AN- Hey everyone! This is little later than I expected it to be, but here it is! Thank you for everyone who reviewed in the last chapter, it really made me write this faster than usual! This chapter will be a shorter, and it will be broken up kind of like in the second episode of season 6 where you learn everything that was happening with Bonnie and Damon in the prison world.
Enjoy!
Summary- Harry just wanted to get his revenge on the death eaters, make them pay for everything they did, but he never asked to be put in a prison world with only a magic-eating psychopath for company. dark!Harry/Kai Slash!
Background- Kai has been in the prison world for five years, Harry gets put in the prison world in 1998.
Warnings- Slash in sooner than later chapters! Angst and suicidal actions in this one!
Word count- 2760
Harry sat in the same position he had been in since the American Wiccan had attacked him and sent him to . . . wherever he was.
He hadn't dared to move when the white light receded, in fear of what might happen if he did. So he sat, on his knees, staring at the hard ministry floor pensively in till his legs started to scream in protest. But even then he stayed completely still and let his magic do the searching for him.
It spread like a ripple in the lake and Harry was the stone in the middle. It searched every office, closet, and corridor looking for signs of threat. It found nothing that could be a threat to Harry, in fact it found that Harry and his magic were completely alone in the ministry.
A faint spark of foreign magic made Kai look up from where he was messing with a merry-go-round control panel. Ignoring the pain the quickness of the act caused in his neck, he poked carefully at the magic. It was small enough that five years ago he probably wouldn't have even noticed it, but after being alone in this prison for so long, any amount of magic felt like hope.
The magic was far away, that much was clear, Kai doubted that it was even on the same continent. Though the oddness of the magic, and the fact that it was magic at all, called him towards it. He needed to find it, because more often than not magic meant people, and Kai would take any person he could get.
Harry wandered down the middle of muggle London, his magic spread out as far as it could stretch looking for any and all signs of life. He had been searching for hours and was yet to find even a squirrel.
Sighing heavily Harry plopped himself down in the middle street staring at the cars that were lined up and down the side as if the owners had taken the time to park them perfectly before vanishing.
A shadow passed over Harry and for a moment he hoped that someone had appeared. Then he looked up and found an eclipse forming itself over the sun.
Dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Eclipses were sources of celebration in the wizarding world, he would have heard if there was one coming up. They were supposed to symbolize that darkness would always pass like a shadow on the sun. Harry had found this odd in till Remus explained to him that eclipses always seemed to last longer than they actually were, and it was the same for wars. So eclipses reminded the wizarding communities that no matter how long a war may seem, it will always end and let the sun back out.
The last one, and only one, Harry saw was near the end of third year, and it had been such a big deal that classes were canceled for the day. Everyone had been talking about it for weeks ahead of time. That's what confused Harry the most about the moon covering the moon on this day, he would have heard about it. Hell he probably would have made it so that he waited to kill the death eaters today instead of just another mundane day like he had.
Something flapping in the wind caught the boy-who-lived eye. A newspaper to his right had been left in one of the many bench on that graced the sidewalks. He stretched his hand out, wandlessly summoning the newspaper to him. Maybe the muggles could shine some light on Harry's currents predicament.
His emerald eyes scanned the front page looking for any answer to where everyone was. But to his disappointment all that was on the cover was article on the eclipse. He was about to throw the paper away when the date on the top of the sheet made him pause.
May 10th 1994. The day of the only eclipse that Harry had ever witnessed.
"Where the hell am I?" Harry whispered to himself in horror.
Day 24
Harry lounged on one of the coaches in the Black library reading through the fifty-sixth book he had found on wiccans. He closed the book loudly, throwing it to the ground. It was useless, all of them were. Not a single one of them had anything written about where he might be or why he was repeating the same insignificant day, again and again.
He pushed himself off of the expensive leather love seat and started to pace.
"How supposed to get out of this if I don't know what this is?" He asked himself irritated.
He took a deep breathe trying to calm his racing heart. "Okay Harry, stressing never got you anywhere. Approach this like Hermione would."
"It was probably Hermione's idea to do this to you." Harry snapped at himself.
Being completely alone was starting to get to him.
He sat back down on the couch and put his head in his hands. He couldn't stand this much longer. He needed to talk to someone, anyone, or he was going to go insane.
Day 32
Buckingham Palace was nothing compared to Hogwarts. Not only was the palace smaller, but it was also less awesome in general. The corridors were too easy to navigate, the paintings too quiet, and there just simply weren't as many random suits of amour.
Harry really didn't understand why the Queen lived in the boring palace when she could be living somewhere so much more fun.
Even the throne that Harry was lazing in wasn't nearly as comfy as the headmasters chair in Hogwarts. And let's not even mention what Harry thought of the plain celling.
The raven haired boy slowly raised his hand and shot a bolt of light into the stone. He just sat in the same relaxed position on the throne. A large piece of the ceiling broke off with a crack and fell onto the marble floor, cracking what Harry was sure was centuries old marble.
Shifting so that the armrest of the fancy chair wasn't digging in his back in such a painful way, he repeated his attack on the dull ceiling.
This time the falling stone was close to hitting his swinging legs, but it didn't deter Harry in the least.
He was too bored to care about being killed by falling rumble.
Kai drove his car in the direction of the now familiar magic. He was getting closer every day and he could wait to meet whoever was attached to the strange power.
He hoped it was a girl, but then again he had always been open to experimentation.
Day 58
Harry pulled yet another of the annoying photos off of the wall. This one depicted a particularly stupid infant Dudley looking like a beach ball. Harry chuckled at the stupid looking baby, taking another large swing of firewhisky, and threw the frame into the large growing pile at the bottom of the stairs.
The next photo had been taken on the morning of Dudley's eighth birthday. Harry would know, he was the one that had been forced to take it. He tilted the clear bottle back against his lips, letting the burning liquid slide down his throat and cauterize the hurtful memories.
He threw the picture on top the others, enjoying the sound of glass breaking. He stumbled down the stairs, taking another gulp of firewhisky on the way.
When Harry reached the pile of broken pictures, he was unsurprised to find that it reached almost to his knees. He gave a laugh, tipping his mostly empty bottle to pour the alcohol on to the memories he never got to be a part of.
The firewhisky was unnecessary, the spell didn't need it, but it made Harry feel just a little bit better.
He stopped the spilling liquid before he could lose it all and knelt down so that he could gaze at the heap at eye level. Slowly he extended his hand so that it hover just over the frames, careful not to touch them, and murmured the spell.
A slightly mad smile spread across Harry's face as the Fiendfyre ate at the disgusting family photos.
He stood and backed away from the flames as they spread from the pile and onto the rest of the house.
Harry took the final bit of firewhisky in one gulp before throwing the bottle to the side. He sat down on the old cot in his cupboard, having to slouch to the point that his stomach almost touched his knees in order to fit, and watched the flames approach with a Cheshire smile on his face.
His loneliness was about to end.
"No!" Kai raged, throwing a vase against a wall.
The spark of magic he had been searching for over the last months had gone out like a candle flame, and with it the hope of company.
He grabbed the underside of a desk, flipping the hard wood easily. It fell onto its back, the papers from the top scattering, but it wasn't enough to calm Kai's hellish rage. His only hope of every seeing another person had been crushed and he couldn't stand it anymore.
He grabbed the shotgun from where it rested on the wall. He quickly checked that it was loaded, cocked it so that it would actually shot, and pressed the tip onto the roof of his mouth. His finger rested on the trigger, hoping that death would work this time, he started to press the trigger down when something made him stop.
The magic had returned, fainter than before but back none the less. Kai slowly lowered the gun from his mouth, smiling. It seemed that not only did he have a visitor, but also new cellmate.
His smile became almost wistful as he leaned back against the wall and basked in the faint throb of the now comforting magic.
The sun woke Harry from his post-death nap.
He groaned, holding his head as he sat up. Opening his eyes he found that he was sitting in the ashes of what used to be Number four Privet drive.
The brunette didn't bother looking around, instead he just cradled his head in hands, tears running down his face.
He wasn't dead, only alone.
Day 73
Harry threw the old book against the wall, angered by its lack of knowledge. So far the books of Hogwarts had no more knowledge then books from the Black library, and all the questions were starting to drive Harry even more insane then the loneliness.
He ran his hands through his already bird's nest of hair. He needed to talk to someone, or even see someone. If this was his punishment, to go mad from loneliness, than Harry almost regretted killing the death eaters. Almost.
Harry turned to pick up the book to read the rest just in case it had more than the repeating knowledge of the rest. But as he kneeled down to pick up the leather cover something shiny caught his eye.
Still on his hands and knees he crawled the short distance to the shinning object. He examined it carefully. It was a flat necklace with a crescent shaped amulet. Harry assumed that it had fallen out of the book because it most definitely wasn't there before.
Harry's thumb grazed an oddly feeling part of the pendant, he turned it over to find that there were words engraved in the silver.
"A wiccan's help." He read aloud.
Triggered by the words, Harry felt a tug of a portkey and before he knew it he was trapped in a familiar spinning as the necklace transported the savior to locations unknown.
Kai stared out at the Atlantic Ocean moodily. There was a person on the other side of the water that he had no way of getting to. Sure he had taught himself how to fly small planes, but the ones he could fly had too small of gas tanks, to safely across an ocean without stopping for a refill. The thought of sailing had occurred to him, but he had no idea how and all the reading it would require made him cringe. Plus he had never drowned before and didn't fancy trying.
So here he was, sitting on a beach in North Carolina sulking about the fact that he was closer to a person than he had been in years. Yet he was hundreds, if no thousands, of miles away from said person.
A change in the magic caused Kai to stand up quickly.
It was getting closer!
Somehow the magic was getting closer and closer to Kai at impossible speeds.
Kai could do nothing but close his eyes and just let himself feel the magic get closer and closer. Then it started to get farther and farther from him in till it stopped moving completely.
But this didn't bother Kai, while the magic simply falling him his lap would be nice, where the magic was now was so much closer than across an ocean.
In fact it was only a few states away.
So Kai was heading south.
New Orleans.
Of all places the portkey could have deposited him, it had to be New Orleans, Louisiana. The hottest, most muggy place on the face of the earth.
Harry thought that he would just apparate his way back to cool England. But the thought of a possible splinching made him wince. He had never tried to apparate between countries, and he didn't really fancy experimenting, especially when it involved possible loss of limb.
Day74
Harry stared at the large pile of eggs, sausage, and tater-tots in front of him and wondered how he could be so stupid. He was so used to making enough for Vernon and Dudley that he hadn't even noticed when he made five times the amount his body could physically digest.
Harry ran a hand through his already mussed up hair. It was time like this when being all alone on a cycling hell really got to him. It made him miss the company of his friends. Sure they were annoying and naïve, but they were still his family. At this point Harry would even take the Weasley bitch he had been engaged to for company. Well maybe that was stretching things a bit.
Up in till sixth year Harry had been fine with the girl's company, even enjoyed it, but then he did one of the stupidest mistakes of his life. He caved to the pressure being placed on him by Molly and started to date the bitch like the world had expected him too.
Everything went downhill from there.
She attached herself to Harry's arm like a leach and looked up with him with those naïve little doe eyes full of love and admiration. Harry had tried to show those feelings back for over a year, and it had made him sick to the stomach.
He had even managed to force himself to get down on one knee and propose to the whore. He thought that he would end up stuck in a life with her forever. Maybe that was one of the main causes to his epiphany.
His only regret when it came to the Weaslette was the fact that he never got the chance to tell her that he was 90% sure he was gay. He wouldn't have been able to buy her expression with all his gold in Gringotts.
Harry sighed heavily, griping his hair in his hand to the point that it caused his roots to scream out in protest. But the pain helped he come back from where he had lost himself in his mind and let him come back to the problem at hand.
What was he going to do with the rest of the food? He couldn't throw it out because then it would just go bad in the trash can, and since there is no trash man to take away the garbage he would either have to take away, or move to a different house.
He had no desire to do either of those things, so there was only one solution. He had to eat it all.
Harry lifted up the fork, wary about what he was about to do. But then something happened that made Harry think he really must have finally lost it.
The door opened.
QUESTION- top Harry or top Kai?
AN- So there it is. A cliffhanger.
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