Aster: First story up! I've been working hard on this one. This was an answer to a challenge given by Aya-dono that I found in one of the Writing Challenges Forums. I found it interesting, so I WILL WRITE!
Challenge (the one I took): So the main things should be...Sometime around when Harry's six, Voldemort attacks, both kids survive. Parents treat both kids equally, BWL/GWL!sibling isn't crazy-spoiled (though (s)he IS naive), and Harry's a magical prodigy/genius. Harry loves little sibling (obsessively), then massacres Lily and friends (NOT James, Remus, or Sirius; who are not there at the moment) while sibling is present. Harry tries to get sibling to kill him before massacre, but sibling thinks he's joking/doesn't understand/cannot do it. After massacre, Harry tortures sibling and escapes.
So, take it from there. I just wish for Harry to 'visit' sibling again and again (when sibling is attending Hogwarts, so there's not an over-abundance of OC's), torture some more, maybe torture/kill sibling's friends while he's at it. It can focus on either Psycho!Harry's schemes or BWL/GWL!sibling's suffering.
Warnings: There will be eventual slash (boyxboy), but none too soon. Romance is not a major element in this fanfic. There will be mentions of torture, rape, and other Really Bad Stuff. Possible Major Character Deaths. And, of course, OOC-ness. And, it seems kinda of, incest-y, BUT ITS NOT! He's just really, REALLY obsessive.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series is owned by J.K. Rowling. Not mine!
Pairings: Too early to tell.
PROLOGUE:
October 31, 1981
Harry was six years old when Dark Lord Voldemort attacked his home.
James and Lily had been out on Order business, leaving Harry and one-year-old Alain in the care of their trusted friend, Peter Pettigrew. Harry didn't even notice Peter's absence, absorbed in entertaining his little brother with a fake wand. Quickly putting away the toy when Alain looked ready to drop off into sleep at any given moment, the ebony-haired child took the baby upstairs to put to bed.
It was then Harry felt it. A sickly, ominous feeling that nearly swallowed his senses and left him frozen to the spot. However, a small whimper from Alain had the child springing into motion, quickly locking the bedroom door and jamming a chair under the doorknob. Taking several steps back and hovering in front of Alain's crib protectively, he watched the door with growing apprehension and fear in his eyes, and the soft sound of footsteps echoing in his ears.
The lock clicked open, as if by its own accord, but Harry could see the shimmering traces of red encasing the doorknob before fading, like a net of crimson stars. His gaze was interrupted when he felt the rush of magic, and he quickly turned his back to shield Alain, just as the door burst to pieces, splinters sailing across the room. When the wood had settled across the floor like fallen soldiers after an explosion, Harry dared to right himself and turn around as the figure walked through the entryway.
It was a skeletal man that greeted his sight, with skin as pale as death and a serpentine face. Glowing red eyes that seemed to come out of nightmares were attached to the horrific visage that stood in Alain's nursery room. Lips drew back in what looked to be a smirk, the ruby-colored eyes glowing with triumph and disdain. His wand was held in a relaxed grip, his eyes alighting upon the only thing blocking his way to the child prophesized to destroy him: a small boy with wild black hair and wide green eyes, framed by spectacles.
"Move aside, you insolent child, and I may just spare your life." the dark wizard hissed, voice caressing each syllable like satin.
Harry did not move, nor did he speak. What could be said in reply to that? Regardless, the ebony-haired child felt rooted to the spot, the wailing of his baby brother behind him tugging at his heart. There was a ringing in his ears, his heartbeat erratic, and the strangely hot sensation of water running down his cheeks. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't do anything. But Alain, maybe we can go together. the child thought, feeling almost numb.
A sneer came across the pale face, and the Dark Lord merely raised his wand towards the child in front of him, a green light emitting from the tip before it burst forward like a bolt of lightning. It struck Harry with such merciless force he was flung over the crib by the sheer power, and fell limply to the ground after he had hit the wall. Bits of plaster fell into his fading vision, and it took all of his remaining willpower to not sink completely into the darkness.
His body ached, burned, all over, but he couldn't make a sound, or even move. He could only stare as shimmering green flowed throughout his body, like poison in his bloodstream, and seemed to taint everything it touched black. Harry could feel it travel throughout his body, squeezing his lungs, choking his heart. It was a silent sort of agony; a kind of pain that blocked out everything except the torture itself.
Harry did not like it.
Something, something in him snapped to pieces and burned away, before his magic roared, then became dense. As if becoming a solidifying liquid, it flowed so fast throughout his body, forcing the emerald-colored death magic out, harsh and unrelenting. Even through the renewed haze of pain, a small part of him still had enough energy left to feel triumphant.
It does not belong. he thought viciously, It is not me
It had felt like an eternity had passed before the last of the death magic was out, and Harry was so exhausted he couldn't even move. He could see, however, as well as hear. The wailing of Alain was far from comforting, but he didn't hear much else, and the room looked like an anchor had been bounced off the walls several times. His weary brain wouldn't register much else, though, and he felt his eyelids slip shut.
"HARRY!! ALAIN!!"
...Mum...
Harry was six years old when he survived the Killing Curse and Alain was hailed as the Boy-Who-Lived.
END
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