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Insane Pleasures

Chapter 1

Harry Potter, brother of the boy who lived. Well, when you remembered that he existed. He was top of his class, had never been in a detention, star seeker of his house team, most sought-after boy in the his year. So what was the problem?

He was a Slytherin.

He had the scar.

He was slightly insane?

Either way, his family hated him. Strange, considering everyone else loved him. He wasn't that insane anyways. It just came from being alone too much. He spent too much time with himself. If he tried hard enough, he could convince anyone that he was not insane. At least for a short amount of time. But you could only try to hide your true self for a certain amount of time before everything came crashing down.

But either way, it didn't matter. He had enough friends and allies to protect him when it did come crashing down. At this, Harry began humming the lines to the nursery rhyme "London Bridge is Falling Down", adding a few lines of his very own into the song. He laid down on his bed, imagining the bridge falling and catching fire, the people falling into the river. How the sky would turn black with smoke. He started giggling to himself.

"Harry! Get down here NOW!" His dad's shout broke through his pleasant daydream. Harry sighed, looking out the small window in his small room. He wished that just for once his dad would let him be. But it wasn't to be. He climbed off the "bed", which was actually just a mattress on the floor, laid his book on the desk, and walked out the door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen where his dad and mum were sitting. His dad had the Hogwarts letters in his hands and was literally shaking with rage.

"Explain to me why this came in your letter and your brother doesn't have anything in his," His dad held up a badge with the letter P on it. Harry's eyes widened. He was a prefect! And his brother wasn't? If his parents hadn't been there, he would have done a jig, he was so happy!

"Because Dumbledore put one in mine and not Connor's? I don't know. Maybe the owls's switched them! Or Voldemort knew it would kill Connor not to be one?" At the last comment, his mother struck him across the face, hard, and Harry found himself on the floor.

"How dare you! Making fun of your brother! And saying it would kill him! This is crazy. I won't listen to this any longer. You are grounded." Harry laughed at that.

"And that's any different how? Poor little Connor, better protect him before big bad wolf comes and gets him. Where's the justice? Where's the good? Come on, Mommy dearest, Daddy dearest. Where's little baby? Awww, is he stuffing his face again? What good is that?" Harry rambled on, pushing himself off the floor before walking around the table to grab his letter and Prefect badge. James grabbed him as he came near, throwing him against the wall.

"I don't want to hear one more word coming out of your mouth. Your mother and I have listened to your insane ramble long enough. One more word and I'll have you locked in St. Mungos before you can say ramble. Do. You. Understand?" James slammed him into the wall with each word, trying to drive the lesson home. Harry blinked several times, trying to clear his head after it hit the wall. He looked at James with dazed eyes and nodded.

James took a deep breath and released Harry, shoving him towards the stairs.

"We are having the Weasleys over for dinner tonight. That means that I don't want to see you, hear a peep out of you, nothing. It'll be like you're not even here. Got it?" Harry nodded again, slowly walking up the stairs. He slipped into his room and took off his shirt, looking at his back in the mirror. Bruises covered the entire length of his back, he could see new hand shaped bruises forming on his arms. He put back on his shirt and laid down on the mattress.

The sad thing was that he could remember when his parents didn't act like this. His father had taught him how to ride a broom, his mother used to spend time with him in the kitchen teaching him how to cook. It was just before his schooling had begun that everything changed. He was kicked out of his old room, stuffed in a tiny closet with a mattress and a desk. They stopped buying him toys, even clothes, and they took from him all of his old toys and any personal belongings that he had. They had even taken a stuffed dog that looked like Sirius in his animagus form that he had had since he was a baby.

They took away everything, leaving him with just a few pairs of clothes and a pair of shoes.

And worse of all, they started babying Connor like there was no tomorrow. Like he was a Saint there to take away the black spot that was Harry in their lives. All because of one attack.

Connor and Harry had been left alone for one night when Voldemort had attacked. Their babysitter had been killed in the doorway, and the Dark Lord had just waltz straight up to their room, shot a killing curse at them, which backfired and hit himself. It was only a year after that that he found a way to get his body back, and he had been rebuilding his armies ever since.

No-one really knew what happened that night. They said that Harry was hit in the head with a piece of fallen debris, and that Connor had reflected the curse because he had the most magic on him. Well, at least that's what Dumbledore had said.

But even with Connor being the boy-who-lived, their family had remained together and James and Lily always paid attention to both of their sons. That one day that they had thrown him into his "new room" had been the start of something different though.

Now they couldn't even look at Harry. When he had been sorted into Slytherin, they had sent him a howler for it, but it was the only time he heard from them the entire school year. On accident, they had sent him James' old invisibility cloak and the maurader's map for Christmas. Connor had thrown a fit over it, but wizarding traditions stated that once you gave a gift, you can't take it back. If they did, they would be looked at poorly. And of course the Potters didn't want any bad publicity. So the presents remained Harry's. But his luck hadn't held out for the whole year.

Dumbledore had brought the Sorcerers' Stone to Hogwarts for "safe keeping" that year. Harry had figured out it was Quirrell who was trying to steal it for Voldemort. Everyone else thought that it was Professor Snape that was trying to steal the stone. But anyone with brains would have been able to see that he was trying to protect it. That ruled out all the Gryffindors, so Harry, by himself, had gone on to fight Quirrell. He had followed him down to the stone in an attempt to save it. Quirrell of course tried to convince him to join Voldemort, but Harry had insisted that his family wouldn't act like they were forever. He refused to join Lord Voldemort. He and Quirrell dueled then. He defeated Quirrell with a cutting spell which hit his neck. He was almost expelled for using "Dark Magic" and was only kept in school because of the dark mark found on Quirell's arm.

He was locked in his room that entire summer without a word from anyone. The Potters wanted to salvage their reputation as a Light family, and they were "rehabilitating" Harry for the summer. Every person accepted their excuses without question.

When he returned to Hogwarts for his second year someone had set loose a monster on the school that was killing muggleborns. Everyone thought it was Harry, he was in Slytherin,He was the perfect candidate to be the Heir of Slytherin. He was quiet, he didn't have any friends. And he knew more Dark spells than any seventh year Slytherin. Harry didn't enjoy the attention, he hated being labeled as something that he wasn't. So Harry ensured that he stayed by a group of people at all times, and by the time the third attack rolled around, everyone thought it was Connor, not Harry, who was setting the monster loose. He became very popular in Slytherin then, becoming friends with the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy. Draco hated his brother with a passion, and when he learned how much Connor's twin hated Connor, he immediately sunk his claws in. After all, two were better than one when one is trying to end a reputation. One night, Harry and Draco accidentally ran into a first-year Gryffindor sneaking into an abandoned bathroom, and when they went in to see what she was doing, they saw her opening the Chamber of Secrets. They followed her down into the Chamber. Draco was separated from Harry when a wall collapsed, leaving Harry alone to learn that Voldemort had been bewitching the girl to open the chamber. He had to fight the baskilisk, the monster that was killing muggleborns, and then destroyed the diary that was controlling the girl. He found out later that the girl was a Weasley. He was poisoned during the battle and only the appearance of Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix kept him alive. Dumbledore refused to admit that Fawkes had helped Harry in any way, shape or form.

That was the second summer in spent in complete isolation. He began making random insane comments after that. Draco thought it was hilarious, Girls thought he was playing hard to get, and boys wanted to be him, since all the girls followed him everywhere.

Third year was the only year that nothing happened. Bellatrix Lestrange and Peter Pettigrew escaped Azkaban, but neither came after him, so he ignored the situation.

He was still locked in his room that summer, but Draco had lifted the tracking spell on his wand, so he was able to escape and meet Draco from time to time. He spent a while with Draco's family that summer, learning the Dark Arts from Lucius. Though at times it felt like he was teaching Lucius.

It was also the best summer he had spent since going to Hogwarts because he got to spend a few weeks with his Godfather, Sirius Black.

Fourth year Connor and Harry were put in the Triwizard Tournament. After the three tasks, Harry won the tournament, besting Connor and three seventh year students. Everyone wanted to be around him after that. He was the person to be, or the person to hang out with. People clung to his every word, flocked around him when he was just sitting, reading what he read. It was insane, and Harry loved every minute.

He had a secret about that year, about when the cup portkeyed him out of Hogwarts during the last task. One that not even Dumbledore knew, because Dumbledore thought that he had been obliviated so he couldn't repeat what happened.

He met the Dark Lord Voldemort. He was in the service of the Dark Lord. Even more than that, he was the Dark Lord's lover and consort.