The Demon of Hogwarts

by DZ2

The 'escape to the roof' was more than simple Accidental Magic; now wielding REAL power, Harry seeks to bring a new side of him out for some fun with those who think they can control him, but will he remain a hero or become the villain? Greyish Powerful Haphne;

1. Fire and Shadow

The Demon of Hogwarts: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters; all copyright belongs to JK Rowling; another fandom is mildly referenced in this story; I don't own that one either; all copyright goes to the original creators; I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.

Plot: What if the 'escape to the roof' was more than simple Accidental Magic? Now wielding REAL power, Harry seeks to bring a new side of him out for some fun with those who think they can control him;

Author's Note: As I stated above, another fandom is referenced in this story, but I should point out that it is NOT a crossover; now, for a heads-up, I should point out that Harry is going to be showing different emotions depending on the company he keeps; he's also going to be powerful and have an attitude, language and understanding beyond his age. So, if you don't like any of these things, then for the love of Merlin, don't read this story. That's all I'm going to say about this one.

Dedication: I would like to dedicate this story to Winged Seer Wolf for helping bring back my darker nature; my recommended read for this story is The Rise of a Dark Lord by LittleMissXanda; an amazing Dark Harry story. I would also like to recommend the story Hadrian Potter: Darkness Rising by AvatarVecna; both of these are amazing stories in their own rights.

Harry/Daphne

Other Pairings TBC

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'Thought'

'Mind Speech'

Chapter 1: Fire and Shadow

Power;

What is it and how do some people find it?

For some, it is found within them from birth; a trait or strength that can be taken back along the bloodlines and shown within the newest member of the family.

For others, Power is something that they come across in a moment of discovery or self-revelation;

But, every once in a while, Power can be something that chooses to reveal itself and, when it does, it sends the wheels of fate into such a spin that the future is as unpredictable as the weather.

This kind of Power is the toughest sort and also the most unexplained form of Power;

For this Power is the Power that one is not meant to know about…no matter what the circumstances may be;

But, by the time they realise it…it's too little…too late…

And history, present-time and future are all thrown for a loop…

Such was the case of one Harry James Potter…

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"Freak!"

"Monster!"

"No-one wants you!"

"No-one loves you!"

"What are you going to do? Go running to Mummy: you don't have one."

Harry Potter was lost in a world of pain and fear and sadness as he felt his cousin's thuggish friends aim punches, kicks and spits in his direction; his chest hurt, his back was in a world of pain and he felt like he was going to be sick…but the sickness wouldn't come. Whenever they let up, Harry tried to run and escape his tormentors, but they'd soon catch him and then they'd hurt him again and, when he deemed it time for him to join in, Dudley would come along and aim a kick at Harry's already-bruised stomach.

"That's enough," Dudley laughed, pulling his thugs away from Harry as he told them, "Let's see how far the little monster can get before he dies: go on, Freak; run away…if you can."

As the gang backed away, Harry slowly pulled himself to his feet, knowing that it was obviously a trap for him to listen to his cousin: however, at the same time, he wasn't about to let go of this chance to escape. He may only be ten-years-old, but he wasn't about to fall now just because he was wounded, bruised and bleeding…though he was a little alarmed that his thug of a cousin had actually drawn blood this time.

As soon as his legs moved, Harry found strength that he didn't know he had coming to his aid, allowing him to start running; slowly, sluggishly and awkwardly-clumsy, but he was running. As was the case, no sooner had he started running than Dudley and his gang of laughing hyenas decided to give chase, their calls and laughter echoing in Harry's ears as he ducked behind the school, running to the small alcove where the bins were kept.

This was where he had always come in the past: yes, it stunk to high heaven; yes, it was secluded and impossible to escape if someone got to the only exit, but it was like a haven for Harry. Hidden beneath the overhanging shadows of the school's roof and within the quiet of the area, it was perfect for Harry and perfect for what he wanted when he needed to get away.

But today, all that was different as, no sooner had Harry hidden within the smallest of areas than the sound of laughter and thunder-like footsteps echoed within the small alleyway, making Harry's blood run cold and his head tucked between his knees. Why couldn't they just leave him alone?

He'd do anything to get away;

Just to be safe…free…away from them;

A strong rush of energy suddenly passed through Harry and, when he lifted his head, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he found that he was lying in the shadow of one of the school's largest chimneys, away from the view of anyone below and, as he leaned against the cool metal of the chimney, Harry heard the voices below.

"Where is he?"

"He ran in here: what? Did he just turn invisible?"

"Little freak; Dad will deal with him when he gets home."

"Come on…let's go and find some other loser."

Then, with the same laughter sound echoing in Harry's ears, the boys left and Harry, heaving a deep sigh, tried to get his head around what had happened…because, clearly, something had happened. In the past, Harry had always had moments where he'd felt scared or angry or even desperate and yet, when the moment had passed, something…unusual had happened, but Harry had been a little confused: he hadn't been able to remember what it was.

But now, it was clear to him that something unusual had happened: how else could he have gotten up onto the school roof so quickly from an inescapable area?

Leaning his head against the cool metal of the chimney, Harry tried thinking about what had happened: he remembered the fear and the terror and the desire to be away and then…it was like a warm rush had overpowered him. It may sound strange, but, to Harry, it was like he had been enveloped by flames and then drawn into shadows before being left safely on the roof. With his eyes closed, Harry tried to feel that same power moving through him, his hands laid flat on his lap as he enjoyed the cool breeze that ran across the roof.

What was this…this Power?

Where had it come from?

Could he use it again?

And, quite possibly the weirdest thought in Harry's mind was the fact that, no matter what he thought about what had happened, Harry wanted to use the strange Power again. He had never had power before, but, with this, whatever it was, Harry had a distinct feeling that he could change his life: sure, maybe not with simple things like disappearing and reappearing, but, if this was one power, then…would he have others?

And if he did, how would he unlock them?

Giving a soft laugh, Harry let his head rest against the chimney, the soft light of the sky above shining through his eyelids as he fell asleep, still hoping, praying and, if nothing else, wishing for a way to discover the Power.

As sleep claimed Harry, he was unaware of a strange blackness covering his lightning-bolt scar, a remnant of his parents' death and him becoming an orphan, and, like a virus through his bloodstream, it started to move through his veins, gathering itself within Harry's heart.

Within the blackness, a consciousness that had watched over Harry for so long finally seemed ready to give its young charge what he wanted…

And what Harry Potter wanted…was Power…

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A soft jolt against his skin woke Harry from the small slumber that he'd somehow been drawn into, his eyes blinking rapidly as he looked around: he was still on the school roof, though now there was a soft twilight-like scene that indicated the time of day known as sunset. Craning his neck, Harry breathed in the soft scent of early evening, his mind strangely focused on getting home, but not for the normal reasons that he would have been afraid of being late. No, he wanted to be home for…well, it was better off saying that he was actually looking forwards to getting home; rising from his seated position, Harry looked around, a part of him wondering how he was supposed to get down from the roof.

However, as he wondered about this, Harry could swear that, for a moment, he heard a voice, a soft voice that was eerily similar to his own, whispering to him, 'The same way you got up here…concentrate…you have the power now…'

Though he couldn't quite understand it, Harry actually felt that the information made sense: taking a deep breath, Harry felt it again: that same sensation of warmth and shadow touching his body and then, just like before, he was standing on the edge of the school grounds, his eyes looking at the building with a sense of wonder…and liking.

He liked what he had felt and, as he slowly made his way back towards Privet Drive, Harry had the distinct impression that he was going to enjoy life from now on…

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Standing over the road from Number Four, Harry let a sly smile cross his face as he saw the large frame of his Uncle Vernon waiting for him, no doubt wishing to inflict some sort of tremendous pain upon Harry for something he hadn't done…as usual.

'No,' thought Harry, gathering his will and his strength as he prepared for what was to come, 'Not this time…all I need is a weapon.'

As if on cue, the strange presence within Harry's mind woke up once more and, as he stepped across the road, Harry felt his mind becoming one with the strangeness, filling him with knowledge, information and everything that he'd need to protect himself…and have some fun at the same time.

"BOY!" Roared Vernon once Harry had stepped over the low-garden wall, his face a deep shade of purple while Harry just looked…well, he looked bored. "Where the hell have you been, you little freak? Get inside and make our dinner now!"

With that, Vernon turned away, clearly under the assumption that Harry would listen to him.

"Make me."

The large man's foot seemed to stop in mid-air as he turned back to face a now-smiling Harry, the ten-year-old not even flinching when his Uncle set his piggy eyes on him, his lip trembling and his eyes filled with rage as he asked, "What…did…you…say to…me, freak?"

"I said," Harry replied, taking a deep breath before he cleared his throat and, as though he was speaking to a slow child, he answered, "Make…me Un…cle…"

Vernon saw red; the freak never spoke to him like that, no matter what was said or who was watching: right now, Vernon Dursley didn't care; he ran out to Harry, his fist raised with the intention to hit Harry. However, when he reached five-feet's distance from his nephew, Vernon let out a loud bellow as he was suddenly thrown back into the house, missing the staircase by inches while Harry, checking his nails, told him, "Strike one."

This was too much of an embarrassment for Vernon to bear; grabbing his favourite 'teaching equipment' for the little monster, a black belt covered in spokes that really left their marks, he ran out, the belt raised high. However, once again, Vernon got as far as four-feet before he was thrown back, the belt flying from his hand and wrapping itself around the trousers that were worn by Harry.

"Strike two, Uncle…are you sure you want to go for a third?"

"I'm going to put you out of our misery," Vernon snapped, but, before he could get to his feet, Harry had approached the door of the house and, lifting his hand, he began curling his four fingers and his thumb into a fist. At the same time, Vernon gasped as he felt a sensation creep into his chest like his heart and lungs were shrivelling up, a strong, icy presence wrapping itself around his heart as he was forced to his knees, a mere pup before the big dog that his nephew had become.

"And that," Harry whispered, his words as soft and sibilant as the hiss of a serpent, "Would be strike three, dear Uncle…you're out!"

Splaying his fingers, Harry released the power and watched with amusement as his Uncle went flying through the staircase, crashing through the roof of the cupboard that Harry had called home for the past ten years.

With a loud crash, the roof caved in and a large cloud of dust rose up from the small prison-cell of a room that Harry had lived and slept in.

Shaking his head, Harry lifted his right hand and turned it once, closing the door behind him before he approached Vernon, a look of sheer disappointment in his eyes as he explained, "Look at that: you broke my room, Uncle: whatever will I do for comforts now? Well…I suppose I could always move into Dudley's room and he'll move out."

Vernon seemed to have literally been scared into submission as he said nothing in response, leaving Harry to walk past the broken remains of the cupboard under the stairs and into the kitchen where Aunt Petunia was sat stock-still, her eyes wide with terror when she saw her nephew walk into the kitchen.

This time, Harry didn't bother closing the door as he faced Petunia and, noticing something that was amiss, he asked, "What? No Dudley? Ah well, must be out trying out his future prison outfit, the poor, deluded whale's son that he is."

"Speak when you're spoken to, monster," Petunia hissed, forgetting what had just happened, but she was soon reminded as Harry pushed out with the Power, once again constricting the air and life around Petunia's heart and lungs, but not as long as he had done to Vernon as, after just ten seconds, he let her go.

While Petunia gasped and vomited all over the floor, Harry approached the table as he addressed her, "I know that you're a little hard-of-hearing when it comes to me speaking, so please try to pay attention: given your size and mental capacity, I estimate that it would take me around five minutes for me to kill you if I wanted to, but, for now, you're useful to me. Therefore, here's a new rule: every time you argue against me or fail to listen to my words, I'll increase the time by two seconds. If I get to five minutes and I'm wrong, then I'll just break you as I've just done to your husband. However, if I'm right…well, I certainly won't shed any tears: in fact," he brushed his fingers over his cheek, a thoughtful look on his face as he added, "I wonder if I still can…but I digress."

"Y-You're…j-just like…her," Petunia seethed, her words making her feel sick once more, though the slight jab from Harry's strange Power didn't help much either. "A…freak!"

"Two seconds," Harry mused, holding Petunia in his strange Power-fuelled hold for twelve seconds before he let her go, his words like ice as he hissed, "Don't you get it, Petunia? You're nothing to me; now, you're going to do exactly as you're told and, if you don't, then the time increases by five seconds; now, you seem to know a bit about my beautiful gift, so, to save your potty-mouth, I think I'll just go ahead and call it a night. Maybe I'll learn about my gift in my sleep; who knows? In the meantime, you're going to clear out Dudley's crap and empty that largest bedroom for my use; argue and you will be punished. Ignore me and you will be punished; but if you're a good little servant and do as your Master commands, I'll decrease the time of your next punishment. Now, do you understand me?"

Petunia was silent, but Harry's Power soon had her crying once again as she whimpered, "Yes…yes, I understand."

"Yes…what?" asked Harry, flexing his fingers dangerously as he looked at her.

"Yes…Master."

With a cold grin, Harry moved off towards the door, stopping only once to move Vernon's pale frame off the stairs so that he could go on up to bed, leaving the elder Dursleys to hope and pray that they never had to feel that power again.

'What sort of fun would that be?'

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Lying down on the comfortable bed that had occupied his cousin's whale-like frame for so long, Harry easily drifted off into sleep, but not for the sake of dreams. Instead, when his consciousness was pulled into that world where dreams reside and thoughts become reality, Harry was surprised to find that he was sitting in a high-backed chair within a grand library of sorts that would fit best in a Renaissance or Edwardian-style manor house.

'Weird,' thought Harry, looking around the room with a sense of curiosity, 'How do I know that? Maybe it's the Power; maybe it's given me new knowledge: ah well…I wonder what happened back there…with Vernon and the stairs.'

As if in response to his question, Harry found a large leather-bound book flying from the shelves and landing in front of him, the cover decorated in strange runic symbols that seemed to hold an eternity's worth of knowledge while, in the centre of the book, a single word seemed to answer Harry's questions:

TELEKINESIS

'Telekinesis?' asked Harry, opening the book and, before he knew it, he became engrossed in its pages; all the while, as he read, he was unaware of the strange essence from before, the blackness that had left his scar, leaving the book and trailing along his palm and up into his head, giving him knowledge and control of the Power.

His Power…

And there it is: Chapter 1 of my newest Dark Harry story and it's not like most that I've written mainly cos of one difference: no Harmony.

Anyway, what is the Power? Where did it come from? How does Harry have it and control it?

And, what will this do to Harry's time at Hogwarts and the life he lives from now on?

Keep Reading to Find Out…

Next Chapter: Harry learns who he is and the truth about his parents; plus, his Hogwarts letter arrives and Harry has to teach Dudley a lesson about crossing his Master; also, a different first encounter to the wizarding world and a few home truths about Harry's options from here on in…

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AN: As I said above, another fandom is involved with this story – mostly with Harry's powers – but this is NOT a crossover; anyone that can figure out that fandom gets the next chapter dedicated to them. Oh, and for now, I'll say this: it's not X-Men, so don't think that: Harry's power is NOT mutant power.