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Summary: After the events in the Department of Mysteries, Voldemort abducts Harry toward the end of the summer. The results are not what he anticipates
Chapter 1: The Creation of a Monster
Written by: FullSailNate
"Welcome, Harry." Voldemort said. "Welcome to my lair. I'm pleased you could join me, even if you were a bit reluctant to accept my invitation."
In truth, fourteen of Voldemort's best Death Eaters were lost in trying to capture Harry Potter. After the fiasco in the Department of Mysteries, Harry had turned to more lethal spell-casting in his duels with the Voldemort's lackeys. Three months earlier, when Harry had broken into the Ministry, Stunners and Disarmers had been his first choice. Now, it was almost always a bone-breaking curse, or a solid reductor curse. Six members of his inner circle, including all three of the LeStranges had been killed before Harry had been overwhelmed.
"It wasn't reluctance." Harry said, his eyes burning with hatred. "If you'd come yourself, they wouldn't have had to die." He smirked coldly. "The only reason that they couldn't live was because they were rude. I declined your invitation as politely as possible. They started the fight."
"I've no doubt of that." Voldemort seemed amused by Harry's hatred. "Nevertheless, you're here now, and that was what I wanted." Voldemort's eyes glittered with anger. "Remember that, Potter. In the end, Lord Voldemort always gets what he wants. I didn't have you brought here today to die, Potter. Oh no, you're going to live a long, long life here."
Harry felt cold hearing that pronouncement. It was only a few seconds before he realized that it wasn't the statement that made him feel cold.
Dementors.
"You will, however, live that very long life without your soul." Voldemort hissed. "My bargain with the Chieftain of the Dementors hinges on my ability to feed him what he wants. Unfortunately, for you anyway, what he wants is a tortured soul. And I can't think of anyone I have tortured more than you, Harry." Voldemort's eyes danced with malice. "Your body is useful to me, so it will be cared for, however. Oh yes, Potter. You'll live a long time."
There didn't seem to be any way to respond to that. A dementor glided into the room. It was slightly larger than most of the dementors Harry had seen before. About thirteen feet tall, it was proportioned like a man rather than the normally wispy, thin creatures. Broad shoulders made it seem more like a ghostly, much thinner, cloaked version of his friend Hagrid.
The dementor approached Harry leisurely. It was in no particular hurry. Harry noticed that this particular dementor didn't make him re-live the night his parents had been murdered. Harry tried to come up with a happy thought, but remembered that he had no wand. The dementor reached down, and lifted Harry from the ground. Rather than lower its hood, the dementor brought Harry right up to the opening, and administered its lethal kiss. The creature shuddered for a moment, then placed the expressionless body back on the ground at its feet.
Voldemort was then surprised to watch the dementor lurch sideways and almost fall over. The bony, putrid hands wrapped around the beast's waist, and it doubled over. A second later, the dementor screamed. A horrifyingly loud wail resounded through the cavernous hall, and everyone who heard it covered their ears, trying to block the sound waves from destroying their sanity. The ear-piercing shriek was such a disturbing sound that many of the Death Eaters apparated away, a few so disturbed that they splinched themselves.
The beast fell to the floor, writhing in agony. The screaming continued unabated, but Voldemort could see the dementor changing. The putrid hands were healing. New muscle fibers were expanding rapidly across the rotten gaps in the skin, which was also beginning to close up as the rotting reversed itself. Bones cracked and snapped, and the creature continued to scream. The unholy sound changed slightly as lips and teeth began to re-emerge on the creatures horrid face. Though Voldemort couldn't see it, unruly black hair sprouted from the top of the vile creature's head, and glowing green eyes began to appear inside the empty sockets. Voldemort watched in horrid fascination as the robes lost their tattered appearance, replaced by elegant and perfectly tailored wizard-robes.
Finally, the creature stopped screaming and thrashing around, and laid on its back. Voldemort could see that the beast had gotten significantly shorter, and less broad across the chest.
The creature didn't move its legs or arms, but suddenly rose to its feet. Voldemort noted that it was almost exactly as tall as he was, maybe a hair shorter. He also noted with some concern that it was standing on feet.
The creature reached up with its perfect, alabaster-skinned hands, and lowered the perfectly tailored hood of its cloak. Green eyes glowed from the previously empty sockets, and the mop of unruly hair stuck wildly in every direction. The dementor had become a perfect copy of Harry Potter.
"You are a fool." The dementor said. "I asked you for a broken, tortured soul. You gave me a tortured soul, yes, but it was unbroken. It burned with a fire that I couldn't comprehend. I understand it now."
"Be that as it may, I gave you what you wanted." Voldemort said. "Now serve me, as you promised."
"No." The powerful dementor said. "I understand you, now."
"Then you are of no use to me." Voldemort sneered. He threw a killing curse.
"Pitiful" The creature said as the curse washed over it. "Your magicks are insignificant to my kind. I am Harry Potter, and I am a Dementor-Lord."
Voldemort's mind reeled. He had just elevated Harry Potter to a new level of power. Power that exceeded his own.
"I can sense you." Harry potter said. "I can feel you there," he gestured with a wave of his well manicured hands, "but also here." Harry reached down by his feet, where the body of his former-self had sat motionless. He touched the lightning-bolt scar lightly, running his finger down the length of it. A glowing, silvery fluid began to bleed from the curse scar, gathering around the dementor-lord's fingertip. The scar continued to bleed for a short time, and about an ounce of the viscous liquid had accumulated around the creatures finger.
"Give that to me, now!" Voldemort screamed.
"It is mine." The creature said. "Beautiful, is it not?" The Harry-creature brought the thick, glowing substance up to his eyes and watched it dance as he squeezed it between his fingers and rolled it with his thumb. "Also, I believe that it looks delicious. Let's find out, shall we?"
"No!" Voldemort sent a powerful curse at the creature, trying separate it from its prize, but the Harry-creature swallowed the silvery substance with an evil smirk.
Voldemort felt pain like he'd never felt before. His soul, broken as it was, was still very much alive and linked to him. Part of him had just been ripped apart by the soul-stealing power of the dementor, and he writhed on the ground, screaming in utter agony. The pain stopped after a few minutes, and Voldemort opened his eyes. The creature was standing directly over him.
"I know your soul now, wizard." The beast said. "I can feel you in other places, as well. Harry Potter wished you dead. I now wish you dead also. I will find you, piece by piece." The Harry-creature walked gracefully over to where Voldemort had set the wand that had belonged to his former body, and picked the item up. "When I find you, I will devour you. Know this to be true, and know that you cannot stop me. You tried to end Harry Potter. Know now that Harry Potter is the instrument of your utter destruction." The creature pocketed the wand and apparated away.
Voldemort lay on the ground for a while after the creature had left, contemplating his next move.
Challenge: I had this idea, but I don't know what to do with it. This is what I want. Send me an e-mail with the next chapter attached to it. Anything goes. After I accumulate a few versions of the next chapter, I will decide on the best one and post it, possibly making a few edits of my own. Complete credit will be given at the beginning of each chapter. Try and make the chapters about 1500 to 3000 words. Here are some possible guidelines: This new creature may decide that Harry Potter should stay visible as a Hogwarts student. Harry may or may not still be capable of magic. His friends may notice something odd about him. Really though, anything goes. Take my idea, run with it, and see where it gets you. Send me what you write, and I'll post the one I like best. Cheers!