Disclaimer: If I actually was the author of Harry Potter I would probably publicating my stories for a lot of money and not on a internet site without profit. So needless to say, the story's new setting is mine, Harry Potter though, belongs to Rowling. I refuse to write this above every chapter, so this one notice applies to the whole story.
SLASH! WARNING! yeah, this is going to be malexmale. I don't believe in love at first sight or second sight for that matter, but I DO believe that once you find the right one the relationship will last. My Harry will somehow controversy and some might like him and some might not. You don't like the story, you don't read it.
Chapter Warnings: Violence, cursing, mild rape - story not for kiddies - , kids in my story will eventually grow up. Enjoy.
Harry Potter was a light wizard, there was no doubt in the peoples minds. They glorified his name, showered him with tittles of honor and told their children stories of their savior. Such is the way of the world and the ignorance of the masses.
Harry Potter had never been a light wizard. He was born grey as every magical child is born. Utter grey, for every child is pure and as such neutral, free to chose its path. Harry Potter was born to light wizards and they raised him with love and affection, buying him gifts and spending time of utter happiness with him. But it didn't last. Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort as he preferred to call himself, came in order to eliminate a potential threat to his reign of terror. He killed the father, who had taught and guided Harrys first flight on a broom. He killed the mother, right before the child's eyes, who had given live to him and read him stories of magic before he got to sleep.
Every child grows up at some point in life at the moment they lose their innocence. But no child should loose it so early on in his life and not in such a way. The baby in the crib watched as the man advanced on him and pointed his wand. Harry looked at his face with deadly calm. He understood that something irreparable had been done, that this man had left Harry all alone. He stood there unsmiling, but determination burned deep in these bright red eyes. Harry knew that the man would hurt him then. It wasn't something the man wanted to do, but at the same time he believed it was something that needed to be done.
Voldemort's mistake was he underestimated the child before him. Yes, he was but a child with simple thoughts and simple needs, but Harry was in no way stupid. He understood he would die in a moment. And he didn't want to die. He wanted to live.
Harrys magic welled up inside of him, but it didn't spill over nor did it get out of control. With Voldemort having his guard down, he didn't notice the accumulation of pure grey magic playing just underneath a thin layer of skin. The magic flowed through Harry and greeted him like an old friend. It pulsed through him, warped itself around his core, awaiting the blow.
So when the killing curse left Voldemort's wand, Harry was prepared. Magic collided with magic, waging a war inside Harry. It was only a quarter of a second, but to Harry it felt like years had gone by in cruciating pain. Voldemort was one of the strongest wizards alive, he was powerful, clever, cruel and above everything else he was dark. He had immersed himself into the dark arts so completely, there was no light magic in him any longer, so even light spells became dark spells under his will. The Avada Kedavra was pure cruel darkness. The spell left the body unharmed as it attacked your very core. It drained all the magic energy from his victim, returning it to earth and killed you from within.
A human could survive without magic, one could be born without, one could damage or destroy the core and still survive. But being drained of it, left you without life force as many call it. Others simply say energy. The victim had no energy left to have its heart thump, no energy to breathe, to move and so they died.
Magical shields are constructed protecting the body. Some protect more, some less, some protect from light magic and some from dark. None protect the core. Harrys magic though, concentrated on protecting that very core. As such even with the comparably little amount of power, Harry managed to hold his own. He nearly died from magical exhaustion, but he just barely managed. Voldemort had no chance to dodge, even if he would have been prepared for retaliation and so his curse on the other hand rebounded and destroyed his own core instead.
No one noticed anything amiss. They hailed Harry as a wonder child. They named him the Boy-Who-Lived and wrote books about his feat, thinking up various explanations, of those none came close to the truth of the matter. The unexplainable had happened and while everyone engaged in festivities and happiness, Albus Dumbledore, the proclaimed Lord of the Light, was terrified. Of course he had hoped that one day Harry would be powerful enough to defeat Voldemort, but not so soon. Not as a one year old baby and not in such an unexplainable way. Dumbledore was terrified of the power the boy wielded and so he decided, it would be better for the greater good if Harry grew up unknowing of the power he possessed. With muggles.
No wizard or witch would find him behind his powerful wards. He would hide him away and make sure that he grew up a normal child. Dumbledore explained his actions, stating that the savior needed protection, only Blood Wards could provide. There was no one to fight his decision, the parents dead, one other of the marauders dead, the other a werewolf and the last a traitor now rotting in Azkaban. Dumbledore didn't even press for a trial. Sirius was clearly guilty and he had too much on his plate as it was. The events of less than a week back still fresh in his mind.
And that is how Harry came to live in Privet Drive number four. He had saved the world and the world forgot him. Neither Dumbledore nor anyone else ever bothered checking up on him. Some witches and wizards came and greeted him and disappeared again. They never introduced themselves and never stayed for long. They never noticed that their savior was sleeping under a cupboard, malnourished and in clothes trice his size. Or if they noticed they decided to ignore it. They thought the clothes were a fashion statement and that he was naturally as skinny. They never visited his house and never got to know his relatives.
And so Harry Potter was left to his own devices, miserable because of a single foolish old mad, scared out of his wits. But the public trusted him, trusted Harry to be happy and safe, they misplaced their trust. And so the wounds on Harry never truly healed. No love was given to counter the sadness he felt remembering that night. And remember he did, clearly so. A lightening bold shaped scar on his temple, forever a reminiscence of his first fight and win. All too soon, his magic began to change.
Dumbledore had performed a scan on him that night and was only further confused when he saw that Harry was barely above a squib. He had checked two times more later on, but it always came with the same results. Harrys magic was slow to replenish, as it wasn't made to obey to one so young. In fact, it took until his forth birthday to fully come back and it only grew afterwards. It started showing itself three or five years earlier than usual in sudden outbursts of accidental magic. The Dursley's were scared and tried to starve, threaten and even beat the magic out of Harry. All to no avail.
Such were the events and despite Dumbledores schemes, at the tender age of five Harry was fully aware of the power he wielded. He was aware he was a wizard and finally managed to coax out the true story of his magical heritage out of his guardians. Too bad they didn't guard him properly as they should. Harry used his magic to escape, to avoid embarrassing situations and problems. And most importantly, he learned how to heal himself as a form pf self-preservation.
Each time the Dursley's beat him, he healed himself. First, it was barely enough to prevent himself from dying and it left him exhausted. Later, it became easier each time. He didn't need to do it in his cupboard under the stairs soon, he didn't need to do it at night, in order to rest from the magical exhaustion after. As soon as he was out of sight after a beating from Dudley and his friends he healed his bruises, cuts and sometime broken bones. The most he was proud of were his eyes. After a teacher at school noticed his eyesight worsening, she had immediately contacted the Dursley's. Harry had gotten glasses with the wrong prescription and a hard slap on the cheek for making them look bad. As if they didn't manage that all on their own. Harry hated the glasses and he was mad he got in trouble because a teacher just couldn't mind her own business. Of course, he immediately had healed the cheek, just as he always healed himself, so that most wounds were only a bother and annoyance in his life, but he was more annoyed by his teacher and those terrible glasses. She never cared for him before, so there was no use acting like it now. So that night when he went to bed and closed his eyes, he concentrated his magic on them. They prickled unpleasantly, still it was bearable. The next morning he no longer required glasses.
He informed his teacher, she had been wrong and that he was simply tired yesterday as it seemed, since he didn't need glasses this morning when he woke up. The teacher was perplexed and tested him. He got all letters right. His sight was at 0.9 instead and much better than normal. The letter of apology the teacher wrote, appeased his uncle and aunt greatly. So much that he had even gotten less chores.
Under such dire circumstances it was no wonder Harry Potter soon became a master at survival.
Harry learned it was better for him to mainly go unnoticed in the world for now. He learned how to heal himself from the injuries inflicted by 'Harry Hunting'. Harry would purposefully allow them to catch him from time to time and escaped to the library and other hiding places, such as the roof, at other times. He was also very smart, two or three years ahead of his peers, but he held back in tests and got purposefully worse grades than Dudley. He did his chores without complaint, quick and quiet.
And each night before sleep claimed him, Harry remembered how wonderful it felt, when his mother bowed down into his crib and placed a soft goodnight kiss on his temple, before tucking him under warm covers.
Harry was raised light and children often have a hard time becoming dark if they are not raised that way. That is why so many children got sorted into the houses their parents were in before, since they were raised by them, the children are bound to copy and adapt some personality traits their parents possessed. Harry thought barely remembered his parents. He found it lighter to remember in a mediating state of mind, clearing it of every thought, only concentrating on his early memories and impressions. Out of those, his father love for flying and his mothers love of books were the clearest memories. Harry remembered, how much he had loved flying himself and how much he had liked listening to his mothers voice.
So those were the only traits he inherited of them. Harry had no chance to fly, but even before concentrating on finding his early memories he had loved books. Libraries were his safe recluses. He loved the stories and knowledge printed in them and the smell of paper in in the air. So he read and learned and practiced his magic, while surviving his early years. Harry was expected to be a light magic wielder, he was supposed to be one, but growing up in an abusive household changes you. Harry was kind, but he was kind to pets and books and he rarely showed kindness to humans. Harry didn't trust humans.
And at the end of his third year of school, Harrys magic finally turned dark.
It was friday, the last work day of the week and children rushed out of the school building, hurried home to their parents. Harry though hated fridays. He also never rushed home. His curfew was fife o'clock and he always would waste time in a park nearby, before heading back to his aunts house. He only had a curfew because they wanted him to cook dinner anyway, otherwise they wouldn't bother.
Harry slowly made his way to his usual hang out. He was on edge because Dudley and his gang had left him alone for the most part of the week and that was more than unusual. He was enjoying the cool morning air playing with his hair and the quiet and calm of the park, before the rush during lunch in a few hours. He headed straight for his favorite spot, behind the trees, where he could observe but could not be seen as easily himself. He also liked it because it allowed him some privacy and alone time.
Relaxed and unsuspecting as he was, he was taken completely of guard, when two strong arm wrapped themselves around his torso.
"Got you!" He heard a boy, and there was no doubt it was one, shout out in joy. The bushes rustled and Dudley with three of his friends crept up from underneath it, grinning maliciously.
Normally, Harry would simply resign himself to his fate and get it over with. But today something inside him screamed of danger and he automatically began struggling against the hold. He dug his nails deep into the skin of the others arms, drawing blood and received the expected result. The boy yelped and let go of him. Unfortunately, he had four helpers and Harry was alone, so soon Harry was lying and coughing at the ground, holding his stomach. Another kick landed in his side.
"For good measure." Dudley grinned.
"Bastard! You will get it now!" Harry uncurled enough to look the unknown assaulter in the face. Only, he wasn't that unknown. Harry immediately recognized Jess. Although he was an upper-year, he occasionally hung out with Dudley and his gang to 'tutor' them. He was a bully himself and Dudley looked up to the thirteen-year old as some kind of hero.
"What do you want?" Harry felt a wave of pride, when he noticed his voice wasn't trembling. It sounded cold, indifferent, strong. Jess scowled.
"Oh, well. You see, Dudley had a bit of a problem. He complained that no matter that he and his friends did to you, you somehow always managed to escape unscathed. So he turned to me for advice." Jess grinned. "So I thought about it and told him that he was going about it all wrong. He was inflicting wounds on your body, but it's much more effective to inflict mental wounds. And I had a brilliant idea for that." Harry felt a sense of dread. He didn't like there this was going.
Jess was more troublesome than Dudley for the simple fact that he used his brains. Harry would have never gotten away with half the stuff he pulled, if it was Jess chasing him. Jess was scary because he was not only liked to hurt others but also knew how to go about it, so he got the desired effects.
"So what's that brilliant idea?" Harry kept his expression blank, his eyes unwavering and voice calm. Like they were discussing the weather and not the most effective way to break him. Jess frowned, clearly unhappy with his reaction.
Harry knew better than to show weakness. He had moulded and built his masks to strengthen his position. The moment a predator senses weakness, you lose. And Harry didn't want to lose. He was no prey. He intended to bid his time and waited for a escape route to open up for him. It always was there, it was only occasionally hard to see. To escape or catch someone, one needed to catch your enemy of guard. Like Jess did.
"My brilliant idea was...", he made a dramatic pause. "... was to use you to relieve some of my sexual tension." He grinned again. "I'm a growing boy and have needs. And you are going to assist me with that."
Harry was shocked. He needed a few seconds to process that sentence and what it implied and started shaking his head in denial.
"No. You can't do that. You wouldn't do that!" But of course he would. He will enjoy every minute of it too.. Harry jerked up, but before he could flee his classmates were already there, holding him down. They laughed at his futile attempts and only strengthened their hold, hurting him. Jess kneeled down by his legs and unbuttoned his trousers.
"Stop! I won't tell if you stop now, I promise! You won't get away with that! You will all go to jail!" Harry saw fear flash in their faces and dared to take hope when he was hit on his head and send back to the ground.
"Shut up! No one will believe you anyway, FREAK! Who would help you? Who will seek revenge for you? You don't have any parents and my parents won't help you!" Dudley barked and Harry saw that he was right. No one was going to help him, no one ever believed him. He was the freak. Harry saw the confidence return into the faces of his assaulters and Jess pulled his boxers down to his ankles.
At that moment Harry remembered another way to get help. He screamed. That startled his assaulters, they froze, but one of them had the presence of mind to press some clothing into his mouth. It muffled his cries and they died down in his throat. After a minute of waiting they allowed themselves to relax and Jess slapped him, hard.
"I should have seen that coming. But no one is coming and you would get less hut if you finally stopped struggling against it. I will punish you harder next time, Potter. What do you think, maybe I should allow the others a turn too? I wonder how you would feel, getting fucked in the ass by your own cousin?" Jesse whispered in his ear, rejoicing in the terror Harry knew was reflecting in his eyes. "Now, calm down. Just lie back and enjoy it." But there was no way he could enjoy it. Jesse took Harrys cock in his hand and began rubbing it. It felt disgusting and Harry wished he could be violently sick and scrub himself from head to toe, to get the imprints of their fingers off his skin.
Harry's traitorous body reacted to the rough and unexperienced ministrations and against his will, Harry felt his cock getting hard. Jess pulled down his own pants and boxers, his dick already aroused and hard near his own. Harry nearly suffocated at the fabric shoved into his mouth, completely repulsed by himself as he suddenly noticed a few tears spilling out of the corner of his eyes. That realization cleared the fog in his head. He never cried.
Harry hurt. He felt humiliated, exposed and some irrational part of him felt betrayed. He never liked Dudley but he would have never allowed something like this done to his cousin. Dudley was not only allowing it, he was helping and watching. His mind clear to enough to come to that realization, Harrys fear reclined and he realized he was angry. How dare they? How dare they hurt me? What have I ever done to them to deserve this? They have no right! I hate them! I want them hurt and in pain. This is rape! And no one will take revenge for me, no one will care. Adults never do! I don't want to feel so helpless. I'm not helpless. I was meant to dominate, to be in charge. I was born to rule not to be ruled! The tears didn't stop flowing, but this time they were tears brought forth by rightful rage.
And so Harry reached for his magic like the night he had killed Voldemort and it obeyed. He called it forth and directed it. Now he only needed it fulfill his intent. At that moment Harry felt a finger probe at his bottom. I WANT THEM TO HURT! Harry roared inside his head. His assaulters screamed up in pain, the finger gone.
Then he realized they screamed and someone was likely to hear them and come to check. He directed his magic again and gave it a meaning. A dome appeared around them and somehow Harry knew, his magic wouldn't allow any sound out and hid them from sight. He didn't want the adults to come and check. They would only give the five a slap on the wrist and allow them to continue doing that they liked. No, Harry would take his time and teach them pain. He would have his revenge. Harry watched Jess and Dudley and the other three convulse in pain and smiled.
Harry was in charge now, like he was always supposed to be.
"Aghhh...Stop! Please stop... ah-", inch for inch Harry forced his cock down Jesses asshole. It was tight, nearly too tight, but Harry was a child himself and his cock still small in comparison, so it fit. Jess was crying and begging underneath him and now Harry understood why Jess had gotten hard from watching Harry writhe under him. It was a show of dominance and strength. Harry had full control and was able to do as he liked with his prey. Another inch. Jess cried out and tears spilled from underneath his closed eyes.
"Don't you feel nice, Jessie? Come on, my cock is smaller than yours, it will feel good soon, won't it? You should know, you are an adolescent boy after all aren't you, Jesse?" Harry liked his dry lips in anticipation. He was nearly wholly inside by now and it felt great. He never imagined it would feel so... right. As if Jess's ass was meant to fit his cock. Yes, Jess's ass belonged to him now, just as his virginity. At the very least, he was sure the others ass virginity. I should point that out...
"Well, Jesse? Won't you take a look? You're clenching so hard as if you want me there. Your ass is really wan-tom. You should have listened to it earlier, but now I will be taking your first time." Jesse whimpered and sobbed quietly, refusing to open his eyes and clenching his lips together.
Finally, it was all in. Harry panted hard. It felt amazing. His blood rushed through his body, his magic flared and set everything on fire. He felt the magic pulse right underneath his skin, prickling, wanting to be released. But released where? Harry lifted his hand and stroked the now sagged dick of his partner. Jesse jerked and moaned loudly underneath the ministrations. Harry hadn't allowed Jesse to take his cock from behind. No he forced him to lie on his back, his legs spread apart like a woman, so that Harry could watch the reactions Jesse gave. He was interested in his newest interest, sex.
"Stop..hah-", he could barely speak, torn between the sensation of pain in his ass and pleasure in his dick. Soon enough his dick was up and lush again. He panted heavily, clutching his hands into the grass.
"Just look at you..ha-... you are so horny. You have a cock in your arse by the one you planned to rape and now you are panting for more... Tell me, Jesse, do you get off on that? Do you maybe like my cock? You do seem to have masochistic tendencies."
"NO! Get out... get out... I don't want this..." Jesse sobbed unable to cease reacting to Harrys hand.
"Oh? You don't look it. Besides you planned on me having that role you are playing now. I simply turned the tables. You should learn the consequences of your actions, Jesse. I am merely here to teach you." Harry licked his lips and looked down on Jesse. His cock twitched in anticipation and as response to the visual stimulation Jesse provided. Harry didn't think he had ever had fantasies of anything remotely related to sex, but he knew he would get hard every time he thought of this picture.
"You look great under me, Jesse, you know? Your lower half naked, and all spread out on your back, with your legs spread apart and my cock inside, up to my balls... You look like I imagine a whore to be, Jesse. You are my whore Jesse." Harry whispered the last part in his ear.
"No! I'm not AH!-" Harry didn't let him finish. In his mind he was right and Jesse simply refused to see. And Harry liked that too. He would break and mold him as he liked, but until then he would enjoy Jesses resistance. So he pulled out of him, holding him in place with both hands on his waist and forced his way inside again. Harry wanted to go faster and it definitely wasn't out of consideration for the other that he didn't. He just wanted to enjoy himself as long as he could and for that it would be better if he didn't hurt himself or Jesse. He fully intended to prolong this as long as he could.
But damn! Jesse was so deliciously tight. Harry moaned in his throat and smiled at the sensation of sliding inside again. It was so warm and soft and Jesses muscles spasmed around his cock, working his cock better than any hand could. He slid out again and in. Out and in. Jesse was loosened up enough now that Harry could finally fasten his pace. He supported his weight with his hands on the ground and developed a comfortable rhythm. Suddenly Jesse screamed out and arched his back. Harry stopped his rhythm to stare down on Jesse. He had his eyes open slightly and his mouth open, panting for air. His hair stuck to his front, drenched in sweat already, but that hadn't been that had stopped Harry. That scream had been a scream of pleasure. The first Jesse gave and he even stopped fighting and crying. Instead he looked like he wanted more. Harry smirked and leaned down to his ear.
"Tsk, tsk. Did you like that Jamie? You really do enjoy a cock in you tight arse, don't you? How about it Jammie, should I make it good for you? What would you like me to do with you?" He whispered close to Jesses ear. Involuntary the other shuddered and clenched his ass, giving Harry the exact response he was looking for. Out of instinct, Harry leaned closer and ran his tongue over the ear shell, and was delighted to hear the moan escaping Jesses lips. So the ears feel good huh... I wonder what else does... Harry leaned back again and observed the other rationally. Jesse obviously felt good from his dick being caressed, that much was obvious. Every boy liked that, so it would be easy to assume that most probably like it, to have their ear licked. The skin is sensitive and thin there. It is also varyingly sensitive on the neck... Harry leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue down Jesses neck. He heard Jesses breath hitch and he leaned his head back in response allowing better access. So the neck too...
That was when Harry noticed that Jesse began to come down from his hight. So he set the thoughts back for now and started his rhythm up again. Out and in. Jesse was comfortably loose by now and Harry settled for an even faster pace than before. He also decided to try different angles and slammed in hard, to see if he could get the same reaction again.
"AHHH!" Jesse shouted again with the same pleasure in his voice. Noting the angle, Harry stayed the same and hit that spot again.
"AHHHHH!" Even louder now, arching his back, Jesse writhed underneath Harry.
"So you like that particular spot... very well. Lets see." He maintained the angle and rhythmically slammed inside, using his whole body weight. All too soon Jesse ejaculated, breathing hard. Harry slammed a few more times and finally allowed himself to come down from his own hight. He took his cock out and dressed himself quickly. At that moment all that he wanted was to lie down and sleep, but they were still outside and the dome was starting to wear down his magic. Besides, he wasn't done taking revenge. With a lazy stretch, Harry picked up Jesses pants and tossed them over. The guy was about to get dressed when Harry remembered something.
"Wait up." He came over to the tense Jesse again. Jesse was feeling conflicted as he feared Harry and at the same time had learned to respect him. Not to mention that it had felt so good. His cheeks colored a deep red while Harry went down on his knees before him.
"Turn around on your knees and bend over. I want to do something to your ass." Without objecting Jesse willingly obeyed. He didn't like it, but a part of him had surrendered to Harry and was afraid of the consequences objections would cause.
Harry smirked when he saw Jesse instantly comply to his demands. Harry knew he had been good. He hadn't been nice to Jesse, but he had made the boy feel good and found the right line between fear and attraction. Jesse would need to be reminded from time to time, he suspected, but he would obey. On the other hand, Harry felt his cock twitch again in response to the visuals before him. Jesse down on his fours, his ass invitingly up in the air before Harry. Later... He was done with sex for the day, as nice as it was. Instead of his cock, Harry shoved his middle finger into the now loose hole. Jesse gasped and reflexively thrust back into the finger. He moaned loudly. Harry licked his lips excited again and concentrated on his task. He let the magic flow from inside him to Jesse. It was the first time Harry tried healing someone else, but he managed nicely. Soon the hole was as tight as in the beginning, all soreness gone and Harry removed his finger.
"You can go now. I trust you won't try something like this again?" Jesse nodded and didn't comment on his ass. He dressed quickly and was gone soon enough. Harry chuckled, proud with himself. Now, even if Jesse had enough courage to make accusations of being raped there would be no evidence on his body. Harry happily turned to the four sleeping bodies nearby to finish business.
"Tsk, time for you sweeties to wake up." With a thought it was done. Harry patiently waited while the four looked around disoriented till their eyes landed on him. They all paled to different degrees. One of them balked towards the playground, but Harry caught him before he left the dome. The next second Piers was convulsing on the ground screaming his lungs out in imagined pain.
"Piersie, you shouldn't do things like leaving your friends behind." Harry mockingly shook his head in disappointment as if chiding an unruly child. "You are all in this together and together you will pay the price for your actions." Harry grinned wickedly.
"You can't do this! I will tell mommy and dad about this, you freak! They will kick you out!" Dudley screeched.
"And what will you tell them? I could easily make you shut up." Harry inquired.
"Where is Jess?" One of the other two left asked timidly, all his bravery long gone.
"Dear Jessie? Oh, I made him spread his legs for me like a whore and fucked him into the ground. He looked quite nice with my cock buried in his ass, you know? I learned a lot today. I made him scream in pleasure." Harrys smirk transformed into a real fond smile. Yes, it was quite nice. He found he quite liked having sex. Sex with males to be precise and he liked being the one doing the fucking. Harry promised himself to study up on the subject. Without meaning to Jesse had showed Harry a method to easily subjugate others. And have fun while doing it. Harry felt nice and stretched and somehow full. He thought he wouldn't mind doing it again.
Looking at Harrys smile, a real smile, no one doubted his statement. They didn't have much foresight though. The next question was decisive.
"A-Are you... going to...", the kid gulped audibly and took a step back,"... fuck us too?", he chocked out finally. The already pale boys became a tad green in the face and one looked near to fainting. Harry dawdled a bit as if in thought and had them sweating.
"No." He finally relented. There was a collective breathe of relief. "Not because I am showing you mercy though. I don't want to fuck you, because you don't suit my tastes and I definitely don't want to have sex with my own cousin. As nice as it would feel to traumatize you like that Duds, I would probably have a mental trauma too, so thanks, but no thanks. Thats disgusting. Not much use in using such a double edged sword. But you're not off the hook. I'm going to give you pain."
The four boys just stared at him.
"Pain?" One of them had the courage to ask.
"Yes, pain. Don't worry you will find out soon enough. From now on I expect you to leave me be. If you try to hurt me again, I will shove a cane up your arse so you will learn that rape is wrong." Bit hypocritical there... "Get going now. You've stolen enough of my time. Oh, and Duddles." Dudley turned around again."One word to this to my so-called guardians and it will be something rougher than a cane." Dudley gulped, jerked a nod and fled with his friends. They would never talk of this day again.
Harry at the time laughed like never before. It felt as if a part of him suddenly became free and he had wings on his back. Harry leaned on his favorite tree and released the dome. Noise and impressions from outside flooded in, alas Harry couldn't care less. He closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of completeness and strength inside him and wickedly thought of the spell that cause Dudley and his gang unimaginable pain whenever they masturbated for the next year or so. Too bad he couldn't make it last longer.
After a while Harry decided he had spend enough time relaxing and headed for the library. He needed a few books on sex and he probably should look up a few interesting websites. Harry was definitely looking forward to his research.
What even Harry failed to realize at that point in time and only discovered two months later, was that his magic has gone to black on that day. Dark magic cursed through his body and Harry loved it. Dark did not make you evil, but you either were raised Dark or your experiences made you one of the Dark. It was the later for Harry Potter and it was to be Dumbledores most significant mistake in life. There was a reason Slytherin's were usually dark. Most of the abused, wicked, cruel children found there their home as they were accepted there for who they are and learned to control the most chaotic and strongest magic available. The Dark was a sirens song that stirred weak men into its depths. Only Harry was not lured there like many others. He made the choice to go dark, unwilling to forgive and only use magic for light. He had killed at age one already, abused the rest of his life, it was only a matter of time. Harry made the choice and took in the Dark.
But he didn't follow the Dark, the Dark followed him.
10,9,8,7,6,5... Harry slowly counted down. 4,3,2,1,... Happy Birthday, Harry. For a little while Harry allowed himself to imagine that was his mother beside him on the floor, wishing him a happy eleventh birthday, but the illusion was disturbed by a loud bang at the door. Vernon got out his riffle and shielded his family with his monstrous body.
BAM! The door came crashing down. The looming figure of a giant man stood in the doorframe with the waves clashing and a storm howling outside the small isle.
