A/N: Since I'm probably a little (a lot) insane, here's a new chapter only hours after the first! Hope you're all liking this odd tale so far and thank you so much for your lovely reviews! They feed my muse and help me make these crazy characters come to life.

And now…

Onwards…


Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling


In which Harry decides to claim the castle as his own

It had been almost a month since he had been uprooted from his small but beloved cupboard and taken to a stone castle surrounded by nothing but the vast ocean, and he was absolutely positive that he was in love. For the first time in his short life he had his very own room!

Sure the walls oozed weird green slime, and the front of his room had bars on it, and yeah, his window wasn't really a window as much as just a hole in the wall with metal bars crissed crossed upon it, but it was all his! For once in his life he had something that belonged only to him. He had a small chamber pot that seemed to magically disappear his waste after each use (or anything else he put in there), and he was now even the proud owner of a rickety old chair that he had affectionally named Paul. Not to mention he even had his very own bed now, a bed that came with a full length blanket on it and even… his very own pillow. To Harry, he was in heaven. Had he known all he had to do in order to leave the Dursley's was talk to snakes around them, he would have done it years ago.

Though the biggest novelty of his new living arrangements had to be that he no longer had to work in order to earn his keep. At the Dursley's he was forced to do numerous chores since the moment he could walk in order to be fed and watered, that is if he hadn't angered them that day or if they were feeling unusually generous. Should he make even one small mistake or should his relatives be irritable that day, he simply wouldn't be fed, no questions about it. Here he could scream or act out and no one would care, he would still get three meals a day no matter what. It was mind blowing in his opinion, at first he didn't know what to do with all the food that had suddenly been offered to him, but quickly ended up giving his extra portions to a few rats and mice that would visit him in return for some gossip that they happened to overhear.

Apparently a mouse named Margret had recently taken on two husbands, both of whom were her siblings! It had greatly disappointed her father who had been hoping she would marry the nice sea rat from near the coast, being that he always knew where to find the best bits of food on the island.

His new furry friends were a great form of entertainment, and could keep him up for hours simply talking and laughing about all the strange and silly things they would get up to in the castle. And while he missed his scaly friends, and hoped that the snakes were alright and catching plenty of mice (no offense to the ones he happened to be well acquainted with) he couldn't deny the fact that he was finally happy right where he was.

While the screams he kept hearing had been odd and concerning during the first few days in his new home, they had quickly become background noise to him. He had even made a game of sorts for them, and would play it whenever he lost interest in the latest gossip or simply wanted a change of pace. Each scream had a different tone and emotion in it, most were fearful, a few filled with rage, then there were the ones screaming from sorrow or even boredom, as such he had quickly assigned each voice a name to go along with whatever was bothering them that day. He had even kept up a tally on who seemed to scream the most. So far Eric was winning with his impressive show of lung capacity. His screams were long and he barely took any breaks between them. Each tortured cry that ripped from his mouth was filled with immense sorrow. Harry, in all his wisdom had quickly deduced why the man was so woeful all the time (especially right when Harry was trying to sleep.)

The poor man kept having his pudding stolen.

Harry could honestly understand where he was coming from. Before coming to the castle, he had never even been allowed pudding, so to have it stolen constantly must be utterly heart wrenching for the poor man. Hopefully his guards would share some of their pudding with him, as long as he asked nicely, preferably without screaming at them.

He was rather fond of his own guards after all. They always seemed so cold and sad when they came by, giving him the impression that they didn't take good care of themselves. They would stop in twice a day to check up on him and sometimes they would even smile at him or give him a small wave when they passed by. So far he already had two favorites that he had quickly decided would be part of his inner circle when he finally came into all his demonic abilities and took over the world.

One of them was an odd old man with a pair of lovely blue eyes. One of his eyes was significantly larger then the other and had a habit of roving about all over the place. He had numerous scars all over his body and even a wooden leg, which Harry thought was quite impressive. Secretly he wondered if the man was a pirate, but felt like it was far too soon in their relationship to ask such a personal question. Harry knew the moment he saw the older gentleman that he had to have him as his minion, or follower, whatever the man preferred. He looked just like the villains in Dudley's movies and even had a lovely gruff voice, perfect for deranged laughter and evil monologues. The man would always make the effort to stop by Harry's room, and even ruffle his hair a bit, much to Harry's shock. Normally no one liked touching him, thinking that his freakiness would rub off on him, but this man would touch him willingly, without care to the consequences.

He just had to have the man as his follower, it was already a given. He would always ask Harry numerous questions, mostly about his home life at the Dursley's, if he liked his bed, or how the food was that day. Harry was initially a tad confused on all the questions, but quickly decided that if it got this evil man on his side, he would answer them all to the best of his abilities. Ever since that first meeting his guard would come by daily to visit, even if he didn't have a shift that day. He would mention all the dark wizards he had caught and all the battles he had fought in (which sold Harry on the idea of having this man work for him even more, he was positive that he could make his guard truly evil with enough effort) and each day before he left he would shout out a funny little phrase before giving Harry an odd chocolate treat that liked to run away from him. (He had previously lost several of them when he had first assumed them to be undercover amphibians that worked against the men in dresses.)

His second favorite guard was incredibly young still, as apparently working in the castle was the first job the man had ever had. Harry easily took this to mean that it would be extremely easy to convince the young guard to join him on his quest for world domination. He had beautiful coffee coloured skin and always smelled of herbs and spices. At first, he never seemed to know what to do around Harry. He would either walk by quickly or try his best not to look at him. Then slowly but surely he would pause by Harry's room with a rather distraught expression on his strong features. Harry would always stay quiet and simply offer him a hesitant smile. He didn't want to push the man too soon after all, Rome wasn't built in a day and he was curious on why the man always acted so oddly around him.

Finally one day, all his patience finally paid off. The young guard came to his room and out of his cloak pulled out to Harry's amazement a colouring book and even a box of crayons (to Harry's evil delight it came with over fifty colours and a sharpener, not even Dudley's crayons were that brilliant.) Harry's eyes had practically lit up in excitement at the gift, besides the candy his pirate guard would give him; he had never owned anything physical that was solely his. He had thanked his guard ecstatically and mentally moved him up as his absolute favorite follower before quickly opening up the colouring book, just to frown at the pictures inside.

They moved.

How on earth was he supposed to colour in moving pictures?

He had just started learning how to colour in the lines when he had left the Dursley's!

At first he felt awkward questioning his new favorite about the odd colouring book, especially as the man had seemed so happy and touched that Harry had accepted his gift, but it was impossible to colour anything in! All the rabbits and strange creatures kept running away from him whenever he tried. Finally sucking in his pride at not being able to show his amazing prowess through his magnificent colouring skills (which had at one point even earned him a gold sticker), he shyly asked his favorite why the pictures were moving, and if he could make them stop.

He had never seen someone's face fall so quickly, one moment his eyes were shining with heartfelt joy and a large smile was on his lips; the next his eyes seemed to dull and fill with such overwhelming sadness as his lips fell into a miserable frown. He felt embarrassed at the fact that he had disappointed the man, but also worried. It couldn't be healthy for ones emotions to change so quickly, perhaps he was bipolar? He mentally noted that once he took over the world to make his poor favorite see a therapist, he didn't want the man to be singing in joy one moment just to try hoping off a bridge to his watery doom the next.

Finally after a long moment of both of them merely staring at the other, Harry with growing concern for his favorite's mental wellbeing while the poor guard stared back with an unhealthy amount of sorrow they finally broke off their staring contest. His young guard forced a smile onto his lips and showed Harry how to use the colouring book, which he had to admit, was the most fantastical thing he had ever seen once he got the hang of it. He spent the next few hours laughing and playing with the book, while keeping a firm eye on his guards rapidly changing expressions. By the time his guard left for the day there seemed to be a new determination in his eyes, Harry could only hope it meant he was finally ready to make an appointment to discuss his emotional troubles and as such wished him all the luck in the world.

When Harry had first been taken to this strange castle, he had been rather unsure of himself. His whole life had been a lie after all. He had grown up believing he was simply a freak created unnaturally by some poor helpless drug addicted normals, while in actually his father had been a highly feared demon that caused others to faint at his mere mention and might have even been a Dark Lord (he still wasn't too sure on that part.) Harry hadn't even known at that point that he was evil, sure he had the odd daydream or two of making the Dursley's into various foods and serving them to the hungry, especially Dudley and Vernon, he was sure that those two could keep others fed for months, maybe even years if he stretched out the portions correctly. He had been so sure that everyone had such thoughts every now and then that he never bothered to question them.

But now… he knew the truth. He was true evil, a demon offspring meant to make the world bow in terror! He had to give the men in dresses props for catching him so quickly, he would have taken years to figure out his life goals without their help, but he knew in his heart that they were right. He had to make his demon father proud of him, and what better way to earn his father's praise then by continuing his life's work? Sure it would be difficult, and he was still working on gathering followers but he was sure that he could succeed in his dastardly plans. After all, he already had two followers that he was sure would join him soon enough; he knew that given time he would gain more until he had the world in the palm of his hand.

As Harry sat alone in his large room, a beaming smile started to appear on his lips. He had decided, this would be his castle, sure it needed a little work, as it was pretty dark and gloomy and he still had no clue what the weird liquid oozing out of the walls were, but he knew he could work with it. After all this… this was his beginning! His whole life had changed in this wondrous place, the place where he found his first followers, where he was able to eat pudding for the first time; he had even been given his first gifts here. Besides, every evil villain needs an evil lair and what better then a dark castle surrounded by an actual ocean? It could be his fortress, he would first take control of the castle, and then… the world!

Harry smiled and moved to relax on his bed.

For the first time since he could remember, he was finally home.


A/N: I hope everyone has enjoyed this new chapter, and rather odd cast. Azkaban will be a bit different with Harry now in it, and I can only hope you all enjoy where it goes. Once again thank you for your lovely reviews and please do leave a another if you've enjoyed the chapter? They never fail to bring a smile to my lips and fill me with motivation to right more. Thank you again and I hope you all enjoyed the latest installment!

Till next time…