A Little Blood and Darkness

Summary: AU. This is a wrong-boy-who-lived story.

Warnings: This story may contain child abuse, violence, gore, coarse language, and homicidal and suicidal thoughts and actions. Slash. More may be added to future chapters.

Rated: T. I may raise it later, and tell me if you think it should be raised.

Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling and Audiovent. I own nothing.

AN: This was originally the rewrite of the Culls but EdgeofShadows told me that I should just make it into a separate story and she was right. The direction I want Culls to go will not fit having this added to it. In Culls, Harry will grow up with more support around him but in this story he would be isolated a lot and be more an adult than a child.

Chapter One

They should have taken noticed Peter.

Insignificant….that word echoed through Peter's mind all the time. Looking at his life, he knew he wasn't great or even good at anything. He wasn't like his friends Sirius, James and Remus. They were stars that everyone wanted to be around and emulate. James and Sirius was the pranksters the cool guys that everyone wanted to be. And Remus, he wasn't much of a prankster or troublemaker but he was smart and kind. He had a way about him that others felt they could relate to. Then it was him, Peter. He was weak, not too bright or attractive. He always wondered why those other three befriended him but he concluded it must been out of pity or the fact they shared a dorm.

Now while I became accustom to being insignificant, I still dreamed of a better life. The funniest part it involved a girl by the name of Lily Evans. Even at eleven, I could see how beautiful she was even then. I would stare at her at times getting lost in her eyes. She was everything to me, but she didn't know it. She was so wrapped with her friends especially Snape and schoolwork to notice me. I stupidly thought that since she could care for someone as unpleasant as Snape that I would have a chance.

It was during our 5th year that I finally decided to do something with the encouragement of James. Well James didn't quite encourage me to pursue Lily since he now had eyes for her but he didn't know I felt the same for the girl. He wanted me to help cause a rift between the two. Me being the eternal fool did just that while James hung Snape upside down during the chaos of the event I hit him with a curse unnoticed. When Lily came to help him, like James and I knew she would the spell worked precisely like we wanted it to by causing Snape to call Lily a mudblood. Their friendship was over as soon as those words left his lips no matter how much he tried to apologize.

During the time that followed I did my best to win her affections but when seventh year came, Lily and James were made Head Boy and Girl. The work they had to do together allowed them to spend more time together and James won her over. Oh, how I hated that year so much. I didn't want them together and during a desperate attempt to break them apart I let slip to Snape how James and I destroyed his friendship with Lily. I expected him to do something about it but he never did as a month after graduating from Hogwarts Lily and James were married and not long after that I learned she was carrying James child.

Now looking at his perfect Lily, he so desperately wanted to tell her how much he loved her and would be better for her than James but he didn't. If she ever found out, she would never speak to me again. Sometimes, I think that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

She didn't know that she was the only one for me, the only one who understood me. She had the same wish I did, the wish to scream and break away from all the expectations, the wish to hide and wait for the war to be over. She wasn't happy with James, I was the only one, I guess beside Snape that knew this.

Lately she would be so depress and cry herself to sleep. I knew it was the loneliness getting to her, the awful loneliness as she was trapped in her home with Potter's whiny little brats while he went off on some adventure. Peter could see how she wanted to leave behind her everyday responsibilities and run away just like me. I just wanted to find an easy way out of all this.

Today, when I walked inside I noticed for the first time she was smiling for a change. She looked at me with a face full of such life that I was overwhelmed by her beauty. I could hear my heart pounding so loudly and feel for a moment that she finally sees me but then I felt someone behind me. Taking a quick peek, I see that it is James. She wasn't smiling at me but James.

With this last betrayal, my dream of a happy future with Lily was destroyed. I felt my insides freeze up and turned away from them. I needed to get out of here. I made my way over to the fireplace. No one notice my sudden departure. No one cared about poor little Peter. Before I threw the floo powder inside, I waited a moment hoping someone would look my way and try to stop me but they never did.

I wanted to escape all of them especially her. Lily who could have saved me. Lily who could had made me a great man but she chose James. Throwing floo powder into fireplace, he stepped inside and said: "Riddle Manor."

I knew my choice was the ultimate betrayal of my friends but they betrayed me first by never noticing and for James taking his Lily away. With Voldemort, I will be free of everyone that hurt me especially Lily Evans-Potter, who had picked of James instead of me.

Voldemort would value me.

It was October 31 1991 that I was able to get my revenge on my ex-friends and Lily. I joined Voldemort. He noticed me and said I was special. I was useful to him. I spied on the Order and gave valuable information to my master. I helped him kill members of the Order by giving him specific information and even save some of his deatheaters. I felt empowered by my doings.

I found out from James and Lily that a prophecy had been made about one of their sons. He would have the power to defeat Voldemort. During a meeting between James, Lily, Sirius and me to discuss which one of us would be their Secret-Keeper. They didn't even consider Remus as I had helped them see him as the possible traitor in our group. It was really sad how they believed it was him but it goes to show you that people will always have prejudices no matter what they claim. They were at first going to use Sirius but I was able to persuade them otherwise. To everyone beside them, Sirius would be believed to be the Secret-Keeper but I would be the real one.

A few days after I was made the Secret-Keeper, I was able to sneak away and tell my master.

He was pleased and had me led him immediately to them. He promised to reward me handsomely for this good deed. I stayed outside and waited for Voldemort to finish with the Potters eager to get my reward.

James and Lily were enjoying a nice evening with their children. Watching them run around burning off the large amounts of candy that had eaten. Tonight things had been so wonderful for them but that quickly ended when a loud screeching noise filled their home. It started the whole family.

James jumped slightly when the alarm started blaring. Once his surprised mind comprehended just what the loud sound meant was happening, his face became a shade lighter and he quickly turned to his wife. "Lily! He's here! Voldemort's here! Take the boys and run upstairs. Use the floo in the bedroom and go straight to Hogwarts. Now!"

Lily hesitated for a second, not wanting to leave her husband to face that creature by himself. Seeing her hesitation, James leaned over and laid his lips atop hers. The kiss lasted for barely two seconds, but it was enough to communicate all the care and love that they had for each other. James pulled away and looked her straight in the eye. "I love you, and I'll be all right. Now take the boys and go!"

Lily nodded. "I love you too. Please be careful." Lily ran over to Jake and Harry and picked them up. She was just about to run up the stairs with the boys cradled safely against her chest when the front door burst open. Standing in the doorframe was a tall cloaked figure, with what appeared to be no face, but when it tilted its head in a certain mocking manor, red eyes became visible. Jake gave a small whimper at the loud sound of the door, but other than that the room was silent from temporary shock. The silence didn't last long though.

"Lily, go!" This snapped Lily out of her stupor quick enough, and she started at a fast pace towards the stairs.

A chilling laugh filled the room. "You think you can escape me, mudblood?" Right as she reached the bottom of the stairs, the cloaked figure raised his wand and pointed it at the middle of her back. "Think again. Somnium Diabolus!" A deep blue beam shot out of the tip of the wand and hit Lily dead-on. She let out a gasp of surprise before falling backwards and landing on her back. A scream ripped itself from her throat as her arms and legs started flailing all over the place. As quickly as it started, her movements ceased and the screaming stopped. She lay still on the floor, chest rising and falling gently with every breathe she took. It appeared that the woman was sleeping.

Harry and Jake, who had been stunned and considerably frightened during their mother's episode, ran over to were she lay and started shaking her with their little hands.

"Mummy! Mummy wake up! Pwease wake up Mummy!" Their pitiful pleas were futile though, as their silent mother did not arouse from her deep sleep.

James watched all of this happen with wide eyes. He feared the worst for his beloved, and was deeply relieved when he saw the slight heaving of her chest. Remembering the cause of the fall, James quickly spun around to face the man who had brought forth so much pain and anguish upon innumerable people and families.

"What have you done to her!" James' voice was full of fury.

"Oh, don't worry about her, Potter. She'll wake up with not even a scratch on her. Although I can't say how long that will last." Voldemort smirked.

"The aurors will know you're here by now, Riddle. You won't…" James was cut off by a whispered 'Silencio!'

"Tsk, tsk, Potter. You underestimate me. How unfortunate for you. Catena!" Chains shot from the end of the deadly stick and wrapped themselves around the wrists and ankles of the raven-haired man before flying backwards, dragging the man with it, and binding itself against a wall. "There will be time for fun later. But right now, you need to sleep. Somnium Diabolus!" Just as Lily had, a painful scream erupted from James' throat and his limbs started struggling against the binds before he fell still, chest rising and falling gently in sleep.

Another emotionless laugh erupted from the throat of the cloaked man as he slowly turned and faced the two children who were still huddled together over their mother, trying to wake her up. Harry looked up at the man who had hurt his Mummy and Daddy as he approached him and his brother. Harry was very frightened at that moment in time and all he wanted was for his Mummy to hold him and tell him everything was okay. But he had a strong feeling that that wasn't going to happen any time soon. In fact, as the man continued to advance upon him and Jake, something in the toddlers mind told him it wasn't going to happen ever again. And this made the child angry. This bad man had hurt his Mummy and Daddy and was going to try and hurt his brother too! He was hurting his family! He was preventing him from being with his family when they needed each other the most! And this made the child really mad.

Harry felt something within him. It slowly spread throughout his veins, reaching from his finger tips to the end of each hair upon his body. The green-eyed boy imagined that if the fire that danced atop the many candles throughout their home were to fill his veins without burning him, it would feel similar to what he was experiencing now. Harry felt his messy locks of hair rise from his forehead and float lazily around his head. He could feel his eyes darkening from their normal emerald colour to liquid ink and the blackness spreading so no white remained. He could feel himself smirk as he looked into those deadly red eyes with his own eyes that promised agony and destruction.

Voldemort watched as the child transformed into what could only be described as a demon with a toddlers body. His apprehension rose as he felt the power the boy possessed increase to an alarming rate. The Dark Lord had come here to destroy the Potter child with a great amount of confidence under his belt that it would be the simplest thing to kill the small child. But as his blood red eyes met those pools of darkness a flicker of panic flashed through his head. He had a feeling that if he waited much longer, he would miss his chance to kill the boy. So, with much determination and confidence, the Dark Lord lifted his wand and pointed it directly at the powerful child and spoke the most deadly of the unforgivable curses; "Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light flew from the tip of the deadly wand and hurled toward the raven-haired boy, hitting him in the forehead. The boy let out a gasp and a cry was heard echoing through the room as the small child fell backwards. No movement was seen from the small body and a victorious smirk formed on the lips of the Dark Lord. He had won. No one would be able to stop his reign of power. Not anyone. But what did you expect when the savior of the light was a small child.

Then Voldemort turned to the other Potter child. He decided to finish that one off as well because he wanted to make sure the other was gone as well. Smirking, he lifted his wand and spoke the killing curse once again. A green light shot out of his wand and headed for the boy. It hit him but something went wrong and it bounced back. Voldemort had no time to do anything. A powerful wind started up and magic surged around the room as the green light gathered into a powerful ball of energy and rushed toward Voldemort, hitting him in the middle of his chest. Green light spread to every inch of his body before there was another explosion and the light became blinding.

A howl of pain was heard and as the blinding light dulled, what appeared to be a melting Dark Lord became visible. His flesh was slipping, melting away, exposing the muscle under his skin, which was also quickly dissolving away. Within moments, the only thing left standing was a cloaked skeleton, which was quickly blown to dust by the powerful winds still going strongly throughout the room.

A loud screech was heard and a beam of black energy erupted from the fallen cloak and quickly manifested itself into the form of what vaguely resembled the Dark Lords head. It let out a loud screech before flying out of the house. Harry who was awake looked over at his family, he checked his brother who was lying unconscious beside him with his just bleeding. He looked at it and noticed it wasn't too deep and he was fine. Harry didn't know how but he had put up a shield to protect his brother but it didn't hold as good as Harry wanted and he was hit by the curse. Harry knew he made sure it didn't stick to his brother but hit that bad man.

Moments later, Harry again found himself in a frightening position as the house began to shake violently. Pictures started falling of walls and lamps toppled off of tables. The roof itself started to cave in, pieces of plaster falling in random spots. Harry could sense that the house was going to cave-in on him and his family. He couldn't let that happen. He had to save them. The panic he felt seemed to have called forth the power he had experienced before and he used it to protect his family. He felt utterly exhausted after he used his magic to stabilize his home.

After doing all this, his head was very foggy to comprehend anything, really. Harry found that he was getting really tired and felt like he was going to vomit. He raised one of his small hands to his forehead thinking he could rub the headache he had away. When his hand came in contact with his forehead, he felt something wet. Pulling his hand away he got a real fright to see it was covered in blood. Harry started to panic. He was injured! And his Mummy wasn't awake to fix him! Harry had always been told it was important to heal a cut as soon as possible so it wouldn't get infected. With this in mind, the toddler placed his hand over the cut and thought of healing it, thought of what the smooth skin usually felt like and what he usually saw in the mirror. Harry felt a tingling sensation run through his fingers and into the cut a moment before the pain stopped. He ran a finger over it and felt nothing there. Harry was relieved.

Harry was still considerably frightened over the events that took place moments beforehand, and he could feel fatigue creeping up on him. Before he drifted off to unconsciousness, he watched as a family friend of his parents, Peter came in. Harry watched as he pointed his wand at each of his parents before he grabbed the wand and few remains of the Dark Lord and fled. Harry didn't understand this and was too exhausted to try.

It wasn't long after Peter departed that Harry notice his parents starting to wake up. He felt happy to see them awake and knew they would make things better. He patiently waited for one or both of them to wake him up but was hurt and disappointed when they gathered around Jake. They were all happy and excited about that gash on his chest and his listened as they whispered how Jake was such a good boy for defeating Voldemort. That confused Harry as he remembered vividly, it was him that killed defeated Voldemort.

A small 'pop' and not long after a man with a long white beard and oddly coloured robes appeared in the doorway of their house and rushed over to his parents and brother. He watched as his parents told the old man something and pointed to Jake's chest. The old man eyes seemed to twinkle at that and he said something that Harry couldn't hear but his parents seemed even happier. Jake had woken up by now and was happy to be in his parents arms, as they whispering things into his ear that made him giggle.

Harry watched and waited for his parents to pick him up and engulf him into a tight hug and tell him everything was going to be okay, that the bad man was just a dream, that it was all just a bad dream. But it never happened. They never came.

A single tear fell from his eyes before the tugging on his consciousness became too much, and the little boy surrendered to the darkness.

If only Dumbledore had inquired more instead of just accepting what the Potters had seen as they would in time come to regret this decision, but by then they would never be able to reverse it.

Sometimes

I wonder how it all would be

If only one thing happened differently

And time will tell

What will become of us

One small choice

Just one small choice

" One Small Choice " Audiovent

A/N: I decided to revamp the story as I felt it wasn't my best work and I didn't really like how it was going. I wanted to add a bit of Peter in here. Most people ignore him and I thought it would add more to the story.

I brought back Jake as I was having difficulties in writing Rosie how I wanted her. Also I made Jake and Harry twins. It would be just easier to have them in the same year.

I know the switching of POVs might be a bit confusing but I felt it might had a bit more drama.

Catena: Latin for chain. What this spell does is pretty obvious.

Somnium Diabolus: Latin for 'Dream Devil'. Puts someone into a deep sleep where their worst nightmares replay themselves and they can feel physical pain, though when they wale up they are unharmed.