Summary: Long ago, a war began between two demon clans. From this war came tears, blood, and a child. Now the remnants of one of those clans have joined forces with the most dangerous wizard alive, Lord Voldemort. Harry must fight his way through a maze of fear, hate but most importantly love. Can he be true to himself before it's too late? Or will he succumb to the mind-numbing darkness? Only one way to find out...

Disclaimer: If I owned HP would I be writing this crap? Lucien and the Portillo-Martinez family are mine; ALL MINE! MWAHAHA!... Okay, I'm done now...

Warnings: This story contains yaoi. Meaning there's some hot M/M action in here somewhere. If you have a problem with this...I do NOT care! My suggestion to those who do is this: Go take your homophobic ass to the nearest bar, drink yourself silly, and then promptly jump into your crappy ass car and drive off a bridge. Do the world a big favor. You have been warned...

Criticisms are welcome, flames are not!

Written pre-OotP. And no, I did not pick out the name of this fic after I heard the title of the 6th book.

This means a character is either speaking Spanish or thinking to themselves

Lucien couldn't move. His brain had gone numb. It wasn't until the knife clattered to the floor that he remembered to breath. The force of the large gasp of air made him crash to his knees. All he could do was stare at Abuela, who was still giving him a
pensive look.

This was not happening. Abuela did not just throw a knife at his head. This was all some sick joke. He brought his eyes to focus on the knife as if verifying its existence.

"What in the seven hells was that all about?!" He didn't know if he was shouting at Abuela or the offending object now lying helpless on the floor. "You could have killed me!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you hurt?"

He stopped to think for a moment. "Well... no," he answered, not knowing he had changed to English. "But what made you think I wouldn't be? I could have been sliced in half!"

Abuela rolled her eyes in exasperation and made a move towards the boy. He flinched and almost scooted backward, but long conditioning taught him to obey. However, all she did was lightly wrap her hand around his arm. He was then picked up and plopped down onto the reading nook, just outside the kitchen in the foyer.

Abuela disappeared for a moment and came back with an yellowish envelope. When she handed it to Lucien, he noticed it was sealed with maroon wax. The design was a dragon in the shape of a rose.

He stared at it until his Abuela said, "That was given to me almost 16 years ago."

He looked at her sharply.

"Oh, yes, you heard me right." She gave him a wry look. "I had just come home from a nice, long vacation to Mexico. So imagine my surprise when a strange young man, covered in blood was at my door begging for sanctuary. He handed me a baby boy wrapped in a blanket of fine maroon silk. He was the one that told me that if the child ever showed any type of supernatural ability before his 20th birthday that Iwas to give this to him." She looked pointedly at the envelope.

He stared at it again, at a loss for words and jumped when she finally yelled, "Read it already! I've been waiting 16 years to see what it said! The suspense is killing me!"

With trembling hands he sliced open the beautiful seal. A tingle ran through his body but he ignored it, shaking it off as excitement. He upended the contents into his hand and was somewhat disappointed when all that fell out was a simple sheet of lined paper, much unlike the thick, rich paper of its shell. The paper could be found in any store.
He unfolded it and read in trepidation.

Dear Lucien,

I am your mother, and if you are reading this, then I am dead. I know , it's such a typical way to start out a letter like this, but I can't think of anything better. I can only pray that this letter has reached you safely, that your family loves you, and that you are happy.

I am saddened to say, I cannot explain everything to you. Although I would like to tell you in detail everything I have been through in the last year, you are too young, and the situations of your birth are too great. You simply are not ready.

What I can tell you is that your father is not normal. Though he is most likely dead as well, he was born into something far more powerful and dangerous than I could every imagine. I don't think I STILL grasp all of what's going on.

No doubt you have noticed that you are special. That you can do things ordinary people can only dream of. You, my darling baby boy, are a wizard. At least in part. You could not have opened the seal if you were not.

Along with this letter you should have gotten a bag.


Lucien looked at Abuela just as she held up a small maroon pouch. Silently he set it in his lap and opened it with one hand. His other still clutching the letter.

Inside he found a locket and a medium-sized leather-bound book. He brought the locket to his face and saw that on one side was a Jesus fish and on the other was a simple cross. He tried to open the book but couldn't. Perplexed he returned to the letter.

The locket is a mixture of two necklaces that belonged to both your father and myself. The cross was his and the fish was mine. If you open it, you will find a picture of us from when we were on our first "date." I'm looking at it now, actually, and it brings a warmth to my heart. We were so happy then.

No doubt you are wondering how to open the book or even what it is. It is a diary of my life. Some things were omitted for your safety of course but we think it is better that way. Along with my writings, there are some of my sketches and poems. They always made your father smile. I hope that you treasure them. To open the book you must use the locket. It becomes the key.

There is so much more I wish to tell you, but time is short, and the sky grows dark. I know that They will find us soon. And I'll be damned if I let Them harm a hair on your head


Here, the hand writing started to become erratic, as if the author's hand were shaking. Tiny wet patches adorned the paper. Lucien noticed they were tears as his own joined them.


I am ruffling your hair right now. You're hungry. I should feed you.
I love you, my wonderful child. Please be safe.
D.


He looked up from the letter and gazed into his Abuela's eyes. But her face was blurry. He wiped away the tears with his sleeve then looked at her again. She was smiling a sad smile as she held her arms out for him. He jumped into them without even thinking. All he knew was that he wanted - no needed to be held. The letter and book clattered to the floor while the locket's chain was still wrapped firmly in his fingers.

Lucien didn't know how long they had stayed like that until they heard a crash from the direction of the living room. He quickly wiped any excess tears from his face just as Angel walked in carrying Rosa in his arms. Once she saw Lucien she shot out from his grasp and bound toward the long-haired boy, hugging him fiercely.

"Guess what, big brother," she exclaimed, her eyes were round with fascination. "There's a giant in the living room!"

Lucien raised an eyebrow questioningly at Angel who was bending down to pick up the letter and book. The younger teen handed them back to him with a shrug.

"This man showed up on the door step just as we got home. He said he has a letter for you."

Lucien's blood ran cold. Oh, Goddess, please, not another one. It was then that he noticed Abuela was gone.

He put Rosa, who huffed in indignation, on the ground and quickly stuffed his new-found precious possessions into the maroon bag. He stopped as he was about to put the locket away. Instead he brought the chain over his head. It hung so that the locket itself pressed reassuringly against his chest, so close to his heart. He jumped up, and just when he was about to walk back through the kitchen doors, he noticed two sets of eyes on his back. He swirled around and gave them his usual goofy grin.

"Well let's hope I'm not getting sued!" And with that he was gone. Leaving two very confused siblings in his wake.

By the time Lucien got to the door to the living room, Catalina was already serving tea to a... well the only proper word he could think of to describe the man was gigante. Everything about him was large. His hands, beard, coat, even the strange pick umbrella he had clutched in his hand. The other hand was politely taking one of their infinitely smaller teacups from Catalina. His scruffy beard was littered with crumbs from one of the cookies Lucien had made the night before. He was taking up the entire couch on the left side of the wall while the family surrounded him on the others.

Everyone turned as Lucien stepped through the threshold. He grinned a shaky grin and made his way across the grand room. The gigante stood with a friendly grin. Or at least Lucien thought it was friendly from the way his eyes scrunched. He was able to stand fully erect on account of the ceiling being ridiculously high.

"'Ello. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys of Hogwarts and professor of Care of Magical Creatures at yer service. Everyone calls me Hagrid." He said as he held out his hand. "Yeh must be Lucien."

Lucien took his hand, which covered his completely, and stared dazedly at him."Er...si," he said then shook his head as if a fly was nearby. "I mean, yes. Yes, I am. I'm sorry, but I was told you had a letter for me..."
"Oh, too righ'" said the gigante - Hagrid with another smile. He reached into his big coat and pulled out a think envelope. He handed it to him in almost reverence then grinned again apologetically. "Yeh see, yer were s'posed to get it a lot sooner, years 'go in fact. But thing haven't been goin' about as ordered 'round our parts."

Lucien smiled absentmindedly to show his understanding then turned his attention to this newest letter. The paper of the envelope was very similar to the one from his mother. He almost teared up again but he didn't want everyone there to see. He turned it over and saw a seal on this one as well. It was purple wax in the design some sort of crest; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

With surprisingly steady hands, he opened it and read aloud.

Dear Mr. Portillo-Martinez,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Howarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term Begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Head Mistress



The room was silent for all of two seconds until, Eduardo let out a loud, “SAY WHAT?!

Lucien felt like he was going to faint. He looked from the letter to Hagrid then back to the letter again. For the second time in a very short while he felt as if his life had been turned completely upside down. He unknowingly started swaying on his feet as the -Hogwarts, was it?- letter fell from his hands. Tiny fireflies were dancing in front of his eyes. Luckily, Angel and Angie caught him before he could fall, and helped him to a large comfy chair. While Papi and Mamasita shooed everyone from the living room, Lucien put his hands to his head, and took a few deep breaths. The twins were about to argue being pushed out, when Papi gave them "The Look." They practically ran upstairs.

"Are you alrigh'," asked Hagrid in his heavily accented voice as Mamasita ran calming circles on his back with her palm. Both seemed to keep him steady to where he could finally speak.

"Please tell me your joking." His voice sounded foreign, even to him. It was rough and harsh, without light.

"You know he's not," she said, almost stern. She stuck the letter and envelope under his nose along with his bag... His mother's bag. "This is your destiny."

He took the items from her and stared at them for a few seconds. Again the room was silent. Even Hagrid seemed to know something was up, as he started fidgeting on the couch. He jumped, nearly breaking it, when Lucien suddenly addressed him.

"I don't know any magic. You said I should have gotten this letter years ago, so I'm assuming I'll be behind in my classes."

"Ye'll have a tutor," Hagrid answered seeming to feel more at ease. "Brigh'est young witch at Hogwarts, if yeh ask me."

"Where exactly is this school," asked Mamasita. "Will there me a long commute? My husband and I work a lot so we don't have time to drive a long way in the morning." She gave her son an apologetic look.

He was very surprised that she had accepted this so soon. Both his parents in fact. They're the most skeptical people he knows. He decided to push that aside for later, when he heard Hagrid's answer.

"Well, yeh see, he won' 'xactly have to commute..." Hagrid had suddenly started looking very uncomfortable and he began fidgeting again.

Papi raised an eyebrow. See? Skeptical. "So, he can take the bus or walk. Is it within city limits?"

"Not 'xactly." He almost withered under the glares he was receiving. He took a deep breath and continued quickly. "Hogwarts is somewhere in the area of England" A pause. "And so's his tutor. That's why I had to come personally. Dumbledoor, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, wants Lucien here to start trainin' righ' away. He needs to come back with me."

"I beg your pardon?" Mamasita started in, loud and threateningly, when Abuela interrupted her.

"Then, I guess jou should go pack, eh, Diablo?"

"But, Abuela-"

"Don't you 'but Abuela' me, now go." Her reply was sharp and firm. Something that gives no room for argument.

Lucien quickly gathered his things and half-ran up the steps. He knew he was acting childish but he was confused, pissed, but most of all he was scared. He didn't want to leave his family. His siblings were probably the only friends he had. Sure he had people he knew and hung out with, but they were just acquaintances at best. He had never been away from home more than a month or so for Summer camp, and even then he missed everyone so much it hurt.

When he got to his room he had to stop himself from slamming the door. Suddenly he was attacked by a mass of brown hair.

"Guys, get off!" He yelled, pushing everyone. He didn't mean to push as hard as he did. Rosa fell back and started crying. He sighed and scooped her up, whispering reassuring nothings into her ear. His room was filled to capacity with his 7 brothers and 4 sisters. He barely had room to bounce Rosa in his arms.

"We won't let them take you away," shouted Pedro. "We just won't!" Tears started to well up in his eyes.

"You guys were listening?" The mass of hair bobbed up and down. &"So you decided to plan a sneak attack up in my room?" Again the brown sea moved.

Lucien sighed and moved through them all to sit down on his bed only to find the cat, Vene and the dog, Cura stretched out on it. He let out a high pitched whistle and they immediately bounded to the other side of the room. He plopped himself down on the bed, gently put his possessions on the dresser, and set Rosa on his knee so she was facing him. She only scooted closer and burrowed her face in his chest.

"Were are familia, si?" He looked at everyone to make sure they all answered in the affirmative. "And what is familia?" He looked at Rosa this time.

"Something that can't be cut, burned, or broken." Her usual petite voice was muffled by his shirt. To which her tiny hands were clutching tightly.

"That's right," he said smiling as he started smoothing her hair. "And no matter where I am. That bond of famillia will always be there. Whether I'm in England or Zimbabwe, you guys will always be in my heart."

Angel sighed and stood up from the bean bag he was sharing with Angie. "Well then, I guess we might as well help you pack. You have a long trip ahead of you."

A/N Please tell me what you think! I like hearing from people. If I mess up on the Spanish at all, or if anyone has any ideas, just reply.