Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Summary : After a figth with his uncle, Harry enter his subconscious and acidently unleashes his magical essense causing him to change into a more powerful being. Their will be alot of R rated stuff in this story, lot of blood, dark themes and sexual situations (hehe Situations meaning a few sex scenes)
Author's Note: First Fan Fiction EVER, don't be to harsh, R&R
He was a young man.
His jet-black hair wiped in the wind from the open window, his messy lochs covering the memory of his parent's un-timely death.
His green eyes hidden behind glasses, once deep with fun, love and life now looked dead, angry.
He sat with people he loathed, hated, yet he was forced to every year.
He longed for a life without the pain he was used to suffering, to be with people he loved, to live life with out the burden of saving a hidden race.
Harry Potter sat at the back of a car, staring at the world beyond, jealous of what he can't have. In the car was his family, and yet they hated everything about him. Next to him was his cousin, Dudley, same age but he was considerable larger, he was trying to sit as far away as possible from Harry, but his piggish backside made this extremely difficult. Ahead of him was his Aunt, who would squeak when ever Harry moved, or made a tiny sound. And then in the driving seat, his Uncle, his face had become beet red and every so often he would mumble single words like 'freak' and 'abnormality'. Harry was stuck in a car with people who hated his very existence, and he lost the people who he held close.
Harry was of course the-boy-who-lived and everyone that got a little closer than acquaintance would be marked by the most powerful dark-wizard alive. Harry Potter was a wizard, and if this seemed a little weird, Harry was abnormal to his own kind; he was sought after, as the ultimate trophy by Voldemort.
Harry's 'track record' was no where near normal, In his first year he fought a three headed dog, a troll, a giant chess set and a teacher who just happened to have Voldemort on the back of his head.
His first year was somewhat a 'tea party' compared to his second year; he fought a army of giant flesh eating spiders, re-grew every bone in his arm, learned he had a very special gift that only dark wizards had, spent a few months being avoided by the whole school, turned into a complete idiot and strode into the Slytherin common room to have a little chat with his school rival. Then when he found out his sisters bests friend was in trouble, he went down to the Chamber to where she had been taken and killed a giant snake that would kill you if it looked you in the eyes, with Godric Gryffindor's sword, then destroyed a dairy that had used Ginny's life essence to make a younger copy of Voldemort, all the while being scraped, scratched bruised and nearly killed by painful poison.
'Fun, fun, fun'
Then onto his third year, started of with a good old flash back to the worst day of his life, hearing his Mother and Father's last words and blood wrenching screams, he then found out he was being targeted by the man that helped Voldemort get to his Mother and Father. At the end of the year Harry then found out that his godfather was not out to kill him, and someone else killed his parents , a rat of a man, Peter Pettigrew, the weasel that lead to his Parent's deaths. Well he escaped, ran back to the Dark Lord, while Harry yet again fought a deadly Professor Remus Werewolf and had a healthy struggle for his soul.
'Just another day'
Fourth year well was normal, normal for Harry Potter. He was put into a wizarding contest that really should be for people years ahead of him, his best friend abandoned him. Then he had to fight a deadly dragon, a bunch of merpeople to save his closest from apparent death, and then suffered through a maze of the deadliest monsters they could throw at him, his reward; witnessing a murder, watching Voldemort's resurrection, and a friendly to-the-death duel against an unbeatable enemy.
Then last year, every one thought he was absolutely loony, mental, and insane, avoiding him, pointing. He then had to deal with an impossible teacher, who loathed the sight of him. Well after that, he witnessed a lot of things through Voldemort's eyes which isn't a walk in the park, he then watched his Godfather die. Then he learnt of the Prophetic truth that Dumbledore withheld for so long. To kill, or to be killed
While Harry pondered of the pain of his life, his suffering, the Dursleys had already arrived home, and stumbled away from the car, running into the house.
Harry sat there looking older, dead to the world, sick of its torments.
'Why should I suffer for those that torment my very sole with fake promises? He was supposed to be safe, yet danger followed him. He was sick of playing the hero, sick of doing what right, sick of his makeshift family, and his supposed friends. They made a bold stand at the station, but something deep inside Harry told him that he was nothing but their weapon. It was time Harry made his on choices; it was time for him to take charge.
'BOY, GET IN HERE' brought Harry back together, his mind but not his heart.
Slowly he exited the car and dragged his trunk inside, to the living room to meet a very angry Uncle.
The look on Uncle Vernon's face was murderous, a large vein throbbing on his forehead, and his hands trebled with anger.
'HOW DARE YOU AND YOUR KIND THREATEN ME? ' Uncle Vernon yelled, not caring if neighbours, or people in another country could hear him.
Dudley and Aunt Petunia sat on the sofa behind, with a very pleased grin, they new he was going to get it.
'I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!! Uncle Vernon barked as his fist rose ready to strike.
Harry's heart was beating very fast, he has had enough as well, the burden of life was becoming all consuming.
Harry braced him self, to take a blow, but still stared unblinkingly in to his uncles bulging eyes; he was a Gryffindor at heart. Harry snorted at the thought, all this time he could have been a Slytherin, and yet the world now commends his bravery and honour.
'YOU UNGRATEFULL LITTLE BASTARD' he yelled spitting on Harry as he spoke.
Grabbing for his wand he was about to point it at his uncle, when his uncle struck, fist driving into the side of Harry's face. Harry could see stars as he flew head first in to the wall behind him. His wand loosely fell to the ground. Uncle Vernon walked over to where Harry lay clutching at his head. Instead of kicking him or lifting him up to strike another blow, he grabbed Harry's wand. With one quick movement, his wand was useless, snapped.
'Not a big man now, are you?' Dudley mocked 'no fancy stick to save your self'.
All the Dursleys begun to laugh at the quivering skinny boy, defeated at last.
'My wand....' Harry whispered.
'What no witty comeback? No dirty remark?' Uncle Vernon sneered, and another round of laughs followed.
'My wand….' Harry repeated, almost unnoticeable.
'Where are your filthy friends now, aye?' Uncle laughed 'I thought they would come and save you'.
Harry did not answer his voice unable to work. His face was beginning to pale.
'Or you nasty good-for-nothing Mum and Dad?' He hissed his voice full of venom.
'Or your lonely scum of a Godfather, useless pile…..' he started of strong then faltered as Harry started to shake.
'What are you doing boy?' Vernon demanded.
Harry didn't answer; the world was getting dizzy, and he was starting to find it hard to breath.
Vernon looked as though he was torn between anger and fear, what type of 'abnormal' acts were the boy about to perform.
'Get out of my house boy, and never come back' his uncle barked.
Harry started to sway on his feet; he felt vomit readying to pounce, and then Harry lost conciseness.
The black swirled around Harry as he drifted further and further into his subconscious, light seemed to fade from his vision, until he was in complete blackness.
Slowly his mind drifted to reaccustom itself to the state of peace that he felt. It almost as though he was finally alone, finally away from lies and deceit. Although it was a false sense of bliss, it still comforted him; he had found a safe haven. He was safe in his own mind, peaceful.
He could not feel anger, jealousy, hate, and sadly love here. But if he thought about it he had no one to love anymore, no one to fight for. He had nothing to fight for but revenge, but does it matter in the end? Whether he got revenge?
Harry remained in this endless space of darkness for a long time. He was absentmindedly drifting through nothingness not thinking of anything in particular.
The time had finally come for her long awaited revenge; the stupid fat muggle had finally done the worst thing he could do, said the worst thing he could possibly say. The idiot of a muggle had finally broken the ward that had held her Lord back for so long.
She felt the mark burn, her master was obviously happy; she could feel the extent in how badly her mark stung. There could be no room for failure this time; they would die if they fail to bring the boy back.
She imagined the place were she needed to go and with a sharp crack she apparated into the garden of her target. Moment later she heard other cracks coming from fellow death eaters, they all had a big part to play, but none more than Bellatrix. Many people had been assigned to the task of getting Potter, she was lucky enough to one of those people. And to top it off, it was her job to portkey the boy.
'She would enjoy this so much, perhaps she could persuade the Dark Lord to leave the boy alone with her before he killed him' she thought with glee 'she would love to brake the boy, maybe relieve her certain craving for blood?'
With all their parts carefully planned they begun to slowly approach the house. Some looked full of excited, while other's feared death. But many who dared look at Bellatrix they could see she was in complete ecstasy.
Bellatrix silently whispered an unlocking charm, and slowly made her way through the door, expecting a battle to rival the ones that she had taken apart of during a few weeks ago. Disappointment washed over her as she saw an unconscious, possibly dead form of Harry Potter, but as she took a few more silent steps she was happy to see that at least there would be torture today.
'Muggles oh what joy' she yelled with glee.
The filthy muggle looked shock to see a deranged, murderous women in there 'perfectly normal' house.
'I really am a crazy bitch' she thought.
The fat muggle that was standing shook out of his original shock and begun to yell at her 'WHO ARE YOU? GET OUT OF MY BLOODY HOUSE.'
'A muggle with a backbone, she was going to really enjoy herself today'
A though struck her as she saw the whale on the sofa giving her an appreciated once-over. Bellatrix always though of herself as rather comely and she always seemed cherished by the male population.
'Why I am Harry's girlfriend of course' she screamed, as a manic glint formed in her eyes.
'Lucky Bastard' she heard the whale mumble, which caused a glare from the skinny little muggle women.
'She could break her so easily, if time permitted, with her own hands'.
The little muggle noticed that she was being stared and, slightly hid behind her son.
'Easy'
'So where is my Little-Harry' she squealed, sending visual shivers through the three muggles.
They seem to hesitate as they pointed at the obvious still form of her 'boyfriend'.
'What's wrong with him' she shrieked as loudly as she possible could.
'He sort of fainted after we snapped his stick thingy' mumbled the standing plump muggle; he was already losing his confidence.
'Pity she rather like obstacles'.
As though the heavens heard her call, outside she heard a crack that she registered distinctively as apparition, followed by several more loud cracks.
She could now hear a full-fledged battle presenting itself, although she was tempted to fight, she knew they would probably loose.
The muggles started to look fear-full as the shrieks of falling death-eaters sounded from outside.
'Damn'
She moved towards the limp form of the-boy-who-lived, the muggle that stood started to whimper as she got closer.
Closing the space between them, Bellatrix grabbed hold of the boy's wrist.
'He's so skinny'
Behind her she heard the door she came through blast open, to reveal an angry looking Albus Dumbledore. He took one look at Bellatrix and a motionless Harry on the floor, before raising his wand.
'Oh shit'
'What are you doing, Lestrange' Albus voice boomed, filling Bellatrix with extreme fear 'why do you come here'.
'I am taking Potter to my master' she slightly chuckled to herself, it was very obvious.
Dumbledore's anger seemed to turn to hate, as he was told of her intentions.
'I forbid it you will not take my weapon away' Dumbledore barked, moments later he realised what he had just said.
Bellatrix just froze, if Bellatrix was used as a weapon, and nothing else she would have left being a Death-Eater long ago. Sure she may be punished with pain, they all were, but what the got in return was so much better. Playing god, she could feed her hunger for pain of others, she could kill. But the boy, so it seemed was miserable, she saw no reward for him.
'He is you weapon?' she queried.
The old man seemed to realise that no harm could be done, the boy could not hear what is said.
'Yes my weapon, he will kill, then die' Albus answered 'no loss, he was just an orphan, he has no love. Thanks to you Bellatrix, the death of Sirius is turning him into what I want, an emotionless warrior'.
Bellatrix was stunned beyond belief, but as she slowly gained control over herself, she reached down with her hands, to Dumbledore it looked as though she was going to surrender and grasped her belt buckle.
Bellatrix looked up and glared at the heartless man and said 'and you think we're evil?'
Dumbledore's brows furrowed as the kneeling Bellatrix Lestrange disappeared, taking Harry Potter with him.
As Harry floated he begun to hear the sound of a river flowing, it was rather peaceful. As he focused on the sound, the once black abyss turned into a forest full of tall trees and thick roots. The ground was covered in bright colours of brown, red, yellow and green; colours of the fallen leaves.
It was Beautiful.
After a few minutes of watching the birds flutter through the swaying brunches Harry decided he should start moving. But which way should he go? All the possible paths looked similar to him, he couldn't make heads or tails of which way was north, or which way is the sound of a rushing river coming from.
Bellatrix felt the familiar feal of a soft tug behind her navel, as she travelled with the portkey. She was still holding Harry's wrist as she flew through the flowing colours and howling wind.
Eventually Bellatrix felt cold hard stone as she slammed into the ground. She slowly stood up, and rubbed her sore elbows in which she had fell on.
She listened intently for any sign of life in the corridors of this decomposing dungeon. The sound of shuffling feet and low voices confirmed that she was where she was supposed to be.
Bellatrix used her wand to levitate the unconscious Harry into the shackles against the stone wall. With another flick of her wand the shackled clamped shut and locked.
Slowly a smile appeared on her face, she had done it, and she would hopefully get a reward for her kidnapping.
Bellatrix waited as the voices grew louder as they came closer. She heard the large click as the large bolt on the door unlocked. Five or six fellow Death-Eaters hurried into the room, and bowed low patiently waiting for their master to enter. Bellatrix her self bowed as the hooded figure entered the room; the only thing that she could see under the hood was a pair of glowing red eyes dancing with glee.
'Bella, you have done well' the figure said.
'Happy, happy, happy'
'Thank you master' Bellatrix's already wide grin grew.
Her master looked at her for a few moments before changing his attention to the shackled boy.
'Well he doesn't look to healthy' said her master.
He was right, the boy did look bad. The boy was a little to skinny, his face skull like, and a sickly purple bruise covered his left cheek. His cloths were rages, three sizes to large for his small body, covered in rips and holes. He already looked like he had spent weeks being tortured.
'Someone wake him!!' Voldemort ordered, not turning to look at his loyal subjects.
Slowly a hooded figure moved forward, drawing his wand.
'Ennervate' said hooded death-eater.
Harry was closing in on the river, he could hear the sound more clearly now, it was not muffled by the trees and hills. He hiked through the small forest, taking extreme care not to trip on the thick roots.
Finally he came into a clearing.
'Ennervate' the death eater repeated.
Several of the hooded figures looked confused, why was he not waking.
'Was he dead?' was the unanswered question that the all held in their heads.
'Check his pulse' one of the death-eaters ordered.
Slowly the death-eater placed two fingers to the boy's neck.
'No' the answered the death-eater 'he is still alive'.
'Someone else try'
'Wow'
The river was like a normal river in ways, like it was long and narrow. But this river was peculiar; instead of water it had a thick clear substance.
Harry knew it was stupid to put his hand in an unknown substance, but eventually curiosity got the better of him.
Carefully he reached for the surface and dipped his hand into the clear substance. It seemed to do nothing, not even part or disrupt, but he could feal a gentle tingle to his skin.
'Odd'
'Lestrange, your turn'
Bellatrix watched he husband strut through the confused death eaters, and past his agitated Lord.
'My husband is so bloody egotistical'
Rodolphus drew his wand and touched it to the skin of the boy, as though he was about to cast a spell.
Something caught Harry's eye as he made his followed the rivers path; it seemed to be some sort of plug in the middle of the clear river. He seemed drawn to the copper stopper. The river was safe, so he quickly jumped into the crystal-clear aqueous and waded over to the plug.
Carefully he reached for the stopper, finding it surprisingly light. He begun to lift, but the moment it was an inch off the ground it disappeared through the crystal-clear liquid.
Harry didn't even have time to wonder, before he was enveloped with such pain, that he remembered no beginning to the continuous agony.
Bellatrix could feel something growing, she did not know what but she felt power. Slowly she looked around to see if anyone could sense the evolving, but the all seemed too ignorant. Though she noticed that her master's brow was furrowed, he must sense it to.
She looked to her husband to see it he felt it to, but he was to busy muttering some useless spell under his breath, trying to revive the boy. Suddenly the boys hand started to twitch, and then shake, which travelled through into his hand with begun to shake violently. The shaking soon travelled up his arm, to shoulder, head and chest, until his whole body was thrashing about.
Rodolphus turned his head to boast his apparent accomplishment, but everyone eyes were now on his wand, which was giving of a faint glow. And it happened in a flash, Bellatrix's Husbands entire body burst into fire, ash and dust.
'Oh well'