Painful Existence
WARNINGS:
Slash, Gore, Cannibalism, Torture, Mature themes, and maybe MpregSummery:
Harry was affected by the killing curse. He is bloodthirsty and lives to kill. Two of his older siblings are thought to be The-Twins-who-lived. The other one was pampered by his mother (Lily and James are alive the twins couldn't be raised by them because of Death eater attacks.) Can a lover and friends help Harry get his life back or at least love him enough to live with how he is. And will he destroy Voldemort or join him.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter Or Naruto (I got some of the ideas for his character from Gaara) I only own the plot and any characters you don't recognize.
Two-year-old Harry was sitting silently in a corner of the kitchen at number four Private Drive. Trying his best to blend into the wall The Durslys and his older siblings David and Dian (who where twins), Where all sitting at the kitchen table eating a large breakfast of Bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes and waffles. Harry wasn't allowed to eat it because he had been a bad boy. Granted, he couldn't figure out how he had been a bad boy. He had just been asleep in his cupboard When Uncle Ver-m-non had come home. He had torn Harry's cupboard door open. Grabbed his hair and thrown him into the wall across the hall. Although Harry soon realized that it was bad if someone named 'That Idiot Joseph' got a raise instead of Ver-m-non.
A scream cut through Harry's thoughts apparently Dudley had decided that he didn't want to stay in his high chair and had tried to slip out; and in trying to catch himself from falling an his butt managed to create a long surprisingly deep gash on his arm using the corner of the table. Well, deep enough to apparently hit an artery. Blood spurted out of his arm with every heartbeat splattering on the table chairs and floor. His mothers screams filled the air. Uncle Ver-m-non Leapt to his feet quickly grabbing a tea towel to stem the bleeding. Within two minutes everyone was out the door and piled in the car to go to the hospital. Once again, Harry was forgotten.
Harry eyed the blood that was splattered on white linoleum and the silver metal of the table. He padded silently over to the pool on the otherwhise white floor. The contrast between the white and the red was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It reminded him of the red eyes that he saw in his dreams sometimes.
Harry knelt beside the pool of crimson liquid; and slowly dipped two fingers into the beautiful thick pool. Bringing the two fingers to his face he sniffed them. The blood didn't smell any different then his. Uncle Ver-m-non said that he had dirty blood. A dainty pink tongue flicked out to taste the coppery liquid. Now he knew the difference. A small smile lit up his face. This blood. Was so much sweeter then his.
When the Durslys and Harry's siblings came home they where met with a sight they would never forget. A two-year-old boy with black hair and eyes that would put the brightest Emeralds to shame. Sitting cross-lagged on blood smeared linoleum with a smile on his face. His blood coverd face, as he licked the thick crimson liquid off his fingers.
Five-year-old Harry walked into Surry elementary behind the Durslys. It was his first day in Kindergarten, He was looking forward to it. Already everything was loud, and happy. The only down fall was the slight sadness that set in when he saw Parents kissing away fears and hugging away loneliness taking everyone to their classroom. Harry was a bit lonely but HE WAS GOING TO SCHOOL!!
The classroom Harry was taken to was painted a sunny yellow colure and had large windows letting in the sun. A fish tank on top of the bookshelf at the back of the room sat beside boxes of crayons, pencils, pencil crayons and markers. Five blue group tables where scaterd about in three qurters of the room. Dark blue carpet coverd the rest with a pink and white dollhouse and a similarly colored toy-box situated on it. On the far side of the room there where cubbies for them to put there lunches. A black board was at the front, behind the teacher's desk, which had a fake apple on it.
Everyone sat down with there parents except for Harry whose aunt and uncle where both down the hall with Dudley in his class.
There where ten people besides Harry in this class the boys introduced themselves as Jesse whose favorite animals where dogs and cats, James who had to many favorite animals to chose from, Charlie whose favorite animal was his Hamster named Hammy, Billy who didn't like dogs but loved cats, Josh who liked Cows. The girls where Denise who loved her gerbil named Squeaky, Britney who loved Horses and Dogs, Sarah H. who liked cats but only the ones with stripes and Sarah A. who didn't like cats but liked Dolphins. When it got to Harry's turn everyone looked at him Harry felt his cheeks flush as he stammered out that he loved Snakes and that he could talk to them. There was silence then Britney said "no you cant." Her head tipped back as she tried to look superior. Harry stared at her in shock. He hadn't done anything to her and already she didn't like him.
Then he felt it the familiar anger that made him do dumb things like hurt David. He took a deep breath looked at the annoying red head and stated "Yes…I…Can." It was then that the teacher decided to step in with a bright smile on her face and a happy "Now, now no fighting That's one of our class rules can anyone think of any other class rules"
After the rules where talked about the parents left and the kid's got to have playtime before they would have lunch. Harry didn't make any friends any time he tried the other children would just say that there mommies and daddies said they wernt allowed because he was bad. Harry's relatives told the school about Harry's rather disturbing actions and the school legally had to tell the parents who in turn told there children not to play with him. Jesse and Billy where especially cruel. Stealing his crayons, ripping up his drawings and scribbling on his things with marker. The teacher was actually vary kind but she couldn't always be watching and Harry wouldn't tell her who did it convinced that if he didn't they would start liking him. They didn't.
Dudley on the other hand had loads of friends. He was always bringing them over to play so once again Harry was alone. Things may have been different if people could see the bitterness growing behind his bright Emerald eyes.
Six-year-old Harry looked up from his position on the ground at the girl who had pushed him down. He knew her name was Jake. She was in grade two. She also seemed to love hurting him. Harry glared as she laughed. She and Dudley where fairly close friends, so she was over at the Durslys to play alot. Harry tried to rise to his feet only too be pushed down again. She pushed him down a couple more times before losing interest and going back to the sandbox. Harry looked over at his aunt who was busy weeding the garden and obviously 'way too interested in what she was doing' to notice the treatment of her six year old nephew.
He felt something click in his head. He had tried to be good. He had tried to be nice. It wasn't his fault he liked blood so much. He didn't even hurt anyone. Just played with raw meat out of the fridge sometimes. That's all, and yet. No body cared about him. No one cared what happened to him. So he would just have to care about himself.
With that in mind Harry crossed the lawn to the back door. He walked into the house ignoring the dirt he was tracking in. He pushed a chair from the kitchen table over to the counter. Climbing onto it he reached out to the wooden knife block and grabbed one of the smooth plastic handles. The knife he pulled out was a steak knife. Its well-sharpened serrated edge gleaming in the noonday sun. He hopped down from the chair and went back outside.
Once again his aunt ignored him. Un knowingly drastically changing her life. Harry turned and walked over to where Jake and Dudley where playing. Standing behind Jake he griped his knife in both hands and raised it above his head. Soon, soon he would have that beautiful metallic crimson liquid. Dudley looked up and froze. Harry smiled at him and brought the knife down. Jake didn't even have a chance to scream as the first blow went through her heart the second cut through her spine with an audible crack her whole body jerking as her spinal cord was cut. The third blow cut halfway through her ribs with a sickening crunch.
Harry found himself suddenly picked up. His aunt all but through him into the cupboard before spinning and running out grabbing the now dead girl and bringing her into the kitchen Dudley trailing after her.
Harry later learned that they had hidden the dead girl and erased the evidence because they didn't want to be seen as the guardians of a murderer. A troubled child would get them attention a murderer would get them avoided. They also moved over to a new town. Their new house was more in the county, which was good because Harry was no longer satisfied with animal blood. It wasn't as thick, or as sweet.
Harry strode down to the basement of the house. The man strapped down to the table looked up, but the fear in his eyes dimed when he saw a boy who couldn't be over ten walk down the steps. The man smiled before trying to convince the child to free him. Harry of course, ignored his newest victim. He slipped silently over to a carefully set up shelf. Looking over the rows of neatly labeled jars he selected a poison. This poison was Harry's personal favorite. As long as it wasn't swallowed it wouldn't kill the person just make them immobile and barely able to talk, but they could scream oh Harry had made sure they could scream. That's what made this poison so frightening the ability to feel but not mobility to do anything about it.
Harry filled a needle with the liquid. Making sure there was no air bubbles. He walked over to the now panicking man finding a large vain in his arm. Harry injected the poison. As he waited for it to take effect, He wandered over to a large table. Taking a couple minutes to decide he picked up a wicked looking blade. Its sharp serrated edge gleaming in the hazy light. Created by a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Turning, he smirked. The man…was ready.
Nether David or Dian hated their brother even when he was killing, torturing or even eating his victims. They couldn't especially when they found out that the only reason they had been treated better then him at the Durslys was because Dumbledore had told them that the twins had saved there lives, which was true but still. Their mother and father could have kept Harry, as they had Elizabeth. Neither of them would have been in danger, maybe then, things would be different for his brother. David sighed as a faint scream was heard over the blasting noise of Harry's music. Metallica's Enter the Sandman was doing a fine job at drowning out the worst of the mans screams. No one knew how the ten year old got his victims without help. Or even how he chose them. And to tell the truth no one really wanted to know.
All the Durslys chose that moment to come downstairs David who had decided to make breakfast that morning put it all on the table. Another one of the mans faint screams made its way over the music. Making everyone shudder. They could only imagine what Harry was doing to him. It was a couple hours after breakfast and half way through the song 'Living Dead Girl' when the music stopped.
Harry came upstairs a few minutes later wearing different cloths than when he went down. David smiled slightly at his little brother Harry didn't smile back just went up to his room. He didn't come down for lunch but did show up for Dinner. Eating his food quitly as usual.
David smiled as an owl flew through their window. The Durslys all scowled but they didn't bother saying anything. There was nothing that they could do anyway. David looked at the letters in his hand. One addressed to him, one to Dian and one for… David grinned as he tossed the parchment letter to his brother. Harry froze fork halfway to his mouth. Quickly placing it back down onto his plate. He picked up the letter it was addressed:
To Harry Potter
Number 12 Evran Rd
Kitchen first floor
Everyone in the room watched Harry's expression attentively. Ready to run if they needed to; but as usual his face showed nothing as he flipped over the envelope studying the seal for a moment before opening it. Harry carefully pulled the thick parchment paper out of the envelope and unfolded it his eyes skimming the letter.
Harry Potter
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry…
Harry looked at his family over the top of the letter. By this point everyone was practically sweating. Harry gazed at them for a few more seconds. Then for the first time in years he smiled.
R&R please
Who should Harry be with?
DM, LV/TR, CW, BW or BZ if you have any other ideas for pairings let me know.
BTW if this was as bad as you want the gore to get it will be getting worse later on so you might want to stop reading. As I said in the warnings Gore, Cannibalism, Torture will ALL be included. Along with lemon sceans but I will let you know when that happens at the chapter (not for awhile)
