Dark Cycle

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CHAPTER 1 – Breaking Point.

The sorting hat finished its song, clapping from the main tables began, Professor McGonagall reached down to the roll of parchment she was carrying as her eyes scanned the parchment for the first name something more sinister was occurring in the mind of a being that had aged too quickly and seen too much in only seven years of infinity.

"Diffindo." A child-like voice commented.

In the noise and commotion of the great hall, it was barley heard expect by those near to the boy-who-raised-his-finger. A thin golden line appeared across the necks of every member seated at the staff table, before every member jerked, froze, and a huge spay of blood shot forward from their throats. The heads were propelled from their bodies backwards, the line nearest to the sorting hat were covered by the spray from Professor McGonagall.

With the teachers and main protectors taken out, the boy-who-lived-to-slaughter turned his finger with a twitch towards each main prefect, and the upper-level students before once more uttering his favourite spell, well next to reducto and blatos.

"Ahhhhh!"

Ah it had started the panic, the screams, the defiance – oh wait this was the wizarding world, defiance wasn't really part of a sheep's persona. More cowering and pleading, the Slytherins had consolidated their power at the far end of the hall setting up shield charms, the Gryffindors had instead began to shield the younger years from harm with their bodies, the Ravenclaws had summoned defence shields and began to analyse the situation, the Hufflepuffs had begun to rush forward to save the first' years from the mysterious enemy.

Well can't have that can we, smirking Harry Jumped back and shot a dozen odd, levitation charms at the other first years lifting them into the air as a living shield to protect him from harm. His actions were met by silence.

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"UP BOY, GET UP NOW!" screamed Aunt petunias voice from the kitchen in her horrible screech.

Harry rubbed his eyes in annoyance, he's made quite a lot of progress before the loop reset this time – it had been really relaxing to just go slaughtering everyone. A part of Harry felt sickened by what he had done, but the more rational part of him considered the fact that technically they weren't really dead and so he hadn't done anything wrong.

Not the most moral outlook but after the amount of loops he been put through so far it wasn't as bothered by his lack of relevant morals as he probably should be. What to do this time he pondered, he could just kill the Dursleys, that would be very therapeutic or he could just start mind-fucking with everyone he met maybe after he worked out some of his frustration he would feel up to trying to find a way out of the stupid loop again.

"UP FREAK! NOW!"

- BOOM –

Or maybe not, seeing as he'd just blasted the door of his cupboard into his Aunt; Harry had liked one thing about the loops when they started. They only seemed to reset when he died, this was both a blessing and a curse, in one loop he'd made it to 14 before he got oft by some German hit wizard when he was trying to free Grindelwald for fun. Maybe that hadn't been his brightest idea yet of breaking the monotony of the loops but he really needed a break.

So back to his choices, Dark Lord Killer or Dark Lord Conqueror, choices, choices…

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Life was meant to be full of exciting choices. Of course Harry had been in the bloody loop so long that he'd tried every occupation he could think off. Once Harry had realised there seem to be no way of ending the loops he decided to do all the things he'd never gotten a chance to do before. The problem was now he'd done them and got no complaints, it had taken all the fun out of being able to do them. Every time he set himself up as a Dark Lord the second a key element died the loop reset, if he saved someone that died in the original time line when they should of died, the loop reset. To be honest he was fed up and bored in every conceivable way.

He simply had nothing interesting to do. He had tried to go to the Muggle world to play around but if he did that – the loop reset. He'd even tried eating a Time Turner to see if that helped, he hadn't even been able to die from the glass shards in his throat before the loop reset. If he neared death the loop would reset, if he tried to kill himself, the loop would reset. To put it simply; Harry Potter was pissed off beyond belief.

But this time he'd worked out a plan.

Absent mindedly he shot a wandless Explosive hex and blew his way thorough the kitchen wall, taking not care not to kill his relatives… well… this time. He didn't want the loop to reset, again before his plan could be put into action. He needed to wait until the zoo if he could just get there he might be able to pull off his plan, if not – well, he could try again in a couple of minutes once time reset. It did faster than he'd expected, for one thing he'd gotten so used to ploughing threw walls in a hurry he'd forgotten that it was probably not his original response on this day and had thus…

"UP BOY, GET UP NOW!"

Of course it had. "Bloody Time Loop!"

"UP BOY, GET UP NOW!"

He couldn't even swear without a reset, now this time all he had to do was bide his time. It was boring as hell and the anticipation nearly had him kill a dozen people on their way into the Zoo but finally Harry's moment had arrived. When Harry had been experimenting with the Loops parameters he had noticed that on some occasions he could get away with things that on other occasions had forced a reset. The Zoo and the Snake behind the glass was one such moment if was then he realised that the Snake was one of these Key events.

It had taken dozens of resets to plot out the Apparition Path from the Zoo's reptile house to the veil in the department of mysteries but he had finally done it. The first time he tried, he grabbed the snake, apperated and threw it through the veil to see if he would force the resets to kill him for mucking up their plan of tormenting him for eternity. During that attempt Harry would have to admit he'd been getting a little desperate for an ending. Even a smited to death ending would have been preferable but alas it was not to be.

But now he was ready, Dudley bashed him to the side, he fell and the glass disappeared, as the snake slithered out onto the floor he headed past Harry. Before it could utter a hiss, Harry's hand lashed out caught the snake and apperated himself in a free-fall position straight through the veil in the Department of Mysteries.

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