Greetings Mortals! It's ya boi, RedRush2906 here with a not-so-origional idea with my own origional flare. At least thats what I hope for... Anyway this is going to be my first full proper soire into full length fanfictions. This is A Harry Potter Fanfic, and as of yet parings are undecided. If you want any then PM or comment. I'm perfectly fine with writting Yaoi, Yuri or Slash, though be warned, I'm not sure how it would come out as I am so much more comfortable writing straight couples.

Warnings: Dark/Evil/Slytherin!Trio Evil/Dark/Slytherin!Harry/Hermione/Ron Mild gore Slight/Heavy Child Abuse Disclaimer: I never shall profit of Harry Potter as it and all characters are property of J.K Rowling

Harry Potter: Age 1

Petunia and Vernon Dursley gazed warmly at their child, Dudley Dursley, with love and affection dripping from their eyes like liquid caramel, or Ice Cream on a hot day. He, like his father, had no neck, a very round and pudgy face, with big faded blue eyes and a small tuft of blond hair protruding from his head. He was theirs. Their perfect, normal, child.

Their gazes then turned and fixed on a child wrapped inrags and clothes obviousley far too large for his thin, long body. He had sharp brilliant green eyes andunkempt jet black hair, which would flow in whichever directions pleased it. he was far from normal.

And the Dursleys' would hate him for it till they died.

Harry Potter: Age 5

It wasn't a coincidence anymore. It couldn't be, could it? No, the results were far to accurate for him to just wave it off as a coincidence. When he wanted thingss to happen, they happened.

At least, he would have been, but the most peculiar thing happened. the first two nights he cried, the lack of food and space terrifying for one so young. the second two nights he stopped crying, having ranout of tears. instead he grew... angry! Angrier than he thought possible! How dare those he called family and somewhat care for do this to him!? And so, the next few nights his lack of food no longer affected him, and Vernon got thinner with each passing day that Harry was locked up. Dudley became so large that moving had become near impossible. Petunia was forced to watch as her family became more and more decrepid with each passing day.

Harry vaugley recaled hearing a sickly Vernon speak to his wife, saying "Get the boy out of there!", and after this, Harry would be confused, as immediatley after the door to the cuboard under the stairs, number four Private drive, surrey was unlocked the sight before was a bewildered Vernon, looking the same as when he was locked up, and Dudley looked his usual pudgey self.

The Dursleys' would pass it of as a coinsidence, and would forget about it in the months to come. But Harry wouldn't forget. He Couldn't.

He would remmember forever.

Harry Potter: Age 8

His life was miserable.

From the moment they had set eyes on him, Harry knew they would have vowed to make his life a living hell. He saw the pure venom inhis oh so beloved Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

Frankly, it made the boy furious.

Had he never seen the level of hate they displayed before he would have been confused as to how such fury could exist. But he understood now, for he HATED the Dursleys' for all they had put him through. This morning however, that would all change. For the last 3 years since he had been locked in that vile decrepid cuboard he had been training himself. He knew the things he could were not normal. He knew he was strange to them.

And, in his mind, he knew what he was. stronger? No, more powereful? nay, he knew he was simply better. Better than all those around him who were weak, pathetic, those who could only dream of the power he possesed! The Dursleys' feared him for it. 'And so they should.' Harry thought this to himself in glee.

Today was the start of his revenge on those who would dare to look down on him.

Harry Potter: Age 11

On the eve or Harry's eleventh birthday, a strange letter arrived. The envelope appeared to be made from a heavy yellowish parchment, green writing inscribed on the back reading,

Mr Harry James Potter,

The Largest Bedroom,

Number 4 Private Drive,

Little Whinning,

Surrey.

It didn't sit well with him, that adress.

Who would use such thick material for an envelope? And who used parchment of all things for an envelope in the first place? Why did it have such a lavish coat of arms and a wax seal? And what with with that adress that was exactly down to a T of where he lived?

Narrowing his eyes, he pulled away the ornate red wax seal, carefull not to break it as it may jave been of value and lifted the top of the envelope away, only to reveal more parchment!

HOGGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on Septembre 1st. We await your owl by no latter than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Harry very suddenly felt like a fish out of water. And for once in his life, he had absolutely no idea what the fuck was going on. At least he knew he wouldn't have to put up with the Dursleys for much longer.

Harry stepped out of one of his two large bedrooms, a gesture of good faith from the Dursleys. One, that they hoped, would keep the demon at bay. For a short while it did, but once something displeased him, even the gates of hell themselves would be a merciful sight to those who knew the green eyed haired agent of evil.

This particular morning felt different to Harry. Vernons eyes driffted upwards at the creaking of the stairs, but quickley shot down as he saw who it was. Harry smirked. The power he held over his so called "family" was incredible.

He sat at the head of the dinning table, waiting what for him was patient as Petunia scurried about the kitchen.

"I'd suggest you hurry up, dear Aunt of mine. I'd hate to see that greece jump to your face..." He chuckled darkly to himself as his Aunts scurrying became frantic.

"You have ten seconds to get me my meal before I do something you won't even get the chance to regret."

Petunia's face paled drasticly, to the point of becoming a blac sheet.

"10."

She flipped the bacon.

"9."

He could hear her heart pounding.

"8."

Vernons grip on his chair became like that of a white knuckle roller-coaster.

"7."

Dudley could do nothing but watch in horror.

"6."

Harry grinned with barely contained sadistic glee.

"5."

She turned ofthe stove, looking around for plates.

"4."

He looked to the pans and began to will the greeces and fats to bubble and boil ominousley.

"3."

Petunia Reached for a plate, ignoring the burn on her hand as she placed it on the stove for ballance.

"2!"

He stared gleefully at Petunia, knowing that now there was nothing she could do to stop her impending demise.

"1.."

Just as Petunia was hastilly reaching for the pan she froze, by no will of her own. All she was able to do was turn her eyes to meet Harry's, silently pleading for mercy, but realizing that she would get none.

"Times up."

His words were even as her body began jerkily bending down, her face meer inches from the boiling juices bellow her.

"No..." Her tears dripped down onto the pan, adding to the impending doom.

Her face was a centimetre from the froth.

"Say that again." He stated through a wide tooth grin.

He was teasing her now? Was her life not enough?

She bit back another wave of tears.

"P-Please... No.." This time she was unsuccsesful as tears streamed freely from each of her eyes.

"One more time."

"Please! No more! I don't wanna die!" She wept openly, shamelessly pleading for her life to the one thing she hated more than anything.

Harry paused her decent, here face no more than four millimetres from the liquid. He looking in mock thought befor his face became steely, his eyes overcat with shadows as if he were death himself.

"How dare YOU! HOW DARE YOU ASK FOR YOUR LIFE!? HOW MANY BEATING HAPPENED tO ME WHEN I BEGGED foR THEM TO STOP!? HOW MANY LOST MEALS!? ANSWER ME WOMAN!" He saw red when saying this, and Petunia could could take no more. The smell of sweat and fear reached his nose as he saw her trembling, legs like jelly. He snorted in disgust, spinning on his heel to face the other two Dursleys, yet keeping his head back.

"Goodbye, Petunia Dursley. You disgust me."

With that whe turned and walked towards the remaining two, summoning a butchers knife to his hand as the womans screams of agony seemed to trail behind him, like a cloak of pain and suffering.

The last thing Vernon and Dudley Dursley saw, was Harry James Potter, saviour apparent of the wizarding world and the boy who lived laugh maniachaly as he slowly disembolwed the two.

He sat in the living room of what used to be the dursleys residence. No one had heard from them in months. A police investigation was launched but when they had arrived on scene there was nothing to report, save a young boy with wild black hair and vibrant green eyes. From him they had learned that the Dursleys' were taking a family vacation, and had left Harry in charge with a sitter to make sure nothing happened. When they asked where the sitter was he had said, "Grocery shopping." And so concluded was the Dursley case.

When they left, all Harry James Potter could do was laugh.

Ronald Weasley: Age 3

For the first year of his life Ron Weasley had the constant love and affection he deserved, he needed. But then everything fell apart. His perfect brothers, Bill and Charlie, had the spolight. They had stolen it from him. Because the were the perfect children. They were in the Gryfindor House. They were Prefects and Quidditch Captain's.

His father was always studdying muggle trinkets of no value in the wizarding world, barely sparring him a glance, his obbsession overpowering the weak affections he felt towards his youngest son, and his mother was a shrew who would only give her affections to those she felt had deserved it.

And then came Ginny. The finnal straw. Now the most contact he had with his parents was the morning greeting. The only two who carred for him were his elder twin brothers, Fred and George.

They were his only family.

Ronald Weasley: Age 8

Arthur Weasley was beyond drunk. That was becoming a common occurrence for him though. Arguments with his beloved and what not. However this particular night the were talking of their sons. Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, then of course, Ron (though he was mentioned the least, and what of him they mentioned wasn't good.).

Ron couldn't sleep, and so went to the kitchen to get some hot cocoa, at which point Arthur was stumbling to and thro, an alchoholic blush prominent on his cheeks. His eyes seemed to focus for a second, focusing on ron before he snarled in rage. For the first time Ron feared his father.

Like a scene from a horror film, Ron stumbled back, whilst his father stumbled faword.
Ron had no time to react as his father lunged at him, yelling "DISCRACE!" As lound as his lungs would allow him, his palnm finding contact with his sons cheek.

He then stumbled over to a chair and promptly collapsed into it.

All Ron could do was sit there bewildered, his hand gently caressing his stinging cheek.

Ronald Weasley: Age 11

On his 11th birthday rons 'Hogwarts Acceptance Letter' arrived. He'd have smiled if it were not for him hearing mother complaining about ' how it was all even more expensive than lastr year', and ,'Not worth the hassle, that boy'.

He didn't speak to his parents for the rest of the night.

They didn't even know why.

Hermione Granger: Age 7

Hermiones parents ignored her. They had done since she had first used magic. They fed her, clothed her. Took her to school and said have a good day like all the other parents, but they never treat her the same as they had used to. They stopped calling her 'sweetie' or 'dear'. They no longer read her bed time story's, or tucked her in. They didn't cut the crust of her sandwiches or put loving notes in her packed lunch.

In this, Hermione was truly alone.

Herrmione Granger: Age 11

Hermione sat like she always did on her birthday, reading another book she had gotten on her lattest birthday, the first in the criticaly aclaimed series 'Harrison Plotter' by J.K Simmons. That was until a heavy, parchment concealed letter arrived, one with strange green writting on it. After reading it her parents were white as a sheet. They had always known something was wrong with their daughter, but a witch?

This was where they'd draw the line in the sand. This magic nonsence would end there and tonight.

~Outside the Grangers Residense~

A hooded figure sat on a bench almost directly outside the grangers house. Frizzy, untamed black hair was visible, a few white streaks clear aswell.A slightly curvacious body also revealed the charagter to be a woman. Her eyes wildly read the newspaper on her lap, madeningly searching for something. Her black lips twiched into a mad smirk as her eyes landed upon what she was searching for.

{Dailey Prophet}

Main Headlines

DEATHEATER MASS-BREAKOUT; AZKABANS DAYS NUMBERED?

By: Rita Skeeter

A large group of Deatheaters (Servants of He Who Must Not Be Named) occured just weeks ago, the likes of Sirius Black, Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr. have been reported to have escaped Azkaban Prison before Dementors or any on-site Aurors could arrive. An inquiry was held involving the Minister of Magic, Cornelious Fudge, as to wether or not Azkaban is still fit for the modern crimminal.

Due to the raid on Azkaban, Lucious Malfoy, a current member of the Ministry of Magic and head of the Malfoy Family, is being reassed due to rumored conections to He Who Must Not Be Named, even once accused of being a Deatheater. However Mr. Malfoy, as many of He Who Must Not Be Named's followers, pleaded to have been under the effects of the Imperius Curse.

It is said that the public should be on high alert for any previously known Deatheaters. Bellatrix Lestrange is in particular to be considered dangerous. It is rumoured that she had a daughter, but due to her connection the Deatheaters the child was given to muggle family, despite being a Pureblood herself. The Malfoys are said to have offered to adopt the child, but at the time they were under investigation.

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The womans eyes fliitted to the house in front of her and narrowed dangerously. How dare they give her child to some filthy muggle household, make her child into a mudblood!? The had done a blood adoption on her precious 'mione, but she could reverse that given a small amount of time.

Bellatrix Lestrange was coming for her daughter. And her daughters name was not Hermione Granger.

Her daughter's name was Hermione Lestrange.

And that's a wrap folks, hope you enjoyed and if so then stay tuned for the next part,

Peace mah bruddahs and sistahs.