Disclaimer: Obviously this characters don't belong to me they belong to JK Rowlings and her publisher I am just playing with them

Warnings: Death fic, Angst, violence, under age sex, Slash, adult themes, rape, OOC, Slash this means male/male relationships please don't read if you don't like any of those themes

Chapter One: A New Power

The Wizarding world awaited the war, behind closed sheltered doors, with their hopes placed on a single boy. They waited for a saviour while they cowardly lay shaking hidden behind their fears. They hoped that Harry Potter the boy-who-lived would save their world, their lives and their secrets. However, their hopes were misplaced. A shadowy path had been lay long ago. Harry Potter was coming into a new power and the world would crumble into darkness.

It was summer and the end of a year that Harry wished would never come. While most of the world expected summer with breathlessness, Harry dreaded the coming of summer with its sticky hotness, starvation and the abuse from his wretched family. He would much rather stay in school, for it was his sanctuary and his recluse from the misery that surrounded the house on Privet Drive. This particular summer was one the worst for it was the end of Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The year that Sirius Black was lost into oblivion, the year they acknowledged the appearance of Lord Voldemort and the year that Harry Potter started getting hungry.

Often he lay on his bed thinking of Sirius and of his life if he had been able to live freely with him. He felt knackered and worn out and the only thing he had coming was his birthday. It was approaching and he awaited it with a fervour that chilled his bones. He somehow knew that with his coming of age something would change within him.

Harry heard a tap on the window breaking him out his thoughts and noticed it was Hedwig, "Hullo girl."

He took the letters and packets Hedwig was bearing and then he saw more owls, bringing his gifts. He opened Hermione's gift first with rare abandon. She had actually bought a book in which Harry was interested, The Coming of Age Power Assemblage, detailing rare powers that would surge in wizards and witches when they came of age. Ron had bought him Quidditch gloves, and as usual, Mrs. Weasley had sent an assortment of mince pies, meats and sweets. He had received a birthday cake from Hagrid, more socks from Dobby and a memory book from Lupin.

Harry became restless as the excitement of opening his gifts died down. He looked at the clock by his bed and sighed. The time was ten minutes to midnight and his sixteenth birthday was approaching fast. He did not look forward to his birthday, which was always an unbearable reminder of his eminent death. Harry was not sickly. However, as the Hero of the Wizarding world, he was a hunted man marked since his birth and he had a scar to prove it. The oddly bolt-shaped scar on his forehead was a reminder that his mum and dad were gone and that the evil Wizard Voldemort wished him dead as well. A reminder of the duty that had been forced on him, the duty to save a world that neither liked him nor thanked him. A world that viewed him with suspicion and doubt but relied on him to save them, it was at the best of times and the worst of contradictions.

If that was not enough to make Harry miserable, his godfather was dead. He forced himself to recall the man who he had come to view as a father figure. Because of Harry, Sirius was lost in some mysterious veil. Harry sighed again. He thought that sometimes it did not pay to get out of bed.

There were smashing good things in his life. He had a family of sorts in the Weasley's, two best friends and other people who cared about him even though they also expected Harry to be a hero.

Harry glanced on the clock once more and saw that there were ten seconds left before the witching hour. At the strike of midnight, he was coming of age in the wizarding world. He started counting the seconds with an odd sense of urgency, nine, eight, seven and so on and then midnight struck and with it came a bright sickly yellow light that surrounded Harry's body making him scream, screams that were not heard by anyone. It enveloped him, shimmering, sinking into his skin, pouring into his mouth and changing him. Harry's eyes changed to a bright yellow giving a predatory look to his eyes. As fast as the light came, it disappeared, leaving Harry passed out. He would wake up next day with no memory of the light, a pounding headache, and the need for a new type of nourishment.

"Get up! Get a move down here its afternoon already!" his aunt screamed.

Harry woke up a tad groggy and with a slight groan called out, "I am coming."

His head was pounding steadily and he simply could not understand why. His memory was hazy, he could not recall what had happened after midnight struck. He was a tad scared, he had been sleeping on the floor and Hedwig had apparently fled. He dressed hastily and hurried downstairs. He was gobsmacked that no one had woken him up earlier for it was close to noon and he wondered at the unexpected event.

"Hurry up boy you have been sleeping all day," Uncle Vernon barked.

He started cooking healthy food; his stupid whale of a cousin remained on his diet, Harry was thankful for his birthday food. He certainly was not about to starve this summer. His aunt and uncle were sorely angry with Harry. They were quite cross that; some of his fellow freaks had dared to threaten them. Since Vernon was quite a coward in reality, he had not done anything stupid to Harry but had made him clean all day when they got back from the station.

"I'm hungry," Dudley, whined

Harry ignored Dudley and continued to cook at a leisurely pace. He felt sluggish this morning as if he lacked energy.

"Hurry up boy, we don't have all day. You have already wasted the whole morning." His aunt demanded.

Harry only pursed his lips and continued cooking. He was sautéing the vegetable in low fat margarine when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Dudley had hit him with his knobby stick rather harshly. Harry winced in pain and a fury unleashed in him, combined with a pulsating need, his eyes took on an odd glow. He turned and glared fiercely at Dudley not realizing how very predatory he looked. Angry and fed up, his new and unstable power unleashed. Dudley blanched for Harry's eyes have gone white with a fiery spot of glowing yellow in the middle and he was panting. He looked very hungry like a predator about to pounce on his prey. Dudley whimpered and his aunt shrieked.

"Stop you freak," Vernon yelled frightened.

Harry did not understand what was going on, he could not stop what happened next, and part of him was not sure he wanted to stop. He did not understand his power but it felt like he was drawing something from his family and feeding on it. He really could not stop and he thought he might kill them and somehow he really did not care because he was so hungry and he was being fed. Aunt Petunia was shaking and rolling on the floor before she passed out, Dudley followed and then Uncle Vernon. Later when they woke up they could not remember anything. Harry's eyes were back to normal for he had fed but he knew he would get hungry again.

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