Harry Potter and the Power of Intimidation

by Chris Ikari

Prologue: Introducing Tom.

"Mortals... Always messing things up. Especially those bloody muggles." mused the old Vampire as he sat by his fire, surrounded in younglings.

"I hope you are all ready to hear the tale of Harry Potter, its quite a horrific story you know, you may not like it..."

All he recieved was a rather pointed glare.

"Oh, very well then! I suppose I had best start at the beginnning eh?"

More glares answered his question.

"Ok ok, so like I was saying, Mortals are always messing things up! I don't suppose you lot will remember the dawn of Christianity, Biggest bloody mistake that lot ever made! Anyway, as far as that lot are concerned, there was no bigger a mistake than the mistreating of one Harry James Potter, and his tale, goes a little like this..."

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It was a cold windy Saturday morning and in the garden of Number Four Privet Drive, a young boy, who looked about 6 years old, but was actually 9, was lying under the thorniest rose bush on the street, trying to untangle a weed from its innermost branches.

"Stupid Dursleys," muttered the boy under the roses, as he got yet another scratch on his face.

"How come I get stuck doing all their dirty work while Dudley just sits on his fat bum doing nothing!"

"Its not fair, you know it isn't."

"Who said that!" yipped the boy as he jumped with fright, resulting in even more scratches.

"I did, or more likely you did, you just didn't know it."

"Where are you? Who are you?"

"Like I said, I am you, and you are lying under a rose bush."

"But... if you are me, then why can I hear you?"

"Lots of people have voices in their heads, yours just happens to be a little fed up at our situation and intends on doing something about it."

"Just what exactly are you planning on doing?"

"Why giving you control of your life, for once. I can give you power over these people, I can give you an image people will look at and just feel your importance!"

"But.. I'm not important. I'm just a kid."

"You really have no idea the power you wield, do you?"

"No... do you?"

"Oh, Harry my boy, all those strange things you can make happen when your angry, or sad, or afraid. You can learn to control that. Use it against those who would do you harm."

"But... I'm a freak. What I can do isn't natural!"

"Do you think they are good people to listen to when it concerns normality, I mean really, such obsession with perfection, such twisted views on perfection... well its all quite messed up if you ask me."

"So you really think I'm important."

"Oh, Harry, you have no idea just how important you will become."

"Since you know my name, what's yours?"

"You can call me... Tom."

"Ok... Tom. So what's first?"

"Image Harry, your image is VERY important. You know all those hand me downs you have from dudley? Tonight you are going to turn those into proper clothes. Clothes fit for a lord!"

"But I don't know how to make clothes!"

"No but I do, Just steal me a few things from the kitchen and I will turn those old... garments, into clothes so intimidating the mortals will fall to their knees in awe!"

"Ok, What do you need?"

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With a yawn the old Vampire turned to the assembled younglings.

"Time for bed Little ones. I shall tell you more tomorrow night."

Not entirely satisfied the Little Ones hissed and cursed violently as they were ushered into their beds.

"Good Day Little Ones."

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Authors Note

Well, that's the prologue outta the way... Do let me know what you think. Oh! and for those who have read my other stories, I intend on updating those all very soon! I've been ever so busy... but things have settled back down again, and I have time to write.

Do let me know what you think of my latest venture.

- Chris Ikari