Chapter 2: Lovegood

AN: This is the darkest chapter I have ever written. It involves a rape scene. There is a warning at the beginning of this scene, so skip it if you don't want to read about a preteen being violated.

Harry awoke on the morning of his 11th birthday to find a letter lying on his bedside table. It had been almost four months since Harry put his Uncle Vernon into a deep coma. His explosion had been accidental magic, and a nice man called Remus Lupin had come to the house to help "Clear up the mess."

He had been informed of what Vernon had been doing to Harry, and said that Vernon would not be coming out of his coma anytime soon. He had also informed Harry that he was famous. He said that he had ended Voldemort's reign of terror. He had been puzzled at this statement. Remus had shaken his head venomously, and muttered something about his uncle.

Petunia had explained that people in the wizarding world would always find them special. He knew that he had apparently killed the evil wizard who killed his parents, but he never thought he would be famous because of it!

Harry was taken out into the back garden of their house, still living there even after Vernon had been "vacated." Remus had arranged for him and Dudley to visit Diagon Alley, the wizarding version of the high street. He was excited, but didn't want to have to owe anyone money. He told Remus this, and Remus had looked at him in astonishment. He had then let out a howl of rage, and went inside to talk to Petunia. Harry was left holding the small wand that Remus had given him to practice with. He made sure no-one was around, and started trying to do magic. He tried the obvious, Abracadabra, Presto. Nothing worked. He then saw a small piece of paper sticking out of Remus cloak.

The paper unfolded easily, and the word "Sectumsempra." Coiled like a snake around the border. In the middle of the paper, there showed a hook nosed man slashing the air, and mouthing the words. Harry was so engrossed; he didn't notice the large teenager that lived next door standing behind him.

The boy, Paul, grabbed the piece of paper, looked at it, launched a kick at Harry and said "I'm telling on you, Freak!" Harry felt so afraid, and yet so angry. He looked from Paul to his wand, and back to paul. His ears pricked up, and it was almost as if there was a hissing voice in his ear.

"Do it... Sssectumssempra... show him he can't bully you anymore..." Harry decided to listen to the voice, and waved the wand at Paul, shouting the words. Paul laughed for about a second, and then stiffened up. His hands flew to his throat, a small trickle of red running through his finger like warm, sticky honey. He tried to say something, but found that the only word he could say, the only word he could throw out, was "Freak!" And he lay still.

Harry looked around, and saw a large pool of blood. He licked his lips. He was so hungry... He grabbed Paul's heavy carcass, and decided that there was no point crying over spilt milk. Or is it blood? He dragged the body into the trees, and began to drink.

Remus sighed. He understood why Petunia hadn't told Harry about his fortune, because if Vernon ever found out how much money Harry was worth, the boy would be poorer than Greece. He then sniffed the air. He smelled something, something familiar. He gasped, remembering Harry was still in the garden. With the spell! He cursed his foolishness, and slowed down to a walk. What he saw next, however, made him feel like his heart was being incinerated.

Harry wasn't even recognisable anymore. His eyes had turned from gentle green to harsh crimson. His face was painted in the blood of the boy lying on the floor. He snarled at Remus, who put his hands up as a show of surrender. Remus asked him what had happened, and the boy had replied, saying that he was attacked. He was only defending himself, and that was thirsty work. Remus stunned the boy, and cast a cleaning spell all around. He then cast a Fiendfire curse, and quickly cast an absorbing shield. The body inside was obliterated in less than a second.

He carried Harry back to the house, and put him on the bed. He explained to Petunia, pretending Harry had killed a badger, common at that time of year, and drunk from it. He left a snowy owl, which he called Hedwig, for Harry, should he need him. He bade Petunia farewell, and apparated onto the school grounds. He had a lot to tell Minerva...

Harry awoke the next morning on the bed of his new room. He felt almost contented, as if he had been holding something in for a long time, and had finally let it out. He walked downstairs, to find the neighbour, Mrs Power, crying in the kitchen. He looked at his aunt, who gave him a look that said "Not now."

He put on a coffee for his aunt and neighbour. He stirred the coffee quietly, and brought the cups along to the table. His aunt asked him if he had seen Paul in the last few days, and he almost choked on his coffee. He managed to keep a straight face, and replied in the negative. His neighbour then said that Paul was missing.

Harry felt the same flood of guilt as before, but didn't know the reason why. He had a fuzzy feeling in his head, and his memories of the previous day were a little blurred. It was almost like someone had altered his memories...

Meanwhile...

"I'm telling you, Minerva, he drunk from him!" Remus said.

"Impossible, Remus. The boy who lived a vampire! Such a silly idea!"

" I'll fucking prove it, Minerva!"

Remus lifted his wand to his head, and withdrew a silvery memory, then touched his wand to Minerva's head. She gasped at the feeling, then once more at what she saw. She couldn't believe it. Harry Potter a Vampire! She couldn't handle this information. She dropped to the floor in a dead faint.

Remus stood over the prone body of Minerva, and sighed. He knew this would happen. He just wanted someone to believe. He just wanted somebody to understand.

Malfoy Manor (Rape scene)

Lucius groaned, and thrust into the small girl lying in front of him. The girl couldn't be any older than eleven, but she was already a woman. In his mind, he had already worked it out. His seed would bear fruit, and, as he had no wish whatsoever to become a father, he would have both the lady and her child terminated by his trusted friend, Fenrir. He spat on the young, blonde face, and told her she did not live up to her name. Lovegood cried pitifully, nursing her swollen breasts.

"Maybe that will teach your precious daddy not to spread slander about the dark lord."

He then switched off the recording device, and gave it to his Great-Horned owl, Lucifer. He gave him the address, and told the avian not to wait for a reply. He then made a portkey out of the shredded clothing of the girl, threw it onto her young body. She disappeared in a flash. Lucius pulled up his robes, and strutted out of the room. Ah, the perks of being a death eater.

Back to Harry...

Harry awoke on the last day of August, stretched, and stepped out of his room in the Leaky Cauldron. He was already ready for the coming school year, and he only had one thing to get. A wand. He had met a boy, who had become fast friends with him and Birdman. Draco Malfoy had told them about a place in Knockturn Alley where you could get a stronger wand. He and Birdman were heading there today.

Harry stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron, and headed to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. The kindly middle aged man gave him and his friends free ice creams, saying it was the least he could do. He said Voldemort had killed his wife and unborn child, so he had thrown himself into his work after The Dark Lord was gone. He had no regrets. No distractions. He loved to see the children happy at his store, but it also reminded him of what he would never have.

In his distracted state, he didn't notice a small blonde girl running towards him. They collided, and the girl fell. She cried out in pain for a second, then shook herself, drew out a practice wand, similar to Harry's, pointed it at her left ring finger and muttered "Episky." She then turned to Harry, and fixed his glasses.

"Thanks. Sorry about running into you. Are you ok?"

"Yes. Sorry." Said the girl.

"I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Potter. "

"Hi, Harry Potter. I'm Luna Lovegood."

Harry was shocked, for several reasons. One, everyone who had been introduced to him so far had been ecstatic to meet him, and she didn't even look surprised. And two, he had heard of Xenophilius Lovegood, but he had no idea his daughter was so, so pretty! She was drop dead beautiful!

"Look, Luna,I really am sorry. Can I make it up to you with an ice cream?"

She blushed, and murmured a quick "Ok."

Luna's POV

She was running to the wand shop in Knockturn alley, where seven generations of Lovegood children had purchased their first wand. She was so engrossed in humming Beethoven and fixing her Dirigible Plum earrings that she didn't notice the boy walking towards her.

Her head shot up, and her hands stretched out to try and cushion her fall. She fell flat on her bum, and cried out. Her finger had snapped. She took a second to compose herself, then pulled out her practice wand, and repaired her broken appendage. She then noticed the boy was flat on his arse, fumbling around for the lens that had popped out of his too- small glasses. She cast a fast-fix spell, and his glasses were good as new.

He thanked her and apologised. He shouldn't have to apologise, she thought, it was my fault. He then looked at her, and with a meek smile on his face, introduced himself. She stopped herself from gasping. He was the most famous wizard in recent years1 And he was talking to her! She introduced herself, and stopped herself from gushing. She had always dreamed of the day she met Harry Potter, and he was even cuter than she had imagined. He then said something that almost made her faint. He asked her to go for an ice-cream! She quickly agreed, and set off with him. Life was getting better...

Dumbledore's Office.

Dumbledore smiled to himself, and chuckled. He had paid the Weasley family a million Galleons from Harry Potter's vault, and asked Molly and her children to accept Harry as a "friend." He had been taking money out of Harry's vault ever since the boy turned four. He had spent over eight million galleons on his Order of the Phoenix, and a lot more on himself. He had been watching the boy for some time, and had decided to begin moulding him, testing him. He would be the perfect weapon against those who opposed him. The next Dark Lord of Britain...

AN2: Read and review. I hope you liked it. I didn't enjoy writing the rape scene, but unfortunately there will be much, much darker scenes. Drop me a review, as they are all read, appreciated and answered.