AN: Hi guys. This story was in my head for a while and I needed to get it out. I had hoped to find some neat stories with Harry and Ginny both being dark but couldn't find anything, so I formed this idea in my head until it became more and more structured. I hope you guys will enjoy the start. I promise that the farther it gets, the more exciting it becomes. I usually struggle with the beginnings of any story, so I hope this isn't too slow or sth already for you guys. Also, since I am not at home, I wrote this all on mobile. If there are any spelling mistakes, etc. please say so, so I can correct them once I am back at home. Thanks.

Now, I need to get several warnings out here. This story will contain: mentions of child molestation/abuse, graphic depictions of violence, graphic depictions of sexual situations, mentions and graphic depictions of animal abuse. This story is not for the faint of heart. This is for mature adults, or those who think they are. This is about children who have suffered horrid things and protected themselves in a shroud of darkness and emptiness until they found the means to lash out. These children are no sociopaths, but they are dark at heart, they lost their empathy when no one showed it to them. They have a twisted black/white sense of justice, they are ruthless. And the older they get, the more they learn...well, you may find out if you decide to see where this will go.

Have fun reading!

Note: This chapter has been edited.

Disclaimer: This wonderful universe is owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling, not by me.


Harry Potter was sitting in the last compartment of the Hogwarts Express. For the first time in his life he felt a kind of freedom that was completely and utterly strange to him.

It all began with the first letter he ever received in his life, which his uncle and aunt- Vernon and Petunia Dursley- immediately snatched away. He hated them anyways; which was no surprise, considering the years of abuse he had to endure from them. He would be beaten for getting better marks than his cousin- their son- Dudley, he would be beaten if he didn't finish all his chores in time, he would be beaten when he got bad marks. At some point in his short life he felt himself grow colder and more detached emotionally from the people around him and from people in general. He did seek help from teachers, hoping they would get him out of that house, but that too resulted in a beating.

So when those letters came and they wouldn't have him read them he got really mad. After years of having to cook for the Dursleys he knew all their allergies and what they could eat and shouldn't or couldn't eat, he knew of Dudley's peanut allergy. It was a huge drama and temper tentrum Dudley succumbed into when he found out that he couldn't eat peanut butter anymore. Harry decided to help out, so when no one was looking, he put on a healthy helping of peanut butter in Dudley's grilled cheese sandwich before he served them. While the Dursleys started to eat he busied himself with cleaning any evidence that could fault him for Dudley's soon coming predicament. Just a few moments later the Dursleys were in a utter state of panic. Vernon was already turning purple in his rage and marched towards Harry.

"Boy! What the hell did you do to my son?!" His meaty fist was already shaking threateningly in front of Harry's face.

"I didn't do anything! And shouldn't you be looking after Dudley? I think he's dying."

Vernon turned back towards his son after that and gathered the choking Dudley and panicking Petunia towards the car as they headed to the nearest hospital. They were too worried about their son to think about Harry. For the first time they left him alone at Privet Drive.

After that everything went quickly. He finally got to read his acceptance letter for Hogwarts, he got beat again, a giant of a man called Hagrid arrived at Privet Drive and explained the wizarding world to him and how his parents died by the hands of an evil wizard called Voldemort, though Hagrid clearly preferred "You-Know-Who", and not in a car accident. Harry threw the Dursleys a withering glare after that revalation. He also learnt how he got his scar and that he was the first and only person ever to survive the killing curse, which also resulted in the defeat of Voldemort. He was sort of a celebrity in the magic community. After that Hagrid accompanied Harry to Diagon Alley were they bought him his snowy owl, which he later named Hedwig, and his wand. At the end of the day, when they finished shopping for Harry's school supplies, he told Hagrid that he could get back to the Dursleys by himself, so the half-giant left him alone and Harry went back to the Leaky Couldron and booked a room for the rest of the summer. The rest of it was spent buying books to help himself understand the wizarding world and some school subjects better and a whole new wardrobe. He would never wear Dudley's hand-me-downs ever again.

He was jerked out of his reminiscing when the compartment door opened. He looked towards the door to see a redheaded girl land face first in front of him, making him raise a brow at her before looking up again. A boy witht the girl's hair color, stood at the door, grinning at the tripped girl.

"Watch where you are going, Ginny." He drawled.

The girl, fuming, got up slowly and turned around, staring at the boy. In one swift motion she pulled his trousers and underwear down, making him reflexively cover himself with both hands, before she pushed him out of the compartment, making him fall down and show his bits for all to see.

"Remember this the next time you think you can have a go at me." She said without any sympathy for the boy's embarassment.

Turning her back at him, she closed the door and sat down. She looked up and for the first time realized that there was another person here. Black, unruly hair, brilliant green eyes and an old pair of round spectacles that didn't really fit with the nice clothes he was wearing. Then, she saw the lightning bold scar on his forehead. Her heart beat slightly faster but she willed it to calm down. "You are Harry Potter, arent you?"

Harry gave a slight nod. "Yeah. That boy," he jerked a thumb towards the compartment door. "Is he your brother? You have the same hair."

The girl scrunched her face up in disgust. "He''s my twin. I wish he wasn't. I really don't like him. Or any of my brothers."

"Why?"

"Because they do stuff like that all the time. And when I get back at them they run to my mom and I get all the blame."

Harry knew that she didn't tell him everything but shrugged. Maybe she would eventually. If not then not. It was her business, not his. He held out a hand. "Nice to meet you."

Ginny looked at it, then took it. "Nice to meet you too. My name's Ginny Weasley."


They sat in companiable silence. Neither of them was much of a talker but they were okay with it. It wasn't uncomfortable and they both were deep in their own thoughts, until the compartment door opened once again.

A blonde boy stepped in, accompanied by two other boys who looked way too large for their age. "Is it true?" He said. "They are saying all down the train that Harry Potter is in this compartment. It is you, isn't it?"

"What of it?" Harry asked, irritated.

"My name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." The blonde glanced at Ginny, the redhead returning it with a scowl. "You will soon learn that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter." Malfoy continued haughtily. "Just looking at your...company...I can tell she is a Weasley. Hand-me-downs, ginger, freckles. More children than her family can afford. I can help you at making better friends, Potter."

Harry looked at Malfoy with cold eyes. "I know your type. Spoiled, can't do anything without daddy. Even here you walk around with two brainless gorillas. Get out."

Malfoy blushed furiously, scowling in anger. "This isn't over, Potter." He turned around and slammed the door shut.

Harry returned his gaze towards the window and stared at the rapidly moving landscape. He then looked at the girl. "Your family is really poor?" He asked.

Ginny blushed at the blunt question. That topic always made her uncomfortable. She hated that she didn't have anything of her own. Even her wand was second-hand. Everyone knew that a wand should be someone's own. She couldn't have even that. "Yeah...why?"

"Just asking. I don't really care one way or the other. But I don't like spoiled gits like that Malfoy bloke."

"I heared that the Potters were a really wealthy family once." Ginny pointed out.

Harry shrugged. "Maybe. I grew up with my uncle and aunt. They hate magic. They made sure that I know how much they hate it. Up until two months ago I didn't even know there was real magic. Or Voldemort." Ginny flinched at the name but he ignored that. "I was wearing their fat son's clothes and could have fit 4 times into them. These are completely new clothes." He pointed at what he was wearing now. "All I know is that my parents set up a vault at Gringotts with a lot of money for my time at Hogwarts. That's it." He shrugged.

"I didn't know your family was so bad to you."

"I will get back at them. One day, when I am old enough, they will pay." He said it in a cold and calm voice, but his eyes betrayed the fury he felt inside.

"Can I help?" Ginny asked, grinning eagerly.

Harry smirked at the wicked gleam in her eyes. "Sure."

They both looked up when the food trolley reached their compartment. "Anything off the trolley, dears?"

Harry glanced at Ginny, who stared at him. He then looked at the trolley witch. "Two of every sweets you have, please."

He paid for it and dropped his arms full of sweets on the seats. Ginny, smirking at him, got up from her seat and sat down right next to Harry. Without a word she picked up one pack of the chocolate frogs and handed it to Harry. "Careful. They move and stuff."


The sky had already started to darken when a bushy haired witch with prominent front teeth entered their compartment.

"Excuse me, have you seen a toad around here? A boy named Neville lost it."

"No, we haven't seen anything." Harry answered.

"Well, thanks anyways."

The girl was about to leave when he felt her gaze on his forehead. He sighed internally and knew what was about to come.

"You must be Harry Potter!" The girl exclaimed excitedly. "I've read about you in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century when I did some background reading. My family isn't magic at all so of course it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter but I was ever so pleased of course."

"That's...nice." Harry answered, not sure what else to say. He scowled when he heard Ginny snigger next to him.

"My name's Hermione Granger by the way." The bushy haired girl announced. "And you are...?" She asked, looking at Ginny.

"Ginny Weasley." Ginny answered with a forced smile.

"Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you, but better get back to my compartment. You might want to change into your robes, we will arrive soon." With that she left them both alone.

Ginny got up and rummaged in her trunk, pulling out a battered set of robes, looking at it with disgust and resignation. Harry looked at her for a moment before he spoke up. "If you want, for our second year, we could buy you some stuff at Diagon Alley."

Ginny eyed him suspiciously. "Why would you do that?"

Harry shrugged. He didn't know why, didn't understand why he was feeling this way; why he felt compelled to buy her a new set of robes and school uniforms. He didn't care very much either. "I don't know. Just because. You want new stuff, right? I know what it feels like to own nothing of your own, you know. I just thought you might like that."

Ginny looked down at the pile of old robes in her arm, then at Harry. "I'd like that."

Harry nodded at her then turned around, to give her some privacy.


They were led into the Great Hall by a stern looking witch, who introduced herself as Minerva McGonagall and lined up in front of a stool with an old and patched hat sitting on it. After McGonagall explained to them what they had to do, she started the sorting ceremony.

She stepped to side as the hat suddenly began to sing:

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

"Abbott, Hannah." A blonde, rosy looking girl was called and sat down on the stool before the hat was placed on her head. After a few moments, the hat called out: "HUFFLEPUFF!"

One of the tables cheered loudly as the girl walked there with a shy smile on her face.

After a while it was Harry's turn. He ignored the murmurs that erupted after his name was called. Sitting down on the stool, he waited for the hat to be placed.

"Ah, but what an interesting mind!" A voice in his head suddenly exclaimed. "Where to put you? You have braved a lot of odds in your young life, but you also showed a gread deal of cunning and deviousness. You didn't really care about what could happen to your cousin, as long as you could read your letter, no?"

"No, I didn't." Harry answered. If the hat could access memories and past feelings there was no point in lying.

"You truly have the makings of a SLYTHERIN!" The hat yelled for the hall to hear. There were some murmurs but the Slytherin table broke out in a huge cheer. Harry felt his lips twitch slightly but willed it to stop. He walked to the table and sat next to one of his new yearmates- a girl, Daphne Greengrass, he thought. He kept the seat next to him free, hoping that Ginny would be sorted to Slytherin too. He caught her eyes as she sought out his. He gave a small nod which she returned.

Then it was time for Ginny. After a few moments the hat once again yelled out for the whole hall to hear: "SLYTHERIN!"

Again, there was a lot of murmuring going on, even among the Slytherins. Harry was clapping though. Ginny kept walking and sat down next to Harry with a small smile. "I told the hat that I didn't want to be in the same house as my brothers. Apparantly Slytherin was the next best thing."

Harry nodded. "I'm glad."

"Everyone in my family has been a Gryffindor up until now. I wonder how they will react..." She continued with an evil smirk. Appearantly she liked the thought of shocking her family like this.

After the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, finished his greeting of the first years with some random words, huge piles of food appeared in front of them.

Just as he was about to load his plate he saw someone sit down in front of him.

"So, the famous Harry Potter is now a Slytherin."

Harry looked up at Malfoy, was about to say something in retort but decided to ignore him instead and continued to pile up loads of food on his plate. He began to eat, chewing slowly and looked around him. He was amused by the neat way Ginny was eating and she caught his glances. "What?" She asked.

"I don't know. Just didn't expect you to be so neat when eating."

Ginny scoffed at that. "Just because my brothers think it's okay to stuff their faces like a bunch of pigs doesn't mean I have to."

"Didn't say you do." Harry shrugged again.

"Stop ignoring me." Malfoy's face was red with anger.

"I completely forgot about you. I am not sorry about that." Harry retorted. He earned himself a few chuckles from around him, which caused Malfoy to become even redder.

"You think you are so special because of your stupid scar, Potter, but you aren't."

Rolling his eyes, Harry leaned forward. "I don't think I am special, Malfoy. I just think that you are not as special as you think you are. I know your type. I don't like your type. End of story."

The blonde next to him spoke up for the first time since he sat down next to her. "What do you mean with you know 'his type', Potter?" She eyed him suspiciously.

"Spoiled brats." Was his short answer as he resumed eating.

She nodded, a small smirk on her face. "I can live with that."

For the first time Harry looked up to the head table with the teachers and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his scar. He forced himself to be stoic and not show it, but couldn't stop himself from releasing a shaky breath through his nose. He couldn't pinpoint when exactly the pain came but it definately had something to do with one of the teachers.

"You okay?" He heard from his right and looked at Ginny, who eyed him curiously.

"Yeah." He said. Looking back at the teachers, he locked eyes with one who was wearing a completely black attire and had shoulder length greasy black hair. He nudged Ginny. "You know who that is?"

She followed his gaze. "Should be Professor Snape. Potions teacher and head of our house."

"How do you know?"

"Brothers."

After they were all finished eating the first years were led by the prefects to their respective common rooms. The Slytherin common room was in Hogwarts' dungeon under the lake. It was hidden behind a stone wall and the password was 'Salazar'. They entered and Harry was looking around. It looked cozy enough with the fireplace, comfortable looking chairs and a big couch. He could imagine living here for a while. They were led to their dormitories.

Changing into his pajamas he laid down on the bed; the first comfortable bed he had ever had. It didn't take long for sleep to embrace him.


The next morning Harry met Ginny in their common room before heading to the Great Hall. They were having their breakfast when the head of their house, Professor Snape, handed out their timetables.

Harry peeked over Ginny's shoulder to look at hers. "It's identicle."

"What did you expect?" Ginny asked, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes.

"Dunno."

After their breakfast they were headed to their first class, which was Transfiguration with the Gryffindor head, Professor McGonagall. They shared it with the Ravenclaws. It was interesting enough and pretty demanding. He expected to enjoy this class in the future, even if McGonagall already loaded them with a huge amount of homework. After that they had Herbology outside, which was something he didn't particularly enjoy. He looked at Ginny, who seemed to be the one of the two of them who had the green thumb.

During their break, which they spent in the Great Hall having lunch, a pair of identical redheads approached them with serious looks on their faces.

"Ginny, we just wanted to ask if you are okay here. You can do a re-sorting, you know?" One of them asked while the other nodded.

Ginny looked at them, he expression unreadable. "I asked the hat to not be in the same house as you. Or Ron. Or Percy. I am good here."

"What?!" "Why would you do that?!" They both asked their questions at the same time.

Ginny narrowed her eyes, he expression thunderous. "You know exactly why." She answered in a low voice, before abandoning her lunch and leaving. Harry got up himself, taking Ginny's forgotten bag and his own with him, following the redhead. She went outside and sat by the lake as Harry joined and sat down next to her.

"I got your bag."

"Thanks."

They sat in silence for a while when Ginny spoke up. "Two years ago we were at a birthday party for some relative. My Uncle Wilburt was there. We stayed overnight and I was tired early and went to bed. When I woke up Wilburt was touching me." She glanced at Harry and saw his face darken. He didn't look at her and kept staring at the lake. "He didn't...do it...with me, I mean. He still made me do stuff to him while he touched me. I don't know, it was like...five minutes maybe but felt like hours. I couldn't tell anyone because I was so terrified but I had to, right? When I did...first to my brothers...they didn't believe me. Then my parents. They didn't believe me either. And every time we went there he would pass me and touch my butt...when we would stay the night, he would sneak into my room and..." She smiled a bitter smile. "'Weasleys don't abandon Weasleys. Weasleys stick together.'" Laughing, the redhead threw a small stone into the lake. "I felt so betrayed. But it opened my eyes. This whole tight-family-thing is a joke. I cut myself loose. Becoming a Slytherin instead of a Gryffindor sealed it. But I also feel dead inside sometimes. You know what I mean?" She looked at Harry, who nodded. "I mean, if an uncle can touch his niece like that and no one cares...I can do stuff without feeling bad, right?"

"When I got my letter from Hogwarts, the Dursleys wouldn't let me read it." Harry began. "So I had to get them out of the house. They always make me cook breakfast, so I made grilled cheese and put peanut butter in Dudley's. He has a really bad peanut allergy. Almost died I think. He couldn't really breath."

Ginny blinked at him before laughing loudly. "Awesome! Wish I could have seen that." They sat next to each other for another few moments when Ginny spoke up again. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

Ginny bit her lower lip for a while before she started talking. "Sometimes I feel so angry at everything and everyone...you know, our house, it's in this huge field with a barn. So sometimes animals come and go."

"You killed one, didn't you?" Harry asked bluntly.

"Yeah."

"It's okay. As long as you don't go and start killing random people."

Ginny smiled. "No, I wouldn't do that."

"How was it?" Harry asked after a few moments of silence.

The redhead knew immediately what he was asking. "Freeing, kind of. I mean...I was so angry. At my parents and my brothers. All so happy and laughing as if nothing happened, even after I told them. So I snuck out at night, walked to the barn and there was that cat. It wanted attention or food. I don't know. I didn't care. I just snapped. I just..." She made a swinging motion with her right leg. "After I realized what I did...I didn't feel angry anymore. But I definitely didn't feel guilty or sad about it either. There just was...nothing. It was nice, really. Feeling nothing." She looked up at the sky and laid down on the grass, stretching. "Not feeling sad or angry or anything at all. After that I always wondered what it would be like if my uncle's neck looked that way."

"We could find out some day." Harry smirked at her.

Ginny looked up at Harry, wide eyed with a smile on her face. "You mean that?"

"Of course. You will be with me when I can go for the Dursleys, right? So I will be with you when you go for your uncle."

"Thank you, Harry." She whispered in wonder. She was already looking forward to that day.


After their lunch break they were on their way to the dungeons. They had potions next, with the Gryffindor first years. Ginny didn't look forward to it because her twin brother Ron would be there. They reached the potions room and a bunch of students were already there, her brother included. She was about to pass him without giving him a glance when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She stopped and looked at Harry who gazed down and she followed his eyes. Her brother tried to trip her again. He was talking with some other Gryffindors while having his leg stretched out, trying to be unobtrusive. Ginny stomped on his foot with the heel of hers, making him howl in pain. She smirked and kept walking, so Harry and she were with their fellow Slytherins.

"What the hell, Ginny?!" Her brother shouted at her angrily.

"Shouldn't have tried to trip me. Did you forget what happened in the Hogwarts Express?"

Her brother flushed a furious red but didn't answer.

"Do you mean when he was all starkers, Weasley?" Daphne, who overheard the siblings, asked Ginny.

Ginny nodded, smirking.

The blonde Slytherin laughed out at that, managing to get a nice going, Weasley! out, before telling the other Slytherins who hadn't heard about that event yet.

Ron looked at Ginny with disgust, his face red with embarassment, and Ginny returned his look with a sneer. It was then when the door opened. The students entered the potions class room, Slytherins on one side and Gryffindors on the other.

The head of Slytherin marched towards his desk, all the while speaking. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

He let his gaze wander, taking his new students in, before he stopped. "Ah, yes. Mr. Potter. Our new...celebrity. And in Slytherin no less."

He felt Ginny glance at him as he kept his eyes firmly on Snape.

"Tell me, Mr. Potter: what will I get if I add Powdered Root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?"

Harry thought for a moment, distracted by the Gryffindor girl, Hermione, who had her arm up and was jumping up and down, trying to get the Professors attention. "Umm...should be Draught of Living Death."

Snape kept glaring at him. "Where would you look if I tell you to find me a Bezoar?"

"In the stomach of a goat." That one was easy.

"What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

"Uhh...I think they were the same plant, weren't they?"

Snape nodded, begrudgingly. "Correct. 10 points for Slytherin." He looked as if he swallowed something nasty. "Why is no one writing this down?" He barked at the class, before turning towards the blackboard.

Ginny smirked at him. "You'd think he'd be proud or something that one of his own knew the answers to those questions."

Harry shrugged at her. "Maybe he doesn't like me. I don't know."

Snape waved his wand at the blackboard and a set of instructions appeared. "You will attempt to create the cure for boils. Instructions are on the board. Begin."

Harry and Ginny were working dilligently on their potion, adding the ingridients and working them point for point as instructed.

Snape walked between the rows, giving the odd Slytherin hints and tipps, while barking at the Gryffindors, especially one chubby and nervous looking boy. Close to the end of class said boy's cauldron suddenly started to melt as a horrid odor filled the classroom. Snape marched over to the boy, waving his wand and banishing the failed potion. "Longbottom! What does the instruction on the board say about the porcupine quills?"

"T-t-take cauldron o-off the f-fire, b-b-before adding t-the quills..." He stammered, wide eyed.

"You will write 20 inches about why you failed to follow the instructions correctly. 20 points from Gryffindor." With that Snape looked at the class. "The rest of you, fill your vials with your potion and bring them to my desk. They will be marked by next class."

Harry heard Malfoy and his gorillas sniggering at the chubby boy's plight, while the other Slytherins just were laughing silently among themselves at having a Gryffindor embarrass himself. Harry didn't really care either way but raised a brow at Ginnys amusement. "I like that Professor. I hope he will give Ron what for too. His potion looks horrible." The redhead said.

"You seem to hate him so much more than others. Why? I always thought twins are real tight." Harry wondered.

Ginny glanced at him, before fumbling in her bag looking for her vial. "Wenn I tried to talk to him about...you know, he said I was just looking for attention. That I didn't need the attention. I was already the first Weasley girl in several generations. Why would I need more attention? Why would I accuse a family member with something like this on top of all the attention seeking?" She looked angrily at her twin before carefully filling her vial. "He was always whiny about being the youngest of six boys and all that stuff, but accusing me of attention seeking when I try to look for help in my family...after that he just started tripping me, pushing me around and stuff. So, yeah. The others were horrible, but Ron was the worst of the lot."

Nodding in understanding, Harry looked at Ginny's potion and it had almost the identical pink smoke coming out of her couldron. His was just a bit darker. Or hers brighter. He wasn't exactly sure which one.

After handing their filled vials to the Professor they headed out to the great hall for dinner before going to their common room to start the homework. Working together on it they finished all their assignments pretty quickly. After they were done they bid each other good night before heading to their dormitories. All in all, they both thought that they had a pretty successful first day at Hogwarts.