The Act
Summary: SSHP, dark fem harry! The only one who ever saw beneath the mask of Aurora Potter would never tell a soul of the evil he saw beneath her beautiful green eyes, even if it ended up costing the Light the war and meant that the Dark Lord would have the Chosen One at his side.
Introduction:
Aurora was 3 and wanted to die, locked in a cupboard, in the dark, cramped space, a cot with threadbare sheets, dirty and ragged, spiders crawling everywhere… her own prison cell. She had broken a dish when cleaning up, but what could they expect, with her being so small, frail, weak… and only three, so her uncle had punished her, slapping her hard, leaving a bruise. She refused to cry, and he grew angrier, using a cigarette to burn her arms. She still refused to cry, because crying was for babies and the weak, and she was anything but those two, at least the thing in her mind said. She had the mind of someone much older because of that thing inside her, that dark person who told her that everything would be okay, helped her read and write, told her stories, healed her after things got bad, helped her survive. She could use something he called magic already, learning to control it. Sometimes she made bad things happen in the house. The TV would break when they were right next to it, shards cutting them deeply, shadows would move around her cousins bed so he could never sleep alone, and sometimes… sometimes her aunt and uncle would feel finger closing around their neck if they called her a freak or yelled too much, or at night, give them dreams of their worst fears, forcing them to see them for hours, and they cried and screamed in their sleep, and Aurora laughed.
The voice, the dark person, the thing inside her mind comforted her again, told her that he needed her to live, and that they would all pay soon.
Aurora was 5 and wanted to die, to be swept away to a place where her disgusting pig of a cousin would never be able to get her at. She was curled up in the grass at a park, Dudley and his cronies surrounding her, taunting her, mocking her, and beating her. Kicks landed on her face, her arm, which was already broken, her legs, already black and blue, stomach… everywhere.
Aurora was 6 when Tom, as that was what she learned he was called, told her it was time they paid for what they did to them. He took control of her body, and she was frightened, until he told her to trust him, and she did, so she didn't fight.
They were so boring, idiotic, mundane… normal. Tom told her venomously, and Aurora knew that out of everything good, innocent, naïve, Muggle, and love… Tom hated normalcy and Muggles the most.
That night, she and Tom went to Dudley's room, where he fell asleep with the TV on.
Dudley began to thrash and scream. Aurora asked Tom what he was doing, and he told her that every bit of pain she went through because of him was happening to him, all at once. When they heard footsteps coming and her aunt and uncle rush into Dudley's room, seeing the scars, burns, brusises on the broken dead body of Dudley, they began to sob and Aunt Petunia clutched at him.
Then, the still dead Dudley began to move, a knife appearing in his hands, and began to slash at Petunia, hitting her face, chopping off her fingers, nose, tongue, and finally slashing her neck. While Vernon attempted to get Dudley off her, Aurora and Tom walked out of the house. They looked back, and then Tom whispered for it to burn.
Number 4, Privet Drive exploded.
"Too much." Tom whispered, smiling.
They began to walk, Tom still in control of Aurora's body.
"Where are we going?" she asked him, only able to think it.
"An orphanage. My old one. Perfect for your training."