1 Prologue

The small body trembled softly, his hands closed his lips. Prevent free sobs. Liquid clear glides beautifully from its emerald eyes.

/ "Welcome to my residence, Harry Potter." The eyes stared blankly, a shabby book gripped tightly in his hand.

The eyes did not stop reading verse by verse, word for word contained in the book he was holding. The longer, the heart beat more pain.

/ "So, how is Harry?" Harry looked down at a shabby book in his hand. His face looks empty but his mind is raging.

The body fell down. Sitting on a dusty floor. The lips were bitten tightly holding back sobs.

/ "I chose Castelo, Dad." The figure grinned smallly. He casually stacked his right leg on his left leg.

A big question filled his head. Why does he have the heart to do this?

/ The cheerful bright blue iris trapped it. Long, wavy blonde hair, droopy eyes, a sad smile. A white knee length hugging his body.

That person will pay for it. Everything he has done. He must atone for his sins anyway.

/ "Look forward, he is yours right?" The pair of gray eyes finally turned. Trapping an emerald pair in an unfounded trap.

His heart was broken, nothing left was destroyed. Fatal mistake.

/ Smiles - his grin makes him excited about passion. But the ego is too high to look weak.

The emerald flashes hate. Revenge struck. His hand gripped a tattered book in the chest. Faintly visible writing. Diary of Lily Evans.

/ I'm that guy husband. Give me back my wife! /

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End of Prologue