AN: Hullo, Raven the Evil Senshi is writing again. I was a little upset
over the taking down of my Goo fic, but I'm okay now. Here's a story that
popped up in my head while seeing 'Chamber of Secrets.' Beware; you may see
Harry in a different light. Warning: The story will get darker in the later
chapters. I don't want to give too much away, but read the quote. Maybe you
can figure out what will happen in the end. Please read and review. If you
want to send me a nasty flame, please use proper grammar. Tell me if I
should continue this or not.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. He's owned by his 'mother' J.K. Rowling. The plot, however, is my creation.
"There is a strange likenesses between you and I." Tom Riddle to Harry while in the Chamber of Secrets
Something was seriously wrong with Harry James Potter.
Well, that was the understatement of the year. After the fiasco of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry returned to his muggle home, oddly detached. Hermione and Ron dismissed it, just thinking he was still upset about Cedric Diggory. It really was a shame that they never saw it coming. All the warning signs were right in front of them, screaming.
Cedric Diggory was the last thing on Harry's mind.
He had gone through the normal adolescent growth spurt. He went from a short 5'4 to a healthy 5'9 before the summer was out. A boy growing fives inches in less than three months was strange. However, Vernon and Petunia paid no attention to Harry and his friends thought it was normal. Not only that, his beautiful green eyes turned darker. How odd a very rare shade of green that one usually did not find in eye color.
Harry Potter was far from normal.
Sure, he was the boy that lived, the boy who defeated Voldemort. He accomplished all these things before he reached the age of 2. Of course that wasn't normal, but this was accepted in the wizarding world. No one really seemed to question why Harry lived. Many just thought that he was destined to. With that note, the Magical World went on with its business.
Poor Harry had always lived in the spot light.
The worse of these 'personal' attacks against him was during his second year. Many claimed him to be the heir of the great Slytherin himself. They were all sadly mistaken when Tom Riddle revealed himself. So many people were ready to expel him all because of some stupid supposed family link! Those stupid prats would never understand Harry! Never! They would keep assuming he brought out the worst happenings at Hogwarts!
That would leave even the greatest person slightly bitter.
Even though Harry went on living his 'normal' life, he still held a grudge. A grudge, which seemed to grow with every near death experience he faced. Something that made him hate everybody because of his enemy. A strange feeling that Harry had always dismissed, never giving it a second thought.
Well, that was until now.
"Damn it Harry, get back here!" A rather angry Vernon screamed at this only nephew. Harry, getting annoyed, spun around and faced him. This was the last thing in the world the near 15 year old needed.
"What?" He barked, surprised at his own reaction. Even though his uncle was awful to him, he never spoke to him like that in such a manner. Something was happening to him and he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Oh damn it! Why did he have to go and explode at everyone?!
"Don't speak to me like that," Vernon growled, his face turning a deep shade of magenta. Harry fought the urge to hex him and came back to his senses. He needed to calm down and try to figure out what was going on. Maybe he needed to owl his godfather, Sirius.
"Sorry Uncle Vernon," The cynical tone in Harry's voice was very distinct. What the hell was wrong with Harry Potter? The only time he was rude to anyone, was Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was just a rude, arrogant boy who blew off everyone. Oh. No. Harry was starting to act like him.
"You better watch your tongue!" Vernon bellowed, sounding like an overrated bullfrog. "I took you in while you were a baby! And this is the thanks I get? You take what I give you and hit my son!" Harry rolled his eyes, much to his disgust.
"I gently pushed him out of the way. I didn't 'hit him'. What things? Please elaborate." Harry knew at this rate, he would never live to see the next term at Hogwarts. He was contemplating owling Ron to stay with him the rest of the summer.
"You could have asked!" Vernon was still yelling. "I gave you clothes and fed you and took care of you. I almost treated you like my son. Almost." By now, Harry's blood was beyond boiling. Some strange transformation was taking place, something that would change his life forever.
"You are not my father," Harry said, in a dangerously low, almost animalistic voice. He breathed in slowly, trying to come back to his senses. Trying to rid himself of some force that was controlling him. The force that would later be his greatest asset if the right people helped him achieve it.
"I pray to God everyday and thank him I'm not. Who would ever love a freak?" That's when Harry lost it. His disturbingly green eyes snapped up towards Vernon. He had struck a nerve that Harry didn't want messed with.
"I pray to God asking him why I'm cursed with you," Harry spat. A strange dark green glow started forming around him. The force that was making him nasty towards people was starting up again. Harry could feel the darkness flowing through his veins.
"Shut up! Why don't you get yourself blown up like your parents?" Harry froze. His breathing stopped and a strange rumbling occurred. It became louder and things started falling down. Harry did not move and kept his head down. So many different things were racing through his mind. The rational side that was Harry disappeared and the 'new' one was left in its place.
"Don't speak to me like that," Harry's voice was so low and sinister sounding, Vernon had a hard time hearing it. The eerie green tint around Harry got darker. The house was shaking and the ground groaned. Petunia's screams could be heard from the other room.
Vernon looked up at Harry with genuine fear. Fear, an emotion that Vernon never showed Harry. He smirked, glad to get such a rise out of Vernon. Ah yes, this was what Harry wanted. Now all he had to say was two easy words and he would never worry-
'Stop it!' Harry's rational side screamed. 'Stop it now!' A dark green flash of light filled the house. The light was bright, and could be seen for many miles around. With a loud bang, Harry stopped. The last thing he saw before blacking out, was his uncle lying on the floor, a pool of blood around him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. He's owned by his 'mother' J.K. Rowling. The plot, however, is my creation.
"There is a strange likenesses between you and I." Tom Riddle to Harry while in the Chamber of Secrets
Something was seriously wrong with Harry James Potter.
Well, that was the understatement of the year. After the fiasco of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry returned to his muggle home, oddly detached. Hermione and Ron dismissed it, just thinking he was still upset about Cedric Diggory. It really was a shame that they never saw it coming. All the warning signs were right in front of them, screaming.
Cedric Diggory was the last thing on Harry's mind.
He had gone through the normal adolescent growth spurt. He went from a short 5'4 to a healthy 5'9 before the summer was out. A boy growing fives inches in less than three months was strange. However, Vernon and Petunia paid no attention to Harry and his friends thought it was normal. Not only that, his beautiful green eyes turned darker. How odd a very rare shade of green that one usually did not find in eye color.
Harry Potter was far from normal.
Sure, he was the boy that lived, the boy who defeated Voldemort. He accomplished all these things before he reached the age of 2. Of course that wasn't normal, but this was accepted in the wizarding world. No one really seemed to question why Harry lived. Many just thought that he was destined to. With that note, the Magical World went on with its business.
Poor Harry had always lived in the spot light.
The worse of these 'personal' attacks against him was during his second year. Many claimed him to be the heir of the great Slytherin himself. They were all sadly mistaken when Tom Riddle revealed himself. So many people were ready to expel him all because of some stupid supposed family link! Those stupid prats would never understand Harry! Never! They would keep assuming he brought out the worst happenings at Hogwarts!
That would leave even the greatest person slightly bitter.
Even though Harry went on living his 'normal' life, he still held a grudge. A grudge, which seemed to grow with every near death experience he faced. Something that made him hate everybody because of his enemy. A strange feeling that Harry had always dismissed, never giving it a second thought.
Well, that was until now.
"Damn it Harry, get back here!" A rather angry Vernon screamed at this only nephew. Harry, getting annoyed, spun around and faced him. This was the last thing in the world the near 15 year old needed.
"What?" He barked, surprised at his own reaction. Even though his uncle was awful to him, he never spoke to him like that in such a manner. Something was happening to him and he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Oh damn it! Why did he have to go and explode at everyone?!
"Don't speak to me like that," Vernon growled, his face turning a deep shade of magenta. Harry fought the urge to hex him and came back to his senses. He needed to calm down and try to figure out what was going on. Maybe he needed to owl his godfather, Sirius.
"Sorry Uncle Vernon," The cynical tone in Harry's voice was very distinct. What the hell was wrong with Harry Potter? The only time he was rude to anyone, was Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was just a rude, arrogant boy who blew off everyone. Oh. No. Harry was starting to act like him.
"You better watch your tongue!" Vernon bellowed, sounding like an overrated bullfrog. "I took you in while you were a baby! And this is the thanks I get? You take what I give you and hit my son!" Harry rolled his eyes, much to his disgust.
"I gently pushed him out of the way. I didn't 'hit him'. What things? Please elaborate." Harry knew at this rate, he would never live to see the next term at Hogwarts. He was contemplating owling Ron to stay with him the rest of the summer.
"You could have asked!" Vernon was still yelling. "I gave you clothes and fed you and took care of you. I almost treated you like my son. Almost." By now, Harry's blood was beyond boiling. Some strange transformation was taking place, something that would change his life forever.
"You are not my father," Harry said, in a dangerously low, almost animalistic voice. He breathed in slowly, trying to come back to his senses. Trying to rid himself of some force that was controlling him. The force that would later be his greatest asset if the right people helped him achieve it.
"I pray to God everyday and thank him I'm not. Who would ever love a freak?" That's when Harry lost it. His disturbingly green eyes snapped up towards Vernon. He had struck a nerve that Harry didn't want messed with.
"I pray to God asking him why I'm cursed with you," Harry spat. A strange dark green glow started forming around him. The force that was making him nasty towards people was starting up again. Harry could feel the darkness flowing through his veins.
"Shut up! Why don't you get yourself blown up like your parents?" Harry froze. His breathing stopped and a strange rumbling occurred. It became louder and things started falling down. Harry did not move and kept his head down. So many different things were racing through his mind. The rational side that was Harry disappeared and the 'new' one was left in its place.
"Don't speak to me like that," Harry's voice was so low and sinister sounding, Vernon had a hard time hearing it. The eerie green tint around Harry got darker. The house was shaking and the ground groaned. Petunia's screams could be heard from the other room.
Vernon looked up at Harry with genuine fear. Fear, an emotion that Vernon never showed Harry. He smirked, glad to get such a rise out of Vernon. Ah yes, this was what Harry wanted. Now all he had to say was two easy words and he would never worry-
'Stop it!' Harry's rational side screamed. 'Stop it now!' A dark green flash of light filled the house. The light was bright, and could be seen for many miles around. With a loud bang, Harry stopped. The last thing he saw before blacking out, was his uncle lying on the floor, a pool of blood around him.