The Potter Factor
by Amora
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or any affiliates of the name. All rights reserved.
A/N:
This is going to be in Harry's p.o.v for most of the story.
There will be unusual pairings in this story. (Err.. no bestiality or whatever the fuck that's called. Some people are pretty sick. PURELY human lol)
No slash. Even though being gay is probably the norm now considering the recent laws and such, as a heterosexual male, the images of men having sex with other men just doesn't do it for me. If you want to read about Harry fucking the greasy disgusting piece of shit potions master, go read another story.
Chapter 1: Ambush at Number 4
Left. Left. Right. Duck. Roll. Right. No I'm not playing Dance Dance Revolution or whatever that game is called that my fat cousin plays in a futile attempt to lose weight. I'm simply trying to avoid getting killed. However, the bright lights and flashing colors do remind me a bit of a disco club. Left. Down. Duck behind large rock.
"Give up Potter! We have you surrounded!"
Humph. This was definitely not the way I wanted to spend the summer that I turn 16. Instead of the huge parties, new cars, and all around good times, I'm stuck with these morons that are hellbent on my death.
CRACK!
Damnit! The rock I hid behind is now cleanly cleaved in half and those wanna-be clan members are advancing on me again. As I see it now, I have two choices. I can either pull out my wand and fight back and get expelled from school and thrown to Azkaban to rot or surrender here without a fight and die. Hmmm, tough choice.
That's the story of my life where life or death situations are the norm. Of course it wasn't always this way. Life was so much more simpler a few years ago. But maybe I should start at the beginning.
My name is Harry Potter. As far as I can remember, I've lived with my Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and cousin Dudley. Although they weren't the nicest relatives, they were all that I had. Ignoring the daily beatings and mental trauma, I did get food a few times a month and a place to stay in the closet under the stairs. All I was responsible for was cooking, cleaning, wash dishes, mowing the lawn, painting the house, gardening, laundry, and answering my relatives' every whim. I even had the honor of being Dudley's human punching bag. Gosh I was lucky. Life couldn't get any better.
Looking back, I realized how good I had it. No Death Eaters. No what's-his-face-that-can't-be-named. And most of all, no Dumbledores and prophesies to fuck with my life. Ahh yes, how I wish I could turn back time. No, not back to Halloween 1981. But back to my 11th birthday. I'd decline every last letter they sent me. Oh well. No time for introspection now. I ducked as another cruciatus missed my head by mere centimeters.
3 hooded figures were approaching me from the left. "Crucio!" "Stupefy!" More curses went flying overhead as I did a last second roll to avoid them. Approaching what would be my last stand, I hid behind a huge oak tree as a last act of defiance.
"Give it up Potter! There is no escape!" I could easily hear them approaching. Readying myself for what I would later consider utter stupidity and sheer luck, I stepped out from behind the tree and faced my first adversary. I could tell that he was about to utter another curse, but I didn't let him. I gouged his eyes out with two fingers.
"Ahhh! Damn you Potter! I'll rip you apart for this!" he screamed in pain as I removed my fingers from his eye sockets and grabbed the wand he dropped. If it wasn't for the faint tingling of magical residue on the wand, I would have thought it to be an ordinary stick. Definitely not compatible with me. The other Death Eaters were now seeking revenge for their comrade.
Ignoring the screams and obscenities, I quickly start trying out my newly acquired stick. "Expelliarmus!" Nothing happened. "Petrificus Totalus!" Again nothing. Panicking I tried a number of others. "Stupefy! Protego! Diffindo!" Nothing worked! I could hear the other Death Eaters laughing under their masks at my abject failure.
"Haha!" One of them laughed. "Look at that! Potter the muggle!" They all cracked up again at my expense. I was getting beyond pissed. Surveying the situation, I could tell that it would be pretty hopeless unless I tried something drastic. Two of them were standing within 10 meters of me and another was back in the corner of the yard.
Acting on instinct, I snapped the wand I had in half and threw it at the two Death Eaters closest to me and charged. Distracted, they had no time to raise their wands to curse me before I tackled the left one to the ground. I punched the prone figure twice before jumping away. As luck would have it, the other Death Eater shot a stunner where I had been moments before. Instead of hitting me, he had stunned his comrade.
Not allowing him to rectify his mistake, I promptly kicked the extended wand out of his hand. Engaging the now unarmed Death Eater in mortal kombat, it quickly showed where most pureblood wizard's skills were lacking. While they could easily whip me with one arm in a purely magical duel, they had no chance without their precious wands. Fighting Dudley's gang over the years had helped me tremendously in street fights. I daresay the poor sap was looking lost as I gave him a jab, cross, then left round to the head to knock him out.
In my triumph, I had completely forgotten the figure lurking in the shadows. Did I hear right or was it clapping? Turning around, I immediately verified that it was indeed clapping I heard. The obscured figure walked into the light slowly and the clapping ceased.
'Oh shit' I thought. There was no way to get out of this one that I could see. The figure was easily 30 meters away and I could never get over there without getting cursed. Furthermore, I was standing in the middle of the street with nowhere to hide behind.
"Well done Harry. I expected no less after what you did at the Ministry of Magic last year." The figure said. My eyes widened at the feminine voice. It was so familiar, yet unrecognizable. Her voice was sweet and inviting. Like honey yet with an undertone of deadly poison mixed into it. Seducing the unsuspecting like the Sirens calling Odysseus to his doom.
Shaking myself out of the almost veela induced state I was in, finally found my voice. "Who are you?" I demanded. Hopefully, my voice didn't quaver as much as the rest of me did. I was nervous for some unexplained reason.
"You've forgotten me so soon?" She said in here alluring voice. "After all we've been through at the Department of Mysteries?" I was again drawn inexplicably to the voice, but the mention of the previous year's fiasco broke my stupor. My eyes narrowed immediately. There was only one person this could be. Taunting me for my mistakes and using them against me.
As the figure slowly removed her mask, raven black hair fell loose and cascaded down her lithe shoulders. The mask fell way to delicate defined features that were almost exotic to behold. Her ruby red lips curved up in a sensuous smirk. As the last of the mask was removed, I felt my breathing stop. I was completely mesmerized by the most gorgeous cerulean eyes I have ever seen. Eyes that are so alluring and unbelievably inviting. Yet also so deadly. Standing in front of me was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. Her smirk grew as she saw my reaction to her.
"Hello again Harry. Like what you see, love?"
I was completely nonplussed by her words. What the hell was she playing at?
"Come here Harry. Let me show you what you've been missing for the past 16 years. The experience of a full grown woman..."
"Bella" I hissed. To my surprise and the surprise of my seducer/executioner, it wasn't English that came out of my mouth. Hell, it wasn't any recognizable dialect to anyone except two unique individuals. That is if you didn't count the millions of reptiles that could understand. I had just spoken in snake tongue.
Her eyes widened in surprise for only a second, but it was enough for me to shake myself out of this trance I was in. It seems that my brain finally processed exactly whom I was speaking with. It was Bellatrix Lestrange the Death Eater. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And also the murderer of my beloved godfather. A single tear ran down my cheek at the thought of Sirius.
"You!" I snarled. "How dare you show up here!" I got in a fighting position but knew it was futile. Bella was not only gorgeous but also extremely powerful. She could curse me to hell and back without breaking a sweat. Her smirk returned full force.
"Why Harry, it almost sounds like you don't want to see me. Why don't you just be-" she suddenly stopped and crutched her forearm. A second later she recovered but didn't continue with her verbal jab.
"What did what's-his-face want this time?" I asked knowing where she gripped her arm was the mark. She didn't respond except to cock her head to one side and appraised me up and down.
"Unfortunately, something has come up." She said grudgingly. "But don't worry love, we'll finish this some other time." With that she apparated away to where I can only assume to be Voldemort's stronghold. It took some time for me to shake off the shock that I was actually alive and well. Well not well. I would have emotional trauma for months after this episode. How could I have been so susceptible to Bella? I froze. When did I start referring to her as Bella? It was absurd!
Well I am human, I reasoned to myself. Any straight male would be attracted to her without question. As today was the day I reached the age of consent, it was even more ludicrous to think about. 'Well, happy birthday to me!' I thought sarcastically. Grudgingly, I trudged into number 4 still not quite believing I was still alive and kicking.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This story is inspired by the fics Power of Darkness and War of the Dark. Both are awesome reads and are what introduced me to the Harry/Bella pairing. Hope to see more fics of this genre in the future.
by Amora
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or any affiliates of the name. All rights reserved.
A/N:
This is going to be in Harry's p.o.v for most of the story.
There will be unusual pairings in this story. (Err.. no bestiality or whatever the fuck that's called. Some people are pretty sick. PURELY human lol)
No slash. Even though being gay is probably the norm now considering the recent laws and such, as a heterosexual male, the images of men having sex with other men just doesn't do it for me. If you want to read about Harry fucking the greasy disgusting piece of shit potions master, go read another story.
Chapter 1: Ambush at Number 4
Left. Left. Right. Duck. Roll. Right. No I'm not playing Dance Dance Revolution or whatever that game is called that my fat cousin plays in a futile attempt to lose weight. I'm simply trying to avoid getting killed. However, the bright lights and flashing colors do remind me a bit of a disco club. Left. Down. Duck behind large rock.
"Give up Potter! We have you surrounded!"
Humph. This was definitely not the way I wanted to spend the summer that I turn 16. Instead of the huge parties, new cars, and all around good times, I'm stuck with these morons that are hellbent on my death.
CRACK!
Damnit! The rock I hid behind is now cleanly cleaved in half and those wanna-be clan members are advancing on me again. As I see it now, I have two choices. I can either pull out my wand and fight back and get expelled from school and thrown to Azkaban to rot or surrender here without a fight and die. Hmmm, tough choice.
That's the story of my life where life or death situations are the norm. Of course it wasn't always this way. Life was so much more simpler a few years ago. But maybe I should start at the beginning.
My name is Harry Potter. As far as I can remember, I've lived with my Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and cousin Dudley. Although they weren't the nicest relatives, they were all that I had. Ignoring the daily beatings and mental trauma, I did get food a few times a month and a place to stay in the closet under the stairs. All I was responsible for was cooking, cleaning, wash dishes, mowing the lawn, painting the house, gardening, laundry, and answering my relatives' every whim. I even had the honor of being Dudley's human punching bag. Gosh I was lucky. Life couldn't get any better.
Looking back, I realized how good I had it. No Death Eaters. No what's-his-face-that-can't-be-named. And most of all, no Dumbledores and prophesies to fuck with my life. Ahh yes, how I wish I could turn back time. No, not back to Halloween 1981. But back to my 11th birthday. I'd decline every last letter they sent me. Oh well. No time for introspection now. I ducked as another cruciatus missed my head by mere centimeters.
3 hooded figures were approaching me from the left. "Crucio!" "Stupefy!" More curses went flying overhead as I did a last second roll to avoid them. Approaching what would be my last stand, I hid behind a huge oak tree as a last act of defiance.
"Give it up Potter! There is no escape!" I could easily hear them approaching. Readying myself for what I would later consider utter stupidity and sheer luck, I stepped out from behind the tree and faced my first adversary. I could tell that he was about to utter another curse, but I didn't let him. I gouged his eyes out with two fingers.
"Ahhh! Damn you Potter! I'll rip you apart for this!" he screamed in pain as I removed my fingers from his eye sockets and grabbed the wand he dropped. If it wasn't for the faint tingling of magical residue on the wand, I would have thought it to be an ordinary stick. Definitely not compatible with me. The other Death Eaters were now seeking revenge for their comrade.
Ignoring the screams and obscenities, I quickly start trying out my newly acquired stick. "Expelliarmus!" Nothing happened. "Petrificus Totalus!" Again nothing. Panicking I tried a number of others. "Stupefy! Protego! Diffindo!" Nothing worked! I could hear the other Death Eaters laughing under their masks at my abject failure.
"Haha!" One of them laughed. "Look at that! Potter the muggle!" They all cracked up again at my expense. I was getting beyond pissed. Surveying the situation, I could tell that it would be pretty hopeless unless I tried something drastic. Two of them were standing within 10 meters of me and another was back in the corner of the yard.
Acting on instinct, I snapped the wand I had in half and threw it at the two Death Eaters closest to me and charged. Distracted, they had no time to raise their wands to curse me before I tackled the left one to the ground. I punched the prone figure twice before jumping away. As luck would have it, the other Death Eater shot a stunner where I had been moments before. Instead of hitting me, he had stunned his comrade.
Not allowing him to rectify his mistake, I promptly kicked the extended wand out of his hand. Engaging the now unarmed Death Eater in mortal kombat, it quickly showed where most pureblood wizard's skills were lacking. While they could easily whip me with one arm in a purely magical duel, they had no chance without their precious wands. Fighting Dudley's gang over the years had helped me tremendously in street fights. I daresay the poor sap was looking lost as I gave him a jab, cross, then left round to the head to knock him out.
In my triumph, I had completely forgotten the figure lurking in the shadows. Did I hear right or was it clapping? Turning around, I immediately verified that it was indeed clapping I heard. The obscured figure walked into the light slowly and the clapping ceased.
'Oh shit' I thought. There was no way to get out of this one that I could see. The figure was easily 30 meters away and I could never get over there without getting cursed. Furthermore, I was standing in the middle of the street with nowhere to hide behind.
"Well done Harry. I expected no less after what you did at the Ministry of Magic last year." The figure said. My eyes widened at the feminine voice. It was so familiar, yet unrecognizable. Her voice was sweet and inviting. Like honey yet with an undertone of deadly poison mixed into it. Seducing the unsuspecting like the Sirens calling Odysseus to his doom.
Shaking myself out of the almost veela induced state I was in, finally found my voice. "Who are you?" I demanded. Hopefully, my voice didn't quaver as much as the rest of me did. I was nervous for some unexplained reason.
"You've forgotten me so soon?" She said in here alluring voice. "After all we've been through at the Department of Mysteries?" I was again drawn inexplicably to the voice, but the mention of the previous year's fiasco broke my stupor. My eyes narrowed immediately. There was only one person this could be. Taunting me for my mistakes and using them against me.
As the figure slowly removed her mask, raven black hair fell loose and cascaded down her lithe shoulders. The mask fell way to delicate defined features that were almost exotic to behold. Her ruby red lips curved up in a sensuous smirk. As the last of the mask was removed, I felt my breathing stop. I was completely mesmerized by the most gorgeous cerulean eyes I have ever seen. Eyes that are so alluring and unbelievably inviting. Yet also so deadly. Standing in front of me was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. Her smirk grew as she saw my reaction to her.
"Hello again Harry. Like what you see, love?"
I was completely nonplussed by her words. What the hell was she playing at?
"Come here Harry. Let me show you what you've been missing for the past 16 years. The experience of a full grown woman..."
"Bella" I hissed. To my surprise and the surprise of my seducer/executioner, it wasn't English that came out of my mouth. Hell, it wasn't any recognizable dialect to anyone except two unique individuals. That is if you didn't count the millions of reptiles that could understand. I had just spoken in snake tongue.
Her eyes widened in surprise for only a second, but it was enough for me to shake myself out of this trance I was in. It seems that my brain finally processed exactly whom I was speaking with. It was Bellatrix Lestrange the Death Eater. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And also the murderer of my beloved godfather. A single tear ran down my cheek at the thought of Sirius.
"You!" I snarled. "How dare you show up here!" I got in a fighting position but knew it was futile. Bella was not only gorgeous but also extremely powerful. She could curse me to hell and back without breaking a sweat. Her smirk returned full force.
"Why Harry, it almost sounds like you don't want to see me. Why don't you just be-" she suddenly stopped and crutched her forearm. A second later she recovered but didn't continue with her verbal jab.
"What did what's-his-face want this time?" I asked knowing where she gripped her arm was the mark. She didn't respond except to cock her head to one side and appraised me up and down.
"Unfortunately, something has come up." She said grudgingly. "But don't worry love, we'll finish this some other time." With that she apparated away to where I can only assume to be Voldemort's stronghold. It took some time for me to shake off the shock that I was actually alive and well. Well not well. I would have emotional trauma for months after this episode. How could I have been so susceptible to Bella? I froze. When did I start referring to her as Bella? It was absurd!
Well I am human, I reasoned to myself. Any straight male would be attracted to her without question. As today was the day I reached the age of consent, it was even more ludicrous to think about. 'Well, happy birthday to me!' I thought sarcastically. Grudgingly, I trudged into number 4 still not quite believing I was still alive and kicking.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This story is inspired by the fics Power of Darkness and War of the Dark. Both are awesome reads and are what introduced me to the Harry/Bella pairing. Hope to see more fics of this genre in the future.