A/N: Harry Potter has had a shitty life. Annoyed with how little control he has of his own fate. He has decided enough is enough. With the inheritance under his belt, Harry Potter will be a whole new man…Dark! Very Evil! Unreasonable! Wahaha
Warning: NC 18 (possibly)
Pairing: Harry/OMC (probably slash)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters belong to J.K Rowling. I am not making any money out of this (as if anyone would buy it). Anything else I suppose belongs to various people cramming ideas into my head from all their stories. Oh and Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyers. Sobs uncontrollably.
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"…" - speech
Of Necromancy and Forbidden Arts
Chapter One – Fate's Bitch
Harry Potter's Point of View
Fate is a bitch. Harry decided.
If his life was anything to go by, he was sure Fate had him on a very tight leash.
Since coming back to this hellhole 'A la Dursley', his beloved uncle threw several pages of chores at his feet and demanded they be finished that very weekend (or else). He was sure Dobby would orgasm with envy.
Do house elves orgasm?
It was bloody long. Paint the fence, weed the grass, mow the lawn, clean the car, cook meals, etc. With age restriction on his magic over the summer, he'd be spending every waking moment doing that damn list.
As if he couldn't be any more of a slave. Hell…that wasn't the end of it.
His uncle, for the gigantic whale that he is, has decided with a 'spur of genius moment' to board his door with so many locks his room is probably safer than a Gringotts vault.
How bloody absurd.
Lying awake on his slightly smelly bed, staring at the peeling paint on his ceiling, Harry couldn't remember why he was contemplating how many ways he could 'off' himself and spite Petunia at the same time. Her favorite kitchen knife suddenly became his favorite as well.
Sighing in defeat 'This wasn't part of the plan' he thought to himself.
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FLASHBACK
Hidden away in a dark corner of the restricted section under an invisible cloak, sat a small human with black unruly hair. Every night it sat there, unmoving undisturbed.
Unsurprisingly that little human was none other than Harry Potter.
What was he doing in the restricted section at such a late hour you say?
Reading about forbidden arts of course! How silly of you to ask.
Emerald eyes glowing with excitement and joy. Harry gave undivided attention to the book currently clutched between nimble fingers lovingly.
He was most fortunate stumbling across this very book. Headmaster Dumbledore once tried to find it and rid its presence from his school. Like having a mind of its own...it hid from view never to be found. Waiting. Biding its time. To meet someone worthy. Curious and strong willed enough to hold it, and not fall into the dark magic it housed.
Harry Potter...was such a person it appears. Stumbling his way through the dark arts section, not looking where he went. Kicking an expensive looking book in surprise. Picking it up he read 'Necromancy - The World Beyond' by 'Her Royal Darkness - Queen Gwendolyn'
Why is Harry in the restricted section?
Funny story that.
It was a month ago that Harry found himself surrounded by his closest friends lounging about in the Gryffindor common room by Ron, Hermoine and Ginny.
Harry sat on a one-man couch staring out at the clouds without a care to the world. Lost in his thought.
Ron trying to finish a potion's essay due tomorrow morning, while at the same time attempting to steal Hermione's finished one lying not a few centimeters away. And failing miserably at being unnoticed.
Hermoine sat perched on an overly large chair reading through 'Hogwarts: A History' twirling her wand in one hand, every now and then smacking a stray finger inching towards her finished homework without looking up from the pages.
Ginny…he thought to himself with a shudder. Ginny was writing something Harry didn't bother to ask. And every now and then she would glance up to stare at him. Eyes filled with unnamed emotion.
Harry didn't recognize what emotion it held. He really didn't want to find out. Really really didn't.
Even when he was away in 'la la land', he noticed her stares. It gave him the creeps.
Afraid of ever being at the wrong end of another 'love potion' incident. Harry vowed to find some sort of protection against them or at least girls with unhealthy obsession with the-boy-who-lived-with-many-titles-and-hyphens.
So...he found himself wandering aimlessly in the library, without much success might he add, to finding suitable spell books to ward off unwelcomed advances. So…with a determined mind and a silent apology to Dumbledore.
Harry Potter broke the rules…and wandered down into the restricted section.
Nervous and apprehensive. But yet, curious and strong willed.
The perfect candidate.
And that was where Harry Potter felt he literally stumbled and picked up a piece of his destiny.
In the form of a book.
END FLASHBACK
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Rolling his eyes at that memory, Harry remembered the spells Flitwick taught him when he went to ask the petite Charm's professor complaining all the while about too many books in his bag and how heavy it was. The professor, busy as he was, taught Harry the transfera charm allowing books after books to copy itself into one single compact and light weight diary.
Harry had made use of that very interesting charm many times. In the restricted section of course. There was hardly any books from there he didn't own a copy of.
But now…now it was locked under the cupboard under the stairs. His previous room. Under so many locks and bolts he couldn't even see the actual door itself.
Sighing in defeat. Harry Potter fluffed up his yellowish pillow and went to sleep. Wishing for once he had more chores to do…just so he wouldn't mourn at his locked up prized possession.
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Well...
While Harry Potter slept on...dreaming about the endless possibilities his new book could bring. Or about Petunia's favorite kitchen knife.
He has forgotten one very important detail. Or should he say one very important day of his life. A day so important. That everyone in Britain knew about it.
In approximately 20 seconds and counting…
10...
Harry Potter would reach the age of maturity, 17. A number revered by the Magical Word as one that foretold a child's coming of age and magical maturity. A time where the sons and daughters shall inherit their family's traits and inheritance, magical creatures and all…
3...
2...
1...
'Dong' the grandfather clock Harry Potter finished cleaning an hour ago strikes twelve signaling midnight.
Too late Harry Potter…
You should have been prepared. After all…the Potter clan was as ancient and noble, if not much more so, than the House of Black.
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In the smallest bedroom on Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey. A dark and foreboding shadow exploded from within the cupboard under the stairs seeping through cracks and corners into the room where the-boy-who-lived laid unconscious to the world. Cocooning and caressing his body like a lost love. Leaving in its wake trails of beautiful patterns on the creamy white skin.
As soon as it came…it was gone, leaving the young man asleep peacefully on his bed…
All was calm and normal once again in the Dursley's household. Not a trace of darkness or shadows in the overly clean house.
Seconds pass, the boy suddenly snapped open his bright glowing green eyes. Arching his back off the bed mouths opened wide. And with one last thought before pain consume the boy completely
'Shit'
And let loose…and unholy scream.
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There we have it. The first ever chapter of my first ever story. Short as hell but well that's all I got so far. Maybe a longer chapter to come.
Peace out aha.
Yes there's been some changes to the future characters. - -
Author didn't know what he was thinking doing a Step Up crossover. Wouldn't have worked anyways.
Just had the inspiration for it.
Wahaha
Oh and Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyers. Sobs uncontrollably.