and hooked around the breach. Tugging, the three tentacle split the thin one open, revealing her entire inner chest to the freak's gaze. Cheerfully, he took his time sampling each organ.

Chewing on the spongey and bitter organ that was guarded by the net of bone, he eyed the child. He was large, but not too large. He turned back to the thin one contemplatively. He frowned and shook his head.

"Too small." He muttered conversationally to his tentacle. He nibbled on the separated hand as he thought. One of the extra limbs tapped his shoulder softly. Blinking around at it, he followed its direction as it pointed at the decapitated body only a few feet from where he was sitting. The tentacle then waved at the unconscious boy off to the side. He grinned at the appendage, praising it for its brilliant thinking.

He stood, wavering for barely a second, and grabbed the still attached hand of his former meal. Dragging her to the mound of shredded chains, he tied one around her hand and pierced another through her stub wrist. Circling a final chain around her neck, he handed the ends to his three tentacles. They happily swayed, reaching to the pipes hanging from the ceiling. Swiftly, they wrapped the chains around their new hooks, leaving her desecrated body dangling in the air.

Meanwhile, Freak skipped to the large one, and placed his hand over the empty cavern that once held his heart. It needed less pressure than the thin one, but he had to shove his hand through fat to reach his goal. Once he felt his hand breach the cage of bone, Freak checked on his appendages' progress. Seeing the swinging corpse, he commanded the limbs to repeat the chest opening actions on the man.

Picking at organs he liked from his sampling on the woman, Freak shoveled the others out of the man's body. Gulping down a piece of the lung, he waved his limbs over to the child. Carrying him over gently, Freak placed the large child inside the large man, scooping out any innards that prevented his cousin from hiding inside his father's skin. With his hair just peeking out from stub of the neck, the child fit perfectly inside. Carefully folding the skin over the boy, Freak placed a bloody kiss on the older boy's forehead, before he was completely covered within his father's corpse. "Sleep well, Dudley."

Freak stood, looking around the bloodied room. The thin inhabitant was swinging merrily from the ceiling and the large one was hiding his precious son. Blood pooled around his old cage, replacing the gray with bright red. Red, just like the green eyed woman. Freak ignored the waving of his appendages to happily splash around in the blood.

He giggled as the cooling liquid splattered over his white clothing, banishing the monotone color. He crouched, cupping his hand in hopes of gathering a small pool. Failing, he turned to the hanging body that still dripped with blood. He skipped to stand under the body, stopping the steady pitter patter of life fluid staining the cement. Instead, the Freak's long hair was showered with the drops of blood. When some slipped down his face, he slipped his tongue out of his mouth to give it a taste.

He clasped his hands over his mouth as his giggles increased in volume. He twirled under the blood shower, feeling the liquid seeping into his hair. He tilted his head up, allowing for some precious drops fall into his mouth. Slowly, he calmed down, stepping out from underneath his aunt's body.

Saturated in the blood of his kin, he finally noticed the flailing of his extra limbs. Following their lengths, he saw they were pointing at the ignored boy. He huffed and waved his hand. He wasn't important. The limbs, pacified, carefully draped themselves over his bloody form, making sure to leave the sharp side facing out. One limb flung itself over his shoulders, another around his waist while the last tentacle wrapped around his chest twice.

Curious of the helpful appendages, Freak lifted his hand to poke the limb around his waist. The tentacle twitched away from the finger as the other two tightened for a moment. Taking the hint, he didn't touch the limb again, choosing to look at the strange addition.

The tip was a knob, about the size of a fist. The limb only gets thicker from there, covered in what looked like scales to Freak. The limbs were twisted around, as it was usually the inner side that was sharp, while the outer side was dull. Freak likened it to a flexible scythe. All three were mainly red, but they each had green veins. While curious about the second color, he could only be happy that his new helpers had his two favorite colors. Red, like blood and that woman's hair, and green, like his eyes and that woman's eyes.

The limb around his shoulder twitched, lifting off of him. It swayed in the direction of the staircase. Freak immediately paid attention, even has his other two limbs tensed around his body.

"Mrs. Dursley? Mr. Dursley?" Freak didn't know this voice. He was sure there was only the thin, large, and child. But, then again, the boy was there too. "Dudley? Piers!" The boy was obviously not another relative. No, he was something else. The child called him a friend. Freak frowned. The appendages unwound from their impromptu hug, waving around frantically. He heard a door open up the stairs. "Is anyone here? Hello?" Footsteps, getting closer and closer to the open basement door. His extra limbs were practically nonverbally screaming at him as they flew through the air.

Freak closed his eyes and reached out to the warmth that had kept him safe for years. Take me away, somewhere safe, he begged it.

He heard the start of a horrified scream as the warmth filled his body, shoving his body forward. He felt as if he was being stuffed inside a small space. He couldn't feel his extra limbs anymore. Their loss and the squeezing feeling caused him to cry out. He wanted out of the strange subspace. Where ever he was had to be better than this.

He landed on his face in a dark place. He flipped himself over carefully, trying not to throw up the first meal he had in forever. Once on his back, Freak saw the starless sky and the pale moon that shined down on him. Content on staying on the dirty ground, Freak tilted his head side to side in order to get an understanding of where the warmth had brought him.

It was obviously an alley. Freak had landed next to a dumpster, hiding him from anyone closer to the entrance of the dark path. He eased his panicked breathing and listened to his surroundings.

There was a soft chewing sound, accompanied by the snapping of bones.

Remembering what he had just done and what he was covered in, Freak was hesitant to call out, but with a thrum of the warmth and the memory of his tentacles, he coughed pitifully. The sounds stopped, a suffocating silence descending on the tight space. Clothing rustled before Freak heard quiet footsteps moving towards him. The being rounded the dumpster and he stared up at a fellow child.

She looked a few years older than him, with purple hair and red on black eyes. She stared down at him with bloody lips and a hungry gaze. A startled look replaced her leer the moment she noticed his own inhuman eye. Freak was focused on the four extra limbs that branched out behind her. They didn't sway and wave, but they were similar to his own anyway. They were red and looked scaled.

"Baby ghoul, what are you doing back here? Are you hunting?" The girl smiled down at him, taking in his blood stained clothes and crusted hair. Freak just stared up at her. She was like him. A freak. Did she feel the warmth as well? Could she reach? Freak was tempted to try it on her, but didn't want to cross any lines if she could do it as well. He didn't know the rules of freaks. Freak didn't take notice of the warmth that centered itself around his ears and mouth. It was always doing small things to help him, he long since learned not to question it.

Her smile slipped into a frown at his blank expression and lack of response. "What's your name, baby ghoul? You smell like…" the girl trailed off, a distant look crossing her face. Freak blinked.

"Rize, is something wrong?" a gruff voice called out softly. The girl turned, putting her back to Freak. He eyed where the appendages met her lower back. It looked a little like a red sack to him. He wondered if his looked the same.

"I found a baby that smells like Mama, Papa." The girl stated to the unseen man. Freak smelled like this girl's mother? He pondered that for a moment before tossing it aside. It really didn't matter.

"Smells like Audrea?" the man repeated, his heavy footsteps moving towards the two children. The man was in view far too soon for Freak. The man was built out of muscles. Even with the warmth and his extra limbs, Freak was terrified of the thought of being on the other end of this man. Not wanting to be at a disadvantageous position, he snapped into a crouch, backing himself against the alley wall. The man blink in surprise at the sudden action, but Freak did no more. He refused to release the itch in his lower back, not wanting to give the stronger monster a reason to attack.

The two strangers watched the frightened six year old for a moment before the man took a deep, and loud, breathe in through his nose.

"You're right, Rize." He confirmed. The man looked at the long black hair, dual eyes, and pale white skin. "It appears that your mother's family has abandoned another member of their family." He informed his daughter.

"Mama's family?" The girl wondered, gazing at Freak in awe.

The man nodded. "Your cousin, I would have to say." Freak twitched. He thought the child was his only cousin. Would they lock him away too? No, they were freaks as well. Freaks don't hurt other freaks, did they?

"My cousin," the girl mused.

The man ignored her for a moment, turning to the cowering child. His wife's nephew. "Boy, what is your name?"

Name? They wanted Freak's name? The warmth bubbled in this throat as he spoke up quietly. "Freak is Freak." His words were soft, as if a breeze on a summer's day.

"Freak? That's no good." The man acknowledged. "Rize, do you have any ideas for your new brother's name?"

"New brother, Papa?" the girl grinned widely, the inhuman eyes fading to purple on white.

"We don't abandon family." The man confirmed.

The girl knelt down so that she was level with Freak. She reached out, gently holding his face, smiling softly at his lost look. "You hear that? You're my baby brother from now on. And no one can take you away from me, Miharu."

The newly named Miharu allowed a giggle to slip passed as the girl, Rize, lifted him to his feet. The man smiled down at him. "We always take care of family, Miharu."

Miharu would never forget that.

And, somehow, a 1,500 word prologue became a 5k+ monster of an introduction. I wasn't even planning on psychotic!Harry. I'm happy that I got it, but wow, that came out of completely nowhere. Really happy about the murder scene though, cause, holy shit, that was fun to write. Apparently, it's not weird to talk about detailed murder if it's in story format. Who knew?

Now, for background information in case anyone missed it.

Yes, Shachi is Rize's Dad. I don't care that it is technically not cannon. I do what I want.

Shachi's wife, Rize's mom, is Harry/Miharu/Freak's aunt. On his father side. THAT WILL EXPLAINED FURTHER, I SWEAR.

The basement replaced the cupboard under the stairs. Cause I felt like it.

Harry/Miharu/Freak is fucked up beyond belief. If anyone somehow missed that.

I think that's it. Any questions, just send me a review and I'll get back to you before I update next. (Speaking of which, not sure when that will be. With how interested I am in this at the moment, I could update any time between four days from now and next month. So, look forward to that.)