Origin of sin
Chapter 1: Hidden darkness
The night was silent but far from peaceful for this one young man. He was trashing in his sleep on the edge of falling from the far too small children's bed that he lay in. His eyes were darting under his translucent eyelids as visions of death and torture plagued his dreams. But those were no ordinary dreams for the youth was no-less unordinary. He was a wizard, more - he was one of the most famous wizards alive. And unfortunately for him his fame came at a terrible price- the death of his parents, friends and loved ones were one thing, but as if it weren't enough he was connected with the monster responsible for those deaths and that connection assured his constant suffering, adding to his soul's agony. It was trough that connecting that he witnessed unthinkable crimes almost every night since he was back at his relative's house at Privet Drive. Tonight was no exception.
He was in front of a house. His long spidery fingers tucked inside the sleeves of the sleeves of his black robes. He watched as his Death Eaters entered the house trough the front door, not bothering to hide their actions. Once they all had entered and had formed the usual circle in the middle of what appeared to be the sitting room of the household, He calmly entered and took his place in the middle. One look around told him that despite the noise of the brake-in the family has not woken. One quick movement of his wand and a small explosion sounded trough the house. "Wouldn't do to surprise them in their sleep 'defenseless'" At the thought and evil smile graced the Dark Lord's serpentine features. He was a predator and lived for the thrill of the hunt, the struggle of the pray once he cornered it. "No it just won't do" he thought.
A creek from the stair that led to the upper floors made him turn and look at a man, still in his pajamas, clenching a wand. Behind him emerged a woman in a pink nightgown. She stopped as if frozen behind her husband. Both their eyes were wide with fear. The man's because he knew what was the inevitable even if he fought and the woman at the sight of the cloaked men and the monster in the middle of their circle. The man made to draw his wand but before he could say the words of the spell a curse that was fired from one of the Death Eaters behind their Master. The man dropped to his knees, his wand clinked on the floor as it was released from the man's dead grip. His eyes watered –he knew- his family would die tonight and there was nothing he could do about it. Harry could practically smell his fear and it was delightful. His eyes connected with the man's and suddenly turned back to the woman. He took a few steps in her direction. Apparently she was in shock but one the looming figure of the tall demon-like creature came close she seemed to go out of the trance , screamed with all she had and run back to the second floor. He knew where she was going "Women are so predictable!". The heart-freezing smile never leaving his face he followed her to the children's bedroom. There on one of the beds was the mother hugging her children. There were a boy and a girl. The first perhaps around 15 and the girl an year or two younger. They were trying to calm their mother and make her tell them what was happening. Harry's eyes took on a glint that together with his 'smile' would scare those unfortunate to see it to death, literally. Oh, yes, he is going to enjoy this! He took a step into the room. The mother froze once again at the sight of him. The children turned to see what had caused their mother to stiffen only to look into the face of Death. "Imperio!" The boy's eyes glazed over. "Imperio!" His mother's followed. "Take the girl and bring he downstairs." With that The Lord of darkness turned and left the room. Harry didn't look behind him- he was sure they were following because of the muffled please and sobs of the girl who didn't understand what was happening. These quickly became screams as she saw the men in the room, finally comprehending what was happening.
In the sitting room Harry once again turned to his death eaters.
"My loyal followers, today within our ranks is a new-timer and this is his first raid. I believe an initiation is in order. But I also like this …family…so leave now , go to the other house we had planed for tonight and enjoy yourselves, show the traitors that there is a price to pay for their betrayal to wizardry. I shall receive your report Lucius in the morning. " Harry turned to his new recruit "Stay. After all this is your initiation! The rest of you - Go!" With loud pops the smirking Death Eaters dissapparated.
" Now , let me see how creative you are. Do not disappoint me!"
" I won't My Lord"
With that the Death Eater pointed his wand at the petrified man "Finite Incanatatum". The other wizard dropped on his hands. By now his daughter had finished screaming and struggling against her mother and bother and was once again sobbing quietly. He took one look at her and turned to Harry.
"Master, please, at least spare the children, they are innocent!"
The Dark Lord looked down at the pitiful excuse of a wizard before him.
"They are as quilty as you are! You area disgrace to the name wizard! To marry a muggle! To waist yourself and to have your noble blood contaminated . No...your betrayal is in their blood. Squibs Limetr! Squibs!Your children should have continued your ancient name! Ah, what a waste!" He paused to look at the others in the room. The girl was watching with horror filled eyes, while the mother and son had no reaction what so ever. "And now this filth" he pointed at the man's family" is going to pay for your crimes towards wizard blood". The Death Eater behind him petrified him again and both he and Harry turned to the small group standing in front of the nearest wall. Just as the Dark Lord made to move for the mother, the men beside him stepped to the front.
"May I Master?"
Harry looked at the man and remembering it was after all his initiation, waved his hand at the group.
"Let's see what you can come up with my servant"
With that the looming figure of the being that was Voldemort stepped back to watch his newest recruit use his sick imagination to torture the muggles.
" If you would please release your curse Master? I need control over them"
A flick of the Dark Lord's wand and a twice chanted "Imperio" later the boy and the mother were in the Death Eater's control. As it turned out Harry didn't come to regret that he had handed his new recruit the control.
"Thank you Master"
The second after the words left the cloaked man's mouth the mother was already pinning the girl to the floor since he needn't voice his commands to the imperious driven couple. The same man flicked his wand and again muttered a silent incantation. The girl's gown was ripped off of her as she trashed and fought against her mother's hold. The next command was voiced so the Master can follow what was happening.
"Come here boy. Strip"
The boy obeyed .The Death Eater then pointed to his sister on the floor and after apparently giving the first part of the command silently he finished with
"…and I want to see blood boy!"
And as the mother moved so the boy could lie between the girl's legs the father's eyes were wide. Horror, disgust, disbelief- all clearly evident in them. Harry chuckled. Did the man think they would simply be killed? No, they had to pay. Death is not enough. He heard the girl say something and he turned to listed.
"Why brother?"
The smile never left Harry's serpentine features. " The traitor hadn't even told them about the power of magic! Oh, this would be interesting..". The boy hesitated for a moment as his sister's words. He seemed to be fighting the curse, but soon the moment was gone .The boy shut the female's mouth in a rough kiss. As he surfaced from it is mouth was bloody and the girl was spitting blood . The boy spit something on the floor near Harry's feet and forced himself into her. The piece of tong still lay at Voldemort's feet. "So" came the Dark Lord's voice" the boy has his own imagination" . And then he laughed. The sound was chilling and the room seemed to darken, but the boy didn't notice. He was busy biting her neck while trusting deeper into her womanhood. Blood had began to pool around her tights, they boy's nails dig deeper into her shoulders pinning her down. The girl's breaths became heavy; her chest was moving hard up and down and her struggles were weakening. Tears were streaming down her unblemished creamy cheeks mixing with the drying blood when they reached the area around her mouth. A small scream escaped her lips, despite the fact that she obviously was truing not to scream, as her violator sunk his teeth into her neck. This went on for some time until the girl quieted. The boy slid out of her and stood.
Her blood on his stomach, legs, his face in and on his mouth. Some was pooling in his chin and dripping on the floor as he stood next to her body. Her heavy breaths have seized, her chest had stopped its rising. She had taken her last breath. Her brother stood between her open tights, waiting for the next command. Her mother near the wall was looking at them glassy eyed, with no emotion what-so-ever .
" Good boy"
Congratulated the Death Eater, panting a little, with excitement. It had been quite a show.
"My, my" came Harry's high voice" you would really have had potential as my servant have you not been the worthless creature you are, boy"
The other man looked like he was grinning at his master, under the mask.
"On with he show, Master?"
"Yes, yes. Let's see what else you have to …show"
The Death Eater bowed and lifted the Imperious curse from the boy. The evil smile appeared on The Dark Lord's featured once again as he recognized what was about to happen. The boy shook his head once in disorientation. Then he looked at the body in his feet, then at his bloodied hands and body. He looked at his mother staring unseeingly and his father who had tears running down his already wet face. And then realization hit.
"No" the boy's whisper was almost inaudible "no , no , noNoNO!" each following was stronger and stronger until the last was practically a shout.
"Yes, yes, yes boy" Replied Voldemort's servant " you did this. She is dead"
"No.." weakly replied the boy now, as if he had once again lost his voice. He was shaking his head violently.
"Face it filth, you are responsible. You rapped and killed your sister. What will you do now?"
"Sister…sister… I … I …" he began" forgive me, Elly. Please…" suddenly he turned towards the Death Eater "You! You made me do this…" he didn't finish because the masked man had began talking.
" No, no force could have made you do this. If you loved her enough you would have been able to fight, but you didn't. You did it and with quite a bit of imagination, if I do say so myself. I didn't tell you how, boy- only what. You chose the means."
The boy had no response for this. He was staring at the body. His eyes followed a long trail of deep scratches up her chest to her neck where several bites were still oozing blood. He looked in her classy opened eyes. Her dead eyes. Tears began to roll off his eyes. He took a step back and slowly turned to the cloaked men.
"Kill me" he said in a clear voice.
"Maybe I will boy" answered the shorter masked man "but we aren't finished …" but the Death Eater was cut off by the Dark Lord's voice.
"The fun had just begun"
With that Harry flicked his wand and the boy froze in the middle of saying another "No …". His horror-filled eyes unblinking and wide. He was moved across the room to his father who had a similar look in his eyes.
"Thank you, Master"
"Good job, my loyal servant. But your games have awakened a desire in me that has to be satisfied"
The other man, having probably heard that it wasn't wise to stand in the way , or anywhere near for that matter ,of the Master when he was in such a mood quickly obeyed and moved to the wall furthest way from him while bowing a little. Harry removed the curse that was on the woman still standing. Like her son she looked a little disorientated at first. But unlike him she did not have the time to comprehend what had happened. Cold long fingers closed around her throat. She tied to fight, but the man holding her seemed unaffected by her kicks. While pinning her to the wall with the hand on her throat, he brought his other hand to his hood and lowered it.
She fell numb. The thing before her was not human. It's eyes were blazing red and bore into her very soul. It's features like those of a reptile . She couldn't move.
" I understand that you are a fascinated with my look woman, but I would appreciate a bit of a response"
His words seemed to have shaken her out of her stupor and she screamed, or as much as she could scream with a hand tight on her throat. She once again tried to kick even to bite the hand that held her, but to no use. Harry was at last satisfied with her response 'It's no fun when they don't fight' he thought.
"That's better" he murmured leaning into her. He seized the night gown with one hand and ripped it off. Harry brought his hand to the clasp of his cloak and let it fall open. The woman stilled. She was looking in his eyes. He let go of her throat and grabbed her tights. He lifted her off the ground, one hand on her backside the other holding her right tight on his waist. His hands bore into her skin as he entered her in one strong movement. The woman's eyes widened and she opened her mouth as if to scream, but no sound came out. He thrust violently gain and this time a small moan left her lips. Her previously limp hands involuntarily rose to clutch onto he being's shoulders in attempt to bring the body closer. What was previously pain was obviously pleasure now. She caught his wait between her tights releasing his left hand from its duty of holding her right leg up. The hand snaked around her and grabbed her long shiny black hair making her arch her neck and body at the sudden pleasure of the new source of pain. Her nails burrowed deeper into the being's cool flesh. She pulled her hands down to the chest scratching but a hand came down of her cheek and she returned her hands to the shoulders. She could feel him. He knew that. She was of fire inside and outside, so when he spilled his seed inside her it was like lava had ruptured from his body. Her eyes went wide as she opened them and saw his features even more inhuman than before. It was as though looking at the face of a serpent in human skin. Fangs showed in his lipless mouth. He pulled on her hair once more and as she exposed her neck he sunk them deep. Harry felt the life plumbing trough the veins, the coppery taste of her blood in his mouth. It was intoxicating, powerful. He drank until he was satisfied and then let the body go. She was still alive, but barely. He flesh was raw as if severely burned in the sun. Weakly she lifted her hands to her eyes and saw them black, coaled. Harry was closing his cloak as finally feeling returned to her and the spell of his demonic being was lifted. He inspected the scratches on his chest that were closing themselves and healing at a rapid speed. He clasped the cloak pin and turned to the burned dieing woman in his feet.
"My you were exited"
The pain was returning to her but it wasn't the worst thing. All she could think about is that he wasn't in her anymore. That he wasn't touching her.
"Master.." she began, but never finished as she breather her dieing breath.
The last thought trough her mind was that she would never again be able to satisfy her Master.
A few minutes passed and the Death Eater in the shadows came out of his stupor.
"You have a way with women, Master"
Harry made a mental note to reward him once they have left, the boy really knew his job. Rarely did he get so exited as to show his real self to a servant, even more rarely did he allow himself to satisfy his body's needs in front of one. But now he turned to the father and son. The look they had was priceless. Their faces were frozen as they had been before, but their eyes were tightly shut and as they opened them the despair and wish for death was a delicious sight!
"Avada Kedavra"
The father's body fell to the floor.
"Finite incantate(u?)m"
The boy's spell was removed, but despite that he physically was able to do so, he didn't move. The Trainee Death Eater flicked his wand and a dagger materialized out of thin air. He offered it to the boy.
"Do you know what to do, boy?"
Desperate eyes flicked around the room, over the dead bodies of his family. He nodded and took the steel blade. He took one last deep breath and stuck the cold metal in his chest. Warm blood streamed down the boy's front and in seconds the last of the Limetrs was dead. Harry looked over to the Death Eater with blazing eyes.
"Good job, boy. Really good. I dare say you will surpass your father's achievements. Lower your mask my loyal servant. Let me see your face."
And the cloaked man did so. As the mast slid down the gleeful face of Draco Malfoy showed. And then Harry felt something pull him. At once the world started spinning and the room became a blur. The last thing he saw as he's conscious was separated from Voldemort's was the face of Malfoy, the last words he heard were spoken in the hissing manner of the Dark Lord that only seconds ago he recognized as his own..
"We all have darkness inside us boy. You do too. Don't fight it."
Harry Potter woke up with a start. Sweat was running in small drops down his forehead. The drops made their way down the sides of his face and to his neck and were lost on their way to his bare chest. His breaths were heavy, his eyes wide open and his hands gripping the thin sheet that had pooled around his waist as he sat in his bed. A minute ticked by, his breath calmed some and he slowly but steadily eased himself back on his bed. Emerald green and unblinking eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment and then shut tight as if to shut out the world, to hide their owner from everything in existence." But that could never happen" darkly thought Harry. Because every time he closed his eyes He was there. Watching, waiting, poisoning him with his darkness. And as time went by the poison began its work. Where was once a hollow abyss in Harry's chest, the result of his godfather's death, was now full of that darkness. Harry didn't know that yet, but those visions caused more damage than he could imagine. Inside him there has always been some of that darkness- no one who has suffered as he had could escape it, but now it began to grow. To the outside world it seemed as though the boy was merely snappish and grieving. Those things explained the always present gloom in Harry's face and the sharp edge of his tongue when he talked. The latter was a rare occurrence. All summer the Dursley's have heard very little from he raven-haired's mouth except "Yes", "No" and "Maybe". He had done most of the chores they had given him without complain and had eaten his meals in his room. What the family did not know, what no-one knew, was what happened in that room when the door was closed.
When Harry came back for the summer he hurt worse that he had ever hurt. He had wailed in despair for weeks. His friends-Ron and Hermione had sent many owls, but none of their comforting words had any meaning to Harry. Their words wouldn't bring Sirius back. Two weeks into the summer Dumbeldore had wanted to, move him to Grimmauld Place, but Harry had put his foot down and after a long and not so friendly talk with the Headmaster and Mrs.Weasley they had left him here for the summer. For the next week he had done little more that lie in his bed or sit at his desk and stare into space. Then the visions came. The first time had been beyond horrible. All he could remember of the next day was that at some point his Aunt ,in fear that if something happened to him "those freaks" will harm her family, had brought him food and asked him if he was OK. He didn't remember what he had answered. The dead eyes of the young couple that had been slaughtered in his vision the night before staring back at him everywhere he looked. That night Voldemort had simply watched, but in the next vision he did much more. From then on every nigh he would witness one death after another, one tortured soul crying in pain after another and so on, and so on. That in itself was not the worst though. What made his visions so real was the fact that he could not only see but feel. Every time it was as if he himself was doing the killing and torture. Every time he felt what Voldemort felt and had no control over it. He would see a girl or a man, child or woman die at his hand and would feel the satisfaction of the deed. Would want more and would do more…
No soul of an innocent could take that. But Harry was no innocent, so in order to survive when his night-timetorture was driving him mad he adjusted to it. That small pool of darkness inside him reached out and fed of the nightmares and as it fed -it grew. It didn't show itself until that faithful night that changed the life of Harry Potter…
Harry was lying on the bed, eyes tightly shut. Another night - another vision. This time he had killed a family of four. He sighed. "There will be no more rest today; I might as well get to work". Seeing the night still out of his window, he stumbled out of his bed and got dressed. He didn't look in the mirror- he knew what he would see. The shades under his eyes, his now shoulder-long hair still wet from the sweat and his previously grassy-green eyes a dull shade of emerald. He closed the door to his closet and went into his trunk. This trunk was one of his favorite things; it was his own little world. After the first three or four nights of visions he had gotten past his grieve, not forgotten Sirius, but moved on and had decided he needed a distraction. "God bless you Mundungus!" Harry thought as he did every time he went down the stairs in his trunk. The good man had answered Harry's desperate call and bought some things for him. The first was this trunk. Harry had remembered Moody's and immediately decided that was just the thing he needed. What followed were some books on dueling and combat spells. For the most time Mundungus hadn't questioned Harry and as asked didn't tell the Order. There wasn't anything too illegal in those books and if there was someone who needed to learn how to fight –it was Harry. The boy had been in too many battles to stay ignorant anymore and after all -he did pay him well. So now Harry was in his trunk which consisted of three rooms and four compartments. In the biggest of the rooms which remarkably resembled a dungeon, he was doing his morning exercises. He had found them in one of the books that sported the theory that a wizard's physical condition affected his magic. The stronger the body - the stronger the magic. Of course there was the side advantage that a man in a good physical condition can move better and would tire slower in a duel. But all of that didn't mean the same man had to resemble a body-builder! On the contrary. Harry had concentrated on agility and speed, more than on strength. More than once had running had saved his life, so he felt it a good point to concentrate on that. He was just finishing his stretching after the series of real exercises when pain ripped his body. It came without warning starting in his chest until his whole being was burning in white hot pain. As sudden as it came it left. Harry lay gasping for breath afterwards curled in a fetal position. The pain had remarkably resembled the Cruciatus curse. He weakly pushed himself into a standing position and decided that today he would pass his usual dueling practice. It had been his ritual for more than a month now. Get up, train his body then train his magic. The trunk had one more blessing- it was "magic proven". Harry would practice all the new magics he read in his books here without being detected by the Ministry. He dragged himself up the stairs and left the trunk. About an hour later as the first rays of the sun shone trough the window of the smallest bedroom on Privet Drive 4 the young wizard was still pondering the mysterious pain that he had felt that morning. If it had been his scar it would have been normal. At that thought Harry idly wonders when had pain become normal to him, but dismissed the thought as he again was mystified by what had happened. Finally he heard his relatives wake up and got down for breakfast. He took two sandwiches from the plate on the table and went into the back yard to eat them. The morning air was refreshing and for a second his life didn't seen so bad as it had minutes before. For a second. Finishing his meal he stood and got to work. This summer Petunia had decided she needed to remodel the back yard so she could enter the local gardening club's competition. That, of course, meant more work for Harry. But he didn't mind. It kept him out of the house and away from his thoughts about death and the misery he called his life. He set to weeding the newly planted flowerbeds and watering them before it got too hot. He just managed to finish in time for lunch, which turned out to be some left over breakfast sandwiches for him. Again, he didn't mind. He had more than enough food in his trunk. He wiped his hand off of his already dirty shorts and slipped out of his T-shirt. It was HOT! And in the blazing sun Harry began moving the ornament stones that, when he finished, should become a rather beautiful fountain in the middle of the yard.
That evening as he lay reading one of his favorite books "Dueling the dirty way Or When the other doesn't play fare" the hand that he was using to hold the book caught his attention. From the beginning of the summer he had steadily began gathering tan, which was the result of his work in the garden, but now on his hand there was no trace of that tan. He put the book down and looked at his other arm. Perfect pale skin met his eyes. When he stood up and for the first time in weeks looked in the mirror he saw that there was no trace of the chocolate brown tan he had before. Only creamy white skin, on which the scar on his forehead stood even more pronounced. As he gazed into the mirror he saw something else. Gone was the scrawny looking boy that he remembered of the last time he had looked in that mirror, in its place stood a man. He was taller than he remembered. He was now easily over 6f. No more skinny, he had well pronounced muscles. He looked graceful, like a jungle cat – deadly under the outer façade of his visage. As the shock of his new looks passed, he smirked. Now that was something new. He couldn't wait to see the faces of the people at Hogwarts when they saw him. Oh, will he have fun! Just as the thought went trough his mind a scream echoed in the house. Without thinking he grabbed his clothes and still dressing flew out the door, wand in hand, ready to face…He stopped dead in his tracks as he got a view of the front door- Death Eaters.