The Culls

Culls meaning to remove someone or something deemed worthless or inferior.

I am rewriting the first 7 chapters I have published.

This story was based on and inspired by Silver Angel 7's story The Results of Our Choices. I adopted the story from Silver Angel 7 with her permission and will try to uphold Silver's standards while putting my own twist to it.

Summary: AU. Each choice and decision you make has consequences that can be either good or bad. Like how Rosie was said to be the defeater of Voldemort when it was really Harry's doing. Which lead to Harry's mistreat him that would shape the person and choices Harry made in the future.

Warnings: This story may contain child abuse, violence and gore, coarse language, homicidal and suicidal thoughts and actions, and slash. This story may also eventually contain Grey!Independent!Intelligent!Harry. Currently rated T. I may raise it later, and tell me if you think it should be raised.

Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing.

/'Parseltongue'/

"Emphasized words and spells"

"Normal speech"

Chapter 1: Choice

Dusk was setting upon the vast acres of Godrics Hollow, bringing with it a light haze that clung low to the earth. The setting sun off in the distance provided just enough light so that the tops of the trees in the nearby forest were luminous, and cast long shadows upon the impressive grounds.

The day was October 31st, Halloween. Voldemort decided that on this most magical of nights that he would attack the Potter's home and be rid of the Prophesized child for good. There were only three children that it could be Rosie and Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom. Voldemort was more than certain that it was the Potters so went after them but sent the Lestranges to deal with the Longbottoms as a precaution. It took a second for him to break through their poor excuses of wards before walking into the house. He was surprised that only a low powered witch was standing between him and the children. With a quick killing curse she was dead.

Harry had been sleeping nicely when he suddenly woke up. Something didn't feel right but he didn't know why. He sat quietly in his bed when an unfamiliar noise, an unfamiliar voice echoing throughout the room. Harry looked around quizzically to see where the voice was coming from, but the only other people in the room was his sister, and Rosie was asleep and he knew it wasn't their babysitters Kathy's voice. The voice, wherever it was coming from, seemed to be getting louder and Harry could now distinguish words/'It'sss time…time to kill…time to dessstroy him…'/ The voice stopped and was replaced with laughter that was unlike any he had heard from his sister, Mummy, or Daddy. It was filled with no mirth or happiness, and it made him shiver.

Then there was silence before the door to the room he shared with Rosie opened. A hooded figure with red eyes made his way over to where his and Rosie's beds wehere. Harry was just glad Rosie hadn't woken up or she would be screaming her head off.

Finding the children, Voldemort took a minute to study each child. Rosie, the girl was asleep which surprise him, was on the chubby with messy red hair and freckles. She wasn't very cute. Then Voldemort looked at the boy, Harry. The child was awake and looking at him not in fear but curiosity. Instantly, he knew this was the Prophesized child. The child might be on the small side and weak looking but he could see the raw power within him. Unlike his sister the boy was a beautiful child with delicate dark brown hair that looked almost black hair and these intense green eyes that resembled the killing curse.

Looking at the boy, "I actually feel regret having to kill you but I can't allow you to live and one day destroy me. But I will give you as painless a death as possible" with that said, Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. All Harry did was look up at him with those intense eyes as if he knew what was going to happen.

Green eyes locked with red eyes for a moment before Voldemort cast the killing curse. As a jet of green light flew from the tip of the wand hitting the child in the forehead. The boy let out a gasp and a cry that echoed throughout the room before he fell still.

Still smirking Voldemort turned to finish off the other child, when he looked upon the boy who was previously lying still, only to see him become engulfed in a sphere of eerie green light and the lithe body lifted into the air. The globe of light grew until the sphere exploded. A powerful wind started up and magic surged around the room as the green light gathered into a powerful ball of energy and rushed towards the cloaked man. Not being able to avoid it, Voldemort was hit directly in his chest.

A horrifying scream of pain was forced from Voldemort's lips and Harry, who was now himself again watched the horrifying scene before him. As the light faded, Harry watched as Voldemort's flesh began melting away exposing muscles and tissue under skin that soon dissolved away. As it was no longer safe to occupy his body, Voldemort's soul or what was left of it was ripped from his body. A dark shadow with red eyes was all that was left of Voldemort as he fled the room but not all of him went. A piece of his soul was ripped from the other and attacked itself to Harry.

Harry's make went on the defensive trying to rid, itself of this foreign intruder. His magic reacted badly causing the house to shake, a nasty wind to fill it tossing furniture, destroying walls and the roof. A fire started downstairs and debris flew everywhere even the piece of the ceil that cut a V into Rosie's left cheek.

Harry was writhing on the bed as his magic tried to inject the soul fragment of Voldemort but the soul fragment feared its destruction to much and was able to infuse itself with Harry's soul. Weaken by reflecting the killing curse, Harry could stop it.

With the wind dying down, Harry checked on his sister. She was fine except for a small cut on her left cheek. At the moment his head was too foggy to comprehend anything, and his was very exhausted with a bad headache that was causing him problems. The headache was centered around on area on his forehead that the killing curse had hit him and Voldemort's soul fragment entered. Raising one of his small hands to his forehead to see if he could rub the pain away, he felt something wet and warm. When he pulled his hand away, it was covered in what he recognized as blood. Harry started to panic. He was injured! And no one was around to fix him! Harry remembered his mother always saying it was important to heal a cut as soon as possible so it wouldn't get infected. With this in mind, he placed one hand over the cut and thought of healing it, thought of what the smooth skin usually felt like and what he usually saw in the mirror. Harry felt a tingling sensation run through his fingers and into the cut a moment before the pain stopped. He ran a finger over it and felt nothing there. Relief was what Harry felt.

The wind had died down and the house had stopped shaking a few moments later. The few pieces of debris that had been floating around in the air settled back down onto the floor. Harry was still considerably frightened over the events that took place moments beforehand, and he could feel fatigue creeping up on him.

He wanted to do nothing more than to go to sleep but the smoke that started to fill the room. He needed to get them safety. Harry didn't know how but one moment they were in their bedroom and the next they were sitting in the front yard. Through half lidded eyes, Harry heard a few 'pops' followed by the appearance of his parents and Albus Dumbledore. A tired smile crossed his face as his parents rushed over to them and picked them up. Harry snuggled into the safety of his father's arms. Too content too have his parents with him, he didn't noticed Albus Dumbledore eyeing Rosie's cut cheek with interest or how his parents seemed to focus on the cut as well.

Feeling that everything would be alright now, Harry surrendered to the sleep and hoped that the bad man was just a dream, that all of this was a bad dream.

A/N: There's the first chapter. Please leave a review and I will try to answer any questions you may have. No flames! Constructive criticism only.