Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
I was listening to Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, and this popped up. if anyone wants it to be a story and not a one shot, tell me.
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'What have I done?' Harry Potter thought as he stared at his remaining family's mauled bodies. 'I can't control myself…'
'Look at this animal you have become.' a nasty voice in the back of his head sneered, 'No one wants you anymore, no one will help you. And don't worry, there's no escaping this hell.'
'But it's not the real me!'
'Does it matter?'
"SOMEBODY HELP ME! I CAN'T ESCAPE MYSELF!" Harry screamed out loud, grabbing his head in blood covered hands and falling to his knees as tears leaked from his eyes. There was no other option left. He had to run, there was no hiding what his body had done.
Yes, his body. Harry hadn't done this, he knew he hadn't. He couldn't even remember what had triggered this…this…he couldn't even say it. One minute he had been walking down the stairs, then he had woken up standing in front of the Dursley's mauled bodies, their blood all over him, but mostly on his hands. His body had ripped them apart, literally.
'Too late. Not only did you kill them, but if you go to the kitchen, you'll find your lycanthropic friend scattered here and there. No one will come to your rescue until his shift is over. Even then, are you sure you want them to see what you have become?'
'No…no…you son of a bitch! YOU made me do this, didn't you!?' Harry thought numbly to the voice, a spark of anger piercing it's way through the empty nothingness. Running on automatic, Harry went upstairs, grabbed some clothes, and walked out the door.
He needed to find a way to get through this nightmare. There was something inside him that he couldn't control, and he needed to find out what it was.
'You silly boy,' the voice laughed merrily, clearly overjoyed to see Harry in such pain. 'I'm the darker side of you. I am you. You've been so good that you made me separate from you. In times of desperation, I come out. When you sleep, I come out. When you cruciod Bellatrix, I was the one influencing you. If you fight me, you fight yourself.'
Harry tried his best to ignore what was so obviously true as he walked down the street. No one needed to see the darker side of him. No one needed to see the animal he had become.