The sky filled with orange and a boy laid on dark green grass. There was a gentle breeze that blew over the boy. Not a cloud in the sky and life was getting better. No longer did he feel unloved and unwanted. No longer was he beaten and neglected.

He was happy, he had friends, he had a family. He wasn't alone, and he wasn't a freak.

He smiled.

People said that no matter how dark the night was, the sun will always rise, but he hadn't believed it. So many years living in the dark he doubted that he'd ever see better. But the sun has risen and life was good. The sun higher now left him smiling.

"Harry if you don't come then Molly is going to feed Ron your pancakes!"

Getting up Harry smiled at the man in dark robes with the silky hair, "I'm coming dad!" he ran to the man, into the sunrise.

Dark clouds had filled the sky and the man in dark black robes was drinking, trying to forget. How could he have killed her. He had told that Monster about the prophecy. It was because of him the love of his life was dead, and her child orphaned. He was a monster! For the first time in years wet hot tears dripped down his face. Everyone was celebrating but here he was crying alone, drunk, over his lost love. Halloween was never the same.

Years later the man sat alone, he had no more tears left to cry. He had cried so long over the past that they where gone. Tears didn't drip down the face, just a sad look in normally unemotional eyes. The feast was going on but he had went to the kitchen. He was in no mood to celebrate.

He was walking to his chambers with the food, when he bumped into something small. It felt smaller then your normal first year. He slowly looked down and saw it. The boy that haunted his dreams and had the eyes that filled him with guilt. "Why are you not at the feast Mr. Potter?"

The small child looked down at the ground breaking their eye contact. "Hagrid told me my parents died on Halloween. I don't feel right celebrating my parents death...sir."

Severus frowned at the small, raven haired boy. "You still have to eat, you're far too skinny, follow me."

The boy obeyed and the two walked quietly.

The man led the child to his office, thinking it would be better than taking the boy to his chambers. He set the food down and noticed the boy's shoulders were shaking. He bent down and saw it, cold tears trickling down a small face.

"Why are you crying child?" he said softly, shocking himself.

Harry started to rub his eyes. "No-no reason. It-it's just no one has ever been so nice to me!" Harry busted into sobs and Severus felt a pain in his heart. It was his fault, he had caused the boy to lose his parents. He wrapped his long arms around the body and pulled the boy closer. And the two cried over the loss they shared. The loss of a mother and the loss of a friend.

Severus listened to his daughter babble about the new kids in her class. She had made friends with one of them, a young boy name Harry. He had nice long silky raven black hair, and green eyes. He was beautiful in her mind. But the boy wore large hand-me-downs.

Weeks turned to months and Lilac told her father that Harry lies, and stories about how great Harry was. How much of a sweet heart he was, how he helped her study, how he made her boo-boos feel better.

At bed time she looked at him with tear filled eyes.

"Whats wrong honey? You can tell me anything, you know that, right Lilac?" He ruffled the girl's long soft brown hair.

"Daddy, Harry lies to the classroom, Harry lies everyday at school, Harry lies to the teachers as he tries to cover every bruise."

Severus just brushed it off.

He heard his daughter pray, "God bless my Mom and my Dad, and my new friend, Harry, oh, I know he needs you bad!"

He couldn't keep the boy off of his mind. What if it was ture? He knew what he had to do.

Monday he walked Lilac to school, the teacher was crying. Worry filled his chest, he prayed he wasn't too late.

Lilac looked up to him, "Daddy why is everyone crying?"

Tears filled his eyes, he had failed Lily, he had promised to keep her son safe and he failed. He pulled his daughter into a hug. "Harry doesn't lie to the classroom, Harry doesn't lie everyday at school, Harry doesn't lies to the teachers, he lives in in heaven."

His daughter broke into sobs, "Why daddy, why did Harry lie?!"

Severus let the tears roll down his face. "I don't know, sweetie."

Years later Severus got a delayed letter, it had been from Lily. As he read, he started to cry, Harry had been his son, Lilac's younger brother. He burned the letter not allowing his daughter see it, not wanting to break her heart.

The next day the two laid lilies on the small grave with the name Harry Potter, a son, a hero, and a poor child that died too soon.

As they left, Lilac whispered, "I hope you are happy with your parents, you never have to lie again."

It all started Harry's 6th year, he started to take meds and dying his hair. He spent his time doing crazy things.  But it never worked. They never saw Harry, they saw Harry Potter the boy to live.

Even now as he's going aginst a crazy dark lord who has years of magical knowlage on him, he was just a kid. He was so thin, like the walking dead. He had tried it all, to make them see HIM. But everyone wanted a hero, and inside Harry was dying.

He didn't want to be invisible, he didn't want to be alone. Summer after summer he returned to his hell. Every start of the school year he tried to call for help but they where so quiet. They only saw a mask. Cuts after cuts, cries after cries, and colors after colors, nothing worked.

Sometimes when he was alone and no one was around he would pretend. Pretend that he had a warm, happy home to come home to. A mum that had kissed the pain away, a dad that told him to stand up for himself. Parents that loved him. If he dreamt about it long enough it was so almost real. He just wanted one person to see him for him.

A year later, a month after the death of Voldmort.

A man was looking out at the lake from Hogwarts and noticed something floating.

Rushing to the lake, he found a horrble sight. In the lake laid a dead, cold body, arms laid peaceful on its chest, eyes closed, scars covered the body.

The dark, black hair floated on the water, a knife in the heart.

He brought the boy out of the water holding back tears.

Harry Potter was dead, and he had failed.

Harry kept a dark secret, he never told anyone the truth.The truth was he didn't have a great life like they believed, his uncle was abusive, his aunt was neglectful and his cousin was a bully.

But that was his darkest secret, the only one he had ever told his secret to was his best friend, a boy would had helped him his whole life, he had always been with him, since he was a little baby he remember the boy's voice. The boy helped him with everything. Harry's inhumanly bright eyes where unseeing. They had been badly damaged form the killing curse leaving him blind. But the boy always took care of him, he led him, he was his eyes.

When he first discovered he was a wizard, he promised to keep the fact he was blind a secret, his friend had told him there wasn't many blind wizards and others would look down on him. The boy explained the four houses and explained what they where. He also explained that he should tell no one about him, because no one could see, feel, or hear him but harry, Harry was a good boy and he always followed what the boy said, after all he never hurt him. His friend forced the sorting hat put him in gryffindor. His friend taught him a spell to make writing turn to braille and how to turn braille into writing. Harry kept a black notebook he filled it with many things. His friend became jealous of Ron and Hermione when he became friends with them. He even hurt harry if he stayed with them too long. His friend wanted to make sure harry knew that no matter what he was his and no one would come between them

Ever. Harry loved the boy, he had always been there for him. Even now being 16 he obeyed the 20 year old. The man was stronger then him but unknown to harry, the man had been keeping him in the darkness, teaching him dark magic, that the man owned him, mind heart and soul. Tom after all was his master. But harry would do anything for him