Harry's Secret Fetish Ignited

Author: Twisted Novelist

Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fan based Parody (known as a Fan Fiction), Please support the official source material, JK Rolling's Harry Potter series (movies and books).

Warnings: There is detailed Abuse in this chapter. It may trigger bad memories for those who have experienced such things.

Author Notes: ah geez, this took longer than I expected. Life decided to deal me a crap hand, and to top it off and I asked for a new one, it dealt me something worse. So, again, sorry it took so long.

Chapter 0: The Paladin, his Shield, and his Shadow.

Privet Drive was a quite little place just on the outskirts of Little Winging. All the house looked the same, every car in every drive way was the same, and even the families looked the same. So it was with this abnormality of the owners of Number 4 of Privet Drive had to hide (or so they thought) in order to stay. A boy, under the cupboard that resided under the stairs of what everyone suspected was the perfect family of Privet Drive.

Now the boy's name was Harry, but for the longest time he had thought it was freak. His guardians (being his Aunt and Uncle) seemed to only call him just that. Harry had lived a hard life, being put to work at a young age, and beaten if he ever refused. At times, his Uncle would come home drunk, due to a problem at work, and decide that it was the "Freak's Fault" and proceed to teach him a lesson, With a belt, or frying pan.

Harry caught on quickly that the things that happened, the things that he would get called a freak for was like magic. He tried to explain it to his Aunt and Uncle but every time he said "it was like magic" he would get a severe beating and told "there was no such thing as magic."

Harry had just turned ten years old, a few days after his cousin's birthday. Harry had seen how his cousin enjoyed his birthday. Envy swelled within the boy and consumed him, even now he felt the emotion eating at him. His birthday had gone unnoticed by everyone, and it made him angry. It was with this emotion he decided to confront his Uncle. Harry would threaten to run away this time if they didn't give him a party.

Harry stood at the dinning room table looking up at the whale of an uncle who just gaped at him.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Vernon spat before putting down his utensils.

"I, I want a birthday party, or, r, or I am going to run away"

Vernon stared at the boy for a moment, then he stood up swiftly and charged the boy. Harry's eyes shot wide and he scrambled to escape but only got as far as the hallway.

"Or you will run away?"

Whack

"RUN AWAY?"

Whack

"You Ungrateful"

Whack

"inconsiderate"

Whack

"Freak!"

Whack.

Vernon's knuckles had started to drip with blood as he reached down and grabbed the boy by the throat. He lifted the boy up who tried to break free and ended up kicking him in the jewels. Vernon bellowed in pain and at first it felt like his grip had loosened on the boy. Harry tried to escape but felt the fat sausages for fingers tighten even harder around his neck. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt something in his neck crunch and then pop. Vernon didn't seem to care and proceeded to open the cupboard and throw the boy in.

"FREAK, know your place!" Vernon spat before slamming the door shut.

Harry laid broken, bruised, and bleeding in the darkness of his room, if you could call it that. It was hard for him to breathe, as he felt like he was choking on something. He lurched forward and started gagging before something tore in his throat and he spit out what was blocking it. He looked at it, unable to see what it is in the darkness. He tried to ask himself what but nothing came out. He tried to call for his uncle or aunt and still, nothing.

Harry realized what he had coughed up was his vocal cord. He cried, his silent tears streaming down his face, he curled into a ball and cried. He began to ask himself questions, Was this a dream? Why me? Could he fix it? If he wished hard enough? Could he fix it? Then all thought stopped as one single thought consumed him.

It's his fault, there fault! They did this to me! And all because of this, this magic! I HATE IT! I don't want to be magical any more! With this thought Harry felt himself burn with hate and anger, no longer feeling pain from his wounds. He felt full of energy and strength. He slammed his hand against the door and watched it fly off it's hinges and bang against the wall. He crawled out of the cupboard and felt himself expand and grow. He watched as his Uncle entered the hallway from the dinning room only to gasp at Harry.

He wouldn't let his uncle get away and grabbed the fat man by the throat and slam him against the wall. He heard his Aunt scream in fright and even saw his cousin scamper up the stairs behind him. He didn't care, no he was going to get revenge for everything they had done, and he was going to start with his uncle. As he was about to start his vicious attack, the front door seemed to be knocked off it's hinges and slam into his side.

Half an hour before.

A man covered from head to toe in full plated armor seemed to sit and chat with a blond haired man also wearing full plate but no helmet.

"you seem board, maybe we should go find a dragon for you to wrestle with."

"I'm not feeling it. Besides, it would be to easy to fight a dragon Henry."
"oh, well excuse me while I whip us up a dark lord for the great Sir Willownall to fight!"

Sir Willownall's face expressed no emotion to Henry's joke.

"you can be a hard man to deal with you know that" Henry seemed to slump back.

"Look, Armstrong, I-" an alarm seemed to cut off what ever Willownall was going to say.

Henry jumped up and rushed to a map that covered a wall.

"what is it?" Willownall asked.

"Looks like an obscurus, in Little Winging." Henry boomed as he grabbed a sword and tossed it to Willownall.

"Remind me to thank the Scamander's for updating the map!" William said catching the weapon before storming out a door. Henry grabbed a large slab of metal that looked like a door before fallowing.

Just outside Number 4 Privet Drive

A loud pop could be heard as Sir Armstrong and Sir Willownall Apparated in the drive way. They waited a bit looking around for the creature.

"it's a bit quiet for-" a scream was heard from inside before Henry could finish.

He rushed the door and slammed his large body, metal shield first into the door. The door broke off it's hinges and flew inside the home. Sir Willownall fallowed inside only to stop dead at the sight before him.

There it was, an obscurus, an amorphous entity with the appearance of a black, fluid-like cloud,like a violent torrent of darkness. However, it was strange, he could make out the figure of a boy.

"Now we have a challenge, bring it on ya beast" Henry demanded of the creature as he drew a large sword in one hand.

"Wait Henry! I think this one can be saved" Sir Willownall stated thrusting out his hand to stop his companion.

He walked forward as the creature turned on him, he pulled out a pendent before muttering to himself. The creature seemed to rear back before lunging at him.

"Protect me my goddess, Iomedae, for this boy does not know what he is doing." William seemed to pray as he walked forward.

The creature bounced off some kind of force that engulfed him. He took this time to take a knee before continuing his prayer.

"Blessed be you Iomedae, Lady of Valor, Blessed is your will that I uphold. Now I ask, as your faithful, bless this boy, that his rage be sated and his soul calmed."

as Sir Willownall finished his prayer, the creature seemed to faultier, and stumble, before it began reverting back into a ten year old child.

"thank you, Iomedae" Henry seemed to mutter.

As the chaos seem to die down, Sir Willownall scooped up the boy. Henry looked around noticing man and picked him up.

"ah, good sir, I was hoping you co-"

"GET OFF ME, FREAKS!" the man protested.

"excuse me?" Henry stood still out of shock.

"you heard me, now get out of my house."

"if this is about damage then we can-"

"I SAID GET OUT!"

Henry began moving to the door when he heard a familiar female voice.

"it was your fault"

Sir Willownall's eyes shot wide.

"Nina, no, there muggles you cant-" but it was too late.

Almost at an instant, the large man had an arrow lodged in his head. A small woman, roughly three ft seemed to rise from Henry's shadow.

"May Pharasma judge you!"

Back at headquarters.

"You can't just kill them!" Willownall berated Nina.

"He had it coming, look what he did to the boy" she protested.

"that's no excuse to go half cocked and kill a muggle" Henry chimed in.

"your lucky I could heal the man, though, he might have some trouble with his memories" Willownall stated.

There was silence for a while.

"I am sorry, I just, I didn't like seeing a child turned into a monster." Nina said slumping onto a couch.

"none of us do, Nina." Henry said slumping against a wall.

"now we have to decide, what to do with the boy." Willownall said, placing said boy on a love seat.

"we could-"

"We are not raising the boy Nina" Willownall interrupted.

"but William" she pouted at him.

"No butts, we are a guild of hardened warriors, not parents"

"technically I am the warrior, your a paladin, and she is a ranger." Herny chimed in.

"your not helping" William stated.

Henry stood up and walked over to the fire place.

"you want help? Let's report in to Madam Bones, she might have a suggestion."

Amelia Bones' office.

As Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia found herself chained to her desk at the most ungodly hours of the night. She had just finished compiling a case against one Lucius Malfoy only to have the minister close the case. Her nerves where wearing thin at all the political BS that seemed to go on. It was just then that her floo seemed to come alive as a large metal head seemed to appear.

"how are you Madam Bones" Henry's voice asked.

"how do the muggles say it? Loaded question." she replied pulling out a bottle of fire whiskey.

"sorry to hear but, we have a situation"

she sighted "I figured that was the case, well, come on threw."

a moment later, Herny, Nina, and William carrying Harry, came threw the fireplace.

"tonight, we responded to a thirty three nineteen"

"monster in a muggle neighborhood, give me the short version"

placing the young harry in a chair William faced Amelia.

"this boy was an Obscuris, we where able to revert the boy but Nina put an arrow threw the muggle responsible for the agitation."

Nina seemed to shrink behind Henry at the mention of her. Amelia glared at her.

"is the muggle still alive?"

"yes, though he will have some issues with his memory."

Amelia groaned and shot back a shot of fire whiskey. She poured herself another shot as she eyed the boy. She couldn't help but feel that he was familiar. She was about to shoot back another shot when she froze.

"Harry Potter"

Harry seemed to wake up slowly. He felt like he had been cuddling with his mother. He blinked and found himself in a chair in a round office. There was a woman with short graying blond hair staring at him. He looked around to see a large man in a suit of armor, a woman who might have been shorter than him, and a man who seemed to be glowing with light.

"Mister Potter, are you awake?" the woman behind the desk seemed to ask. He tried to speak but nothing came out. She seemed to notice this as she scribbled something down and folded it into a paper airplane before throwing it. A moment latter, a woman seemed to come in with a hand bag.

"is this the boy?" the woman asked. Amelia nodded. "all right, Mister Potter, I am going to need you to hold still while I examine you." he nodded.

She seemed to run her a stick she was holding up and down his body before it produced a light that held words on it. "Merlin's word, this is just, awful."

"what is it Madam Greengrass." Amelia asked with frustration.

"well, you are correct that the boy can't speak, but. But I am afraid I can't fix it. The boy is missing his entire vocal cord and I am afraid there isn't a way to grow it back."

"what can we do for him then?"

"well, nothing." Amelia glared at the woman, seeming to not like that answer.

"what I mean is, we have to wait and see if magic can find a way. As witches and wizards, we are more durable than the average muggle, and at a young age, magic will find ways of expressing itself. But I am afraid that's not the worst of it Madam Bones."
"for Merlin's sake, what is it?"

"his body, it shows signs of abuse, neglect, and mistreatment. We can correct it, however, it is going to take years of treatment to fix."

Madam bones turned to the man that had been glowing. "and where did you find this boy?"

The conversation had gone on for what felt like hours. Madam bones tossing around the idea of possible families that the boy could stay with. It was at this time Madam Greengrass chimed in with her opinion.

"I could watch over the boy."

Madam bones turned to woman. She stared at her, analyzing the pros and cons of the action.

"I am a healer, and a mother, and my husband is a global business man. We could even teach the boy to use Sign Language."
"sign what?" Madam bones looked puzzled.

"it's a language involving movement" she started to move her hands and body as she spoke "to talk with others."

Madam bones looked at Madam Greengrass and then to Sir Willownall. The man looked at Madam Greengrass and closed his eyes for a brief second before turning back to Madam Bones and nodding.

"you check out, see me in the morning for the final paperwork."

"that's it? A random look form this guy?"

"first, Yes. Second, this guy is a Knight of Ozem, a group of Paladins. They are sworn to do a goddess' will, and his goddess grants him power because of this. The man just behind him is actually a Dullahan that is bound to the paladin as a bodyguard. The small woman who keeps jumping around is a Ranger, or scout, who is honor bound to repay a debt to the paladin. So yes, I trust his judgment."

Henry seemed to cough a bit before Madam bones tossed him a bag of gold.

"I do believe our job is done here" Henry said dropping the coin ouch into his armor.

It was William's turn to cough. Henry seemed to sigh before he opened his chest piece up and allowed William to reach in and grab the pouch. William then opened it and pulled out some coins that he handed back to Henry before handing the pouch back to Madam bones.

"we did do some damage and as the contract with Wizarding and Muggle Britain states, we as the Order do here by take the reduced payment to pay for any damages that may have been caused."

"what damage?" Henry protested.

Nina chimed in "front door." then dipped into a shadow.

William walked to the fire place, grabbing some powder and tossing it into the fire place. He turned and bid the woman a good night before leaving. Henry bid them a good night and fallowed William. Madam bones turned to Madam Greengrass before smiling. Madam Greengrass looked down at the boy and then up at madam Bones.

"so, you want me to take him home for the night?"

"actually, I know you are on call right now, if he could just sleep in one of the open bunks in the Medical Wing till morning."

Greengrass Manor, The Next Morning

Johnathan Greengrass was a fair man, or at least he liked to think he was. This thought came to mind because of the bill he was staring at on his desk. The piece of parchment was being brought to his attention stating a demand by his muggle employees wanting to be paid more for there work. He thought hard about what he could do to increase the payment for his employees without undermining the revenue of the company.

At was in this train of thought that he was interrupted by his eldest daughter, Daphnee, who was ten year old now. She had brought him a cup of coffee. Most people in Britan preferred tea but he was odd in his taste. As he sipped his new cup of coffee his daughter looked at the paper he was pondering over. It was not uncommon for her to watch him work, and learn some of the trade. He believed she was getting quite good with the business work.

"say, what do you think I should do, Daphne?"

"well, Father, I think if they want more money that badly, maybe an increase in wages but a cut to hours would suffice?"

"what a brilliant idea, but wouldn't that leave them in the same place as they are now?"
she scrunched up her face before saying "It is not our problem they do not know how to save there earnings."

Before he could respond, his fire place light up and his dear wife seemed to come threw. He always thought she looked stunning even with worry on her face. That's when he registered the worry and stood up quickly.

"What is wrong?"

"I might have volunteered our house to host and educate an orphaned boy."

He stared at her frozen. She shrugged, before rattling on.

"I am sorry love, but I know how you have always wanted a male heir and, and, he was there, and he can't speak, and he was adorable, and around Daphnee's age, and-"

He kissed her, a long and deep kiss. She had a habit of getting into nervous word rants and as far as he knew, this was the fastest way to get her calm down. Even after twelve years of marriage, they still had chemistry for one another. He broke the kiss to see a happy and blissful face on her.

"Daphnee, if you could please leave while your mother and I, discuss things."

his daughter didn't show any signs of argument as she made her way to the front door.

"when is she coming over?"

The fire place light up again and Madam Bones walked threw with a boy shortly behind her. The woman looked at the two and raised an eyebrow.

"I hope I am not catching you at a bad time."

"none sense, the head of the DMLE Is always welcome here. I do believe my wife said something about adopting a child?"

"Actually Lord Greengrass, you would be playing host to said child."

"Oh, and who is this young man?" he bent over a little to offer his hand to the boy.

"he can't speak, but this is Lord Harry James Potter."

John froze, did she just say Harry Potter? As in boy-who-lived Harry Potter? James Potter's son and heir to the most ancient, and noble house of Potter?

"A pleasure, Lord Potter. It will be an honor to play host to you. If there is anything I or my family can do to make your stay more welcoming, do not hesitate to bring it to our attention."

"I am hoping my trust in your family is not misplaced Lord Greengrass. I am aware that there are those out there that wish to do harm to the boy."

"Greengrass manor was one of the seven strongholds from first great war. I would pity the witch or wizard who thought they could harm someone here."

"good, last thing we need to cover is the documents. These papers will cover any legal authority needed as well as grant you payment that shall be used to help raise the boy."

he gestured them over to his desk where he brought out some ink and a quill. Madam Bones pointed at several lines where he signed, a task that was repeated several times. She stated what each document allowed and made copies with her wand to take back with her.

"well now, it would seem business is concluded. I would like to start on getting Lo- Harry, so lessons right away." he thought by using the boy's first name it would lead to the boy feeling he was among friends, if not family.

A.N.: Well, that's the start of it. I would promise there is no more abuse but I don't know if I am going to do flash backs on Harry's time with the Dursley brood. I wanted to also let you know that yes, I am pulling stuff from the pathfinder universe but no, this is not a cross over. I am simply adding some characters to let the plot go the way I want. This is probably the last time you will see William Willownall and his marry crew.

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