Harry rested in his cupboard, tears in his eyes, wondering why his relatives treated him so badly.
"They are jealous of you Harry, they know your potential and fear it" a whisper rang through the young boy's head, speaking softly and kindly.
Harry's head snaps around, looking for the source of the voice, unable to spot anything he tentatively whispers, hoping the voice will hear him, but dreading that his relatives might too. "Who are you? Why can't i see you?"
"Magic, and i can teach you, i can give you the power to survive, i can teach you to make your aunt treat you properly."
"B... But uncle Vernon says magic isn't real!" The boy almost blurts, cutting off to a whisper as he realises his mistake, luckily his relatives aren't close enough to hear his quickly cut off noise.
"Your uncle is lying, he tries to weaken you, stop you from becoming powerful enough to stand up for yourself."
The boy considers the voice, something felt wrong to the boy, but then again, the voice was kind and soft, a tone he had never had directed at him before. His aunt and uncle had used it with Dudley before though, and they always treated Dudley well. It was that most of all that made Harry's decision. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
Over the next weeks Harry followed the voice's instructions, he experimented and ten days after he first heard the voice he was able to will his cupboard door unlocked to sneak out and steal food from the fridge.
Harry's lessons progressed under the tutelage of the voice until Harry's sixth birthday, when he was informed that to progress anymore he would need a wand, free of the "pesky tracking charms" found on a legitimately obtained wand.
It was for this purpose that harry slipped away from school the moment his teacher's back was turned in order to deal with a tantrum from the ever spoiled Dudley.
Following the voice's instructions he found a secluded spot and began to focus on the image the voice was describing. Moments late he appeared, bawling his eyes out in the leaky cauldron, scar hidden by some makeup he had stolen from his aunt that morning.
Tom the bartender started when a scruffy child in muggle clothing appeared in the middle of his pub wailing and crying.
After a few moments of being comforted Harry seemed to begin to calm down, looking around as if confused as to how he got here, in reality he was assessing his surroundings, looking for the things he needed.
After a few moments he spotted what he was looking for, in his rush to make sure Harry was okay Tom had left his wand upon the bar. A slight twitch of magic and the wand flew to Harry's hand, safely out of the bartender's line of sight.
As the wand touched Harry's hand he felt himself move and speak, almost as if the voice was controlling him, a twitch of his wrist and out of the wand flew a red light, stunning the bartender, followed by another spell, wiping the bartender's memories of a child appearing in his bar on a quiet Tuesday afternoon.
Regaining control of himself as he arrived outside the bar in the alley behind he followed the voice's commands, it took a few tries to cast the required spell over himself, feeling as if he had broken an egg over himself as he disappeared from view.
The voice's next instructions had him climbing up on a bin and reaching out to tap his stolen wand against the wall, causing it to open, revealing Diagon alley to the stunned child.
After getting over his awe the voice directed him down a side alley, directing him past Borgin and Burkes and onto a small shady store.
"Follow my instructions very carefully; if you mess up here you'll never be able to get the things that you deserve. You need to point your wand at him and speak the spell while focusing on a desire for him to do as you wish, but make sure you don't mispronounce it, after me, 'imperio'"
"Imperio" the boy repeated, and he felt the man's will fighting his.
"Good, now direct him to help you find a wand."
Harry mentally nodded, issuing the required command, and following as he was led into a back room.
After a while of trying various wands, Harry found one that was a match, Hawthorn and dragon heart-string, pointing his new wand at the man he followed the voice's instruction and intoned "Avada Kedavra", the man dropped dead, Harry turned, and disillusioning himself with his new wand, snuck out of the alley, leaving a snapped wand in the bar as he slipped past Tom.
"Where have you been boy?" Vernon Dursley demanded as Harry enters through the front door, too angry to remember that he had tried to lock harry out as he lacks a key. "We feed you and put clothes on your back and you show your gratitude by running away from school?"
Harry watched Vernon's rant with a faint smirk, things were about to change, so he could allow his uncle one last rant.
Harry followed the voice's commands, allowing his hatred to boil up inside, focusing on his desire to hurt his uncle like he had been made to suffer all these years. "Things are going to change around here, 'crucio'."
Harry's wand raised and pointed at Vernon who sneered before screaming louder than he had ever screamed before. Yes, things where sure to change, but would it be for the better?
Authors note:
this is my first attempt at fanfiction that has ever gone past my laptop, i wrote it as i enjoy writing evil characters, and wanted to write a story where harry would be the villain as opposed to a hero.