Joining the Shadows

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and probably never will, so don't sue me.

Summery: Abused and unwelcome at his home, Harry is in constant need of potions, so, as you would have geussed, he makes them himself. What happens when One goes wrong? Contains implied rape and maybe Slah. Dont read if you dont like.

Authors Note: Okay, this story was taken from my younger self, I had to clean my room and I found it, it's another going back in time like so many of my other stories….. Damn

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Chapter one: A relative problem.

It had been a bad summer. Coming to terms with the death of Sirius was somewhat unsuccessful, it had hit him hard, anyone could see that. After his outburst in Dumbledore's office, (Harry paid for all the damages he could later) he had fallen into a trap of self- pity. He had just lost the only person who had ever loved or cared for him and a person taken away in the blink of an eye. He was expected to get on with his life, forget and beat Voldemort, realizing this he had been broken. His friends practically disowned the sniveling wreck that was Harry, so upset and alone he had returned to the place of his nightmares, a house of people with such intense dislike and abuse for him, they made the Malfoy's look gentle. He had, had letters, from his 'friends', probably just for appearances, but letters none the less.

Hermione had offered her condolences and said he wasn't the only one grieving for Sirius, and told him off for his obviously rude behavior. 'How would you like it if people threw around your possessions Harry?" she had asked, angry yet motherly, just what was expected of her. Harry had snorted at that, what little of his possessions there were, the Dursley's did throw around anyway. Ron's letter had been more of a quidditch recount than any thing else thoroughly depressing and almost unreadable. Because of course Harry wanted to hear how the Chudley Cannons had almost beaten the wasps and only lost because of a mere 100 point difference, (and a blind ref obviously), more than Voldemort's next plans for world domination. How utterly stupid of him to forget. Hagrid had sent along the usual variety of inedible food. The ministry realizing their blindness had sent along a medal of bravery, because food and medals were really going to help him beat the Dark lord, now weren't they.

The muggles hadn't helped. With Dudley off to 'friends houses' every other night, Vernon and Petunia Dursley were short tempered and unapproachable, more so than usual, which in itself was quite hard. They snapped at the least of things, like the fact he was far to tall to wear Dudley's cast offs in public any more. Usually the Dursley's wouldn't have given a blind bit of notice accept the newly moved in neighbors across the street had commented on it.

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"Mummy?" the little girl had questioned upon exiting the Dursley's house.

"Yes, my sweet?" The mother had bent down and picked up the little girl.

"Why does that boy wear clothes too small for him?" She had looked back at Harry at this point. "Are they poor mother?" the mother turned blushing a deep crimson.

"Sorry." she squeaked. Vernon stood there for a moment or two veins bulging at the sides of his neck dangerously. Harry doubted that he had ever been called poor before in his life.

"Don't worry my dear," he all but shouted "it's just a new style of clothing, nothing but the best huh Harry?" He smiled then quickly shut the door. Harry would never forget the fury in his eyes, or the consequence of getting noticed……

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"Boy!" Vernon growled. Harry gulped and jumping up from his bed and swinging into the hallway, in an attempt not to anger his guardian more. Harry came flying down the stairs almost strait into Vernon and sat down with a thump, Vernon gave him an evil glare.

"Who said you could sit boy?" Harry stood "Nice to see you're actually listening to your elders and betters for once." Harry growled but didn't speak. "Petunia's going out for the night so I need this whole place cleaned from head to toe." Harry looked startled as his uncle brought his face very near to his own "and tonight boy when we're all alone, and nobody can bother us," he whispered almost leering "your going to be doing some more little jobs, for me!" Vernon lent back as Harry visibly shuddered he smiled lazily "You know where the mop and broom are, hurry to it boy."

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Severus Snape rushed through the dungeons his robe billowing dramatically. He climbed up the stairs leading to Dumbledore's office, and upon reaching the rather evil looking gargoyle he whispered 'pumpkin pasty' and it soon sprang to one side. Snape smirked and strode up the staircase, not waiting for it to move, for he was in a hurry, and knocked on the door. After a small wait he heard a "please do come in' from within the room. Pushing open the door Snape stepped in.

"Sherbet lemon?" Dumbledore queried.

"Headmaster I really have no time for such absurdities." Snape looked around the room as if to spot anyone who might be listening in. "I heard then talking!" He said opening his eyes wide.

"Heard whom Severus? You'll have to be a little more clear on that one." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling away.

"The Dark lord and Malfoy they were talking about the 'Time traveler', at first I thought they were just talking about a time turner and a mission, so I listened in, but then I remembered Potter and his lot had smashed them, the time turners that is. I thought it might be useful to, well, snoop." Snape paused, and look directly at Dumbledore "Do you remember a young boy called 'Felix' dropping in on the 6th year at school of Mr. Malfoy's father, and the Dark lord?"

"Oh yes, bright boy very talented, amazing resemblance to Tom, except for his eyes…"

"Yes well, they were implying he was well lost in time a potion gone wrong and…"

"Please get on with it Severus you know how I hate suspense!" Snape glared at the headmaster, obviously annoyed about being interrupted.

"Well, as I was saying, this 'Felix' came from August 31st 2003, this year, yet on September 1st 1973 he woke!"

"And?"

"He was 16 and from Hogwarts." Snape stopped and looked into Dumbledore eyes.

"I know."

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It was one in the morning and Harry staggered out of Vernon's bedrooms, leaving the man snoring. He had tears streaming down his face as he made his way to his bed. He would have had a shower if he wasn't so afraid of Vernon waking up and violating him again. Harry shivered he couldn't go on like this, hell he'd rather slash his wrists and be done with it. Bullocks to saving the bloody wizarding world, he could barley save him self everyday. He had to leave this house, it wasn't just his body Vernon was affecting, if he stayed here much longer he'd probably lose his mind to boor. Unless he had already lost it. Harry giggled madly remembering the tanked brains in the department of mysteries at least he hadn't lost it yet that badly. Harry sat down and immediately regretted doing so, he grabbed for his trunk and pulled out a dreamless sleep potion. He would definitely need one tonight. After all, It was quite relative.

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: like it, I mean I even got a few jokes into it…. Oh well, as always read and review :

Thanks,

Lorkin