Love and War
Dumbledore didn't die under the raid in book number six.
Summary: Harry life changes drastically when someone finally makes his eyes open. Is Dumbledore really good? Was Ron and Hermione always the way they are now? Why is Draco Malfoy suddenly nice? Creature inheritance. Ron, Hermione and Dumbledore bashing. Abuse. Manipulation.
Warnings: abuse, bad language, violence.
"Talk"
*Telepathic talk*
'Thoughts'
Parseltongue
~Flashback~
-Dream-
Letter
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I'm just using the characters for my own pleasure. :D
Chapter 1: Waking up
"Potter! Get op now!" Petunia Dursley screamed through Harrys bedroom door, while knocking loudly on it. Harry slowly opened his eyes. He was greeted by the bright blurry outline of his plain, boring and ugly room. But it was his room. Harry tried not to move to quickly around, his body was still sore after the beating he got two days ago. It's funny how life can change so quickly. The first couple of years he lived with the Dursleys, weren't too bad. He was still treated like a house elf. But they didn't beat him. That of course changed after he was admitted into Hogwarts. Every time he was home from school, on the summer holidays, his uncle got more vicious. The man was sometimes worse than Voldemort himself. Harry sighed and looked down on his small battered body. The cuts and bruises weren't so bad this time. He slowly fell into the memory of how he got them.
~It had been a day like all the others. Harry had been woken from his light slumber in his room by Petunia. He went downstairs and made the breakfast, which he wouldn't get to eat. When the food was done, he went to place it on the table in front of his fat cousin and uncle. But he forgot to be careful around Dudley. The whale looking boy tripped Harrys legs and the food went flying all over the kitchen. "Dad, look what he did!" Screamed Dudley. Vernon lowered the newspaper he had been reading, and looked at the floor where Harry was laying. His face quickly turned an ugly shade of purple. "You insolent, stupid, filthy little freak! You did that on purpose! Wasting our food and dirtying everything around you! Look at the mess you have made!" Screamed Vernon. For a moment Harry almost thought that his uncle's face would explode from his high blood pressure, but unfortunately it didn't. Vernon got up from his seat by the table, and stalked over to where Harry was laying. In his rage he started kicking the smaller boy. He also made sure to get a couple of good hits in his face. Petunia obviously heard the noise from wherever she was, and came running into the kitchen. She quickly saw what was going on. "Make sure that he cleans everything up, when you are done. I don't want stains!" She said and left again. Harrys eyes were swimming with unshed tears. He had hoped she would maybe, just maybe help him this time. But he was disappointed again. The beating continued for a half hour or so. But to Harry it felt like an eternity. When Vernon finally stopped the abuse, Harry was covered in red bruises and a lot of cuts. Somewhere while beating Harry, Vernon decided that beating the boy wasn't good enough, so he found a knife and started cutting into Harrys arms and neck. Though, he made sure that the wounds were never deep enough to actually kill Harry. But they were painful and bleeding anyway. "That may teach you not to that again! Hopefully you have now learned your place. You are nothing but a stupid, clumsy, filthy little freak! Know your place and do as I say! Do you understand!" Yelled Vernon, while grabbing a handful of Harrys raven colored hair and yanked. A whimper broke over Harrys lips and more tears streamed down his cheeks. He gave a small nod, his voice to sore from all the screaming and pleading to be used. "Good! Now clean up all this mess, I want the place to be spotless!" Vernon said with a smirk, that would make Draco Malfoys smirk look like a sweet smile.~
Harry shuddered. The memory was definitely not a pleasant one. "POTTER! GET YOUR FILTHY LITTLE ASS DOWN HERE AND MAKE MY FOOD!" Screamed Vernon from downstairs. Harry quickly scrambled out of his bed and got his clothes on in record time. He almost fell down the stairs from his hurrying. He walked into the kitchen and started on the bacon. While making the food his thought started to wander. He felt lonely. This summer he hadn't got a single letter. It was like the summer before his fifth year all over again. Why hadn't anyone written to him? Surely they hadn't forgotten him? His thoughts wandered to the headmaster. Harry never really forgave the man after Sirius' death. Dumbledore could just have told Harry about the prophecy. Then he would have been more serious about his lessons with Snape. But nooo, the man had to wait telling him about it until after Sirius died. Harry still mourned the man. He had been the closest thing to a father that he ever had. Harry felt his eyes starting to sting. After Sirius died, Harry became more careful around the Headmaster. He started noticing how manipulated the man really was. Harry felt his temper rising, just thinking about the old goat.
"Dad! Harry is acting weird again! I bet he's doing something weird to the food!" Dudleys voice suddenly boomed through the room. Harry lifted his head and looked towards the table, which was placed in the kitchen. Vernon was looking at Dudley and then towards Harry. Harry felt fear run down his back. "What do you think you are doing? Are you trying to kill us! You better start explaining you freak!" Vernon yelled while walking closer to Harry. Harrys eyes darted towards the door and then towards Dudley. They boy was sitting there with an evil smile on his face. To him this was all a show, like those insane programs in the television. Suddenly a fist was hit into Harrys head. His glasses fell of his face and slid over the floor. His head felt like it was being split open and he could hear a ringing inside it. "You listen to me when I talk to you!" Screamed the man into his face, spit flying everywhere. Harry panicked and tried to get away from his uncle. The man got even angrier. He grabbed Harry by his hair and dragged him out from the kitchen. While passing Dudley the man yelled at him to get out of the house. Dudley pouted, but quickly did as his father said when he saw the man's glare.
When Dudley was gone, Vernon dragged him up into Harrys room. Harry tried with all his power to wiggle his way out of the man's iron grip. But of course it was impossible; the man was bigger and stronger than Harry. Vernon kicked the door close, when they got inside the room. This made dread fill Harry. This could not be good. Harry started fighting even more. Vernon growled in anger when Harry kicked him over his shin. He threw the boy down on the bed and sat on top of him. He started hitting Harry in the face and on the chest. Harry refused to scream out in pain, which only made Vernon angry. He ripped the shirt of the boy and used it to tie Harrys hands together. Then he took a knife out from his pocket. "Maybe this will make you scream." He said in a low and dangerous tone, while his eyes were gleaming evilly. Harrys eyes widened as he saw the knife. It was one of those you could fold out, so it wasn't a big one. But Harry was sure it was sharp. He saw the blade be lowered onto his chest and he felt the pain as it sliced his skin open. Harry had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying out. He felt the knife slice his skin a couple of more times, before Vernon stopped. He was getting bored, the boy didn't even cry.
Harry slowly opened his eyes when he felt Vernon get of him. He looked down his torso saw all the blood. He almost felt like fainting. But that would make Vernon angry, and then he would beat him even more, so Harry held on. He looked over at Vernon, and saw the man standing there and thinking. Suddenly a wicked smile got onto his face. He flipped Harry over and took of his belt of. Before Harry even got to understand what was happening, he felt the belt on the skin of his back. He screamed at the pain. It was excruciating. Vernon laughed and kept hitting him with the belt. Harry felt his skin being ripped open and blood flowed down his sides. He kept screaming and crying.
After some time the whipping stopped and he felt the bed dip. He felt hands on his hips, lifting them so his butt was sticking up in the air. His pants were removed and rough hands began touching his skin. Then he felt something big and hard lining up behind his butt, and his eyes widened in fright. "No! Please no!" Cried Harry out through his split lips, he tried to get away from the man behind him. He heard an evil laugh and then felt something hard push into him. It felt like he was being split in two and he screamed in pain. Vernon didn't stop, so that Harrys body could adjust to him. He just started pushing in and out of the small body before him. Harry was crying and begging the man to stop. The pain was all consuming. Harry could hear the pants and moans coming of his uncle. But the noises came from far away. The torture were making darkness swim before his eyes. The last thing he heard and felt was the man coming inside of him, and then he greeted the darkness.
Vernon looked down onto the boy before him. He was an even better fuck than his own wife. 'This will definitely not be the last time' he thought with a sated smile, before he pulled out of the little freak. He tugged himself into his pants again and got up from the bed. He looked at the boy one more time before he left out through the door. He needed a shower. Wouldn't want to get infected by something bad.
Harry slowly woke from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked out through the window. He tried to get out of his bed, but pain coursed through his body at even the smallest movement. A whimper and groan escaped his lips. For a blessed moment he couldn't remember why his body was killing him, but then all the memories flashed before his eyes. Harry shuddered and nausea flew through him. He closed his eyes and tears started to fall. He slowly curled into a ball while sobbing. The pain, the loneliness, everything just became too much. He felt his insides break, the pain weren't just physical, but also emotionally.
Harry cried for a long time. When he finally stopped, he just laid there thinking. 'Why haven't anyone visited? They said they would check on me. So where is everyone? They probably got too tired of me; maybe they decided that they can handle Voldemort by themselves' Harry thought depressed. He looked at the calendar on his wall and gave a gasp. He checked the date again and again. Tonight it would be his birthday. He would turn seventeen. A smirk slipped onto his lips. That meant he could leave this place, and it meant he could do magic without been punished. Harry started chuckling. Finally he would be free from the Dursleys and they would pay for what they had done to him. He felt his mood lift and happiness flittered through his body, like small butterflies.
The whole day he was left alone. He could sometimes hear Dudley trying to sneak into Harrys room, but Petunia always stopped him. She told Dudley to stay away from Harrys room, because he had gotten really sick with something highly dangerous. Since she had said that, Dudley made no more attempts to get into the room. All day Harry just laid there in his bed. He still couldn't move much, before he felt the pain. But at least he could move a little.
He used most of the day to think. He realized a lot of things. He came to the conclusion that he never really took time to get to know Voldemort, so he couldn't that really judge the man. Yes, the man was a mass murder, but still, there must be more to him. Harry also thought about his friends. Ron and Hermione had been his first real friends. They always made sure about how Harry was feeling. Of course, that was mostly Hermione, being the mother hen she is. But they were always by his side. Except when everyone thought Harry had put his name into the goblet in his fourth year, and the time were he talked in parseltongue. Harry frowned. 'Were they really that bad?' Harry asked himself. He shook his head. "I will just have to see how they are this year." Harry mumbled to himself. He yawned and decided to sleep a little more. Tomorrow he would leave this hell.
Harry blinked his eyes open. First he couldn't understand what had woken him. But then he felt it. Pain. Pain like the crucio. It flittered through his body and made him spasm. He whimpered in fright. The pain was worst around his eyes, in his mouth and on his fingertips. Harry looked towards his table. It was almost eleven in the evening. His birthday. He screamed as the pain intensified. It felt as if his body was on fire. Tears were pouring down his cheeks. 'What's happening?' Screamed his voice inside his head. This continued for about a half hour before the pain simply became too much, and Harry fainted. He didn't notice that when the clock became twelve, his heart stopped beating, but only for about a minute. Then it started beating again, and he fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.
Harry woke up to the sound of tapping. He frowned and looked around his room."What…?" Harry mumbled. His eyes landed on his window. A beautiful black bird was sitting between the bars on his window. It had a letter in its beak. Harry hurried over to the window and quickly opened it. The bird, which was a crow, flew into the room and sat on his desk. Harry went over to it and took the letter from it. He didn't recognize the seal. He frowned and opened it.
To our beautiful son Harry James Potter
You are probably wondering about this letter. Your father and I decided to write it while we were still in hiding. We knew our time was running out, and we wanted to make sure, that you would understand what you might have become. We never told anyone, but your father wasn't entirely human. He was a vampire. This might come as a big shock to you, but please understand that it isn't a bad thing. You can still be outside in the sun, and you will only need blood from your mate. After your transformation, your nails and teeth will be longer. Of course, you can will them back to normal. But you will have to read about vampires, by yourself, since we don't have time to tell you more about them.
Beside the whole vampire thing, there is something else we want to tell you. A couple of days after your birth, Dumbledore showed up at our doorstep. He had somehow gotten the idea, that you should be the one to kill Voldemort. Of course your dad and I said no. We wouldn't listen to him. He swore that we would change our minds and left. I know that the Dumbledore you know, is a kind and loving man. But Harry, this isn't always true. He is very good at hiding his true feelings. Dumbledore is a man who will stop at nothing, to make the world as he sees fit. I also know that he have told you a lot of things about Voldemort. Please forget those things. Make your own opinion on Voldemort and make it out from what you, by yourself learn about him. Your dad and I aren't really supporters to any sides of the war, we are neutral. Of course we don't expect you to be that. But please make sure that you do what feels right. We want you to know, that we will love and support you, no matter what you choose to do.
Lastly I want you to remember, that not all the bad and evil people comes from Slytherin. There are plenty that comes from all the other houses as well. Not everything is what it looks like.
You should probably also make an appointment with the bank, to get a better idea about everything you now own.
Please be safe my Harry. And remember we love you very much.
Love
Your mother and father
Lily Potter and James Potter
For a long time, Harry just looked at the letter in his hands with confusion. Then something clicked inside of his head, and he ran towards the mirror on his wall. What he saw made his eyes roll back into his head, and he fell to the floor in a dead faint. When he finally came back to himself, he quickly got up and looked into the mirror again. He groaned. There was no doubt about him being a vampire. His hair had grown a bit, so it was a bit more tamed now, his eyes were blood red, he had the two long teeth and his nails had grown a little longer. "Shit, why do the freakiest things always happen to me?" Harry grumbled in anger. He sighed and tried to concentrate on getting his new gadgets back to normal. After a couple of minutes his teeth and nails were back to normal. He looked into the mirror and saw that his eyes also had gone back to the killer green they usually were. But if he looked closely at them, then he could still see just a little bit of red in them.
He smiled at himself and then looked down his body. He noticed that he had gained a little weight; he had also become a little higher, so he now stood about 6, 1 foot. His body looked healthier now. His skin had become a bit pale, but that he could live with. The wounds and bruises had all healed, and now his body spurted scars. A lot of them. But Harry didn't care. He wouldn't get any new ones from now on. He went over to his closet and got some clothes on. The clothes were still too big for him, so Harry made a mental note to buy some new clothes.
When he was dressed, he got some of his stuff from underneath his loose floorboard, including his wand. He summoned his suitcase from underneath the stairs, and quickly packed everything he owned. When all his books and clothes were packed, he looked over towards his desk. He looked at Hedwigs cage and felt a sting in his heart. He missed his snow owl. She had been one of his only friends. The first thing his uncle did when Harry entered the house was to kill his owl. Harry had cried for days. Now all he wanted was revenge. They would pay. Harry shrunk his suitcase and put it into his pocket. He still had his wand in his hand. He looked over the room, to see if he had forgotten anything and then walked out of the door.
When he got downstairs he went into the living room. Petunia, Vernon and Dudley were all sitting there and watching TV. "Well, just so you know, I'm leaving!" Harry said loud and clear out into the room. They all turned and looked shocked at him. "You are what!" said Vernon in an angry tone. "I'm leaving!" Harry repeated irritated. Vernon laughed. "Oh, so you're just leaving! Where are you going to go, hmm? You're a child!" Vernon yelled. Harry laughed and then smirked at the man. "You're wrong. In the wizard world, you are an adult when you turn seventeen. I turned seventeen yesterday! So I am leaving now." Harry said and walked out of the room. Vernon ran after him and grabbed Harrys arm. Harry spun around and grabbed Vernons neck, his eyes were red and his teeth were growing. "Don't you dare touch me you filthy muggle! I will skin you alive, you got that!" Harry hissed and squeezed around the man's neck a little. Vernons eyes widened dramatically at the red eyes that was looking at him. He nodded and was released. "I will get my revenge on you when the time comes!" Harry growled at the man, and then looked at the other to people in the room. Both Petunia and Dudley gasped when they saw Harry. He then walked out of the house.
TBC.
Sooo people! Where will Harry go? What will happen from now on?
You will have to read the next chapter to see. MUHAHAHA!
Please review everyone, and remember that I'm a newbie, so don't be too harsh! :D