Title: Takeover
Author: RosePetal158
Summary: After Sirius died Harry becomes deeply depressed. But during his stay at the Dursley's, Harry became suïcidal. So something vital changed in him... And it's nothing good either.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This counts for the entire story.
A/N: Hello everyone. This is an experiment for me, so I don't know if it's any good. This is a short chap, so please if you have time, read and review. If I get many reviews, I will write another chapter. If I don't, this stays a one-shot. So enjoy, and please review!
Intro
It was late in London. The moon was already there, high in the sky, and Harry sat on his bed just like every other night. He couldn't sleep because of the guilt. Sirius. Dead. His fault. He shouldn't have been so stupid to believe that vision. He should have listened to Hermione. Sirius would be alive if he had.
Harry had been with the Dursleys for two weeks. Every single day was the same. He stood up, made breakfast, mowed the lawn, cleaned the windows, and all sorts of other stuff. Every morning he woke up with a headache, every noon he almost fell over from exhaustion, and every evening he barely ate because of the depression that came with Sirius' death. Every letter was sent back to its writer without answer.
Every night was the same, too. He sat there on his bed, staring at the wall. He didn't want to sleep, because there would be nightmares. After an hour or three he wanted to sleep, but couldn't because of the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions in his head. Occlumency would come in handy. Too bad he could never manage it. After one or two hours he would finally, finally, fall asleep, only to wake up two or three hours later because of the nightmares.
Each day was the same. Each week was the same. Each year of his goddamn life was the same.
Harry sat on his bed, still in the phase of not yet wanting to sleep. He stared at the wall, jus like always. But this day was also different than all others. It was a crucial point in the next years. That night Harry became suicidal. And that would soon change his entire life. Because when Harry decided that night that he wanted to die, a little dormant piece in him became awake. A little piece that had grown stronger since Voldemort broke in his mind at the department of mysteries. A piece of soul. Tom Riddle's to be precise. It was a horcrux. Since a horcrux is meant to be created to become immortal, Harry being suicidal went against its very nature. So it became active. Then again, you should also consider the fact that the fragment was a part of the soul of a man who was terrified of death. Therefore, the horcrux undertook action.
Before Harry could even move, his mind was suppressed by the piece of soul that wanted to protect his host at all costs. The fragment suppressed Harry's mind and took momentary control of the body, and Harry didn't even notice because he was in the darkness of his own suppressed mind within a second. He didn't see anything except for the peaceful black, which meant that he could sleep. Perhaps it was a good thing, 'cause if he could see his own eyes in the mirror, the fragment never could've taken control.
He was too stubborn for his own good. Oh, and his eyes? They were green mixed with red.
Harry's body stood and laid the sheet aside. He got back into his bed and laid down. Once he had pulled the sheet over his body, he fell straight asleep. And for the first night in weeks Harry could sleep without any nightmares.
So, what do you think? Please review and let me know if I should write a second chapter.