Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue me no own, so you no sue.

Summary: The whole wizarding world is tipped upside down as a new Dark Lord emerges from the shadows, calling himself, 'Lord Thanatos'. Many people, once thought to be 'light' are turning to the dark side, to the new powerful Lord. Seems Dumbledore messed up a lot this time. Dark Lord!Necromancer!Sadistic!Intellegent!Independant!BAMF!Harry Potter.

Warnings: Sadism, torture scenes, murder, betrayal, Dumbles-bashing, Ron bashing, Hermione bashing, (some)OOC characters.

Date Published: 9/11/15

Word Count:

A/N: Hi! Name is Diana-Rose, and this story is unbetaed =D Enjoy.

Chapter 1

"Freak!" The purple face man roared, throwing the teen across the room. Harry inhaled a sharp breath as he felt few more ribs cracked. Vernon snarled; spit hitting the young wizard in the face. Harry flinched, drawing his legs into himself, not daring to make a sound. The man curled his lip up in disgust at the bruised boy.

"I expect you'll make breakfast tomorrow boy." His uncle hissed with venom.

Harry got a hard look in his emerald eyes, "I can barely move-"

"SHUT IT!" Vernon screamed at the boy. Harry shrunk into himself more, as the man pulled off his belt. Harry whimpered as it was thrust at his back, causing large welts.

When Harry woke up light blinded him, and an old Mickey Mouse alarm clock showed him the time as 10:31. He looked down and curled his lip in disgust; he was lying in a pool of his own blood. As he tried to get up- his back protested and burned, causing Harry to close his eyes in pain and shock, he was sure it hadn't hurt this much last time.

Harry shifted tenderly against the wall, so he was sitting up, then glanced down at his wrist that was surely broken. Fury at his uncle, at Dumbledore, and at his own incompetence boiled his blood, and made his heart burn. Magic surged through the air, held back from destroying everything by its master's strong will.

He breathed in shallow gasps, then focused his magic on healing his ribs. He bit back a curse as the ribs were shoved back into place and healed, like they had never been broken before- which they had, several times. He commanded his magic to partially heal his back it would be suspicious if they were gone to soon. He smiled sadly as he magic tried to comfort him, like it had so many times before, and healed his wrist. He knew the bruises weren't important, Vernon would be furious if they were gone anyway.

"One day Vernon is going to go too far- and the whole wizarding world will be lunged into despair, blaming Dumbledore." Harry mumbled with a smile. He was glad he'd mastered wandless magic, on his own. No one knew, and that was how he wanted it to stay- for now.

"BOY!" Aunt Petunia's shrilly voice called.

Harry sagged against the wall then rolled his eyes, "Coming!" His voice was hoarse from all the screaming. He was partially annoyed his uncle had discovered his ability to cast the silencing spell by accident, and took great pleasure in torturing him.

He walked over to the door sluggishly, and opened it, making his way downstairs. Dudley shot him a concerned look- he must look really bad if his cousin looked concerned. He walked into the kitchen where his horse faced aunt was cooking breakfast.

"Better not burn it freak." She hissed. Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes, "Yes Aunt Petunia."

Harry scowled at her as she stomped out of the kitchen, hating muggles more and more each minute.

Harry willed his magic to watch the cooking, while he leant back on the cupboard door, closing his eyes.

Harry was disappointed and disgusted with the Headmaster of Hogwarts, at trying to suppress Harry's magic and power. Anger boiled under his skin and in his blood, he had no right to do such a thing- in fact, it was illegal!

Harry's magic hummed, calming him as it served bacon and eggs on the plates. Harry smirked at the image of Petunia and Vernon walking on it, then frowned. No doubt he'd get punished, no food for days, and certainly no peace.

He grabbed the plates, quietly thanking his magic, and walked silently to the dining table where the Dursley's were waiting. Dudley winced and lowered his gaze, and Petunia shot him a snotty look, while Vernon ignored him.

Dudley smiled gratefully at Harry, careful his father didn't see. Harry nodded, turning his back to retrieve the food he'd (or his magic) had saved for him.

Someone anonymous had been sending him books on wandless magic, meditation, animagus transformations and some books on…neutral magic. Harry suspected it was Remus, sending him Sirius' stuff.

As he collected his food he heard Vernon burp loudly. Disgusting muggles, Harry though with venom as he climbed the steep steps. He turned into his room, careful not to slam it- although that was the only thing he wanted to do.

He quickly gobbled down his breakfast, lest his relatives come up and find the food. He glanced at the bared window, glad it had been big enough to fit Hedwig through.

He then glanced down at the body of his first friend, and the disgust he felt for the muggles increase, making him want to vomit.

He closed his eyes, imagining his body shaping into his animagus form, a shadow phoenix. Shadow phoenixes were notorious for dark arts and death. The ministry was terrified of the species of magical bird, and would leave them alone out of fear. However, powerful Dark wizards sought Shadow phoenixes out, and if found, the phoenix would be treated as royalty.

Harry opened his emerald green eyes, and glanced at his marvellous plumage; long ebony black; tail feathers and wings, dark purple; beak, talons and a scattered few feathers on his chest. He raised his elegant wings, and lunged into the air, straight at the barred window. He twisted just at the right time and was out! Air under his wings propelled him into the air, and he chirped as he smoothly swum through the sky. Harry let out a trill of joy and zoomed through the air, nothing but a black blur to muggles.

As he reached London he flew over Diagon Alley, causing many gasps as he began song.

He sung about his pain, his betrayed trust, his loneliness. He sung about his freedom, his desire to be free, his desire to be understood and accepted. Some people ran as they saw him, but some staid for the song, gaping in wonder.

He flew, and flew and flew and flew. Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster! The steady beat of his wings kept in time with his heart, blood rushing into his veins with new fervour.

He knew he'd flown for a long time, but he didn't realise how far he'd gone, as his wings began to lose his Adrenalin and slowly sink towards Malfoy manor. He let out a trill of despair, as he began to plummet down at the picnicking family.

Draco Malfoy happened to look up just the time, where the wind caught him. He sang out his pleasure and surprise at being caught. Somehow he had a feeling Draco had something to do with his slowed his descent.

The family gaped openly at him as he tumbled into their blanket with an undignified squawk. Lucius gawked at him, while Draco smiled and bowed his head slightly, "Hello Lord, what brings you here? Are you hurt?" Harry fixed his emerald green eyes on Draco's grey ones, laying one wing out to his side- and turning to show them his back. He seemed to be saying, Nuh duh. Narcissa gasped in shock, "Oh you poor thing!"

Harry turned to her at once, hissing angrily. She recoiled, "I- I'm sorry." Draco placed a hand on Harry's flank, which Harry allowed reluctantly.

"Would you like Draco to tend to your wounds mighty Phoenix?" Lucius inquired softly.

Harry sniffed in annoyance at Narcissa, and flapped onto Draco's shoulder, nodding once. Harry would take the boy over the father any day.

"He can probably tell you're an air elemental son." Lucius said knowledgeably, while Harry preened his feathers, still embarrassed by the whole 'poor thing' comment.

Draco stood up shakily, careful the phoenix didn't lose balance, and began walking in a fast gait. Harry made up his mind- if he were to truly escape the Dursley's he would need somewhere to live. Even if he had to Imperius the bloody Malfoy to agree to let him live there for the rest of the summer- he would show Draco his human form.

All the while he had been pondering- Draco had reached his room. The teenager grasped Harry gently, which caused a hiss of annoyance, and placed him on the bed with a promise of, "I'll be back in a second- will you be alright?"

Harry gave Draco a skeptical glare and the young Malfoy took it as a yes.

As he left, Harry focused on his human form. His messy ebony black hair, his smallish ears and so on. Soon his body began to tingle, his magic engulfing the whole room. Harry barely even noticed when Draco came into the room.

He opened his eyes- once again human, a little bit nude. Harry grinned at Draco's astonished gaze, then the smiled fell as his eyebrow raised as Draco Malfoy fell to his knees, head bowed, "My Lord." He breathed, his eyes wide and excited.