Like a Horcux
Sum: Some people might think that having a horcux in one's forehead could cause mood swings, odd powers, and suspiciously timed headaches. Slythrine Harry.
Hello everyone. I'm going though everything on my computer and posting what I don't think is crap.
Doesn't everyone need an awesome Harry Fanfic?
Disclaimer: I own nothing and never will!
Warning for slash in later chapters
(This story was called Made and Marked and this was the old summery.)
Sum: This is a story in which Voldemort not only marked Harry Potter as his equal, but made him his equal as well. Stronger, smarter, and darker Harry. With some Draco/ Harry in there. Will be fluffy as it starts with first year.
(After rereading my story I deiced to change the direction it was going in. I might still have some Harry/Draco in here I'm not certain yet.)
Chapter one: Strange things.
Harry was 5 when as he was pulling weeds from the garden like his Aunt had told him to he remembered something. Only it wasn't really remembering because he was sure he hadn't known this before. It was more of a realization, but it felt like remembering. If the feeling it's self was odd that was nothing compared to what he had, but hadn't remembered. We shall say that he had suddenly known he could talk to snakes.
Of course this was a very silly and unpractical thought. His Aunt and Uncle did not like things that were silly or unpractical. Still he was so sure that he could talk to them that he decided that he would keep an eye out for one and if he saw one well it wouldn't hurt anyone if he attempted a pleasant hello to the snake. With that thought in mind he went back to weeding.
It was only a few days later when in the garden again he saw a green snake sunning itself on a rock. "Excuse me. Beg your pardon, but I was wondering if you could understand me?" He asked as politely as possible. " Of courssse I can underssstand you… What I don't undersssstand is why you are disssstrubing my nap…Hisssss." The snake had a female voice in a way and Harry found that to be rather odd, however say he was the one talking to the snake he really shouldn't be talking about odd things. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just I've never talked to a snake before and I was wondering if I could. I'll leave you to your nap then. Have a nice day." Harry decided to speak with the snake when she was less grumpy so he left. As he went back into the house he might have heard her say. "A human?. I wasss talking to a human! I must have been dreaming, that or I'm getting old….Hisssss."
Harry was 6 when he could move objects at will. He could also light things on fire. The snakes he had made friends with over the year had suggested that he not inform his Aunt or Uncle of such things as they might react similar to the time when he had hinted that he could talk to snakes and had thoughtfully asked Dudley if he would like to see them. For people who disliked anything unordinary the Durdslys were very over dramatic people and this was never a good thing for Harry.
When Harry was 7 he began to realize just how unusual and disturbingly powerful he was. He had not meant to do it to Ms. Figg. It was a very normal day really the only different was that the Durdlys had left somewhere for the weekend leaving Harry to suffer with Ms. Figg as she showed him her cats, again, and again, and again. It was very strange. Harry had grown very still and a calming confident feeling had swept though him. "Put the pictures down." Harry said his voice sounding strange to his own ears. Ms. Figg's eyes seemed to glass over she had abruptly stopped speaking and she place the picture of her beloved cats on the floor.
Harry stared at her for a while she seemed to be in a trance. Fighting down his panic he spoke quickly. "Pick up your pictures and put them away, then go in to your room with some of your cats amuse yourself for a few hours then come back out. You won't remember that I have told you any of this and you will never show me any more pictures of your cats again." She obeyed him without a sound. It was eerie, but that clam confident feeling was still there and he liked that feeling.
Years passed. Things changed. Harry now slept in the second bedroom. He grew taller and gained weight, nothing close to Dudley's, but a healthy weight. He still did chores, but now so did Dudley in fact Dudley and Harry were treated almost the same at least as far as chores and privileges were concerned. Sometimes it bothered Harry that his Aunt and Uncle hated him. It had not bothered him before, but now that he had made him treat him better it hurt to see them say something civil to him while their eyes spoke of the pain they wanted to cause him. He had tried to force them to love him like they did Dudley, but it came across as much too fake so Harry stuck with civil.
Things were better with Dudley actually. He seemed to treat Harry better on his own when he saw his parents acting good to him. Harry hadn't touched Dudley. He wanted someone to not hate him without being brainwashed or mind controlled or whatever it was he could do to people. To Harry's glee it had slowly worked. The kids at school had followed Dudley's led so when he stopped hating Harry Potter so did most of his school mates. Harry could almost say he had friends. At least he had people that would include him in conversations from time to time.
So things had greatly improved for Harry by the time he turned 11. In fact he was a very different Harry Potter that opened his Hogwarts letter at the breakfast table and informed his Aunt that at her earliest convince she would be talking him to Diagon ally.
So what does everyone think? Should I keep going or trash it?
