Title: A Strange Year

Ch 1: The Belittling

Disclaimer: Don't own.

(A/N. Will only be two chapters in the form of three. Hope you enjoy.)

Summary: Harry Potter was thrown out onto the streets at age 5 and was found by a nice man named Tom Riddle. At age 8, he found a toddler tied in a trash bag and soon found out why. She was a vampire and so he picked her up and took her with him.

-McGonagall POV-

I scanned the crowd of first years looking for Mr. Potter to be sure he was here as his letter said. However, I did not see him but did not fret since many had there heads down. I led the first years down, ready for the sorting to begin. Finally, I was to Mr. Potter's name. It would not be on the list if he had not been on the Hogwart's express. Beside it though said 'and vampire guest'. I frowned but called, "Potter, Harry."

-Harry POV-

I walked forward carrying my sister, as I liked to call her. I sat down then sat on the stool to be sorted and she climbed on my lap. After talking to the sorting hat I ended up asking him for a place where my little sister would most likely not be hurt or cause problems. I ended up in Slytherin just as I had hoped as Tom had told me wonderful things about it when I visited him. I sat down next to a Malfoy, his name I would find out later. My little sister fell asleep in my lap waiting for the feast to begin.

"Mr. Potter, will you please wait in the Great Hall. I would like to speak with you," said Professor Dumbledore.

"Yes Sir," I answered. After dinner was almost over, I woke my little sister up and whispered in her ear. She smiled, nodded, then climbed out of my lap. I stood up and picked her back up. "Do not attack her or you WILL regret it," I spoke clearly. "Kira," she looked up and latched her legs around my waist, "Drink." She sunk her fangs into my neck and drank her fill. I saw everyone staring at us or at me like I was crazy for letting her. She licked her lips, then rested her head against my chest and went back to sleep.

"I believe dinner is done, Mr. Potter, will you please follow me," said Dumbledore.

I smiled and nodded, pleased with the little performance we had just played and the response to it. I followed the Headmaster knowing he wanted to know everything. He led us up to his office with the Head of Houses following. When the Headmaster said the password and the gargoyle steps led us upward, Kira popped her head up at the noise. "Shh!" I whispered. She nodded and I sat her down. She took my hand as we walked into the office. The Headmaster conjured up seven chairs and again I smiled. "Only six are needed." He looked at me for a moment before disappearing the extra chair. Introductions were given around and I introduced the two of us. "Down to it Headmaster?"

"Yes my boy," he answered.

"My so-called family disowned me at five. I'm rather glad myself. At eight I found Kira tied in a trash bag. She was only two at the time. I figured out that she was a vampire shortly after and gave her some of my blood. She's only ever drunk from me and will continue to do so until I die. She is my little sister as well just as much my daughter and I will protect her with my life as she will do for me." She nodded in my lap at that. "She will not attack any student here. The only problem you'll have with her," I said smirking, "is that she is firmly attached to my lap or shoulders at all times."

"So I have your word that she will harm no one?"

"Yes, but every vampire does not like to be insulted and that is one thing she will not stand for as well as an insult against me. I can hold her off, but if that happens, I do ask to be able to leave the classroom."

"You have permission as seeing she will be accompanying you to class."

"Thank you sir." She climbed out of my lap and we both stood and bowed to them.

"Professor Snape will lead you to your common room." We nodded and followed Snape out the door. He led us to the common room and gave us the password but not before telling us that the password was not to be given to anyone not of our house. We both nodded and went in, him following us. He gave everyone a speech, then turned on his heel and stalked out. It fitted him. I followed the boys down the staircase to end up in a tower with long hallways with doors down both sides. Kira squeezed my hand and I looked down at her.

"How did we go down and reach up without orbing or jumping?"

"It defies logic but this is magic so who knows." She pointed to a door so I walked up to it and read the nameplates. 'Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Kira Potter.' were written on them. "I believe this is our room then." I opened the door and we went in followed by the others. I smiled again when there were six beds. She started laughing and went and climbed on the bed with my trunk at the foot. The others all looked at her like she was crazy then back at me. "Professor Dumbledore can try to separate us but it's not going to work."

"What do you mean," asked one of them.

"She is always firmly attached to my lap or shoulders for the most part, or on something that belongs to me or us." He nodded and turned back to his bed to start unpacking. "Don't be shy in front of her. She doesn't care and if she does she'll leave." All of a sudden she shot herself forward and latched onto my neck.

"Aishiteru."

"Aishiteru too," I told her and kissed her on the forehead.

"What does that mean," asked Draco.

"I love you. She'll switch from one language to the next, just ignore it." I walked over to my bed still carrying her and then sat her on the bed. I bent down and grabbed some clothes from my trunk, and once I stood back up, she climbed on my shoulders and sat there as I put all my things away. When everything was done, she slid down and onto the bed. I stripped to my boxers and climbed in, and she slipped in with me and the two of us fell asleep wrapped together under the sheets.

Come morning we got up bathed, dressed, and went down to breakfast early. We were one of the few there, so we sat down and waited. As breakfast rolled around and people started coming in, I started eating as well. I talked to Draco and Blaise for a while before Kira got agitated. I turned to her knowing it was time for her to feed. She wouldn't be able to wait much longer. "Drink." Greedily, she did so. "Enough!" she growled slightly but pulled back gently and licked the wound healed. She bowed her head.

"Sorry," she whispered.

"It's okay. You're not used to waiting this long," I said just as softly, lifting her chin. "You are not in trouble. She tried to look down again. I held her chin then kissed her. She kissed back and then I let go a few seconds later. "Look at me." She did but lowered her eyes. "You are not in trouble, if anything, it is my fault." She nodded and I pulled her into a hug. She clung to me for dear life until she calmed down, then fell asleep in my lap once again. Looking around now I saw everyone staring at me. "What?" Draco stared back before answering. "You just kissed a little girl."

"Yes, but she is a vampire as well, and their morals are slightly off for humans. It's still her natural instincts and she follows them and I've had to adapt just as much as she has to human ways, I to vampire instincts and how to care for her. It was for nothin' but mere comfort to let her know that I am not angry with her."

"Why would she think you are angry with her," asked the Headmaster.

I sighed. "She is not used to waiting as long as she did to feed and when I told her enough she was still hungry but stopped."

"I do not understand. If she stopped when you told her too."

"You wouldn't. She is upset and angry with herself that I had to tell her to stop." Dumbledore was going to ask another question but I cut him off. "Sir, you are not supposed to understand her ways. I'm not askin' ya to but to merely jus' accept 'em. That's all I can ask fer. I can' really explain and either way 'tis not my place to."

"I see. Very well then. Let us continue breakfast." It did continue and schedules were passed out. I looked at mine and nodded, not to bad, from what I'd heard people complaining about.

Potions was my first class of the week and day. I could deal with that. I'd met Snape at Tom's. As breakfast was cleared away, I followed Draco and Blaise, carrying Kira as I walked. About halfway there you could practically see a fourth of the Slytherin first years going the same direction. I wondered how all of us were going to fit into the classroom plus the Gryffindor's but decided against saying anything. When we came to a hallway, half the others broke off and went in the other directions. I continued to follow Draco, figuring that at least he knew where he was going. Just as we approached the classroom Kira woke up and I let her slide to the floor. I kissed her on the forehead and told her I was proud of her before opening the door and walking in. we sat all on one side of the room waiting for the Gryffindor's and Professor Snape. The class went by interestingly with the Gryffindor's losing fifty house points and Slytherin gaining forty. I felt bad for the Longbottom boy; Snape wasn't really nice to him at all. Kira had jumped the first time he had yelled and it took me a while to get her to calm down and relax again while making sure I didn't mess my potion up.

After class was over, I made my way out the door following Draco once again. After this week I would be able to find my way around the castle or have Kira jump us if we were going to be late. I picked her up and put her on my shoulders and we spent the whole time to DADA arguing in Japanese over who would win the vampire tournament and lead for the next hundred years before we were interrupted by the teacher opening the door and telling us to enter. The class was boring, the teacher stuttered like crazy. It only got interesting toward the end when the Professor tripped over his own feet. This may have been my first year but Professor Quirrel was pathetic. I had learnt and knew a lot more on this subject than he did, it seemed, seeing as we had lived on the streets since I was five. When the bell rang, I was just as happy as she to get up and leave.

From here we had lunch. I knew how to get to the Great Hall so I decided to let Kira feed before going. I told Draco and the others to go without me and after a minute they relented when Kira growled at them. I smirked at her and she laughed. "Come 'n." She drank and we headed to lunch.

As we were leaving a red headed Gryffindor tried to pick a war of words with me, telling me I was supposed to be their savior, and that I shouldn't be with the snakes. Kira sat on my shoulders trying not to laugh at him in his face. He looked up at her and made the biggest mistake of his life.

"How can you take care of a blood sucker like her when she could attack anyone? You probably wouldn't care and would just sit there and laugh." Kira was pissed. As this idiot had ranted I had grabbed on to both of her legs keeping her on my shoulders. He continued to rant on until Kira finally broke of my shoulder and went after him. Only then did he realize that he had confronted a vampire and now an angry one. He backed up really quickly. "See, she's trying to kill me."

She was in midair about to attack him. I managed to grab ahold of her. She struggled and it took me five minutes before I could keep her still. I whispered a spell under my breath and thrust my right arm in front of her. She sunk her fangs in and drank until I almost fell from dizziness. She calmed down finally and slumped to the floor. She helped me up and we slowly started to walk to our dorm.

"Where are you going Mr. Potter?" asked the Headmaster.

She growled at him since I was barely managing to stand much less trying to speak. We continued and not one person dared to stop us. When we made it out the door she jumped us to our room. She helped me to the bed and we curled up and went to sleep after a whispered sorry from her before I lost consciousness. I woke about thirty minutes later. She was curled in my arms in a little ball and whimpering. I gently ran my hand through her hair as not to startle her but enough to wake her. She woke and clung to me. I managed to sit up against the headboard and pull her in my lap. I looked to my wrist and saw that she had healed it before I had fallen unconscious. She buried her head in my shirt. "I'm sorry, I, I didn' mean ta'."

"I know. I know ya' didn't mean ta'. It was hi' fault. I warned 'em all and 'e didn't listen."

"But, but I…"

"I know you would," I lifted her head to look at me, "never hurt me purposefully or accidentally. Even in yer state ye were still gentle in yer own way. Ye didn't hurt me except for blood loss. I don' fault ya', and I still love ye no matter what 'appened 'n there." She clung to me for dear life and just laid there hugging me for half an hour. "Ye okay now luv?" She nodded and looked up at me. "Ye aren't angry?" she asked timidly.