Disclaimer: I will only say this once, I do not own Harry Potter and I am not using this for means of making money. I also do not own the song Antimacy by Dead and Divine, that this fan-fiction is based off of.
Note:This is a male x male story between our innocent young dark lord who has a fetish for murder, and Harry Potter who is very confused. Additional info can be found at the end.
Harry James Potter was by all means average. He had a mom and a dad, and Godfather and Godmother. This was customary for the wizarding world. Although, he had to admit he was far closer to Sirius Black than he was Alice Longbottom. He went to school, and he was captain of his sports' team Gryffindor. Harry was average height, or maybe just a little bit shorter. He was 5'5 and had messy black hair that refused to be tamed.
However, there were a few things about this sixteen year old wizard that were fairly unnatural. Firstly, he was a genius. He graduated Hogwarts in his sixth year to his exceptional scores. His strengths lie in powerful light charms, defense spells, and hexes. Harry used to be abysmal in potions, however with help from his mother, Lily, he became acceptable. He was able to act quickly on his feet without thinking hard, thanks to his auror father and Godfather.
There was one more unnatural thing about Harry and that was his eyes. If you glanced at them only once, they appeared to be a pretty shade of emerald green. But of course, that was nothing to covet. But if you really looked, they weren't actually emerald green at all. They were a striking, commanding avada color that burned with his emotions. He was horrible at disguising them.
Of course none of this mattered at the current moment as his mother was calling for him to come downstairs. It was Christmas, and the Potter's had a tradition. Every Christmas they would go to Number 12 Grimmauld Place with Remus Lupin, the Weasley's, and Hermione Granger. Remus, James, and Sirius were old friends. Ronald Weasely and the twins were good friends of Harry's, and so was Hermione. Then of course there was Ginny Weasley. She had fiery red hair and a spunky personality that drove Harry wild. He liked daring people, and she definitely fit the mold.
Harry quickly grabbed a Christmas bag that sat beside his bed stand. He placed an undetectable extension charm on it and quickly began placing gifts inside of it, "Coming mum!" He was only sixteen, yes. However, since he graduated early the ministry made an exception for him and the trace was taken off of him, and he was allowed to do magic outside of school. It came in handy for his daily life of course, but Harry also did many things by hand himself. He believed it added character himself and gave him patience that many people his age didn't have.
He headed down the stairs to where his mother was and grinned as she quickly pulled him into a tight hug. His mother had red hair as well, it seemed that perhaps Potter men had a thing for red heads... She smiled at him impishly, "Good. If you took any longer I was afraid we would be late. And you know what happens if you're late..." She trailed off then and laughed as soon as Harry used the floo network to get into Grimmauld Place. If you were the last person to arrive for Christmas you'd have to eat one of Sirius's experimental holiday treats. He managed to somehow take good tasting ingredients and ruin them...
Harry and his mom were luckily not the last ones to arrive. That was actually Harry's father, James Potter. He had won the...um, prize quite a few times actually. Sometimes Harry had to wonder if perhaps his father was some super creature who wasn't affected by the treats that should definitely not be moving. But then he watched his father's face turn green from sickness as he ingested it. No, his father wasn't a super creature. He just always seemed to have a reason to be late. In this case Harry noticed it was a parcel. It was wrapped in red and green wrapping paper and it was tied with only a string. By the way it hung Harry quickly concluded that it was clothing of some sort, and it was for him thanks to the name tag that stuck to the string.
After the last person to arrive, James, ate the um...nutrients, it was present time. Harry had written a letter to his mother. She always seemed to prefer things of sentiment. For his father he had gotten him a signed quidditch book from a world famous seeker. For Ronald he got a rare type of magical treat, for Hermione a charmed bracelet he had designed himself that allowed her to record things and play them back. For an example if she were going to miss a lecture she could give it to a friend and it would record the lesson for her. For the Weasley's, he always got them different charms to add to there enchanted clock. And so on so forth.
His present pile was remarkably the same for the last few years. Hermione got him a book, Sirius and Remus both supplied him with galleons, Ronald got him a quidditch book, and the Weasley's gave him a customary maroon sweater with a gold H on the front of it. However, by the rather serious look on his father's face he could tell that he was about to get something of great importance.
James Potter adjusted his glasses slightly as he held out the clothing parcel to Harry. "Normally I would wait until you were seventeen to give this to you," he said, "It's customary to wait until then. However, seeing as that you are an exceptional child...I mean of course you are. Look at me, I'm awesome. Lily's awesome. Any child of ours is going to be double the awesome. Anyways...I would like for you to have this. It's been in our family for generations."
Sometimes, it did often make Harry wonder how on Earth he didn't grow up to be arrogant like his father. He meant well of course, and most of the time his father didn't mean what he spurted out. Harry thought it was actually because James was slightly awkward when it came to words and he just spewed out whatever made him sound strong. So perhaps it wasn't that his father was truly an arrogant person, perhaps it was just a habit by now? He wasn't sure.
He opened the parcel with nimble fingers and found himself staring at a shimmering cloak of many colors and intricate design patters. The fabric was silky, and almost felt like liquid against his skin. Harry took a deep breath and slowly draped it over his right arm. Just like he suspected, his right arm 'disappeared.' This was an invisibility cloak, and something about it was extraordinarily special. This meant a lot to his father. Harry soon found that his throat was very dry and that for once he was at a loss of words. He didn't say anything and instead he tightly wrapped his father in a hug without shame. It must have taken his father a lot to part with it...
James laughed slightly and was quite happy to pull his son in for a deeper hug, "So...I take it that you like it?"
Harry only proceeded to nod quickly, "Of course I do! It means that with this I'll finally be able to out-prank you." That was another huge thing about his family. They often pranked each other, for no particular reason other than just fun. This earned a laugh from his father and Sirius Black. The latter of whom, gave him a thumbs up.
After the Christmas party died down, Harry told his mother that he was going to upstairs to the library. Of course, that wasn't a rare thing at all. He spent half of his time in them. His favorites were dusty old tomes that hardly anyone wanted to look at anymore. Those were his absolute favorites. You see, Harry Potter reveled in knowledge. Knowledge was power, after all. He liked knowing things that no one else did. And, if you wanted knowledge that not a lot of people knew, the Black family library was a very good idea.
Harry glanced through the numerous book bindings. He had read through many of these a number of times, but there were a few darker ones that he had never touched. His avada eyes glided over the book covers until they focused on just one. The binding was faded. It looked like it hadn't been touched in a very long time. There were few remnants of the title, mostly just gold lettering that didn't spell out anything in particular. Or at least, now you couldn't tell. He wondered what was in there...
Harry quickly grabbed the book and scrolled through its contents. Most of it was magical theory revolving around time and space. Tiny little leaps through time, about an hour at most. Of course...Harry had heard about this sort of thing through Hermione's time turner she had in her third year. But in this way, it could be done with just a spell. And in this way...he really could out prank his father. The only trouble was, he didn't know the spell. But no matter. Harry wasn't a so called genius for nothing. If anyone could preform an unknown spell on their first try, it was him.
So he simply cleared his throat and waved his wand...and everything messed up from there.
Notes at the end: Alright so some info about this universe, as I'm sure you'll want to know. In the beginning Harry Potter is an ordinary teenage boy, or at least slightly ordinary. He's not the Boy-Who-Lived, and his parents are still very well and alive. The dark lord Voldemort, is not a dark lord at all, he's merely a politician. Life seems good. Actually scratch that, it is good. However, Harry Potter is a prodigy in this universe who is unafraid to tackle anything. When he stumbles upon a book in the Black Library he finds out that messing with unknown types of magic isn't the best idea.
Harry Potter is then taken to an alternate universe that is modern times, but Grindlewald is still at large and Dumbledore is a transfiguration professor. Most unfortunately for Harry, young Tom Marvolo Riddle doesn't plan on becoming a mere politician in this world. He wants to be an immortal mass murdering dark lord. Oh and one more thing, Tom Riddle doesn't like to be challenged...but of course things don't always work out how we want them to.
As for a few changed aspects of Harry's personality... One) In this Harry will be more confident in himself due to the factor he was raised by his parents, who I have no doubt would have encouraged him throughout his whole life. Two) Even without the horcrux Harry will still have Slytherin qualities, and will still have denied the sorting hat the chance of putting him in Slytherin. Why? A huge part of being a Slytherin is having cunning and ambition. Harry, being raised by the marauders, has a thirst to prove himself just as brilliantly as he can. Getting out of trouble is also a huge plus, of course. Three) In this fan=fiction Harry will also be given a strong sense of intuition that's borderline being a Seer. Why? Well, why not?
