Before anyone says anything, I will be making this all take place during current time so yes, there will be iPods, there will be Xbox 360's and Ps4's. This was an idea that came to me while listening to Nobody's
Praying for Me by Seether, and helped along with Catch Fire by Jenix.

The four cursed eyes, the Alpha Stigma, the Ebra Crypt, the Will Heim, and the Lino Doue. The ability to analyze and understand all magic, the power to look inside others dreams, the ability to see others strengths and weaknesses, and the power to absorb magic and heal yourself at the price of human life. Each of the four cursed eyes while powerful, have weaknesses. The Alpha Stigma causes insanity. The Ebra Crypt leaves the user physically weak. Will Heim makes the user see themselves as weak, and they start to hate everyone around them due to jealousy. Lino Doue bearers believe themselves to be invincible and tend to make more mistakes, resulting in death.

Listen to my voice…

A small infant not even birthed sat in its mothers stomach. The baby was aware that it was going to leave this small place soon. A week or so left, not that the infant knew how to tell time yet.

Devour…

The infant began to feel hungry. This food that it was being fed through something that was attached to it just wouldn't do. It bit the walls surround it. Yummy…

Take the lives of others to become stronger…

The infant began to eat ravenously at the inner walls of the woman he was in.

"JAMES!" shrieked a red haired woman.

"Lily? What's wrong?" James Potter, Head of House Potter, came rushing down the stairs.

"My stomach hurts... I think something is wrong with the baby." She said. Her bulging stomach was squirming around alarmingly.

"What the hell… Come; let's get you to St. Mungos. Maybe they'll have an idea of what's going on." James went to help up Lily and helped her over to the fireplace. Sadly James and Lily never made it to the fireplace before hell was raised in the form of Voldemort.

"LILY RUN! I'll hold him off; you go and get to St. Mungos!" James grabbed his wand and cast several spells against the door, adding a bit of protection. Lily knelt over knocking over the floo powder and clutched her stomach. "Something… is very wrong…" She muttered.

"Lily! Get going!" The door burst into flames and turned into ashes, which the current Dark Lord stepped over. "Well well well. James and Lily potter. I'm sorry to say but… I'm afraid I need to kill you, or more specifically… your child." A burst of green light saw James Potter dead on the ground.

"Lily… Severus asked me to spare your life… but seeing as your child hasn't been born yet… I'll have to kill you too. Avada Ked-" Voldemort was interrupted, the green light at the tip of his wand dying out. A baby just burst out of Lily's stomach. Blood covered the infants' mouth. This was a surprising development Voldemort mused. Maybe he could take the child in and raise him to take his place… An heir to take his throne… He liked the thought of that. Something caught the Dark Lords eyes before he could approach the infant. The infant had blood red irises with two intricate lines that extended from one side of the iris to the other, connecting in the middle, making a very elaborate cross.

Now he just loved his idea.

Voldemort approached the feral infant intent on taking him back to his Manor when the thing lunged at him and attempted to take a bite out of the Dark Lords throat. One backhand later and the baby flew against the wall.

"You insolent child!" Voldemort spat out angrily. "Avada Kedavra!"

A sickly green light shot towards the child and was absorbed by what seemed to be a barrier forming in front of the child.

Voldemort was flabbergasted. No one had ever blocked or absorbed the killing curse before! This child had to be under his thumb, even if the potential of death was high for him.

Hungry… Devour… Consume…

The voice echoed in Harry's head. The man he saw in front of him was just food. A meal, and a tasty one too if the fact that he wasn't consumed by now an indication. Right now he would stop trying to feed and let the man get close… then devour him.

Voldemort stood in shock for a second more before snapping out of it and raised his wand to defend himself. When the child didn't make a move he believed that the infant was tired and lowered his defense. Cautiously he walked over to Harry. Making sure that the child wouldn't attack him, he put his wand away and picked up the seemingly innocent child, if not for the fact that blood covered his mouth.

What happened next caught Voldemort off guard. The world around him distorted and suddenly he was a black wraith that sped out of the household.

Focus… And consume…

Harry listened to the voice and focused on consuming the Dark Lord. Soon the area around Voldemort distorted and he was absorbed into Harry. A black wraith screeched from where Voldemort once was and zoomed around and passed through Harry then fled the house. Harry was pushed back from the wraith and was knocked into a broken table, carving a lightning bolt into his forehead.

This was the scene that Dumbledore stumbled upon.

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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

A knock on the door interrupted the Dursley's in their daily routine. At the door was a wizened old man with a vibrant robe that slowly changed from colour to colour. He was holding a baby with a lightning bolt scar that appeared to be a few months old.

"Get inside. Quickly." Petunia hissed at the man. Dumbledore walked inside without a care as to Petunia's attitude towards him. It was to be expected after all.

"Now what do you want Albus Dumbledore?" She spat with a glare towards him. "I thought you were done ruining our family, what else could you possibly want?"

Albus sighed wearily. "I need you to take young Harry in for me."

"No."

"No?" Albus repeated puzzled. "He's your sister's son, he's family."

"He's my sister's problem, not mine. Tell her to take care of her own child."

"Your sister is dead." Petunia's eyes widened for a moment and Albus could see a twinge of grief before that was quickly smothered and became cold again.

"Put him with his own kind, not us filthy muggles you lot enjoy killing off." Petunia said bitterly.

Albus once again sighed and raised his wand at her. "I'm sorry Petunia." He spoke.

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Harry Potter was a normal ten year old. Or so he liked to believe. For the past ten years he heard a voice inside his head. He once questioned his Aunt about it but she looked at him strangely and later on he received a beating from his Uncle to 'beat the freakishness out of him'. The next day he asked his teacher about it and she looked at him weirdly as well. Harry learned to stop asking if having a voice in his head was normal, because apparently it wasn't.

The voice in his head told him to do things, bad things. It told him to devour people and no matter how much Harry tried suppressing the voice it always came back. It was okay though, the voice could only direct him, not control him. He had taken up talking to the voice though. As no one wanted to be his friend due to Dudley beating up anyone who tried. Apparently the voice was God. He found out one day when he asked who or what the voice was.

Monster. Devil. God. Hero. Call me what you will. Was what the voice had told him.

The voice was his friend. It tried to make him do questionable things, but it was still his friend for it was the only one willing to talk to him.

It happened a day later. Harry was mumbling to himself as he cooked the Dursleys dinner and was overheard by Vernon.

"BOY! What are you mumbling to yourself about?" Vernon demanded. "Talking to that voice inside your head again?" He chuckled loudly, as if he just made a funny joke. Harry was tempted to that yes, he was talking to the voice, but held back his temper and ignored the whale of a man.

"FREAK! I'm talking to you." The man's face swelled up with rage.

"Yes, I'm talking to the voice inside my head." Snapped Harry before his face turned pale. Shit. That earned him a beating.

Later after dinner was served and finished, harry only received scraps of course, Vernon roughly grabbed Harry and wrenched him from the cupboard underneath the stairs. With one hand he dragged the boy to the garage and threw him against the wall.

"Boy, this is the last time I will beat your freakishness out of you. You hear me? Last time." He ground out. Vernon pulled his belt out and raised it to strike Harry. It raised a welt on the side of his cheek.

"Shirt off boy." To which Harry complied and took his shirt off. Vernon repeatedly struck his back repeatedly. Each strike becoming harder and soon the welts were replaced with bloody wounds. Harry ground his teeth, refusing to cry out, to let the man be satisfied.

Devour…

That surprisingly sounded like a good idea. Harry could feel his stomach growling.

Consume your abuser…

It was the voice trying to tempt him again! But Harry found his resistance failing…

Become stronger…

That sounded pleasing.

DEVOUR

Harry caught the belt in one hand.

"BOY!" Roared Vernon but paled as he saw the change in Harry's eyes as he turned around slowly. Blood red irises and a detailed cross centered in the middle of them. Fuck was he screwed. Harry slowly stumbled over to the cowering man.

"Please don't hurt me…" Tears fell from Vernons eyes. "I'm sorry…"

"You're SORRY!?" Harry screamed. "Sorry doesn't cover it you whale! You beat me over and over again, trying to break me! Well guess what? You succeeded! I'm done with this bullshit! Die!" He lunged at his Uncle and ripped his throat out with his teeth and sighed in satisfaction. Before Vernon could die from blood loss Harry gripped his hair and absorbed the man with a distortion of the world.

"This seems awfully familiar…" The blood covered teen mused before banishing the thought and continued on inside number 4, Privet Drive, to eat the rest of his so-called family, the Dursleys.

Sooooo what does everyone think? I finally got off my lazy butt and decided to do something and viola! Rate and Review please! It helps motivate me cause if people review it, it makes me feel good and more motivated to write stuff down!