DZ2's 'Prodigal Son' Challenge

Plot: Voldemort has returned and the world is plunged into a war: however, the one facing the worst trial is Harry as, with the Dark Lord's return, someone else returned. Someone who, for all intents and purposes, is supposed to be dead: as if that's not bad enough, Harry's gone from being the Saviour to the Spare and all because of one truth: he never was the Boy-Who-Lived: his brother/sister is.

Rules: Grey, Dark or Evil Harry (DARK WITH SOME TENDENCIES BORDERING ON EVIL)

The story MUST start in the graveyard or in the Battle at the Ministry (GRAVEYARD)

At some point in either confrontation, Harry MUST be about to die, but he's saved by the reappearance of Lily, James and a third unknown who is revealed to be his brother/sister

At first, Harry denies it's them and has NO memory of his sibling (he was just a baby, remember?)

In revealing themselves, Lily and James explain that they've been training Harry's brother/sister and he's been a 'decoy' against the Dark

Because of everything he's gone through, Harry's understandably angry, but chooses to go one of three directions: he either: forgives his family and agrees to help his sibling, abandons Lily and James and chooses to try and leave the war between the Light and Dark or seeks revenge on his 'family' for abandoning him at any cost (A COMBO ABANDONING THE FAMILY & REVENGE, ALL THE ANGER HES TAMPED DOWN OVER FOURTEEN YEARS AND HIS FAMILY REAPPEARS LIKE EVERYTHING IS FINE? OH NO, ANYONE WOULD LOSE THEIR SHITE)

Sirius MUST be on Harry's side no matter what

At least ONE ally of Lily and James' must have known they were alive OTHER THAN the Headmaster, who knew already (THE LONGBOTTOMS. NEARLY EVERY FIC HAS THE POTTERS AND LONGBOTTOMS AS COMRADES-IN-ARMS SO EVEN WITH FRANK AND ALICE IN ST. MUNGOS NEVILLES GRAN WOULD BE IN THE LOOP SINCE SHE WAS MATRIACH OF THE FAMILY & A VULTURE OF A WOMAN)

If Harry chooses to abandon/seek revenge on his family, James MUST hit him, leaving a mark Harry becomes proud of

Whichever year the story starts in, the brother/sister MUST come to Hogwarts in the September of the New Year(4TH SO THE SIBLING WOULD APPEAR IN 5TH)

All pairings are welcome

Guidelines: Super/OP Harry Accepted (OP)

Dark-Lord Harry (ACCEPTED)

Master-of-Death Harry (ACCEPTED)

The brother/sister has the real Power the Dark Lord knows not

Whatever power the brother/sister has, Harry discovers he has it/an opposite of it

Severus becomes Harry's ally (POSSIBLY)

In choosing to seek revenge, Harry leaves the Potter Family for another (e.g. Sirius) (ACCEPTED)

In choosing revenge, Harry seeks to join Tom (NOT A CHANCE IN HELL BUT TOMMY BOY WILL HAVE A KEY ROLE)

To help him and/or his family, Harry builds his own 'Order' to stand with him (MAYBE BUT THAT FAMILY ISN'T POTTER BLOOD)

Harry never WAS Lily and James' son, which made it easy to use him as the decoy (NO)

Slash (NO)

Harems (MAYBE)

Harry/Multi (MAYBE)

Harry's friends and allies abandon him for the real hero of magic (CERTAIN ONES YES, OTHERS NOT SO MUCH)

Somehow, Harry discovers/acquires an Old Legacy to help in his destiny (ACCEPTED)

Harry runs away from home in the summer after their return (ITS A GIVEN)

Forbidden:

Boy-Who-Lived Harry

Lily and James dead

Harry remembering his sibling

Sirius against Harry

Whatever path Harry embarks on, he cannot change later

Dark/Evil-Harry: James accepting Harry's defection

Dumbledore ignorant to the Plan to use Harry as a decoy

Harry struggled to breath against the bindings trapping him against the tomb stone. Cedrics dead body lay only feet away and he was sick. The boy had done everything to help him and what was his reward? Getting cut down by an AK sent by a Death Eater. Even as Pettigrew prattled on emerald eyes, once described as shining brighter than the actual gem stone itself, were a dark and acidc color. The rat bastards prattling was grinding his gears to the last nerve til he saw the cauldron before him begin to boil.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son. Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe." Each time a new element was announced it was added to the boiling cauldron, first a dirt stained bone and then Pettigrew actually severed his hand at the wrist despite the pain glaringly obvious on his face. Even as his blood was taken by force Harrys acidic hate filled glare did not leave the mousy man. Even as the masked Death Eaters were summoned after the monsterous baby thing was plopped into the cauldron and rebirthed Voldemort to the physicsl realm Harrys gaze only kept darkening til his eyes were practically pitch black.

As Voldemort undid the bindings with a flick of his wand after making a silver hand to go on Peters stump wrist there was a stirring in the air. What the stirring was he couldn't say but it was familiar and not in a good way. The mocking, prodding and his forcing of the duel with the young Potter would see the prophecy fulfilled at last. Almost fourteen years of being a wraith and now he could rid of the nuisance himself.

*a short while later (bitch if you want to but the duel is canon and I don't really feel like typing it out when we all know the song and dance routine)*

Just as what looked like the fatal spell was about to hit him Harry saw his life flash before his eyes for what was probably the hundredth time that year. Ok it was an exaggeration but with his shitty life passing in a blink playing everything at the speed of light, the bad massively outweighing the good, he barely caught the flash of golden light that encompassed him.

Voldemort felt his anger rise to monumental levels seeing three figures powering the golden shield protecting the Potter boy. "KILL THEM ALL!" The order was barked with such a venom he saw several of his Death Eaters flinch at the acidity before launching into action. His anger rose farther seeing his forces crippled and restrained systematically in a matter of minutes, some had fled but most were not so lucky. They would pay for their gross incompetence to do one simple thing! Knowing when to pick his battles, and feeling the anti-apparition wards fail, he made a tactical retreat.

"I think he ran mom."

"Of course he did princess. You are the one who vanquished him last time after all."

Harrys eyes snapped over with a mixture of rage and suspicion. Two people, a man and woman who looked like his parents, were talking to a girl maybe around his age. She was pretty cute in his opinion with long red hair containing black strands in the undertones, toffee brown eyes and a nice tan. The fact she was pretty well developed in the butt and chest, not to mention her athletic frame with all the right curves that screamed quidditch Chaser, was not lost on him either. "Who the hell are you lot?" he asked leaning against a mausoleum to regain his balance. Spotting Pettigrew making a run for it he uttered the first spell to come to mind. The sharp wave of magic bisected the man at the waist, the two pieces falling to the ground.

Peter cried out even as he tried to quite literally pull himself together. It was all for naught though. Less than a minute later he was gone, the size of the wound combined with the arteries severed and his internal organs dropping out of his chest cavity ensured he was bound to die.

The older man grimaced darkly and said something to the woman quietly. The Death Eaters were going to be turned in for trials and sentencing, not to be killed. The boy should havs gotten that much by their actions. Perhaps he was a bit slow? He said something else to the woman before turning to address the young man properly. "You know, a parent would be upset that their oldest child doesn't recognize them" he began.

"James and Lily Potter died Halloween 1981. My parents are dead and I don't care why you've charmed yourself to look like them but just get out of my way. I have a friend and fellow champion to bury." Harrys voice was harsh as he knelt down slowly to retrieve Cedrics corpse. Despite being dead weight, pun not intended in any way at all, Cedric wasn't too heavy he noticed. Then again he also chalked it up to the adrenaline pumping through his veins like a lorry. "I said get out of my way. You want to incite a panic by looking like the dead go ahead but I am too tired, aching and pissed off to tolerate your dragon shite" he hissed with narrowed eyes.

"You will show us respect young man!" the woman snapped. "I didn't spend nineteen hours in labor at St. Mungos for you to treat us like-"

Harry used his shoulder bashing the older couple and girl out of his way. "You're delusional lady and I don't have time for delusional nuisances. I can barely keep myself fron killing that horse faced muggle bitch and her whale pair son & husband. Your problems are your own so keep me out of them and leave me alone! Is everyone in England this stupid?! Or do I need to tattoo it on my forehead for everyone to get the point!" he snapped glaring over his shoulder.

The woman froze. "Horse faced muggle bitch? You mean... Petunia don't you?" she asked.

Harry stopped three feet from the Tri-Wizard cup. The question struck him the wrong way. "Why would I be talking about a flower? Flowers aren't people" he said snarkily.

"Petunia Dursley. Formerly Petunia Evans" the woman said taking a step toward Harry only to find his wand aimed square at her chest with a black colored spell being held back at the tip. This caused her to stop dead on the spot.

"How do you know that name?" It was a demand and there was no mistaking it.

"Mom and dad know everything big brother." The girl turned to look at Harry and had hurt shining in her eyes. How did he not remember her? Yes they were infants back then but all the pictures showed Harry being a model big brother to her. Playing with her, sleeping with her when they napped, sharing his toys with her and even socking another infant boy with his chubby hand when he made her cry by stealing her teddy when a bunch of Heirs and Heiresses had a group playdate.

"I don't have a sibling. My parents are corpses in the ground at Godrics Hollow cemetary. Tell me how you know the name Petunia Dursley. Now."

"The plan worked according to Professor Dumbledores design if you actually believe that." The man scowled darkly crossing his arms across his chest. "October 31st, 1981 Voldemort attacked our home at Godrics Hollow over a prophecy spoken to Professor Dumbledore. It concerned a child born to those who defied him three times born as the month of July closed. This left three choices: Neville Longbottom, you" here the man inclined a finger to point at Harry "or your sister Jasmine. Voldemort tried to end us all but failed. Jasmine used a forn of accidental magic never seen since the Hogwarts Founders and incinerated the bastards body. Such magic has its consequences and it collapsed half the house. Knowing the scale of magic would be felt from afar we had to put the Professors..."

Harry stopped listening as every bit clicked into place. "Then what was I? If shes your precious monster slayer than what am I?" he asked, his hand trembling just barely.

"A decoy. Its always an older brothers job to protect his siblings, particularly his younger sisters. While the Dark elements assumed you rid of Voldemort we began to train Jas-"

The ground blew up in front of the man sending him onto his ass. "A decoy..." Harry let out an unnerving laugh as he saw the couple look at him warily. "Voldemort tries to kill me my first year here at Hogwarts. He was possessing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Quirrell is dead because of it." He took a step forward and closed his eyes. "Second year I nearly died to a basilisk fang being driven through my arm. Voldemort again but this time it was a young Voldemort. A piece of his youth trapped in a diary that possessed a student and freed the beast on the school. It was only luck no one got killed but only petrified."

The couple and teen shared a dark concerned look. They hadn't heard any of this when Professor Dumbledore told them of Harrys progress. Professor Dumedore would always say that Harry waa learning at an acceptable rate for the average wizard.

"Last year me and my whale cousin nearly got KISSED by Dementors! In Little Whinging!" Venom laced Harrys words. "Not to mention this fiasco where I was ONCE AGAIN made Public Undesirable Number One. Nearly killed by a Dragon. Nearly drowned in the Black Lake by Grindelows, the Giant Squid and Merlin knows what else because I don't!" Another salvo sailed out out knocking all three onto their backs. "And just when I'm about to nearly die at Voldemorts hands AGAIN you three show up? You can all go fuck yourselves six ways to Sunday. While princess over there was pampered do you have any idea what I went through here in magical bullshit land and the muggle world? Hell!"

Jasmines eyes welled at the venom being tossed at them. She hadn't asked for this to happen. She didn't ask to be chosen special over her older brother. She didn't ask for any of it! "I didn't-"

"Shut up! I want to hear even less from you than I do them!" Harry snarled at the girl. Unbeknownst to him his eyes flashed entirely black with a gold slit pupil as obsidian magic formed around him in the terrifying image of a creature thought to be the darkest of legends, a Khaashan. "You got taken care of! Loved! I got starved, beaten for the smallest offense or no reason at all! I got smeared as a no good crminal, a liar, a thief!" The image of the Khaashan snarled as its wings flared. "The son of a whore and a good for nothing drunk. I didn't know my own name til I was forced to attend primary school! It was always 'BOY DO THIS' or 'IF YOU DON'T DO EVERYTHING ON THE LIST FREAK YOU'LL REGRET BEING BORN'! You have NO RIGHT to even speak to me!"

The man noticed how quickly things were spiralling out control and shot off a spell of his wifes making. It was similar in nature to a Cheering Charm but this was supposed to calm down an angry person. His eyes went tea saucer wide as the magical image clinging to Harry like a shroud ate the spell and spit it out against a tomb stone like it left a bad taste in its mouth. "Harry listen to me! Its all for the Greater Good of the country!"

"BY SACRIFICING YOUR SON AS A SPARE PART? FUCK YOU! I HAVE NO PARENTS OR SISTER!"

The woman pulled her daughter in close as she saw the tears fall. This wasn't how the meeting was supposed to go. Harry was supposed to be overjoyed they were alive. He was supposed to be happy they could be a family again. Professor Dumbledore said Harry was a kind soul who was beyond forgiving and that he was certain to forgive them. The sound of flesh meeting flesh broke her out of her thoughts. James was standing before Harry with an arm off to one side and blood dripping off his ring.

"Professor Snape was right about you Potter." Harry had a dark smile on his lips as he spit blood from his mouth and felt his cheek. There was a gouged cut into the flesh, an off kilter inverted crucifix. "Get bent Potter and leave my life alone. I survived thirteen years without you, your bitch wife and perfect little princess of a daughter when you abandoned me like rubbish on the curb. I don't need any of you now."

"You won't survive without us Son."

Harrys dark smile turned into an almost evil smirk. "I always liked the darkness of night over brightness of day. I'll take my chances, and my life, with Voldemort & his followers into my own hands. Not like your family cared before anyways." Before anyone could get in another word he kicked up the cup and grabbed it, the sensation of falling down a drain encompassing him as he kept a hold of Cedrics body and the cup.

The last thing, well person was more correct, Severus Snape expected to find knocking at his door was on Harry James Potter. Beaten, bloody and with an air of darkness around him that was unnerving but the boy was there. "What do you want Potter?" he asked with a drawling sneer.

"A permanent scarring agent or appliable permanent scarring potion. You're a former Death Eater or so claimed by the great headmaster" Harry shot back with acidic sarcasm. "I want this" he pointed to the mark on his cheek which was still bleeding but less so now "to be a permanent scar and I know you have the agents or the supplies to make the potion."

"Give me one good reason."

"James and Lily Potter are still alive. This mark is the doing of James Potter and for once I have to genuinely agree with you. James Potter is a no good, asshole of a bully. Professor Dumbledore allegedly told them about a prophecy told to him. I don't know how much so don't ask me. He concocted a plan where I was left behind in the wreckage with what I could only guess was body doubles of James and Lily. My apparent younger sister Jasmine is allegedly the one to dispose of the Dark Tosser, not me, but they were fine to abandon me" Harry sneered clenching his fisrs. "That bitch, her husband and brat will pay for the hell I have been forced to suffer."

Severus was leery of Harrys words til a look in his mind showed the memory to him and his blood went ice cold. "Come in, quickly" he ordered. The moment the door slammed an ominous bell began to ring striking a primal cord of fear in eveey inhabitant of the castle but the two men in the Potions masters office.