AN/ This is a story I got the idea from a poem I wrote along time ago and it pretty much is what the whole story is about. It is SLASH or Yaoi which means boyXboy love if you don't like it don't read it. It is also most likely going to be violent and most likely 3 to 6 chapters or more if I can do it but no promises.
Summery: Harry was sent to Azkaban for the murder of his relatives, which he committed. This is in the summer before his 16th birthday. Dark, independent, powerful Harry.
Warnings: Violence, swearing, slash, sexual situations (MAYBE), incest, Mpreg, AU, and a lot of OCCness on Harry's part. Weasley bashing, excluding the twins, Bill and Charlie(?).
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Co. I only barrow them for my own happiness. I also made no money writing this (unfortunately).
Paring's: HPTR (NOT VOLDEMORT I make Tom Riddle, the one out of the diary, into his own person, with his own name just not at first, just wait and see), FWGW, BWRL, SBFG, LVSS , CWOC (they might not be in the story at all). And these are the only ones that matter the rest are cannon, I think.
Thinking
Parsleltongue
Mind to mind talking.
Payback.
Prologue:
Hello, my name is Harry Potter, and I was arrested on June nineteenth for the murders of my dear relatives, Petunia, Vernon, and our dear sweet Dudley Dursley (To bad Marge wasn't there, oh what a shame). Funny thing is I, Harry Potter, Gryffindor Golden-Boy, Boy-Who-Lived, actually did kill them. I know, right, the Ministry actually caught the right person, amazing! Well anyway I used a very dark and very painful, for them anyway, ritual for this. And were did I, the personification of light and goodness, find this ritual? Simple, I found it in the mind of our favorite Dark Lord, when he possessed me at the Department of Ministries a few weeks ago. Now while he was chatting up old Dumbles, and throwing what I believe was the killing curse at him. I was sucked into his mind when he tried to take me over, good for me not so much for him, and while there I decided to find and copy all his memories. Yes, yes, I know, how positively un-lightish and wait, I thought the Boy-Who-Lived couldn't think for himself. Ha ha, well anyway I happen to be very intelligent and well not so light or good or nice or innocent or at doing what I'm told. Well anyway, it happened a little like this…….
.:Flashback:.
That bitch! She took away the only person, who saw me as me, not my name, or for my money! I'll make her know what my life felt like!!!! Snape's taunts on how he was such a spoiled little brat, who had everything, ringing through his head, as he raced through halls in the Department of Ministries, towards the floo networks. He was chasing the escaped convict Bellatrix Lastrange, who had just killed his godfather, Sirius Black, her cousin. He was going to make her feel the pain of losing the only person who loved you no matter what, who was always supposed to be there for you. Make her feel what it felt like to have them ripped away from you so fast that you couldn't even scream.
Harry saw her pause in front of a fire place. If he had been paying attention he would have noticed the look of remorse in her eyes as she looked at him before it was replaced by a mask of hate. But he was not so in went unnoticed.
I'll make her pay for your death Sirius, I promise. With that thought Harry stepped forward and screamed, the only curse he knew that would cause the pain he now felt. "Criocio!!!!"
As Bellatrix fell to the ground she was giggling, not screaming.
"You'll have to do better than that, Potter! You have to feel the hate in the spell, the pain you want to cause others! You're--?!" She was cut off, a look of surprise on her face, by the scream that bubbled out of her throat.
"Need to feel the pain, the hate. That's easy, I have fifteen years of it, ever since I can remember, that's all I've been able to feel!" Harry's flat voice was almost drowned out by the 'whoosh' of the floo, making him jerk his head towards the sound and making him lose his concentration, canceling the spell.
Out of one of the many fireplaces that lined the Atrium, stepped none other than Lord Voldemort.
What's he doing here? Harry thought in exasperation, backing away from him. Aren't his Death Eaters enough? Harry looked heavenward for an answer. Hastily sidestepping a curse that was flung at him, seconds later.
I don't know, maybe he was bored? The voice in the back of his head piped up.
Shut up, Tom! I'm a little occupied ,if you didn't notice! ? Harry snarled.
Fine, I just won't talk to you anymore! The voice, now known as Tom snarled back.
This argument took less than ten seconds, but by the time it was over, Dumbledore had arrived, and him and Voldemort had started to fight, verbally and magically. Bright flashes and fountains of rocks were all the spectators could see along with the occasional, blinding, jet of color. You could barley make out any sound that wasn't crashes of the spells hitting a shield, the wall ,or the floor. But Harry managed to listen past all of the noise and hear the argument.
"Tom, stop this. You could still be forgiven, and--" Dumbledore tried to reason with him, but was cut off by harsh laughter.
"Don't think you can fool me old man! You made me what I am!" At that part Dumbledore tried to intervene, but Voldemort continued without stopping. "You knew how I was treated at the orphanage! You knew about the abuse, you saw the scar's!" At this part Harry narrowed his eyes in thought, that was almost to similar to what Tom had said to him when they first met, he had wondered about Dumbledore's lack of concern, now he knew. Voldemort and Dumbledore were still flinging curses and hexes, and not paying attention to him, he could get to safety if he ran now.
Don't!! He'll wonder if your being controlled! You're a Gryffindor, you run into things, not from them! Tom shouted in Harry's head.
I thought you weren't speakingto me. Harry thought cheekily. But thanks your right. Harry added softly.
Thanks, aren't I always? Tom said back slightly mollified. Anyway did you hear what he was saying to Dumbles? If he really did know how he, I, was treated then he most likely knew how you were being treated as well. He finished apologetically. I know how much you wanted him to be different then them, but--.
It's ok you don't need to explain, I understand, we can't trust anyone but ourselves, and those who work and fight us for it. Harry took a deep, steadying breath, and if Dumbledore had been watching he would have noticed the uncommonly hard look on his saviors face. But this look did not go unnoticed, no, Bellatrix forgotten in the shadows saw it, and the new disdainful look in Harry's eyes as he looked at the leader of the light. I'll have to tell my Lord about this. It seems our little savior is not so light after all. Thought Bellatrix with a small smile.
Vengeance is sweet, Harry started tentatively.
Destiny is avoidable, Tom continued for him.
Hate is a weakness, Harry replied in a stronger voice.
Love is unkind, Tom said softly, truthfully.
And payback is a bitch. They both finished the words they had learned the hard way.
(AN//.: that is my poem)
Tom took a deep, though unneeded, breath and said. Ok, I need you to pay attention and act your part and remember, Hate is a weakness.
Harry sent him a feeling of warmth, and said with a smile in his voice. I will. I promise. He then turned his attention back to the fight, which had changed since he had last looked.
There was a pillar of what looked like sand, and it was swirling as if it was caught in the winds of a tornado, it almost reached the domed ceiling of the Atrium, in the center of it was Voldemort and Dumbledore, still fighting. Then something changed, at first he couldn't see what it was, and when he did his eye's widened, and he started looking around wearily. Dumbledore was alone in the sand storm.
When Harry tried to step back, a sudden, earth shattering pain in his head that made him fall to his knees, it felt like it went on for days. Then he felt nothing. He could see nothing, hear nothing, but he felt warm and safe. But he felt like he couldn't remember something important. It was hinting on the outer edges of his conscience, but he couldn't remember. Maybe if I had a remembral, I could figure it out. Harry thought dreamily, giggling. Abruptly Harry was sucked into what looked like a large library. He looked around slowly in confusion.
"What…..?"Then Tom appeared in front of him. Harry gasped and stumbled backwards, in surprise.
" Hurry, Harry your in Voldemort's mind. I need you to copy and absorb all of his, mine, memories and knowledge." Tom whispered urgently. "He's possessed you, he can't hold it for long, but you should be able to get it all." Tom finished explaining. Walking forwards and grabbing Harry's shoulders in an almost bruising grip.
"Tom?" Harry whispered quietly in awe, reaching up and brushing small, delicate fingers, against Tom's, high, aristocratic cheekbones. Closing his eye's, Tom leaned his head against the first real physical touch he and Harry had shared, before standing up straight and looking into Harry's beautiful green eyes.
"Come on, Harry we need this knowledge so that we can protect ourselves." Tom whispered softly. Before kissing Harry's forehead lovingly, and leading him to the center of the library.
"But I thought you were a part of his soul? Shouldn't you know this already?" Harry asked. Stumbling slightly, while trying to keep up with Tom's much longer legs.
"No, I only have the knowledge up until I was split from his soul. And after spending so much time away from him, me being his first horux, I've even developed my own personality. My appearance has also changed from that of the original, as well. Therefore the mad rush to get the knowledge." Tom lectured affectionately.
"Oh." Harry mumbled. "So what do I have to do?"
They had finally stopped in a curricular clearing. It was surrounded by twenty to thirty bookcase ends all with sliver name plates with names ranging from first memories to how to speak French. They walked to the center of the clearing and Tom had them kneel.
"Now, Harry I need you to close your eyes and clear your mind for me. Can you do that?" Tom whispered,
"Mm-hm." Harry affirmed closing his eyes.
"Ok, can you reach out and feel the thoughts and memories around us?" Tom asked, looking around worriedly and hoping they could finish this.
Harry tried and almost jerked opened his eyes in surprise. He could feel the thoughts in the books, Voldemort's and Tom's first memories of seeing his mothers face before she fell backward and he was moved. When that faded away Harry saw him speaking to a snake the first time.
"Harry…? Can you feel them?" Tom asked urgently.
"Yea…" Harry nodded his head.
"Ok, now you need to expand your mind until you encompass the whole library. Then you need to grab onto everything and take the thoughts into your mind." Tom said.
"Ok." Harry replied and did as Tom directed. Then he whimpered in pain, it felt like the knowledge was branding itself into his brain.
"Its ok Harry I've got you, it'll be over soon." Tom said as he too felt the knowledge brand itself into his head. When it was over they barley had time to look at each other, before they were once again sucked into Harry's mind.
When Harry opened his eyes he saw Dumbledore's face hovering over his own before he passed out and let the new thoughts organize themselves into his head, with Tom's guidance.
.:End Flashback:.
Now wasn't that interesting. I lost my godfather and found out that the one person I didn't make work for my trust had known about not just Tom's abuse, but mine as well. Let's just say life hates me.
Oh, wondering who Tom is, and how he got in my head, well I got him in my second year in the Chamber of Secrets and well…. Never mind how about I just show you?
.:Flashback:.
I have to save Ginny. Even though her stupid idiot of a brother is being paid to be my friend. The prick, does he think I'm as stupid as he is. She doesn't disserve to die for his mistakes. These were the thoughts running though one twelve year olds head. His name was Harry Potter and he was trudging through a dark, damp, cave like hallway, that was so far under ground that if they got stuck they would never see sunlight again. Maybe I should let Ron and Lockhart rot down here. No! Bad Harry that was a Slytherin thought! Think like the Gryffindor, you're supposed to be! He was trying to get to the Chamber of Secrets, so that he could save a first year girl by the name of Ginny Weasley.
Just as he thought that the hall would go on forever, he saw a vault like door, with snakes carved to look like they were slithering on it. Oh well it worked the first time, why not the second.
Open!! Harry hissed experimentally.
Huh, it worked. Cool! As Harry stepped in to the chamber on the other side of the door, he stopped in surprise. This place is bigger and more breathtaking than the Great hall was the first time. Harry thought in amazement.
(AN//.: Now sorry but I'm not going to change anything up until the part with the diary so I'm just going to skip to that part. Sorry.:J )
The past few minutes were just a blur in Harry's head, and his vision was starting to turn black around the edges. He could feel the icy-hot, fire of the Basilisk's venom pouring though his vanes. I'm going to die. Were Harry's last clear thought's. Until Fawkes laid his head over the wound and started to cry. Then there was a sudden burst of color behind his eyelids. When did I close them? And Harry felt like he had just gotten the best sleep of his life. When he opened his eyes he could see Tom standing over him and looking down at him in curiosity.
"I had forgotten what phoenix tears could do." He said conversationally. As he took a casual step back.
"Why…Why are you doing this?" Harry asked weakly.
"I'm doing this because Dumbledore knew the abuse I suffered. And let it continue. In fact he encouraged it." Tom said in a hiss that was almost parsleltongue.
What does he mean? That Voldemort was abused to. Then he was right we are similar.
"Well, then I'm sorry Tom." He said, ignoring to look of surprise he got, then he plunged the basilisk fang into the journal. He watched as instead of dieing or disappearing Tom was sucked into his forehead. His mouth opened in a surprised scream as he felt as if his entire being was rearranged.
Harry passed out never noticing Ginny Weasley, waking up with a gasp. Or running over to him.
No by the time Harry was aware again he was in between to crisp sheets in the hospital wing.
What happened? Harry thought not opening his eyes.
I don't know, but I can guess. Said a voice in the back of his head, that sounded suspiciously, like sixteen year old Tom Riddle.
What are you real? Harry thought in surprise.
Of course! I am. But any way I was a piece of Voldemorts soul and when you stabbed the diary, witch was very rude by the way, I was sucked into you because you also have a piece of his soul in you. Tom explained happily. Now I have someone to talk to!
You're weird. But I like you. Harry added quickly. Do you want to be friends? Harry asked softly.
Yes, I would like to be. Now get some sleep.Tom added just as softly.
Ok……Harry thought back before falling into the best sleep he had ever had in his short life.
.:End Flashback:.
So that was how Tom and I became friends. And I now wish that I had let Ginny die 'cuz she is just a hero worshiping bitch in love with my money and my name.
Well, anyway that is my life in a nutshell. Until next time I suppose.
.:TBC:.
AN//.: Ok well that was the longest thing I have ever written. Please review!