Hero vs Villain
Chapter 1
Harry Potter walked slowly to Number 4 Privet Drive, dreading what awaited him there. Today he punched his cousin Dudley. He doesn't know what happened. Dudley was teasing him as always, insulting him and keeping other kids away from him. He was just trying to do his homework, Dudley kept on pestering him, he just snapped. One second he was gritting his teeth in anger, the next Dudley was on the ground screaming with a split lip and he was on his feet his fists clenched and throbbing. Now he was going to the house he has called home for the past six years, fully expecting punishment of some sort. He was sure he was not going to get starved this time, he wasn't just going to be given a larger list of chores, Vernon won't just give him a couple of slaps. He expected something worse.
He grimaced as Number 4 came into view. He approached it slowly, heart thumping in his chest. As soon as he opened the door a large hand grabbed his messy raven locks in a painful grip. Harry yelped in pain as he was dragged across the floor to the living room. "You freak! You will pay for what you did to my son!" Vernon Dursley roared, his fury clear as day. His large fist was twisted in Harry's hair relentlessly, pain lancing through his scalp, bringing tears to the boy's eyes. He was thrown to the ground, twisting his wrist in the process.
Vernon started throwing his fists at the small boy, pounding at him while shouting about how much of a useless , ungrateful freak he was. Harry curled up on himself, screaming and sobbing in pain, unable to defend himself at all. He clenched his eyes tight, hoping, wishing that someone would help him. 'I'm going to die.' He thought, feeling himself going in and out of consciousness. A heavy hit on his head finally did him in, and the world ceased to exist.
Now, magic is a sentient being. It looks out for its vessel's best interests. Harry was now in his cupboard, hurt and broken, half dead already. He was slowly bleeding to death, had broken bones and raptured organs, his body unable to handle the trauma. Harry's magic sensed all this and reacted accordingly. It wrapped around him protectively and started healing him. His wounds closed, his bones mended back together, his organs were fixed, but that was not all it needed to do. Harry did not need only to be healed, he needed to be protected. Harry unconsciously knew no one would protect him, that he was the only person he would ever have. That he had to protect himself. So magic reacted to that and gave him a means to protect himself.
An ancient bloodline ran through Harry's veins, one that was mostly forgotten. The Shadow Fea bloodline. Magic unlocked it right then. It drew power from his magical core and his environment. It drew energy from the wards, from the horcrux in his scar. Liquid heat flooded Harry's veins as magic started the transformation, making Harry tremble in pain even in unconsciousness. His bones thickened, his muscles strengthened inhumanly, his ski n became thicker, his canines elongated, wings sprouted from his shoulder blades and his tail bone elongated into a long tail.
With that done magic did a scan on his body and found a small soul fragment. It attacked the foreign object and assimilated it into Harry. It separated the soul piece into useful things and useless things. The useless things like Voldemort's feelings and personality were dissolved. The soul screamed as it was burnt and got rid of. The useful things like Voldemort's memories, experiences, knowledge, magic and abilities, were absorbed into Harry's being, being a part of him. Magic then sifted through the memories, discarding Voldemort's memories as a useless baggage and dissolving them too. Done with its job, Harry's magic retreated back into its core, letting the boy sleep in peace.
Unknown to Harry, a being had being wondering around the neighborhood, a demon looking for a host. Feeling the magical activity in Number 4, it went to investigate and found the perfect host. Young, powerful, and a demon just like it. It snaked its way into the boy's mind and settled there.
Harry opened his eyes slowly. He got up, marveling at how smooth the motion was. He wondered why the cupboard was so loud today, uncle Vernon was literally snoring into his ears. He paused. That was impossible, uncle Vernon was upstairs in his room and he was in the cupboard under the stairs. He tried to tune it out but instead all other sounds became louder. He could hear the animals outside; the crickets singing, the mouse squeaking in its hole, the snake brushing across the grass at Number 7, the bird flying above the house, the rats in the house, the cockroach crawling over the kitchen stove. He could hear it all and it frightened him. Tuning out all those sounds too he checked himself over only to almost scream in terror. Were those wings on his back? Yes, they were. They were very large, A third of his height taller than him from tip to tip he guessed and two thirds of his height vertically. They were pitch black and feathery, lined with silver feathers at the top and on the tips. He flexed them experimentally and they suddenly unfolded, hitting the walls so hard he wondered why he didn't feel any more pain than a twinge.
He startled when something crawled up his hip. His eyes went wide when he noticed a tail. A long black-furred tail. He touched it curiously and shivered. It was very sensitive. Harry was fascinated by these changes and wondered what else changed. He got up swiftly and placed his hand on the door, thinking of a way to get out. Suddenly a word came to his mind. "Alohomora." He whispered. There was a click and the door swung open. He cautiously went out and up the stairs to the bathroom silently, noting he could see clearly even in the dark. He got to the bathroom and looked himself in the mirror. Nothing much has changed except his pupils were vertical slits and his canines were long and peeking out of his upper lip. 'What happened to me?' he asked himself, completely astounded.
Panic crept its way into his veins. 'Oh no, what am I going to tell everyone. They will think I'm a monster. An even bigger freak!' A chuckle made itself known in his head, scaring Harry into yelping. He stared wide eyed at his reflection. 'A freak? Are you really going to believe that?' A voice came, sweet and caressing. Harry stayed silent, contemplating his own sanity for a while. "No." he finally said "I'm not a freak. At least I wasn't until now." The voice hissed in anger "You are not a freak! You are a being of great strength, a dominant species among these ants. You are power incarnate!" Harry startled at the sudden outburst but calmed down again, finding it very easy to retain his composure. "And who are you?" he asked. The voice became calm again "Lelita. A shadow deamon." "I'm guessing you know what I am." "Of course. You are a Shadow Fae, a deamon just like me only greater." Harry pursed his lips "So I'm not human anymore." The voice laughed "No, you never were." For some reason this did not upset him. "Why are you in my head?" There was silence for a while then a reply "I am an old deamon and have lost my powers. I was to die but didn't want to. So I took a host, you, to help me survive."
"So what, you're just a parasite in my body." Harry asked in a flat voice. "Yes, but I wish for a symbiotic relationship. I am not strong enough to take your body for my own and you can easily kick me out. But I can help you." "How?" "You know nothing of your heritage, I know everything about Shadow Fae. I can give you all the information about them and help you control your power. In exchange you let me stay." Harry thought about it. "How can I trust you?" Lelita sighed "It's your body, your rules. I cannot keep anything away from you, it would be against my very nature to deceive my host. Any information you want I am enforced to tell you." Harry nodded in satisfaction. "Alright…Lelita is it? Why did all these changes occur?" "Remember when that oaf of a man beat you yesterday?" Oh yes, he remembered that. "He damaged you beyond natural repair. Your magic had to heal you. I think it also awakened your bloodline in the process to make sure you could protect yourself in the future."
Harry nodded. So what he got was 1) he was a creature of some sort that is supposedly of great power and 2) magic exists. This excited him to some level but he was still left with a problem. He stared at the extra appendages. "Is this reversible?" Lelita immediately knew what Harry was talking about. "Just will them away." Harry did so and watched mesmerized as the wings and tail absorbed into his body and disappeared. He sighed in relief. He then frowned. He still had a lot of questions. He wondered how he knew how to get out of his cupboard earlier too. He sighed, this was going to be a long night.
The next morning Harry did not leave his cupboard even though he knew his aunt would be upset if she found breakfast unprepared. He did not sleep at all last night, him and Lelita talked about the magical world and his inheritance. They also discussed the knowledge he now possessed. He couldn't really access all of it yet and needed to draw it out somehow. Perhaps it would share light on why it was there in the first place. "Wake up boy!" Petunia's shrill voice startles him out of his thoughts. Harry sighed and got up to make breakfast. He worked silently on the meal and contemplated his predicament. His uncle will probably be angry when he sees him up and running with not a single scar from yesterday. It doesn't matter anyway, he wasn't planning on staying long.
True to his word Vernon raged about his healthy appearance but did not do anything about it. He just grumbled and mumbled as he ate his food. Harry's own stomach was grumbling but he ignored it in favor of thinking up a plan of action. He would need to get away from the Dursleys. Yesterday he felt the wards around the house and could distinguish their features and purpose. They were to protect him but it seems they were weakened when his bloodline was wakened and wouldn't last the week. The alarm he sensed from them would most likely go off when they did and whoever set it would come to investigate. He wanted to be gone before then.
Since it was Saturday he didn't have to go to school, instead he was sent outside to weed Petunia's prized flowers. As he worked he talked to Lelita. 'I need to be gone from here before the wards collapse. I need to access those memories.' Lelita hummed 'One way to access them is through occlumency. It is a mind art practiced by wizards to protect their minds, but it would help you too. I will guide you through the steps tonight.' 'Why tonight? Why not now?' 'You need to be relaxed and clear your mind for it. At night is when those filthy muggle rats leave you be.' Harry agreed. 'Alright. How long will it take.' 'A few days, at least.' 'Days?!' Harry balked. 'It will be too late by then!' 'It's the only option we have right now.' Harry gritted his teeth 'Okay, fine. Just a few days. Just have to hope till then.'
Harry sat cross legged in the cupboard, sweat trickling down his face. He was in his mindscape and trying to break a massive block that prevented him from accessing his own mind. It was difficult, but slowly, piece by piece, the wall fell apart. With one massive hit it broke into pieces. Immediately he was bombarded with memories he had never experienced, foreign knowledge assimilating itself into his mind. After what seemed like forever, the massive bulk of information ceased. He looked around and immediately had a headache. He began sorting through it all, placing it in specific boxes. When he was done his mind felt clearer and the headache lessened. He came back to reality and was overcome by sleep.
A week later Harry had gone through all the memories and learnt all he needed to know about magic and the Wizarding world. He also learnt about Tom Marvolo Riddle, a boy who grew up to become the Dark Lord to terrorize Wizarding Britain. The boy who grew up to murder his parents. He pitied Tom but hated Voldemort. He hated him so much he wanted to kill him. Lelita wasn't helping either. The daemon was hissing and spitting in fury, demanding retribution.
Harry packed away everything that belonged to him one morning and made to walk out the door. He opened the door silently and left, never looking back again.