I think I'm the first person to do this kind of story with Melanie Martinez and Harry Potter or any fanfic ever but I may be wrong... anyway Hello People!
I love Melanie Martinez and while listening to her music and reading fanfic I got this idea for a AU Harry. This Harry will be Dark yet on Dumbles' side. He'll be a bit fucked up in the head. Oh yeah, he'll also be kind of pyromaniac so be ready. I felt like crying throughout this. Enjoy! Violent, Rape, Sex Scenes, and LOTS of Murder scenes coming up. Only 2 or 3 chapters
Tears fall to the ground, I just let them drown
"Freak!" Dudley Dursley yelled at the cowering six year old in front of him. Most of the group surrounding him didn't know what the word meant but still laughed at the word as if it as a good joke.
Slam! A kick landed in the ribs, making the small child bit his lip in pain. The group surrounding him continued to kick and punch the boy until he was bleeding on the ground.
"What you gonna do, ya Crybaby?" One of the boys yelled out while pinning his arms to the ground and grinning in the boy's face. The child refused to cry out and instead looked at the sky to prevent tears from falling out and proving he really was a Crybaby. His lips were fresh with blood and his teeth were beginning to bite through his lip.
When boys suddenly let him go and the bloodied child knew something was wrong. Dudley checked his brand- new expensive watch with a sick grin. "It's 6:30, didn't Mom want you home by 5:00?"
The boy paled and ignoring the pain in his body ran home. The gang laughed at the kid taunting him with 'Better run home, Crybaby' , 'Don't want Auntie to be sad' and making crying sounds as he ran.
Most adults would be appalled to see the gang of children bullying one child, but the adults in this area simply didn't care enough, or want to care enough to stop it. They didn't want to see the skinny malnourished boy, or his raggedy, too big for him clothes. The community of Privet Drive strived to be normal, and children that were bullied and abused were not normal.
Privet Drive was a normal neighborhood and no one had seen any abuse cases happening before, and it would continue that way.
Even if an innocent child would have to suffer in silence.
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
Everyone thought the Dursleys were perfect.
There was the housewife Petunia, her hardworking husband Vernon, and their wonderful son Dudley.
But everyone seemed to ignore Petunia's nephew Harry. After all the boy was a worthless criminal in the making, even Petunia said so! So what if he had a few scars and bruises on him, he must have been playing around to rough, after all the Dursleys' could never be abusive.
No, it just wouldn't do. After all Privet Drive was a normal neighborhood with normal residents.
So with the veil over their eyes they continued with their lives.
And pretended that everything was fine. Or at least in their minds.
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This was officially the worst day in the life of Harry Potter .
He tried to get home as fast as he could so at least that way his aunt wouldn't kill him on sight, but sadly he reached home at 6:36 not the 5:00 she wanted. His teacher had held him back to discuss his grades and possible tutoring. He finally escaped at 4:45, fifteen minutes after class ended, just to be chased by Dudley's gang. After beating him up and probably cracking a rib or two, he managed to run home an hour and thirty-six minutes late.
The minute his aunt had seen him, he was thrown in the cupboard (possibly breaking a hip) and his aunt said his uncle would deal with him.
All he hoped was that Uncle Vernon was in a good mood-
"BOY!" And the hope was thrown out the window.
Harry heard the door being opened and felt his body being tossed on the floor. Harry's dizzy eyes focused on his uncle's purple face and the smoke coming out his ears. 'I'm dead' was the last thing he thought before a large fist came swirling in his chest.
Harry felt the wind get knocked out of him and immediately coughed up crimson blood. Seeing the blood made his uncle angerier. 'Like a bull seeing red' he chuckled weakly at the thought 'Or in this case, a whale'
"WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU DISRESPECTING YOUR AUNT!" Crack! Broken nose "LISTEN HERE YA FREAK, THIS IS MY HOUSE" Large bruise on the side "AND YOU FOLLOW" Definately broken arm "MY RULES!" And to finish it off lots of cuts that'll turn into long scars.
Vernon picked up the bloodied, unconscious boy and with a angry roar threw him in the cupboard.
He locked the door and turned towards his wife, who watched the whole thing, and nodded "Don't worry, Pet. He won't disobey you again."
Harry decided he was going to run away. Even sleeping on the street with rapists and crazy people with diseases was better than staying here with the huge possibly of dying.
Once the Dursleys went to bed in their warm, cozy beds the cupboard door opened. Crawling out came a green-eyed Harry Potter. He didn't look like he just got beat up, all the injuries were gone with just some scars left on his pale skin. Even Harry didn't understand how it happened, every since he was a baby, all his injuries would heal in a few minutes leaving behind a few scars.
Harry didn't have lots to bring, except maybe his backpack filled with fantasy and fiction books, money he stole from his uncle, food, and a few packs of clothes.
He was about to open the door and leave when a strange idea hit his head:
What if he could make the Dursleys suffer one last time?
At first he felt appalled at the thought until he started reviewing his life with his 'relatives'. He had been beaten, belittled, and hated for no other reason than being born. A cruel smile reached his lips, he would make the Dursleys pay.
After all, a tooth for a tooth, a tongue for a tongue, and flesh for flesh , right?
It was only fair after all.
Harry quietly tiptoed to the kitchen and grabbed some cooking oil. After spreading it around in the kitchen and living room, he walking slowly up the stairs and covered the top of the stairs with oil. He was tempted to spread oil in his relatives' room and other their bodies but they might wake up ruining Harry's torture-surprise.
Harry carefully stepped over the oil, that was glittering in the moonlight, and grabbed his uncle's coat. While wrapping it around himself for warmth, he found a few packs of matches in the pocket. He lit one.
After exiting the house and jamming it shut, he threw the lit match at the door and ran down four blocks.
By the time the neighbors heard the explosion and the screams of the Dursleys , Harry was already on a bus to London.
Blood still stains when the sheets are washed
Sex don't sleep when the lights are off
But of course, the government had to get involved. Harry was found five months later and was placed in a orphanage: Dove's Place.
It honestly wasn't that bad, Miss. Dove (Who was the daughter of the creator of the Orphanage) Was a kind, sweet woman in her late 20s. She always gave out cookies and had a smile that couldn't help but force you to smile with her.
Her boyfriend on the other hand was different. While Mike Valia was a pretty cool guy, you couldn't help but feel guarded around him. Especially with all the looks he gave some of the kids; like a predator finding his prey.
Whenever Miss. Dove went out to buy groceries or to buy some toys for kids, she trusted her boyfriend to look over the kids while she was out. Mike watched them but not in a good way.
He would look other each of them carefully and pick one kid to come into a room with him. While the others couldn't hear what went on because of the sound-proof walls, when the kid came out crying in pain and limping it was pretty obvious what happened. Lucky, he never choose the same person twice.
"Harry, come with me." Mike's rough voice called out. Harry looked up from the book he was reading in surprise and fear. He had survived not being touched for months by simply going in a dark corner where it was hard to see him.
Harry slowly got up, he saw what happened to orphans that resisted. They were dragged by their hair and if anyone tried to help the person escape, they were dragged with them.
The rest of the orphans send him pity looks as Mike grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the room.
Once they were in the pale green room, Mike put on a cruel grin "Come on sweetie, you knew this was coming to ya." He pushed Harry on the bed and while pinning his arms to the bed said "You might as well give in and it wouldn't hurt as much." Before Harry could react lips were pressed to him and just as quickly pulled off.
When Harry turned his eyes to his saviour, he was surprised to see Miss. Dove with a murderous look on her normanly kind face. Mike was thrown to the corner of the room with a scared look on his face. "D-Darling, we and Harry here were just playing a game-" "Shut up." Harry and Mike flinched at the dark voice. She turned to Harry, anger in her dark brown eyes 'Where they always that dark?' "Harry, go to your room"
Harry never ran out of a place so fast before.
Since the others saw Miss. Dove go into the room, they were curious about what happened. But Harry refused to speak. Eventually they got the hint that he wasn't going to tell and left him alone.
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Harry was scared for Miss. Dove. After all, Mike was 5 inches taller and 67 pounds heavier than than the petite 5'7 woman.
Later that night Harry snuck out his bed and down the hall towards the kitchen.
He couldn't help but shudder at the unexplainable coldness in the aura. The soft orange paint on the walls were shattered with a red shade. A crimson shade of red.
Fearing the worse, Harry ran towards the kitchen doors, where the red seemed to stop. He didn't care if the others woke up, in fact he wanted them to wake.
Harry held his breath and opened the oak doors, scared to see Miss. Dove laying on the tile with blood over her and Mike standing over her with bloody fist.
But instead of Miss. Dove dead and Mike triumphant, it was the opposite.
Miss. Dove was standing there with an strange yet happy look on her face. One resembling a person who was dead and alive at the same time. In her hands held a bloody kitchen knife, and underneath her was a almost dead -obviously stabbed multiple times- Mike.
Harry slowly approached her "M-Miss. Dove?"
Miss. Dove turned so quickly at him, Harry thought she had whiplash. Her happy expression faded into fear and realization, but the smile stayed on her face.
"H-Harri, mi didn't see ya ther'." Her Trinidadian accent is thick, Harry noted. She only did that when she was nervous.
Miss. Dove dropped the knife and wiped her bloody hands in her pants. She held her hands in front of him " 'Ere, call the cops. mi deserve to go to jail anyway." She bowed her head as if expecting him to scream and run away from her. Miss. Dove probably thought Mike was dead, he was most likely just unconscious. Harry was definitely going to use that to his advantage.
Harry scoffed "Shouldn't you be getting rid of the body?"
Miss. Dove looked at him in surprise "What?"
Harry sighed, of course Miss. Dove was too innocent to know how to properly kill someone "I'll grab the arms, you grab the legs." He grabbed Mike's cold arms and waited for the caribbean descent woman to get the hint. Eventually the two 'murderers' -in different situations- picked up the body and led it to the woods. Once they were far enough in the woods, the two dropped the body.
"Harri, what this gonn do?" The accent was thick again "We done lost and if we call for help, they'll find the body!"
Harry turned to the woman "Miss. Dove, I used to be on the streets and I learned two things. 1-They never suspect the child or the woman, and 2- never get lost. We're not lose, I have been here thousands of times. After we burn the body-"
"What ya mean 'burn the body!"
"If we don't they'll find out and you'll feel so guilty you'll confest the minute they ask!"
Miss. Dove pursed her lips together and with a step back, closed her eyes. Harry took this to mean 'Do it'.
He pulled his hands into the pocket and pulled out one of the lighter he found on the street. He had a strange obsession of collecting lighters and matches that still worked. There was probably hundreds of them in his room.
Harry turned towards the unconscious body that was beginning to wake and with venom most adults, let alone seven years olds could he said one finally thing to Mike's body
"Tell my relatives I said Hi, while you're in Hell."
While Miss. Dove didn't see it, she did hear the horrified screams and the mad laughter echoing through the forest.
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place,
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
Harry felt bad for Miss. Dove, he didn't know she would go crack after two years and commit suicide. Harry had handled death pretty well at the age of six so why couldn't Miss. Dove at the age of of twenty-nine do the same?
Harry pushed away the tears gathering at his eyes and laid the lilies on the grave.
Ariana Samantha Dove
1960 - 1989
She will forever be remembered in our hearts.
Harry promised he would never get close to anyone again, just so he wouldn't feel the pain of them leaving.
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The next caretaker, Ms. Venus was a pretty, woman with an ugly personality.
She was a widow and lost her last child due to lung cancer when the babe was only six.
It was a shame she wasn't smart enough to realize her smoking six packs a day made it worse for the kid.
Everytime at breakfast she would eat as much as she could -which was a lot considering her small stature- and make the orphans watch. It wasn't until she was so stuffed she could barely move would she let the others eat. And even then, most times there wasn't enough for all twenty-six of them so all the younger kids (ages one to 8) eat first and then the older kids (ages 9-17) would eat the leftovers or steal from the local supermarket.
All the kids would do chores. While they were used to doing chores -Miss. Dove didn't want the children to be lazy and filthy- they weren't used to doing everything while the caretaker slept on the couch. All the abused or kids who came from a bad home (Harry and five others) were used to the behavior and didn't complain.
It got to much when one of the new orphans, little three year old Daisy, asked for Ms. Venus to play dollie with her and the woman slapped her across the face and told her "Why would I want to play with a dirty rat?"
The older kids started planning to get Ms. Venus out the orphanage.
And first the ideas were innocent, do lots of pranks until she leaves, or lock her out and refuse to let her in, until one day she crossed the line:
When she drunkenly came back to the orphanage with a beaten, almost dead Daisy.
Seeing the unconscious and coughing blood up toddler brought up memories Harry wanted to forget. At that moment, Harry decided Ms. Venus wasn't going to be thrown out the orphanage, no she was going to die.
After cleaning up Daisy and handling her to the girl's six year old brother, Harry called up all the older kids.
"I have a plan to get rid of Ms. Venus forever"
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Trinity Venus was driving in her car away from Dove's Place. She rolled her eyes. What kind of place was called after a dove? She totally understood why the old caretaker had killed herself. Those little brats were annoying, if she was a weaker woman she would have killed herself too.
She took another sip of her drink. And that little Daisy girl had the nerve to bother her! She repeatedly told the brats that when she was napping or on her 'happy juice' NOT to disturb her, and to ask for something as idiotic as help tying a shoelace? She deserved that beating.
Trinity suddenly noticed the cars stopping all of a sudden, glancing up she realized she was stuck in traffic. It would take at least 30 minutes so she might as well nap.
It was a shame, she didn't think to check her trunk as she would have found something interesting.
Climbing over the seat was nine year old Harry Potter and six year old Leroy Roberts- the older brother to Daisy.
Harry climbed over to the sleeping woman and slowly put the cigar next to her arm. Leroy grabbed the bottle of Avocado oil that Ms. Venus had in the car - she was going to her mother's house, and that mother of a bitch wanted some oil. But the bitch was too cheap to go buy some.- and spread it a bit around the trunk.
The two boys exited the car before Ms. Venus woke and before anyone saw them. Harry went into his pocket and with a grin handed Leroy a lighter.
The six year old hesitantly took it and lit it to the car. The two boys ran and was halfway to to the Orphanage when AHH! was heard all around.
Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go,
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell
Harry loved the carnival whenever it came to town. There was games, food, and his favorite -the Freak Show.
The Freak Show weren't actually freaks, they were just people who were born a bit different. He could sympathize, with being called a freak for almost half of his life. All the 'freaks' knew him by name and always gave him backstage passes. Harry personally thought this was because he was a orphan and cause he didn't back away in fear.
Unfortunately, this year he went alone because most of the orphanage was sick. One of the orphans around Harry's age got chicken pox and passed it along to most of the orphans before Oliver, the new caretaker and once fellow orphan, stopped the disease from spreading by separating the sick and unsick. The unsick - who were those ages 14 and up were helping the infected ones. Harry was declared to young to help and was sent out.
Ironically, this happened a day before Harry's age group was supposed to get their shot.
Harry waited in the boring line, that seemed longer each year, and decided to pass time by skipping people. He was so small that most didn't notice him and apparently had a 'innocent face'.
He was almost to the top, all he had to do was skip some weird ginger family and he would be third in line. If he was second or first the ticket liner would notice and send him to the back.
"I never know muggle ideas for fun could be so...so... exciting!" The plump ginger woman said to her husband.
"Well if you would experience the muggle world more often you would see that it's not at all how the ministry explains it!" He whispered back.
Harry was confused, what was the muggle world? Was it possible they were just visitors from the colonies? No, they had true british accents not ones most imitated from a tv show.
Ones of the five children with them turned around and when he noticed Harry was looking quizzly, winked and put on a devilish smirk.
Harry couldn't help but feel the heat raising on his cheeks and his eyes flutter downward. Damn those freckles to hell!
At last he reached the top and paid his ticket to the liner who merely glanced at him.
To summarize it, Harry had fun. From going on several roller coasters to seeing his friends at the Freak Show, he was laughing the whole way. Sure, he wished some of the orphanage could be there but he wasn't so disappointed.
Finally he went on a carousel, it wasn't as exiting but he loved feeling the slow ride of it. He was calm and felt at peace under the night sky.
"Hey, your the kid that was in line!" At least until a loud voice ruined it. Glaring Harry turned around to see the strange ginger he saw before, on the carousel behind him.
"Yes I am, and you?"
That damn smirk appeared again, "I'm Fred, Fred Weasley.
"Charmed to meet you."
He raised an eyebrow "How come I don't get an name?"
"Cause I don't give information to strangers."
Both kids smile and little did Harry and Fred know, Fate had decided to pull some strings.
