Worlds Apart come Together

Hi. This is my story. I was born here in Godric's Hallow my family gave their life to protect me from the Dark Lord Voldemort. On that night I was sent to my mother's sister and her family to be raised. They hated me and acted as though I had something wrong that they could not cure. My aunt's husband often tried to beat the magic out of me. When I was eleven I learned about my power and enetered a world of love and change. I slowly grew up and learned to care. No one was really ever there for me until one night. I was 15. That night changed my life and everything else for ever.

My name is Harry Potter. I am the Boy-Who-Lived. If you didn't already know.

Harry sat down on a swing. It was close to midnight and he just watched his family be murdered. He knew that they would try and blame him even though they were shot with a gun. He had ran outside and down the street. Even now he heard the sirens wailing and calling out tempting him to use magic to solve his problems. He started to cry wondering what he should do nothing ever worked out for him. He had learned the lesson long ago that Life was never fair.

Meanwhile a vampire and son to Voldemort scented the air. He growled and rushed forward. He walked into the light of the street lamp and saw Harry. Heero walked forward and growled. He bared fangs and asked.

"What are you doing here Boy?"

"Waiting to die. My family is dead. I have no one left and nothing left to lose. The person even killed my owl. I have lost everything and should I do magic I will be expelled from Hogwarts."

"I see. I ask that you allow me to aid you. I can teach you magic and such ways that no one will ever be able to punish you ever again."

"I accept. I would like to know your name though."

"it's Heero. Heero Riddle. I am the son to Lord Voldemort. I am glad. Now let us go to my home."

Heero walked forward and touched harry's shoulder and vanished them to his home in Romania. He smiled and lead harry inside the castle and through the darkened halls and into a bedroom. He pushed harry inside and then turned and left.

Harry smiled and walked to his bed and lay down and started to cry his mind replaying the scene in frames.

Verorn growled and backhanded Harry into a wall then heard banging. He realeased Harry who scurried into the cupboard and shut the door to hide. The front door was kicked open and a man and woman armed with guns ran in. they shot verorn and petunia in the head then the man stripped and raped Dudley then killed him as well. The man and woman spilt up and walked through the house. Upstairs the woman found the owl Hedwig and shot her then started a fire. They rushed out of the house after stealing most if not all the money and jewelery. Harry waited until the smell of smoke choked him then stood and grabbed his wand and rushed from the burning house. He sighed and walked to the park and sat down and started to cry.

Harry drifted off to sleep as the replay stopped. He was feeling like he did magic to hide. He was uncertain how he could have though. He wondered what the next day would be like.

Heero was in his study working. His mind suppling information. He knew that Harry Potter was the boy. He sighed as he wondered why he felt needed to help the boy that had brought his father's downfall. Even though Heero and Voldemort did not get along he would try and make up with his father in hopes that someday things would change. He didn't know that a old prophesy would come into play. Stated before time truly began and back when he was a child. He did not know of the prophesy no one did. It was dead to long to have even existed.

Heero finished in his study and walked into his bedroom and went to sleep. He sighed as he drifted into slumber wondering what drew him to potter.