Okay, let's get some basic info out of the way:

Full Summary: Harry Potter, older brother to the supposed BWL, disappeared at the tender age of four. After major abuse at the hands of his new family, Harry escaped them and grew up to be a powerful, psychopathic assassin. With no conscience, an angelic face (not just for no reason, just so you know) and intellect rivaling the two Lord's he's decided to play with, which side will he join? Or will he be on no one's side but his own? Watch as Harry juggles with his own terrifying past, irritating do-gooders, and a hunger for power that may just overshadow Voldemort's own. Will he succeed, or will our Harry face the same fate he's gifted so many others?

Disclaimer- Not going to repeat this because it's stupid and redundant. I don't own Harry Potter, otherwise I wouldn't live in a boring town in Ohio. I would be rich and wouldn't waste time on freaking fanfiction :) I only own this plotline, anything else is J.K Rowling's. Got it?

Warning: This story is rated M for a reason. I plan on incorporating some fucked up shit in this. Harry is a psychopath just so you know and won't fall in love with some Light person and turn good. That isn't what this story is about. Also, later, you'll learn about his childhood, which is SERIOUSLY messed up. There will be cursing, lots of gory death, torture, rape (Not Harry raping people just so you know) and some other fucked up stuff. If you can't read that, then ignore this story. I'm not going to tone down my writing because you can't handle it. No offense intended, I just don't want to be reported, 'aight?

Romance: Okay...not sure about pairings. I started out wanting this to be a Voldy/Harry fic, but I've started to think that gen might be the way to go. As I get more into the story, I might put up a poll on pairings. However, besides who Harry might/might not be with, all other one's are canon. Either way, romance will NOT be a main part to this story, and if I do have a part about it, it won't be fluffy and sweet. It'll be rough and pretty messed up. :) So no need to fear!

How long: I imagine that this story will go 15, maybe 16 chapters. I plan on writing a sequel- that's why this part won't be too long. The ending will come at a bad time.

Abandon?: I will NEVER abandon this story. No matter how long I take to update, it will never be abandoned. And if I ever lose myself in the story and don't know where to go, I will either tell you what I planned on making the ending or rewrite the whole thing. You can read this without being afraid I won't finish it.

IMPORTANT READ THIS *PRETEND I HAVE A DOWN ARROW HERE :D*

Update 6/15/15: I have majorly changed some information in this chapter. Make sure to reread it before you start on the new chapter.

Chapter 2

What Terrible Parents

We are who we are, they say. But from the moment we could understand what's happening, we realize, people never want you to be yourself- they just want to see the self that they want to see.

- Chad M. Lagiza

After taking care of business, Harry calming walked to his car and turned on the engine. It practically purred.

Harry could apparate, even though he was only 16, but he preferred driving. The feeling of being trapped reminded him of too many bad memories…

He drove down the streets at a speed much faster than the limit and went to his apartment. He lived on the richer side of town just because he never did like to live poorly. He was a man of comfort, after all.

After pulling into the back parking area and warding his car with notice-me-not charms and wards that didn't allow anyone to enter it besides himself, he walked up to his "home".

It wasn't huge, but it was very stylish, you could say. The walls were a royal purple embroidered with silver. The floor was covered in a dark wood with plush silver rugs littered in various places.

There was a kitchen, which had a more warm feeling to it. The floor was the same dark wood and the walls were a creamy color. He had regular appliances like a fridge, stove, coffee maker, etc. All very muggle.

Harry had always been a good cook, even though those skills had been wasted on the Dursley's. Now, he only treated himself.

In the back, down a short hallway, was his training room. It had many forms of exercise equipment and there was another door in that room leading to all his weapons. Of course that door was very carefully hidden and warded to the best of his ability. On the other side of that hallway was a small library where he kept all of his books. There was a desk where he could work and a small leather couch beside a large bay window where he sat to read.

His bedroom was teal and black. The bed was huge and had silk sheets. Harry was happy with his living quarters, even though that's all they were. His home had been gone for a very long time. However, he still liked the place because not only did it have everything he needed, but it was surrounded by muggles (not that he liked muggles, it's just that it's easier to obliviate them than wizards) and had the strongest wards he could create, which were very strong indeed. Since Harry could feel magic, a skill he had learned long ago, he had quickly learned what would take others years. It also helped that the one who taught him had been a Ward Master herself, but that's beside the point.

He took off all of his weapons and set them on the sink in his bathroom. He never went anywhere, even in his own home, without at least one gun and his wand. He slowly peeled off his black under armor turtleneck and cotton pants. His dragon hide boots came off with them.

He dragged one slender hand through his curly raven-black locks. He looked into the mirror, taking in the face that didn't quite fit him. Silky hair curled under his sharp jawline in what most would think an adorable way. Creamy white skin with not a blemish in sight, besides the fresh-looking scar that adorned his forehead. A small, straight nose and pink cupid's-bow lips made his face look even sweeter. He had the high cheekbones and hollowed cheeks that he knew most purebloods had, a trait adopted from his 'father'.

All of this together completely masked what hid underneath. He looked angelic, but Harry was anything but an angel.

Harry had always been happy with his appearance. Not that he cared if he was handsome or not, it was just easier to manipulate if you had a nice face. He was tall, a nice 5'11, but his lithe build just made him look small, innocent. Along with his perfect, child-like features, most wouldn't expect anything out of him.

No one suspected him to be an experienced killer with a psychopathic mind. All thought him harmless. Either way, Harry didn't really care. If his appearance helped him, then it was a tool that he was happy to have and take advantage of. Besides, it was oh so fun to watch someone's face change from confusion to absolute fear whenever he showed his true colors.

Harry grinned darkly, a grin that didn't fit his face at all, and went into the shower. It was quick and he walked to his bedroom. Tomorrow he had a meeting with someone named Lestrange. He had no idea what they wanted, and he could honestly say he didn't care.

Harry didn't really care about anything anymore. He just liked to kill, and kill he did.

Lily Potter was a nice woman.

Yes, she did have a missing son and had stopped looking for him some time ago.

And yes, she didn't constantly pine over him as a normal woman would do, but she still had another son to take care of. Why would she waste time worrying over the past?

Who was she kidding. Lily was the worst mother in the world.

For years her relationship with her husband had been strained. All because she had left her son by himself at the bookstore for one damn second. Everyone acted as if good parenting was something you were born with. That you just naturally knew what was right and wrong to do. She had called bullshit right away.

Taking care of one child, let alone two with one of them famous for god's sake...it was impossible. So impossible that some days she had thought she would break under the pressure. So in a moment of weakness she had left her Hair-Bear by himself.

Her sweet little 4 year old boy with his impossibly green eyes and messy black curls. With all the reporters around looking for a sneak peek at the Boy-Who-Lived, she had been about to lose it. All she wanted to do was get the new Charms book by Rachel Yorkshire that she had been dying to read for months, but James had been working on a job and all her other friends had children of their own to care for...so she had to bring both of her boys with her.

And her sweet perfect Harry, her wonderful baby boy, he had gripped her hand and taken Jason into his arms and smiled.

"Don't you worry mama. I'll take care of us."

And he had looked so sure and mature that she believed. She believed he'd be just fine on his own for one second. But one second had been one second too long. When she got back-she hadn't even paid for it just grabbed it off the damn bookshelf- little Jason was just sucking his thumb and Harry was no-where to be seen.

Just...gone.

She had screamed and shouted, scaring all those around her but she did NOT care. When she cleared the whole shop she checked outside, accusing all those around her of stealing one of the most precious gifts she had ever received. For how could anyone not guilty be going about their lives like nothing had happened? Her baby was missing. Everyone should be shouting and crying with her.

Vile thoughts rushed through her mind...of what could be happening to her precious and beautiful child, the worst fears of every parent and each second slowly picked away the pieces of her heart like vultures. Eventually there was nothing left and she went home. Fed Jason. Put him to bed. And when James came home she cried and screamed and hated herself more than ever because she knew-she KNEW they'd never find him. Even then she knew with those damn instincts everyone said that mother's naturally had.

Well. She had them.

But they had appeared one second too late.

Now though, she told herself she had let go. Together James and her had patched things up, and everyday she would look at her wonderful Jason, the most perfect son she could ever ask for, and she could feel herself healing from the loss she had suffered. And every year she would get better. Harry would become more of a dream than anything. But then the anniversary of his disappearance would come and all the patching she had done, the quilt of her heart, would unravel and burn and she would hate herself. She would hate herself because whatever happened to her Harry was her fault. And the looks James sent her that day and the few weeks after would only make the flames burn brighter and higher. And she knew she had messed up irreversibly. She knew it.

But today was not that day. Today thoughts of Harry were in the back of her mind, simmering on the stove, forgotten and just dying to boil over. And when James came up behind her and kissed her neck she actually reveled in the warmth his love provided. Like she fucking deserved comfort. And she thought that maybe she wasn't the worst woman in the world.

But hey, it was only a thought.

"Wotcher Prongs! How're Prongslet and his friends?" Sirius yelled while pulling his best friend into a bear hug.

Ever since that night when Voldemort marked Jason the two friends had become even closer, especially since both James and Lily had been so close to death.

"Fine Padfoot. Now what's with the meeting? I didn't think You-Know-Who had been doing anything lately."

"Yeah, he hasn't. But Snivellus heard that some of the Death Eaters are inviting another guy into the fold, supposedly a really powerful one. Since they'll all be in one place, we might be able to kill off- I mean capture some of the most powerful Inner Circle members all at once."

James's eyebrows crinkled with worry. "What about this new guy? Why is he so powerful?"

"We don't know, but I guess he hasn't chosen a side yet, so he might fight with us." James's eyes lightened at the thought.

If a bunch of those bastards went to a meeting just for one guy and the Light managed to get him, then they might have a chance to win without endangering Jason.

"Come on, there should be more information in the meeting. I, for one, am just excited to finally get a chance to take down dear Bellatrix."

Sirius's eyes were filled with sadistic glee. He playfully started rubbing his hands together like an evil genius.

"MWAHAHAHA!" James shoved him lightly and said, "Merlin Padfoot, people will start thinking you're psychotic."

"What if I am ickle James-y. What if I am." Sirius raised an eyebrow and dashed into the meeting room before James could shove him again.

He just shook his head lightly and grinned at his best friend's antics. Lily kissed her husband on the cheek, grinning as well. They both went inside the room, not knowing that this moment was when everything was set in motion.

Hope you guys like how I got rid of my Lily-bashing. Like, I have no idea why I wanted to be so mean to her. I think it was just me being lazy. If you see any issues or plot-holes please bring it up. I'm surprised no one commented on how mean I was to Lily before. Criticism is always approved of. Even flames. All good things make me uneasy. :D