Okay so none of the characters or original plot lines creatures belong to me... unfortunately.

This story is dedicated to my loverly Shelentei1991, hope you enjoy it even if no one else does.

Summary: After rescuing Sirius from the dementors in third year Harry realizing how easily he has been manipulated by Dumbledore after he gets sent back to the Dursley´s for another summer, he snaps, how will the existing world react when they understand the boy they once worshiped will become their destruction.

Chapter 1-

Harry sat back against the wall of 'his' cupboard, Vernon had been kind enough to launch him bodily inside as soon as he stepped over the doorstep of number 4 Privet Drive about a week ago.

Apparently Dudley had accumulated much more crap, sorry valuable trophies that needed their own shrine, (one that took up the entirety of his room by the way), to display the amazing abilities that such a violent lump had won, for beating the pulp out of students half his size under the pre-tence of boxing tournaments. Harry snorted the only reason Dudley won it was because 1 anyone hitting him would just bounce off his impressive girth, and 2 all he had to do was simply sit on them and he'd won in under 5 seconds.

Of course bringing that up to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had had the added benefit of his trunk thrown on top of him, crushing him completely, cracking about 3 ribs, fracturing his left forearm and it looked like his left tibia had been snapped completely. This was fairly impressive considering that it generally took the best part of the summer for them to beat him into the state where he couldn't move, and this time it had taken them under 10 minutes.

He grimaced slightly looks like this summer was going to be the best one yet since he'd started Hogwarts, they'd laid off him almost completely during the last couple years, thinking that now he had started school the other 'freaks' would be watching them, now it seemed they'd realised that this was a load of rubbish and he was abandoned during the summer, hence the relocation. This had puzzled Harry, surely he'd have someone looking out for him, even if it was to make sure that none of Voldemort's precious death eaters had found him and tried anything. But if that was the case surely they'd have noticed him getting beaten into the ground before now.

He'd come up with the conclusion that either they were so sure of the wards and whatever else was surrounding him that no wizard could find him, but then again that just fell through because of his desperate escape in the Weasley's car at the start of second year. Then again Dumbledore could have disclosed his location to the Weasley's, but again why did only the boys come,and not the adults. All of this along with the lack of food and water was giving him a headache. He allowed his body to slump into a more comfortable position to try and get some rest, after all it wasn't as if the Dursleys were just going to let him stay in the cupboard all summer without pulling his weight, even if he could barely crawl.

It amused Harry when anyone called him spoiled, or pampered, if this was the good life he'd hate to be properly abused. He was under no allusions about what the Dursley´s did to him was anything other than abuse, when he was younger he'd believed he was the devil child they'd all proclaimed him to be, but now he couldn't care, the pain was barely noticeable half the time, learning to block the worst of it out year's ago was a skill he'd treasured even at Hogwarts, where he'd 'obviously' put his life in danger for the thrill of it. Dumbledore had had the nerve to tell him that these shenanigans he took upon himself would no longer be accepted and that if they continued he, as headmaster would have to take serious action, blah blah blah, and that it was a clear example that he craved the attention that had started to decline as he grew older, this was a load of bollocks, he just didn't care, life lost its meaning year's ago, he'd never been eager to did, but then he'd never been all that eager to live either. To be honest though he hadn't even been listening to much of the words, just looked at Dumbledore's sad twinkling eyes and ever so sincere demenear, Snape's smirk from the corner, and McGonagal's heart broken appearance. The thing was he knew they were all faking their emotions, somehow he always knew when people were lying to him, whether it was words, or actions.

Unfortunately he hadn't been able to get a straight answer from Dumbles about why he had to stay with his 'relatives', slippery bastard sometimes he wondered if it would be so bad if Voldemort won the war, after all he would be back, even Harry isolated and almost oblivious to the worries of the public could tell he'd be back, heck even Ron knew it would happen one day soon and he lived firmly in denial.

If Voldemort did win, if he killed off Dumbledore, what would the world be like, killing off muggles seemed counterproductive to be honest, and besides muggle borns were practically helping the entire discarding world from their continued inbreeding that would lead to magic coming to a complete stop, so that couldn't possibly be his goal as if he got that many followers he had to be able to think fairly logically, but then again who cared muggles deserved whatever came to them, Harry started suddenly.

"Okay now I'm seeing his logic, this can't be good," he looked up at the underside of the stairs in time to catch a load of dust in his eyes, he cursed violently rubbing at them. when suddenly the cupboard door was slammed open, blinding him with the unexpected light that broke through into his darkened world.

It was this sudden unexpected action that brought on his insight, there was no way his life could be like this without magical interference, the teachers would have noticed something about his malnourished state, he'd been caught by them enough times digging through bins at the school without any sense of dignity, searching for food that could keep him going, his over grown clothes that were clearly never his. Without magic he would have been taken away by social services or something, it clicked into place, Dumbledore needed him weak and pliable, he needed Harry to need the wizarding world more than they needed him, he understood now, he was meant to WANT to die for them all as they rescued him from his hateful family, it all hit him just as a meaty fist grabbed him by his his collar, dragging him out that this had been planned.

Harry hissed both in pain as a meaty fist reigned punches down onto his already broken form, and in hate towards his muggle tormentors, to the expectations of the world he'd been chucked into without any knowledge of any sort of real or even useful information that wasn't slytherins are evil and his personal favourite "you're famous Harry", but his hate was directed mostly towards Dumbledore, that manipulative bastard, he'd planned all of this, it was so obvious now, he'd even tried telling teachers and they'd promised to contact someone who could help, only to have them sneer at him the next day and call him a trouble maker.

He would make them pay for what they'd done to him, they would rue the day that they turned Harry James Potter into their darkest fear. He would become the reason they hid when it got dark, he would become a name that was whispered in fear, he would bring his nemesis back himself if he had to, but he would destroy all those who had stood in his way and all those who tried to break him, after all those who are truly Slytherin could never give up after the first hurdle, he was going to allow his more sadistic side out and if the rest of the world had a problem with it, well, it was nothing a very pretty flash of green or red light couldn't cure nicely.

He started laughing, the insane cackle echoed around the house causing the Petunia and Dudley to cower in sudden fear as they realized that they had gone to far, his dear uncle started kicking him again and again, in the stomach, his legs side and even his face, trying to quiet the now clearly broken boy into silence almost desperately, Harry licked at his lips tasting the coppery blood that coated them, he hummed in delight, opening his eyes. they all stared in horror trying to back away as he stood up almost casually, blood dripping down his body, bright white bone glistened through the holes they had poked in the oversized shirt that was now plastered to his now lithe frame, his insane laugh had continued as he opened his eyes, eyes that began to glow a brilliant green light.

Thankyou for reading comments would be nice, I don't have a beta yet so please be kind. after beta-ing I won't care but come on give a girl a shot (Que fluttery eyelashes)... did it work? lol be honest but be nice if that possible thankeesss xxx