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The username's Ezekyle Aurellian. I am a longtime reader and first-time writer. Although I have written many stories and articles in the past, this will be my first major project ever. This story is me trying to put a new spin on the genre of dark Harry fics. I have noticed that a lot of other stories have started to repeat story trends more than memes repeating themselves on imgur and 4chan. So, this is my humble attempt to provide folks with a new perspective. The story is not a crossover but is inspired by and contains elements from Warhammer 40k, Warhammer Fantasy, and LoveCraft Mythos. Now enough about me, onto the story! Read, review, and provide CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! Thanks!
Chapter 2: Of Dursleys 's and Audacity
He never hated the Dursleys s.
No no. Hate is such a small word. It doesn't properly convey the rhetoric or the emotion behind one's feelings.
No no
Nein!
Harry Potter absolutely despised them. If the Dursleys one day bowed at his feet begging for forgiveness, offered him all the gold in the world, the most beautiful virgin men and women, and the one true answer to question of life, he'd still spit in their faces and set them on fire. However, the void itself would die in its heat death before the Dursleys s offered him a place at their dinner table, much less offering him the keys to the kingdom.
He spat out last lingering embers of a bitter taste from his mouth, as he held his bruised and brooded in the dark. It wasn't that Dursleys 's physical or emotional abused that made Harry hate them with such passion. No No, it was their sheer fucking ignorance. The Dursleys were the kind of people who wore their ignorance on their shoulders with pride akin to a boxer wearing his belts. Time and time again Harry bought them guidance. He bought them wisdom to illuminate them. To make them more of what they'd ever become.
They didn't even bother to listen. Much less contemplate his efforts. They beat him in turn. No punches were ever pulled. All manner of abuse from belting, starving, insults, and even the occasional, rare bribe. Yet he never broke. Harry always found it ironic that despite their sanctimonious church ways, they never recognized the appeal to the spirit of Jesus Christo Harry often channeled in his preaching. However, he wasn't nailed to cross by the Dursleys, so Harry conceded it could be attributed to Dursleys minuscule plus points.
The pain in his body ebbed away with each breath that Harry took. The Dursleys 's had reacted viciously to Harry's attempt to do things. He knew from the "concealed" worried looks that Petunia gave him while he worked on his chores that there was more to his life than he was taught. He tried to "preach" to Dursleys s about his findings yet was brutally put down every time. Once he only used words to demand to know what was wrong with him. He was ignored. So, he got more radical. He once, nose bloody and capillaries popping, levitated stones from the ground. Little Dudders had seen the whole thing and squealed to his blue whale of a father. The "retribution" had been unmerciful. This time around, Harry had gotten out of his "apartment" beneath the stairs, somehow bypassing the locks, and making it to the fridge before he was busted. The punishment had been unholy leading to his current dilemma.
However, he was anything but cowed. The more the Dursleys s tried to put him down, his flame imperishable roared back louder in defiance. The Dursleys were left blank every time at the boy's sheer audacity.
"Why couldn't he just be normal?!"- Petunia moaned frequently.
Little did Harry know that the coming hour would be his salvation at last.
His body now healed, miraculously. Harry once more focused. He gasped, trying to grasp into the immaterium, unknown to him, to that fleeting feeling of great ocean of power. Yet all he managed was a meager cup. For his purposed now, it was enough. The lock popped open and door sprang clean. The orchestra of the great ocean of power grew louder and clearer every day. And today it was symphony unlike any other. The animal within Harry sniffed at the air and knew change was abound in the air. With all his guile mastered day after day of sneaking about Dursley's he moved up the stairs. He could hear yelling and liberal use of the word freak. Harry's suspicions were confirmed, they were discussing him. He pressed his ear to the master bedroom's door,
"I should've never taken that damnable freak into this honest HOUSEHOLD!" roared Vernon. Taking a deep breath, he continued in a tense fast paced voice,
"All I ever did was for my family. I was a good Christian. I uphold our moral values, and this is my REWARD?!" Punctuating each word with a fist smashing on the door,
"A damnable freak loafing on my hard-earned pennies?! Un-fucking-believable!"
The silence that followed was deafening. A thin ready woman sobbed uncontrollably before taking a shot of whiskey and replying,
"But look Vernon! The freak's people will be contacting him today and hopefully taking him away! He will stay with them for most the year and be here for the summers!" Bringing her tremors to control, Veron interrupted,
"I would rather prefer it that they take the whole lot of him away forever!"
"This is our lot in life right now Vernon. Think of what the neighbors would say if the freak started to blabber to them!"
This caused Vernon to pale and peered owlishly outside his nearest window, ensuring that no neighbor was overhearing his argument.
"All right all right woman, you've made your point. The letter arrives today you say? Good!"
Holding up two absolute meat rocks of a hand, Vernon snarled,
"As soon as the boy turns 1 & 6 Petunia, he is out of this house!"
"And I will be the first to help you out Vernon. But right now we need to think this through smartly."
Taking a shaky breath, Petunia continued,
"The old headmaster still pours significant sum into our pension plan. Just a few more years sweety. You still want that beach house, don't you? Just a few more years Vernon, and all that we could've ever wanted will be in our grasp."
This seemed to cool down Vernon. Nodding his head, he headed towards to door. Harry had already bailed by the time he heard the word beach house.
As he retreated into the shadow of the cupboard, the questions in his head kept rattling,
"Just what the devil is going on", Harry wondered.
"Payment, headmaster, magic? None of it made sense to him. Was somebody paying the Dursley to keep him here?!"
His mind came to a screeching halt. He was being held hostage!
The boy finally awakens
A voice whispered in Harry's head.
"Who's there" Harry reflexively fired back.
Despite his harsh upbringing forcing him to own up to roles far beyond his age, he still was 11. His heart racing, Harry once more whispered,
"Who's there?"
He could hear the faint sounds of a dozen birds flapping their wings. Harry officially felt bewildered, there were no trees, cages, or birds much less nearby. Yet he could hear their sound as if he were in the amazon itself.
The voice whispered once again, this time in the form of a cheery girl
8 & 9 align themselves. The Architect & Hedonist align themselves.
Happy days, Say days, Jolly days, All days abound us!
All marching to the true tune once again
To the tune of the primordial again!
Harry couldn't help but cringe, the "poems" verses didn't rhyme and neither did the sound of it. The girls tone became higher pitched as she neared the end of her verses.
CRACK
Harry heard a terrible roar echo in his head as a bright crimson line diagonally drew itself in front of his door. The door cut in two pieces and the path was once again open to him.
Harry desperately swung his arms in the darkness in front of him. His head pounded, and his eyes had tears in them. He limped outside and tried to balance himself on the walls. Unable to see clearly, Harry stumbled onto something large and fell face first onto a pile of papers.
His vision starting to clear, Harry opened his grunted and gazed around to see where he was.
Harry James Potter
13th Privet Drive
The words written in an elaborate hand writing on a fancy page stared back at him. The seal on the letter was unique although Harry failed in identifying the creatures present. They seemed from myths and legends he had read about once in a Greek mythology book.
Quickly opening the letter in his excitement. Gods knew he never received any and this seemed to fill him with a great thrill.
The letter read,
"Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July."
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry mind went blank. Magic. Witchcraft. Wizardry. It was all real. IT WAS ALL BLOODY REAL!
Harry was ecstatic! Finally! At long last, vindication was real. He knew there was more to his life than abusive and boring sub urban living and now his ambitions can finally become reality.
"DURSLEY MY BOY! WHAT HAPPENED?!"
Vernon the land whale brushed past him straight to his son…. Who lay bleeding like. One of the shards from the breaking of the door and lodged itself into his arm. The boy had gone into shock and prompty fainted. Vernon lay cuddling him all the while furiously whispering again and again,
"what happened my boy? What happened?"
Vernon glanced up, to a dust covered Harry with a stupid grin holding what distinctly look liked funny business Petunia had warned him about.
Huffing great volumes of air, Vernon roared with all his might,
"BOY!"
All the while rolling up his sleeve. Meanwhile Harry suddenly realized just what was happening.
While He may not have hated the Dursleys, he very well was afraid of one right now.
All the while a maniacal laughter echoed in his brain.
The hour was painful.
Another voice, this time a professor like whispered snidely into his ear,
Truly he cares not where the blood flowed from, as long as it flows.