Resident Evil Neurosis

Disclaimers: I do not own Resident Evil or Harry Potter they are the sole property of Capcom/J.K. Rowling and other affiliated companies. Except for the characters I created.

This chapter is dedicated to Harry's past. For all of you who were curious to find out what happened after he was booted from the wizarding world and just how Harry became an S.T.A.R.S. This is his origins. Oh and this is a shout-out to the best HP/Twilight story on this entire website called "Fork Cuisine".

Response to Reviewers:

Mayablackwolf: When you first said Sirius I was confuse for some strange reason I was thinking about the real Sirius Black, who will be reappearing in just a few more chapters. I promise you that when these two meet again more the sparks will be flying. Sirius (Harry) doesn't outright hate him; he's just very leery of him. He reminds him of someone form the wizarding world let's see if you can guess just who. I agree I do wish that ADFF had alerts, my story is also on Fanfiction and I can even write personal comments to my reviewers on the other hand FF got those damn pop-ups. So I guess it's a double-edged sword. Unfortunately I will have to keep the story true to the game, so yes the majority of Bravo team will be wiped out, save for a few. And thank you for that most flattering shout-out. I just wished more people would read and review my story it makes me so sad. But I promise you that I have several RE and RE/HP stories in the work. In later chapters I will be previewing one of them, so keep a look out.

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Previously on Resident Evil Neurosis:

At that moment time seemed to stand still as Sirius slowly turned, looking back at Rebecca he offered her a small smile.

"Sirius!


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'Harry, Harry.'

I hear her voice and like an angel singing it gently lulls me to sleep, sleep. Pssh, that's the least of my worry now. Lying on this diseased filled floor I can taste it not even fake my pending, demise. And I am all alone, I chokingly sobbed. No family, no friends, well the perhaps it was for the best. What am I, nothing more but a mad mans immortal foe, an old man's mortal vessel, a paragon of good with the knowledge of countless wars. He was so angry he hated this, this weakness he was…..

"Harry, Harry can you hear."

"Damn it William be careful, he' barely breathing."

"My apologies but the quicker we move him the quicker I can diagnose him and….."

"Christ almighty! Birkin he is not one of your science experiments he's a kid."

"I can clearly see that he is, but the fact is that my patient health is sporadic and at the moment digressing. So instead of judging my career choices why don't you instead tell me what you know about the boy?"

"Do….n't…ca….call….me…boy."

"What did he say?"

"Don't call him boy."

"Is he going to be alright?"

"He has several lacerations, three broken ribs and a concussion. From my primarily evaluation all four of his limbs have been and are broken he also has massive internal bleeding. This bo….child has many injuries. Judging from his injuries I would say that this is not the first time our friend has been so badly wounded, how he's survived with such life threatening injuries is a mystery itself."

"What do you mean?"

"His healing, he's healing at an exponential rate. With his blood samples I could…."

"Hey, I brought him here for you to help not to join the rest of your participants"

"Now what is that supposed to mean?"

"You know just what I'm talking about"

"That's enough this isn't the time for your petty arguments. This child is hurt very badly, William get to fixing him and Charleston I want you to tell me everything you know about this boy, now!"

They were arguing about him and then a woman came into view. Mom, he called out. The woman looked startled by his cry; smiling down at him she gently caressed his face. And as he allowed the oh so soft touching to envelope his senses he felt as though he was a babe being held in his mothers arm, swaddle and cradled, nestled so warmly against her bosom. As he reached this climatic europhia , he felt himself shatter and fall into oblivion. And then there was nothing…


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"I see you're awake"

A voice called out from his right, turning Harry was greeted by the sight of a beautiful raven-haired woman seated by a table.

Ignoring the womans comment Harry instead asked, "Where the hell am I?"

"Oh, well umm I can't really go into the locations specific but you're in a safe place." She said to him in an assuring tone.

Great out of the fire into the frying pan, he'd escape one hell whole and ended up in an even worst one, life really did suck. "I see so what am I your pet or mayb…"

"I would watch your tone young man she's the main reason why your experience here is so enjoyable."

"Yeah I'm receiving such special accommodations, hint the sarcasm." Harry coldly remarked as he pull himself into a sitting position. Turing to stare at the intruder he was greeted by the sight of a frowning brown-haired man, who obviously didn't know the proper use of a shaver.

"Is that him? You little brat what did you get yourself into this time?" Another voice called out from behind the man, "Move William, damn always blocking…."

"Pops still alive, eh" Harry said with a smile.

"Why you snot nosed brat I should…" The man began as he made his way menacingly towards Harry.

"You should what, you may be his father but dammit Charleston I am his doctor. So unless you have something of importance to say I suggest you go take a seat, or would you rather I called ACIS" The woman remarked form his left as she stood up her hands resting on her hips.

"Humph I'm all for that." The man now identified as William snorted out, harry glared at him. 'Great another Snape'

"Shut it William." The woman said as she turned on him, turning to him she gave him a motherly smile before asking him in an endearing tone whether he wanted something to eat or drink.

"A hot bath would be nice, if that's not too much."

"Oh yes of course." She smiled at him again, and he couldn't help but to feel his chest tighten at the simple gesture. "You two go prepare him a bath, and no lip." She barked out.

Both men turned and headed out the door only to get into an argument over who would exist first. 'How immature', Harry thought as he rolled his eyes.

"So what am I doing here, exactly?"

"Well Charleston has been looking for you for months, and how he found you we don't know. But it's a good thing that he did an hour or even a day late and you would've died. I've been reviewing your files, but I can't seem to find anything. Not a birth certificate, doctor visits, vaccinations not even school files. It's like you don't even exist."

"That's because I don't, you won't find anything because my family didn't permit any of them."

"What about Charleston."

"He was my neighbor he would pay my uncle twenty dollars for my services" Harry replied as he shrugged.

"He…" The woman eyes widened at this statement.

"He didn't, he just made sure those who would never got the opportunity. He thought me how to fight how to use and assemble weapons, he even thought me how to sing." Harry clarified, as the woman visibly relaxed.

"He has a terrible voice." She absently remarked.

"I know thank God I don't though." Harry jokingly replied.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize he gave me the childhood I never had and I've enjoyed our time. But anyway I was expelled from my academy for attacking several of my classmates; I knew it wasn't safe to return home so I ran."

"Did you?"

"No."

"With your superior skills in combat it would be so…" She began.

"Easy. I didn't do it what I was thought was meant only to be used to defend myself. Unfortunately the guys who I got into a tussle with thought I would make a pretty prostitute. They found me on the street and took me to some guy. I thought they were taking me to a safe house it turns out they were selling me at a brothel for twenty dollars, flattering right. But I digress they had me cleaning and cooking till the owner took another look and decided I would make a nice bed partner. I didn't notice it at first, but he would bring me gifts a bouquets of lilies, chocolate and what not. Till of course one of the girls told me just what he wanted."

"What happened then?"

"I gave it to him; I figured that if I played nice, nice with him sooner or later he would give me more liberties. He taught me all the right ways to pleasure someone; I was a fast learner so it wasn't to Lon before my privileges were bumped up. He let me attend school at some uptown academy, got me a tutor to teach me defensive and offensive techniques. I graduated from the school in less than two months, and then it was off to college I triple majored in bio-technology, information technology, weapon engineering and minored in Ancient Weaponry and English Literature, what I needed an elective. Anyway I got my bachelors and PhD in barely a month. I was a certified genius and the owner was quite pleased with the prize he had in his hands. That is until…"

"Until what?" The woman asked completely enthralled by his story.

"Until his wife caught on, while at the academy I had the misfortune to meet his daughter. We hated each other on sight she assumed I was one of her father favored prostitute kid, so she took it upon herself to broadcast that piece of info to the whole campus. Anyway you know how kids can be, so I asked her if she was more upset by the fact that her father favored a whores bastard child over that of his own or the fact that I was more attractive, smarter and therefore more superior then her."

"What happened after that?"

"She totally flipped but before she could continue the principal came and handed me my diploma, thus proving my intellectual superiority. I thought that was the last I would see of her till she paid her father a visit at the brothel, I was just exiting the shower when she came in she was shocked to see me sand even more shocked when her father bestowed me a kiss and told me to run along to my studies. The lil weasel snitched to her mom and a few days later she paid a visit whilst I was riding her husband, she was pissed, royally. She wanted me dead or gone; he refused so she stabbed him and I shot her. I didn't hate him despite what my role was, he helped me and so I helped him. Holding him under the gun I fled. I was only wearing an oversized t-shirt, credit cards and twenty g's in cash. So I skipped town, hitchhiked and even worked as a stripper for a few weeks, before some angry thug that I rebuffed found out I was a guy. He decided to beat me up for my fagness, I broke his jaw, arm, and punctured his larynx. In retaliation he got his group of buddies to jump me; I fought them off and hid out in that old dump. That is till you guys found me."

"Wow you've led an interesting four months."

"Yeah umm, I've been spilling my guts to you and I don't even know your name." Harry remarked embarrassingly.

Smiling she replied, "Call me Annette."

"Annette, what I've told you stays between us right."

"Oh of course, I'm sure you don't want Charleston knowing just what you've been going through." Annette said as she held her hands up to her chest, "Scouts honor."

Harry doubted that she was ever a scout, but who was he to judge the acclaimed serial Medusa.

"Right, so when do I leave this white room."

"Whenever you're ready Charleston has already filed for custody of you, so I guess you'll be leaving soon seeing as how neither my husband nor him can stand the sight of each other." She answered with a sigh.

"I didn't notice that."

They both laughed out loud at his comment. Smiling softly Harry couldn't help but to think that maybe he had found it at last his salvation right here in this hull.


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How do you like it? This chapter of his life is concluded for now. Next chap we continue his umm, misadventures. We must ask though. Will Rebecca and Billy give into their primal urges? Will Dr. Marcus finally realize that his not Moses and if so will this pied piper of leeches finally give in to a makeover? And will Sirius ever play nice? These question will all be answered (or not) in the conclusion of our story. On another note Annette Birkin closely resembles Michelle Pfeiffer, just a thought.