Harry Potter/Underworld Crossover

A/N - I have never seen a crossover harry potter with underworld that isn't crossed over with someting else as well so i thought what better way to find one then to write one? But seriously if anyone has found 1 please let me know cuz i would love to read it!

Disclaimer: ok so listen up cuz i ain't gonna repeat myself in any more chappies! I do not own Harry Potter or Underworld! If i did I wouldn't be sitting here on my notebook i would be traveling the world and letting my fans bask in my glory! lol

Summary: Harry's home life has gone from bad to worse, can anybody save him? Will he ever be the same again?
Takes place after 4th yr GoF

WARNINGS: Child Abuse!!, plus a bit of mild swearing and a little bit of gore

And on with the story!


Harry was cleanig the bathroom for the third time that week. The Dursley's had severly upped his chores that summer and given him his own ensuite. At first he had been shocked, when had they ever done something nice to him? But then the realized, now they could lock him up well and truly in his own room without worrying about having to let him out. The first few days had proved this, he had been locked up with no food for a reason he couldn't remember now. It wouldn't have been so bad, but his friends hadn't written to him. To be truthful he hadn't been suprised. He had found out that, to put in bluntly, Dumbledor was a manipulative lying old coot.

It had started in the hospital wing after the third task. Sirius had slipped him a note before he had left while the Weasleys, Hermione and the headmaster had been in the room. After they had left he had opened the slip of parchment and had his world crash down. Dumbledor was the cause of everything. He had let Quirrel and Moody get their jobs, Remus to get fired, Sirius to get put in Azkaban without a trail, and the reason he had an eventfull near death experience every year. Each year had been a 'test' that he had to pass, to the headmaster he was pawn, a weapon to be used, and he had manipulated his whole life to position him where he wanted. Sirius had already figured this out so Dumbledor put compulsion charms on him to go after Pettigrew and then pulled some strings so that Sirius wouldn't get a trail. He even picked his friends for him. Paying the Weasley's to have Ron be his friend and Hermione in ancient texts.

He of course hadn't believed it. His friends being paid to be his friends by Dumbledor? His grandfather figure putting him in all those dangerous situations? Bah. But that had all changed when he overheard a conversation between his supposed best friends.

Flashback

Harry had forgotten his book for his study time in the Library. Exams were coming up soon and so he had to cram. It also helped to take his mind off Sirius' note and the third task. He stopped outside the door to the dormitaries when he heard a voice say his name. Thinking he could prove to his godfather that Ron and Hermione really were his friends, he stayed and listened in.

"I don't want to do this any more 'Mione," the voice was Rons' and had a hint of a whine to it.

"You know what the headmaster said, we have to keep this up until the wars over!" Hermione's shrill voice left him with a sinking feeling in his gut.

"But you see that prat! Parading about all the time 'I'm so cool and famous look at me!' Bloody git" He snarled trying and failing at mimicking Hary's voice.

"Well. it won't be too much longer, next year all we have to do is hook him up with Ginny like the headmaster said and she can do most of the work. Though I do agree with you he is so spoiled it makes me sick! Honestly almost getting himself killed just for attention, Potter's unbelievable," her use of his las name struck a chord in him and he had quietly escaped down the stairs.

End Flashback

Harry pulled a face at both the memory and the idea of being with Ginny. The girl was an obsessed fan girl. It was probably her dream come true to be told to be his girlfriend. She wasn't even that good looking. She ate way too little to try and look good and so was sickly thin and it truth be told, revolted him to think of him touching her in any romantic way.

"BOY!" the bellow came from downstairs.

Harry sighed and put his cleaning tools down on the bathroom mat, taking care not to jostle his wounds.

His Uncle Vernon had taken to drinking and that coupled with the nightmares he had everynight was not a good combination. Bruises and cuts littered his frame which had gone from skinny to skeletal in the few weeks he had been 'home'.

Using the edge of the bench to heave himself up he stood on shaking legs and staggered to the doorframe which he then used to get into the hallway.

"FREAK! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" His uncle bellowed again.

"I'm coming!" his yell was weak and not nearly as loud as his uncles.

"HURRY UP! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"

Usually his uncle wasn't home for another few hours, whatever had made him come home early though obviously couldn't be good for him.

Entering the living room his uncle glared in a sinister way at him. Aunt Petunia was peering out from the kitchen trying to find out what the freak had done this time. Dudley had gone off with his friends again to 'have tea' which really meant beating up ten year olds. Walking to stand a few feet in front of his uncle he didn't miss the triumphant gleam in his eye when Vernon saw him limping. In his eyes the little freak hadn't nearly got enough.

"Yes Uncle Vernon?" he said staring down at his feet. Because of this he didn't see the blow to coming until it hit the side of his head. His uncle must be really mad. Toppling to the side he sat, trying to clear the fog in front of his eyes from the blow. He did expect the next blows though.

A solid punch landed on his stomach and then another on his chest. Harry's breath let him and he started coughing which in turn brought more punches on his chest, stomach, back, arms and legs and even his face which was a first, they usually left alone the parts where people could see. When his uncle grew tired of punching he took to kicking and yelling.

"FREAK! YOU COST ME MY JOB WITH YOUR FREAKISHNESS! NO WONDER YOUR FREAKY FRIENDS DON'T WRITE TO YOU! ALL YOU DO IS BRING BAD LUCK! WE SHOULD HAVE DROPPED YOU OFF AT A STINKING ORPHANAGE WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE! WE TAKE YOU IN OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF OUR HEARTS AND WHAT DO YOU DO? GET US FIRED! COMPLAIN! WHINE! wAKE US UP EVERYNIGHT SCREAMING FOR YOUR MUMMY! WELL I GOT NEWS FOR YOU! YOUR STINKING WHORE OF A MOTHER AND DEAD BEAT FATHER WENT AND GOT THEMSELVES BLOWN UP AND WE GOT STUCK WITH YOU!"

Harry curled up and took it without crying out, he had been through so many beatings and cruciatus curses that his pain tolerance had become abnormally high. But even so this beating had to be the worst and though usually the insults were easy to shake off the insults to his parents were getting to him. His silence seemed to be infuriating his uncle because the blows came more vicious and violent. Finally they stopped and his uncle grabbed him by his scruff and hauled him into the cupboard under the stairs, slamming the door and bolting it shut behind him.

'At least he threw me in hard enough to black out so I don't have to deal with the pain just yet' he thought as he faded into unconsciousness.


The next morning Petunia walked into the kitchen and upin realizing that breakfast wasn't ready shrieked for Harry to do it.

"Brat! Make breakfast!"

When there was no response she shrieked again "Freak! Get down here and make breakfast!"

Again there was no response.

Fuming she stormed up to the cupboard and yanked it open, ready to scream at the boy for ignoring her. But when she opened the door she stopped dead, then screeched for her husband.

He lumbered into the hall a few minutes later, "Petunia flower whats the problem? If its that boy-"he said twisting the word as if the subject disgusted him - which it did "If its that boy he'll get whats coming to him don't worry"

In response his wife just pointed into the cupboard. When he bent over to look his lip curled. It was obvious that the boy had woken up at one stage as written around him in his own blood were the words 'Help me' overlapping that in fresher blood was 'Kill me'. It looked like he had given up and succumbed to the pain towards the end. At first glanced he looked dead slumped against the wall but when Vernon looked closer he could see and hear a shallow rasping breathing escaping Harry. Walking into the lounge he retrieved his cane and then poked the boy harshly with it. Heaven forbid he actually touch it.

A low moan escaped the boy but he did not wake up. It didn't look like he would live too much longer, his breathing was shallow and rasping and if he he had felt the boys pulse it would have been slow and faint. Petunia looked worriedly at her husband.

"What are we going to do? The freaks will come knocking soon and he won't heal fast enough even with help and I definetly don't want to help it. They will ask questions." She said

Vernon thrummed his porky fingers against the cane and thought for a few moments before and smug and wicked smile stretched across his bloated face.


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