Being evil like a Demon

Summary: Harry decides that he don't want to fight in the war anymore. Everyone from the order of phoenix gets angry and some decides that they want to change his mind. Dumbledore lets Harry get tortured. On Harrys seventeenth birthday he escapes from his prison and disappears from everyone.

Warnings: Abuse, murder.

Thoughts

Chapter 1: I won't fight!

Harry screamed as he felt the effect of the crucio, that he was suffering under. His skin felt as if it was being pierced by a thousand of needles. It felt like forever before the horrible curse was lifted again. "Have you changed your mind boy?" asked an angry male voice. Harry lay on the floor beside the chair he had been sitting on, before the torture session had begun. His body was shaking with the aftereffects of the spell. "No" Came the hoarse whisper from his dry lips.

The other man growled in anger and conjured a long black leather whip up. He looked towards the third person in the room. "Cuff him to the wall and remove his shirt!" He hissed out. The third man in the room paled at this, but did as the man who held the commando said.

Harry was to dazed to realize what was being said. He felt someone grabbing his arms and cuffing him to the wall, with his back facing away from it. He felt the back of his shirt being ripped open. Harrys body was still shaking, as he heard the telltale swuush before something hit his back with a smack. He tried to keep from screaming as he felt the whip hitting him over the back. Tears were threatening with falling and it felt as if his body was on fire.

Before he could recover from the pain, a new hit came. This time it was harder to keep from saying anything. With the third hit he whimpered slightly and a tear slipped down his cheek. Why were they doing this to him? Weren't they supposed to be his comrades? Weren't they on the same side? Harry thought miserably. He was whipped five more times before it stopped.

"Have you changed your mind now?" asked the man again, this time in a gentler voice, as he took in the bloody sight of Harrys back. Harry didn't say anything. The man growled in anger as he was being ignored. No one ignored HIM! He walked over to the slightly smaller man, and touched his hand to the bloody mess that was Harrys back. Harry hissed in pain as his open wounds were being touched. He cried out when he felt nails dragging down his back, through all his new wounds. "How about now!" hissed the man into his left ear.

Harry shook his head as an answer to the question. The other man growled in anger. "Why won't you fight! Why have you suddenly changed your mind? You stupid boy!" Screamed the man I rage, with every word he hit Harry in the side with a fist. Harry was crying freely now. The pain was too much to handle, for him to hold it in. "Answer me you brat!" screamed he as he fired a new crucio at him. Harry screamed and cried in pain. His whole body were convulsing at the pain. And it felt as if his muscles were being ripped into pieces.

"P-Plea-se no more, no more! " Harry cried and begged. The man lifted the curse and uncuffed him, Harry sunk to the floor in a heap. His weak body landed with a thud and he whimpered in pain. He slowly looked up at the man before him. "You keep saying that you won't fight! But you have to! That is the only way to stop him, and you are the only one that can stop him! Why won't you?" The man calmly asked. Harry looked away from the angry eyes that were watching him. "I don't want to fight, that's all" Harry whispered. Harry looked back at the man and noticed that his anger had seemed to intensify at his words. Harry gulped and braced himself as he felt a fist hitting him at the side of his head. He fell to the floor and the man jumped onto him. He started hitting him like crazy. At this point the pain was simply too much to bear and after some time Harry sunk into unconsciousness.

When he woke up again he was met with darkness. He blinked a couple of times but the darkness remained. He slid his fingers over the floor and came to the realization, that he was in his room at Grimmauld place. As he tried to sit up pain coursed through his body. He whimpered and quickly stopped moving.

How long has this been going on now? Harry thought sadly.

At the end of his sixth year Harry had begun to wonder about the war. Was everything Voldemort stood for really that bad? All he ever wanted was to make sure that the wizarding world continued existing. But through the years he forgot the wars purpose and became insane. But his ideals had been good in the beginning; he wanted to make sure that the wizarding world never was to be discovered by muggles. Maybe Harry could help him set his ideals back to what they were again.

It was because of this kind of thoughts that Harry had started changing. He wanted a world with no war. He wanted peace. Soon he discovered that all the Order wanted, was to kill Voldemort and win the war. When Harry had suggested that, maybe they should try to talk to Voldemort, come to a compromise. They had all laughed at him. No one listened to their so called savior. After some time Harry decided that he didn't want to fight. That is when the Order showed is true face.

Most of the members of the Order of Phoenix were so obsessed with this war, that they decided that they wouldn't let Harry leave. They were sure that they could make him change his mind. They consulted with Dumbledore and he agreed to let a selected few try to persuade Harry, to continue with the war. That is when the torture first began. For almost six weeks he had been tortured. They would retrieve him twice sometimes thrice a week and try to change his mind. Every time they would be at it, until Harry fainted from the torture. So far they had beated him, whipped him, burned him, stuffed his head into water, until he almost passed out from lack of air, starved him, carved with knives into his skin, used the unforgivables on him and so on. The list was endless.

Harry had long ago come to the conclusion, that Voldemort was an angel compared to his tormentors. What made Harry want to give up and end his life the most was, that no one seemed to even think about what was happening to him. Every one of his so called friends and family seemed to think that the treatment, which he received now, was the right one for a traitor like him.

Harry knew that the ones that tortured him enjoyed it immensely. Sometimes Harry wondered what would happen if he just gave in. would his life get easier. Would they stop hurting him? The only ones who hadn't done anything to him, were the Weasley twins, Remus Lupin and Severus Snape. Everyone else seemed to have some kind of pent up rage towards him. Sometimes the twins would come see him, and they would sneak him some food. They would also tell him to keep up his spirit, he would get out soon.

Snape would sometimes treat his wounds and Moony would tell him that he was working on a way to get him out of this hellhole. Harry would just smile at everyone and would tell them not to worry so much. All of them would show their concerned faces and tell him not to try so hard to look okay.

Harry was brought out of his musing when the door into his room was opened. He narrowed his eyes towards the sudden light. A black blurry figure stood in the doorframe. The person came into the room and lighted a candle. Harry squinted his eyes at the sudden light. He looked at the other man and smiled a little. "Severus, what can I do for you?" Harry said and turned his gaze towards the ceiling. The other man snorted and looked at the teen. "Survive?" He said. Harry chuckled a little. "Sometimes I don't think that I can do that" Harry said in a whisper and gave a sad smile.

Severus sighed as he entered Harrys prison of a room. Every time he laid eyes on the green-eyed boy he was surprised that he was still alive. He was thin, covered in blue and yellow bruises; he was also covered in blood and dirt. The boy was a mess. Severus was only allowed into the boy's room after an evening like this. The boy needed to be healed a little so that he would survive. Somewhere in the last couple of weeks the two men had come to an understanding. They would help and look out for each other. Severus was gravely saddened every time he looked at Harrys battered body. He was reminded why he had chosen, to be more loyal to Voldemort than to Dumbledore.

His musings were interrupted by Harrys hoarse voice. "What date is it today?" the raven haired teen asked. Severus looked at the boy. "It's the 30th of July and before you ask it is 8 in the evening" He said. The teen smiled slightly at this. Only a couple of hours until his birthday.

Severus slowly turned Harry around, so that he could inspect the teens battered back. He couldn't help but gasp at the gruesome sight. The skin was torn into shreds and the blood was everywhere. Severus felt bile in the back of his throat. "Have you seen it?" He asked the boy in a concerned voice. The teen shook his head in no. "Good" Severus answered relieved. He quickly went to work and cleaned him up. When he was done Harry had about 20 long gruesome looking scars on his back, he had 3 ribs mended and a split eyebrow and lip healed.

As Severus got up to leave he looked at the smaller male and sighed in despair. "Harry, when you get out of here. Please seek out the Dark Lord, he can help you" The darker man said sincere. Their eyes met for a second and Harry nodded. Severus sank the clump in his throat and kissed the boy on the forehead before he left.

Harry had only been asleep for about an hour before the pain sat in. He was jolted out of his dream, filled with pain. He whimpered and rolled over onto his stomach and got up on his knees and hands. He looked around the dark room and had no idea what time it was. But he figured that he was coming into his inheritance, which some magical people got into on their seventeenth birthday. He remembered Hermione talking about it before the summer holiday. Harry gasped out as his body shook with tremors. Why was this happening, he didn't want to change into something else.

It felt as fire was spreading from his stomach out to his toes and fingertips. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as his body shook. Suddenly he screamed as his back was torn open again and two large black wings sprung out, they were scaly and covered in tissue and blood, he briefly noticed a long tail flickering behind him. His scream turned into a growl as his canines and nails grew about a half inch. His blood felt warmer than usual and his eyes were stinging. He was panting in pain and sobbing.

As his breathing turned normal he could hear someone nearing the door to his room. This is my change! I'm leaving now! Harry thought as he got up on his feet, he wobbled a little because of his wings but quickly steadied himself. The door was thrown open and in came Ron Weasel. "Be quiet you freak! Everyone is trying to sleep!" He yelled in rage. But he gasped as he took in the form of one Harry Potter. "Who are you and where is the freak!" Ron hissed in anger while looking around. Harry chuckled darkly. "What dearest Ronnykins, can't recognize your old friend?" Harry asked in a mocking voice. Ron gulped and slowly started to back out of the room as he took in the changes in Harry.

Harry had felt a deep hunger when he saw Ron, his throat suddenly felt dry like sandpaper and a voice inside his head started yelling:" Food, Food, Food, Ron is FOOD!". When he had noticed the redhead backing out of the room, his new instincts took over, his prey was escaping. He jumped at the other teen and got a good hold of him, he backed him into the wall. And he chuckled as he heard the boy whimper as he hit his head. Harry smirked and sunk his newly acquired fangs, into the pale neck covered in ugly freckles.

Harry couldn't help but moan, as the sweet red and warm liquid slipped down his throat. The "food" soothed his dry throat. Who knew that blood could be as good as any other kind of food? He ignored Ron's sobbing and continued to drink.

Harry hadn't meant to hurt Ron too badly, but he hadn't had any food in three days. So before he knew it the boy's heart stopped beating, and he turned limp in the black haired boys arms. Harry retracted his fangs and licked his lips, while humming in pleasure. Hm, now, what to do with this trash? Harry thought. He looked down at Ron and smiled wickedly as he got an idea.

As the morning arrived occupants of Grimmauld place number 12, was woken by a loud and horrible scream. Every one tumbled out of bed and went to find the reason for the sudden commotion. What they found was not something they expected. A sobbing Hermione Granger was sitting on the floor in front of her room cradling a very dead looking Ron Weasley to her chest. "Miss Granger what is going on here!" asked an irritated looking Remus Lupin.

Hermione Granger looked towards her ex-professor and screamed: "He's dead! My Ron is dead!" Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

TBC.

This is a very different story for me to write. I usually drop my stories after some time, because I go dead in them. I hope that this one will be different for me.

Should this story be a Tom/Harry or Draco/Harry?

I would like to know what you guys think, is this a story that could be good? Please leave a comment for me; I like to know what you think. Now have a nice day or evening. :)