Petunia Dursley had a good life.
She woke up to a silent house, her body warm from sleep before getting ready. Throwing on a summer dress, and heading down stair to find her nephew sitting on the couch staring at the telly.
Sneaking up on the young boy she snuck up behind him, before doing a playful roar noise as she grabbed her nephew. Lifting him into the air as she tickled the poor boy silly.
Harry the ever cheerful boy giggled his eyes glittering just like Lily, as his black messy hair shook wildly in his squirming. Looking oh so much like his father as he smiled, the same mischievous one he liked to show off.
She thought doing her best to ignore the ever present lightning bolt scar upon his forehead. Smothering the boy with kisses she brought him over to the kitchen sitting him down in a chair, and sliding it over to the stove to keep an eye on the boy as she cooked.
Firing up the stove it wasn't long before the scent of bacon overtook the house, as she did her best to explain cooking to the six year old as he chewed on his finger. However the boys scarily green eyes never wavered from her face, as he listened intently.
Once breakfast was done cooking she went upstairs and dragged her young boy down to the table. Patting them both on the head as she gave them their food. She roll an amused eye as she watched one boy scarf his food down like a starving man, while the ate slowly like some sort of food critic.
Sweeping a bit of hair blonde hair our of Dudley's hair she sighed in exasperation, as the boy pouted at her with his father's great blue eyes.
Eating her own food with the manner her parent had pounded into both her, and Lily's heads when they were younger. Cleaning off her plate she picked up the boys dirty dishes and set out to clean up the mess.
Toweling off her hands, she looked at the pair of arguing boys fondly, as they quarreled over some TV show. Probably over what pokemon was the best again.
Walking over to the boys she used the towel to wipe their mouths, uniting the boys as they both pouted at her in an utterly adorable fashion.
It was perfectly normal that she glomped the boys soon after.
She giggled as she watched her children play around with their toys. Harry running around with a toy Airplane while Dudley vroomed a van across the floor. Both of them occasionally trying to convince each other that theirs was better.
Eventually both got tired of toys cars and moved to the their toddler sized lego's. With Dudley building them as strong as can and harry doing his nest to knock them down afterwards, a game they called godzilla.
Attentively helping Dudley build or when they switched(Rarely as it was) Helping Harry build. Neither of them needing any help with destroying the construct.
She was mildly surprised to hear the door ring with an annoying trilling sound. Leaving the boys to their play she went to the door.
Wondering who it might be all the way.
Harry roared playfully as he imitated the fierce king of monsters, tearing away at his cousin's incredibly well built structure. As time went on it was getting harder and harder to break down what Dudley built. Although this only made it more fun for Harry.
Tearing at the plastic blocks he roared again as he he ripped off the top of the skyscraper imitation. Grinding away at the building he let out a triumphant roar when he finally tore away it's foundation.
Looking towards Aunt Tunia for assurance of his victory, only for confusion arise as he found she was no longer sitting with them. Turning towards Dudley he found his fellow child to be just as confused.
Looking around the room her found his aunty opening the door. A look of surprise on her face as she opened the door before she smiled.
His victorious feelings of warmth returning he ran after her. Dudley trailing behind him as he attacked his aunts leg.
"Aunty! Aunty! I won! I won! I even got to the bottom and everything!" he babbled happily. "Harry!" His aunty said exasperatedly. "Are you just going to ignore our visitor?" Blinking young boy looked out the door only to find-"Uncle!" he shouted jumping into his Uncle Vern-y's arms, Dudley following soon after.
Harry simply hugged the man as he picked them both up. Dudley babbling a bit as he hugged his Papa's arm. "Me and Harry were playing Godzilla and harry was all like *ROAR*, and my building went all *CRUMBLE* and it was so cool! and-"
The whale of a man that was his uncle simply chuckled beseechingly at his rather talkative child. Playfully laying a sloppy kiss on both of their foreheads.(although he took care to miss harry's scar)
Harry loosened one harm from his uncle embrace to wipe at his forehead with his sleeve, Dudley following suit as his Uncle chuckled. Aunt Tunia leaned forward and did something strange with her lips, on Uncle Vern-y's, that made Harry and Dudley groan in disgust.
"Now what do we deserve this early visit for? I wasn't expecting you until dinner Dear?" She said as his uncle put Dudley down, only to shuffle nervously as he looked at his wife. "Well I got a call and they said I could bring him by today…"
He could see his aunt's smile fade ever so unnoticably, as she rolled her eyes. "Vernon I thought we talked about this." she said in exasperation "Last month we said we'd take him, and everything that come afterword… even if it is a bit on the strange side." His uncle winced a bit at the last part. "Yes, yes, I know, I know." Uncle Vern-y said his hands up in a placating gesture. "This will be the last time and if it doesn't work than that's that. But I can't well stop now after all I was raised a christian man and it wouldn't do for me to stop trying so early."
His auntie sighed, as she sent her husband a look that said she would listen for now. "Come on deary I got a real good feeling about this one. They're real stand up people and they say it will work I want to give a shot." He said beseechingly
That seemed to have convinced his aunt, as she conceded to her husband. "Okay Vernon if you really believe this will help… But." She said her eyes full of steely metal things. "This will be the last time."
Uncle Vern-y nodded his head comically, shivering just the smallest amount from his auntie's look. She turned towards him and gave him a small hug and a kiss. "Now you and your uncle are going somewhere and I want you on your best behavior young man." she said with severe look.
Harry nodded in a similar manner to that of his uncle. Aunty Tunia rolled her eye's at them before taking Dudley into her arms. "Now Dudders Harry and Uncle are leaving. So let's say goodbye."
Dudley waved at Harry happily, yelling an exuberant "By By Harry!" as his uncle stepped out the door with Harry in hand.
Moving around Harry's booster seat with some quick maneuvering(And without putting Harry down). Harry was soon all buckled up in the front seat, as they set out onto the road.
Harry stared out the window watching trees and hills of the countryside fly by. He and his uncle singing a wheels on the bus as they drove on. Harry wasn't really sure how long they'd been driving but it must have almost an hour now.
The suburban area of Surry having long disappeared for hills and woodland. At some point harry must have fallen asleep as his uncle shook him awake. "Harry. Harry! We're here!" Yawning Harry put his hand up to be picked up. Uncle Vern-y smiled as he picked up the small boy.
Harry was much too tired to pay much attention, but the towering cathedral of the brick work church certainly held it for a bit.
'Oh so that's whats going on' thought the six year old, it had been a while since the last time it had happened. But occasionally his uncle would take him to one of these stuffy churches, where the priests would shout weird things at him, or throw water at him.
It wasn't all bad though, as that was how he'd met Father Mikey, and the ice cream he always got afterwards was great!
Sniffing a bit he buried his head into his uncle's chest and, day dreamed about flying motorcycles, and green skies.
Next thing he knew his uncle was shaking him awake, looking around blearily, the six year old found himself in what looked to be a church proper. Only for his uncle to call his attention a reassuring smile on the man's face as he stared down at the boy in his arms.
"Now Harry I'm going to leave you with Father Perfide, and I want you to be on your best behavior, ok?" Vernon said sternly, Harry looked to this "Father" Perfide only to find a tall man with pale blond hair, and clerical clothing. The man looked young-maybe in his late 20's- with brown eyes sparkling with something some would call youth.
Harry felt himself go on edge as the smiled at him, he didn't know why the smile was quite genuine, nor was it cold, and it most certainly reached the man's eyes.
But something about it seamed false, like the man had sewn a face over his own in order to hide. But Harry was tired and didn't think much about it. Simply nodding to his uncle and asking tiredly. "You'll come back?"
His uncle smiled down at Harry, and answered honestly. "Yes Harry I'll come back. Now I have to go back to work okay?" Harry nodded smiling, even as the father moved behind. "Now harry of course I assure I'll make sure you get home okay."
Harry waved goodbye to his uncle as he walked away basking in the warm bubbly feeling in his chest as he felt the truth in his words. The priest said, patting him on the back comfortingly. "No need to worry, he'll be back before you know it."
All warmth left his body at the priest's words, why?
Cause he could feel the lie in them.
Such were the last thoughts of Harry potter before the feeling of a cloth covered his mouth, and the world went dark.
When Harry woke next, the world was blurry, and indistinct. All sound was drowned out in what seemed to be the roar of waves. His head hurt like someone was shoving a hot pike into his brain. It was so painful, that it took him a long moment to notice that there were people around him.
They were wearing purple robes with black designs, with only strange masks and hoods to protect their identities. Four braziers were the only light in the room, making it impossible to see the walls, or the ceiling.
His mind unable to connect any of this together as he tried to nurse his headache only to find chains around his hands and feet.
Then the world blurred again, only coming to focus after what seemed to be hours. The strange people chanting in a even stranger language. Harry started to panic, unable to understand what was going on, crying like the child he was as the chanting hit a high note. every word acting like a nail shoved into his skull.
"Nihil est juramento potestatem nostram invoca da fortitudinem tuam et invocáto"
Harry didn't understand so he cried and screamed, anxious anxiety and overwhelming panic leading him to cry and scream endlessly.
Especially when one of the strange people drew a knife from within his robes. The chanting reaching an all time high as the man shouted.
"Magister mortis vocat ad hallowe accipe sacrificium!"
The man said bringing down the knife, and sending directly into Harry's heart.
Harry gasped air gulping air into his lungs as his hands clambered over harsh fashioned, black rock. His heart beating like a stampede, as tried to calm himself. Checking over his hands for shackles(Just to make sure), and his hands wandering his chest looking for knives, only to gasp in fear when his hands felt the handle of a common kitchen knife embedded in his chest.
His first thoughts were to get it out, as he clawed and tore at the handle only to find it rooted in his heart. Crying and fear, and panic at his failure he tried to stand.
Climbing to his feet he Smothered the panic, that tried to suffocate him and did his best to turn his attention to other problems.
For one where was he?
Searching the area he found himself on a what appeared to be a floating black platform. It was made of a strange almost unearthly rock, and when he looked towards the edge he found only void waiting for him.
Scampering himself back from the edge with his hands, fearfully as if looking would cause the platform to drop out of the sky. Only to bump into a path that he was sure hadn't been there before.
Looking at the path he could see the end, only about ten twenty feet away, lay a large black pillar. Something nudged the back of his mind. He needed to go there, or he… or he was going to die.
So the seven year old stumbled over the black substance, tripping and uncoordinated. His skin feeling like it belonged to someone else as he tumbled into a railing that he was sure hadn't been there previously.
As he walked his skin felt like it was starting to itch, his muscles strained and his bones ached in a way he was unfamiliar with. It was as if something was judging him and it's very gaze was causing this strain.
By the time the pillar was close enough to touch, the railing had faded away, and he had finally caught his breath.
Looking at the pillar he found himself fascinated by it's every amazing shape and wondrous curve. He reached out to touch it, like a child in the face of a fire. Only for the pillar to start dissolving into a black and gold powder. Swirling and churning over the place where the pillar once was, before it halted.
Like a breeze stopping mid motion, then it started again, but this time the dust floated away, caught in a wind that Harry could not feel.
He watched it float away, disappearing off into the distant void. He was momentarily disappointed by this before something caught his eye.
Gasping in wonder Harry found a throne made of the same black material as everything else, with gold etching covering it, in the pillar's place. Trailing the one of the gold engravings with his hand. Harry wanted to sit in the throne… but something felt like it was preventing him.
It was a strange feeling, like something was stuck in his chest… wait a minute.
The knife that was what stopping him!
In an almost absentminded action He grasped the knife's handle, and pulled. It slid out smoothly, this time. His blood still covering it as the feeling disappeared, and he sat upon the throne.
A shockwave rippled out from the throne. In the real world Werewolves howled, Whales rose to the surface singing their songs, the strange robed people, a part of a cult, slit their own throats.
The Void reverberated throughout reality spreading it's influence over the world and wiping away some odd, cosmic atrophy that had token hold of it. In the coming month the world would find whale populations sky rocketing, and strange charms floating ashore. Dreams of place filled with darkness and strange floating places, would haunt magical's for months before seemingly disappearing.
Wizards everywhere disregarded this sign, all but a rare few thinking it unimportant.
And as Harry sat on his throne in the void his hand idly twirling the knife that had made him a God.
However through all of this the void slinked around the hole within Harry's very heart, and did what the void did best…
And seeped in through the cracks...