AN 03November2011 new version; betaied
Summary: Sirius's death brings to Harry desires that he never thought to have before: desires to hurt, abuse… kill. In order for Harry to learn how to control his sudden desire to hurt outsiders, he must change his life; but will he manage to do it?
Spoilers: If you don't know the books from HP, go read them! Read at least through the 5th book: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Disclaimer: I have no right to any character; they belong to JK Rowling.
Beta: LunaPuff
Pairing/s in this chapter: There are none for now; but when one appears, I will immediately post it.
Warnings in this chapter: Time-travel fic, death, slight torture
Ner words in this chapter: 1.035
"Talking"
'Thinking'
-Parseltongue-
Dream / Dream / Memory / Parchment / Book / Letter
Chapter I
–I'll Kill Her!–
Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light; he was laughing at her.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing - Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second…
But Sirius did not reappear.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. "SIRIUS!"
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out…
But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry -"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"- it's too late, Harry."
"We can still reach him -" Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go…
"There's nothing you can do, Harry… nothing… he's gone."
…
"SHE KILLED SIRIUS!" bellowed Harry. "SHE KILLED HIM I'LL KILL HER!"
Harry ran after Bellatrix, which was around there did not matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the front steps for the murder of his godfather. Finally they stopped and Harry found himself crouching behind statues, listening.
"Come out, come out, little Harry!" she called in her mock baby voice. "What did you come after me for, then? I thought you were here to avenge my dear cousin!"
"I am!" shouted Harry.
"Aaaaaah… did you love him, little baby Potter?"
Hatred rose in Harry such as he had never known before; he flung himself out from behind the fountain and bellowed, "Crucio!"
Bellatrix screamed.
"Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?" she yelled. She had abandoned her baby voice now. "You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain - to enjoy it - righteous anger won't hurt me for long - I'll show you how it is done, shall I? I'll give you a lesson -"
…
His scar seared and burned… the pain of it was making his eyes stream…
"No!" she screamed. "It isn't true, you're lying! MASTER, I TRIED, I TRIED - DO NOT PUNISH ME"
"Don't waste your breath!" yelled Harry, his eyes screwed up against the pain in his scar, now more terrible than ever. "He can't hear you from here!"
"Can't I, Potter?" said a high, cold voice.
Harry opened his eyes.
Tall, thin and black-hooded, his terrible snakelike face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit-pupilled eyes staring… Lord Voldemort had appeared in the middle of the hall, his wand pointing at Harry who stood frozen, quite unable to move.
…
Harry continued to shake on the ground after Voldemort left his body in a state of half consciousness. He heard Voldemort speak at his side, Harry did not bother to try to understand. He knew he was going to kill him, was now, Voldemort would kill him. He didn't care, he accepted it very well, only regretted not having been able to killed Bellatrix when he could.
He heard another voice, that of Dumbledore. There was no spells or anything around him, Dumbledore and Voldemort were just talking... 'Wait, WHAT?'
Harry tried to open his eyes but still could not control his body, then something knelt a knee beside him and grabbed him, taking him in his arms:
"Come on, Mr. Potter. Hold up, everything will be fine! "
Harry had never heard that voice, but he accepted it, finally calming. When he opened his eyes, Dumbledore and Voldemort were in the same place wands raised, although neither of them were reacting, they were astonished. Harry looks at the Man who he was in arms. The Man looked at Harry and smiled, then turned back to Voldemort and said:
"How much longer will stand there looking at each other? Kill each other at once!"
Harry looked at them over the Man's shoulder and at that time, Dumbledore seemed to awaken.
"Protego!" Harry had never thought to say this before but was glad to have been protected, him and the Man who caught him in the arms, by Voldemort of Dumbledore.
Voldemort made an intention to follow the two, but the Man had other ideas.
"No, go home! Save your Death Eater, we'll see each other soon!" and, with that, Harry saw himself entering into the fireplace where the sorcerers came.
Harry woke up. There was something strange about all of this happening. He had fallen asleep right after the man had materialized, but could not remember his face. He did remember that the man had his eyes: emerald eyes that Harry had inherited from his mother.
"Are you okay?"
Harry opened his eyes and looked at the man beside him. He sat by Harry's side with Daily Prophet in his hands. The man was smiling at him, but the smile was no longer warm; it was cold and calculating.
"Who are you?"
The man laughed, and a surprised Harry arched an eyebrow. The man was enjoying his expression, for sure. He got up and went to a window looking onto the street.
"Sorry, Harry. But I suppose we both know who I am." The man looked back at Harry, tilting his head to one side.
"It can't be... it's impossible..." Harry stood up, looking for the man who took the glamour that surrounded him and became an adult form of Harry.
Here it is. I apologize to everyone who read the book, but I had to insert it to change the end.
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