Depth of a Soul

By CyanSan

Warning: Slash, Foul-Language, Tiny-bit-of-angst, Sarcasm, Cynicism, Darkish Harry.

Rating:18+(Note for Sensitive or Young Eyes)

Pairings: Undecided. Possible Main Pairings;

HP/Severus Snape?, HP/Voldemort(Aka Tom Marvolo Riddle)?, OR HP/Severus Snape/Voldemort?

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership on the Harry Potter series. All rights, and acknowledgements from the story from this chapter go to the Great Goddess of writing J.K Rowling except what comes from my own devious mind.

Chapter 3: Shift in Demeanor.

(Harry's P.O.V)

Harry shot right up as he awoke, his breathing harsh and labored as pain shot through his chest and mind.

Memories of yesterday's hazy revelation flooded his brain, bringing with it oblivated memories of catching Dumbledore plotting against him, catching Ron and Hermione being paid to befriend, influence, and spy on him, and Dumbledore's little plot to get to the rest of the Potter vaults by planning to drug him with love potions to get him to marry Ginny. Memories of visiting Gringotts burst through his brain where he received his multiple lordships, and the reveal of the thefts from his trust fund. Memories of how he was drugged with loyalty, mind altering and personality altering potions sprang into his mind.

Harry clutched his head as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rein in his magic that was rippling angrily just beneath his skin wanting to be chaotically unleashed upon the traitorous lying betrayers of the supposed light side.

He took in a deep breath as he pushed the anger behind his fragile damaged mind shields, thankfully succeeding in making his magic remain passive.

He let out his breath as he remade and reinforced his almost completely broken mind shields, angrily remembering how Dumbles had forcefully broken through his mind shields then oblivated him afterwards just because he needed his soul link to Voldemort to be continuously open to the bastard so he could receive 'visions' from him involuntarily.

Gritting his teeth before he shock himself forcefully of the anger to focus on fixing the damage done to his mind.

Surprisingly, he quickly found himself in a meditative trance. Moments into the trace, Harry found himself in his mindscape.

Harry's mindscape was not at all surprisingly in the form of a maze-like great library with his love for knowledge. A love which was potioned and influenced out of him sense attendance by the bossy bitch and gluttonous traitor on Bumbles orders. A great liberty that was currently in ruins at the damage caused to it by Dumblewhore with not only shattering his shields, but with his multitude of potions he's doused him and obliviates Dumblebore's inflicted on him.

Harry's anger threatened to bubble up again, but he forcefully swallowed it to focus on his task of repairing his mind and mindscape.

Harry with slight ease thoughly repaired, and sorted the book shaped memories into their rightful places on the sturdy ebony shelves of the tall bookcases, gaining a few extra memories he had lost and details to others that he once missed. Reinforcing his shields to maximum and adding more traps to those who enter or try to enter his mindscape without his permission, and a nasty surprise for any who would try to shatter his shields or influence his mind.

He left his mindscape as quickly as he entered it.

Harry opened his eyes and took a look around his surroundings in a room which he supposed was Snape's living quarters, a small smile on his lips as he figured Snape had healed him rather than taking him to the mind controlled puppet of Bumblebutt's to be just patched up.

Pulling off his useless glasses and disengaging the glamour that Dumbledore had placed upon him to look more like his father when the bastard had placed him with the Dursley's so he would be abused and easily controlled.

Harry swallowed harshly, and clutched his throat as he felt a burning pain as well as an overwhelming dryness attack it.

'Well this is new,' Harry thought dryly as he fought with himself not to claw out his own throat to relieve himself of the burning painful itchiness that thoroughly filled his throat.

As he tried to stand to get some water to relieve his parchedness he doubled over onto the thick blood red rug on the floor as an intense hunger shocked through his whole being making his stomach clench in agony worse than the Cruciatus Curse inflicted by Lord Moldy himself ever was.

Harry knows hunger, but this overtook any hunger he ever was prey to at the Dursley's, his eyes widened as he bit down on his lips to distract himself from the pain, only succeeding in puncturing them rather than distract himself from the all-encompassing hunger he feels.

'I don't remember my teeth ever being sharp enough to puncture skin' Harry thought slightly alarmed at the change. He swiftly conjured a mirror and froze at the sight of himself.

He had overgone a few changes since he last removed the glamour.

Harry's once chin length messy black hair had grown falling like soft ravens feathers to just past his shoulder blades, and his skin became a shade paler to an almost marble or porcelain like white. He looked to have grown a lot coming up to about maybe six feet two inches with more strong, more defined muscles than previous.

Harry's eyes were shaped sharper and more intimidating, and his once grass green eyes glowed the color he was so famed after surviving.

The shape of his face became sharper, angular, and more aristocratic as his high cheekbones jut out more, his jaw narrower ending in a pointed chin, nose more straight, eyebrows more perfectly shaped and curved, and thin pale pink lips curved into an almost natural smirk.

He watched fascinated as two beads of blood welled from the wound as he withdrew his teeth, making his stomach growl at the sight. Opening his mouth he inspected the perfectly straight white teeth that now included two elongated canines.

He quickly put two and two together as he could only hypothesize why he was now feeling what he was feeling and why he was seeing what he was seeing.

A possible reason that he could think of as to why he was feeling this overwhelming hunger, why he was feeling his throat being more painfully itchy than he was used to, why he was seeing his canines more elongated than before, and why he was seeing some changes to his appearance that wasn't there before.

'I'm a bloody blood-sucker aren't I,' Harry mused unsure how he was supposed to feel about this new predicament he found himself in. He, however unsure he was about it, knew that he wasn't going to allow the Stupistry, Bumbles, and the Dark Wanker to catch wind of his new found tastes.

He banished the mirror, and stretched slightly as he thought he should probably set out to find his dark savior. As he was just about to get up to find Snape he froze like a deer in head lights as he was suddenly overwhelmed by an intoxicating scent that called out to his blood.

End Chapter 3. Posted 5/8/2016. Edited 5/8/2016 2:51 A.M