K, here's chapter 2, hope you guys enjoy. And also, for those wondering as to why I didn't do a Darkness/Harrypotter crossoever, it's because there are other elements from other stories that are just as important, and other then the darkness itself, I'm not adding much from that universe so it's still just a harry potter story.
Also, someone commented on the level of evil in this story so let me clarify. Rape will never be shown, but will be implied in the story, whether it's connected to an actual character or mentioned in passing, it is acknowledged as a thing that happens. There will be a lot of bad language. There will be a lot of gore. There will be torture, both physical and mental, and there will deaths of characters. So please understand this going forward, this will be an evil story. Broken Angel is dark and I can get gritty with the details but I plan on going full out for this one, so please understand that going forward, and I would like to pose a question for you guys, would you like warnings at the beginning of the chapter, or no warnings at all?
'Warnings: Gore, Language, Adult situations.
Fear the Coming Darkness
Chapter 2: Coming Home
One week. It took one week for Harry to make it back to Privet Drive. It wasn't like he was far away or anything he just chose to take his time getting there, so that he could plan out the murder that was about to occur.
Not once did it ever occur to him that anything was really odd. The pain he had endured, literally burning alive, had shattered his sense of self, and what remained was someone knew. He was made of the parts of the old Harry Potter, but he didn't think the same, not at all.
During the week he learned more about his new powers. First and foremost, was the Darkness itself. It was some kind of entity and held great power over darkness and shadow. During day time, Harry found that he had minor increases in his strength, speed, and stamina, though at night or in the shadows his powers multiplied exponentially.
He found that he was strong enough to lift a full grown man off the ground with one hand. He was fast enough that his movements became like a blur to a normal person. He could regenerate injuries nearly instantly. And he also was able access the powers of the Darkness itself.
These powers included the ability to heal rapidly in shadows, as well as draw in darkness itself to fuel his magic. He could use the tentacles and serpent heads for various things, like he could use them for offense in attacking his foes. He could use them as scouts, as he could see through the eyes of the serpents when he focused. And he held abilities in the shadows like the manipulation of darkness itself to attack his foes. His magical core also increased in strength. During the day time, it was almost half again as strong as it had been before, but when the sun went down, or when he was in dark enough shadows, The Darkness would awaken and his core would swell near infinitely. It seems the serpents could drink in literal shadows and turn it into magic for him, so in the shadows, Harry's magic was near limitless as there didn't seem to be a limit to how much darkness they could drain, and darkness wasn't exactly something that you could run out of.
Harry learned all of these skills as he was traveling home. The Darkness was a quiet entity for most of the day, but once night fell it awoke and held great desire for blood and carnage. Harry found it to be an odd creature, it didn't seem to want senseless slaughter even if it said it did, as whenever Harry was in a crowd it would comment about the sheep of the world and how pathetic they were. No, the darkness wanted death and destruction, but it more so wanted the death of the wicked as it seemed to earn great satisfaction from their slaughter. Harry guessed the creature devoured their souls or something like that because otherwise it didn't make much sense as to why it cared who lived and died.
It was obvious to Harry that this thing was some sort of Demon, and it had come from Voldemort. Over the course of the week Harry spent time going over Voldemort's memories. He could see everything so clearly through the man's eyes it was almost like he was there.
It didn't take long to discover the Horcrux, and just how Voldemort had gained his 'immortality'. It seems that Voldemort was the original host to The Darkness, but when he created the first Horcrux, it cast the Darkness aside as well and splintered it's power, along with in consciousness. Apparently, Voldemort still held much of it's power but he couldn't use it without the Darkness being within him. Harry had absorbed The Darkness when he destroyed the first Horcrux back in second year, and he also made the guess that his scar held another Horcux as that would explain why he was able to view all of Voldemort's life up until his defeat all those years ago.
Things were coming so clearly to Harry now, it was almost like he was smarter. He always knew he was smart and he always held back in class so that Ron wouldn't be jealous and Hermione would have something to call her own. She didn't have many friends so on top of being her first real friend, Harry held back in class so that she could be the smartest person in the room.
Yet even still, Harry felt smarter, or at least his mind felt more organized. Going back through everything, Harry was able to piece together what had happened. When he was dying, his magic reached out and grabbed hold of Voldemort's soul shard. It began to absorb it, and when it did, The Darkness chose to hop from Voldemort's soul into Harry's. It's presence was probably what allowed his increase in memory recall as he might have been tapping into it's memory, or perhaps it was subconsciously aiding him in remembering things.
So with his increase in memory recall and the strengthening of his magical core, Harry was able to go over Voldemort's memories and start learning from them. It's not like he immediately gained all of Voldemort's powers but he did gain all of his memories and Harry now knew how to obtain them.
He currently didn't have a wand so he stuck to learning skills that he didn't need a wand in order to perform. Skill like Occlumency to help organize his mind and provide additional mental defenses in case The Darkness wasn't enough or didn't provide any. Other skills he started to learn were Parselmagic, apparition, Arithmacy, Runes, and Rituals. Voldemort was a studious kid when he was at Hogwarts and that benefited Harry now. He spent his days going through Voldemort's memories, and spent his nights learning to use his newfound powers.
It was on the third day that Harry came up with his plan for the Dursley's. He knew his Uncle had a business trip coming up which gave Harry the perfect cover for what he had planned.
It was late at night when Harry made it to Privet Drive. He spotted Aunt Marge's car out front and that filled his mind with even more murderous thoughts. He found himself grinning like a beast as he used one of the darkness tentacles to slide under the door and unlock it. He entered into the house he had lived in his whole life and glanced around. His first destination was the attic to check to see if his trunk was still there. He doubted it, but he still held out hope that it would be there and contain a few precious artifacts that he cherished.
Up there, he found it. His trunk still sat there, as if it hadn't been touched. This made Harry smile, and he quickly checked to see if it still held his stuff. To his amazement, it did. Vernon must have been too lazy to come up here and destroy it when he got back home. Harry found the album Hagrid had made for him with pictures of his parents. He found his Firebolt from Sirius. And he found the Cloak of Invisibility.
As soon as Herry's fingers touched the cloth he heard The Darkness whisper something.
"Death..." Was clearly audible to Harry, whom wasn't exactly sure what it had meant by that. He pondered it for a moment before shaking his head and throwing on his cloak. As much as he wanted to slaughter the Dursley's right then, Harry refrained from it and quickly departed the house with his Cloak of Invisibility. He quickly called the Night bus, and used the few Galleons he had access to, to pay for a trip to the Leaky Cauldron.
Once there, Harry remained hidden under his cloak and waited by the entrance to Diagon Alley for someone to enter. When they did, he slipped in after them.
Harry then made his way to Knockturn Alley. Once there, he used Voldemort's memories to track down a local and infamous wand maker.
Harry entered into the shop and found a tired looking man, sitting behind the counter. It was late at night, but most businesses in Knockturn stayed open all night to help special 'customers' find what they needed.
Harry quickly scanned the room and spotted a wall with a large number of wands on it. It wasn't nearly as many as what was at Ollivanders but it was still a decent amount.
The man behind the desk glanced around looking for whomever had opened the door. Seeing nothing, he moved from behind the counter and walked over to the door, to inspect it and see if it had been blown open.
Meanwhile, Harry, still under his cloak, ran his hands over the various wands searching out for the one that responded best to him. He didn't need it to be perfect, he just needed one that would work.
"What the bloody hell could that have been?" The shop owner muttered as he glanced around his store again.
It only took a few more moments for Harry to find a wand that seemed to respond to him. Picking it up, he turned to the shop owner whom noticed one of his wands starting to float.
Harry glanced at the man from under his cloak, then made a motion and sent a stunner at the poor bastard. The man was unable to dodge and quickly fell to the ground, unconscious.
Harry quickly summoned forth The Darkness and had it restrain the man, Harry then dove into Voldemort's memories and began to learn a particular spell. He spent the better part of an hour learning how to perform the spell from Voldemort's own memories, and when he thought that he finally had it down, he Enervated the shop owner.
"Wha… What the fuck!" He shouted as he spotted Harry standing over him with the Darkness emanating from his back. All of the lights in the shop had been put out and Harry's eyes now glowed a bright eerie, killing curse green.
"Imperio." Harry intoned and the spell jumped from his wand and hit the shot keeper.
Harry saw the man's eyes glaze over and he smiled in satisfaction. The Darkness also let out a chuckle of approval at what it was seeing.
"According to my memories, you're the guy who makes wands for Death Eaters. In a way, you're the one who helped them rape, pillage, and murder countless people. I want you to take a candle stick, light it, then set fire to your whole shop. Keep setting fire to it until there's no way for you to safely get out, then I want you to sit in the center of your shop and wait." Harry ordered and the man nodded. He quickly rose to his feet found a candle stick, lit it and started setting things on fire.
Harry smirked, threw on his cloak, and walked out of the shop. He waited around for a few minutes to make sure that no one else entered the shop, and after about five minutes he could see smoke filling the store and fire starting to block out the windows.
With a grin, Harry Apparated back to the entrance to Diagon Alley and passed through it, when someone tried to enter. He was quite pleased with himself, for being able to perform the ability so quickly. He still had much to learn, and he wouldn't try it for long range, but he could easily perform short range Apparition if he needed to.
He quickly called the Night bus and returned to Privet Drive. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon so Harry went and found a safe secluded place under one of the roads nearby. There he sat in the shadows and waited.
He used that time to study more of his magic and practice under his Cloak of Invisibility. He used Voldemort's memories to learn and relearn all of the spells he had learned at Hogwarts as well as began to study some of the Dark Arts, which he found he had a very easy time learning.
It was around midday when Harry spotted Dudley and his gang at the nearby park harassing some kids.
With a devilish smirk, Harry rose to his feet, and placed a glamour on himself to make him look like a sexy twenty year old woman in skimpy clothes.
He stood at the edge of the overpass and sharply whistled, drawing the attention of Dudley's crew. The three boys glanced over, and their eyes widened when they saw the hot blonde grinning at them. Harry was still wearing his burned clothing though the glamour made it look like he was wearing little more then a tanktop and a mini-skirt.
Harry in woman form, made a seductive gesture for them to follow her, and he vanished back into the shadows.
A few moments later, the three boys appeared at the entrance to the darkened tunnel under the road. They approached the sexy looking woman with lust filled eyes. Harry smirked widely and allowed the Glamour to fade. All three boys reeled back in surprise, but before any of them could say anything, Harry hit each one with the Imperious Curse.
"Listen up Duddle's go back to your house, and get Vernon and Marge to come out here." Harry ordered. Dudley nodded and wandered off. A few minutes later, he reappeared with Vernon and Marge following, both looking to be tired from the short walk over here.
"What the blasted hell is going on Dudley?" Vernon asked with a huff.
"Hello Uncle." Harry stated with a smile, causing Vernon to lock eyes with him and reel back in disbelief.
"That's… That's not possible." He stated with a shake of his head.
"Oh you'll find it's very possible. You tried to kill me you fucking bastard. You killed Hedwig. It's times like these that I'm really happy that certain curses leave people fully aware of what they're doing." Harry stated as she revealed his new wand, causing Vernon's eyes to widen in horror while Marge just glared at Harry wondering what was going on and why the hooligan looked like he'd just walked out of an inferno.
"Imperio." Harry stated as he hit both of them with the curse.
"Return to Private Drive and go about your normal business. Tonight, after Aunt Petunia falls asleep, there is something I want you whales to do." Harry stated with a manic grin and the Darkness cackled in agreement with what was about to happen.
Using his Cloak, he quickly returned home, and waited in his old room. He could hear the Dursley's going about their business and once or twice he heard his aunt mention something about how oddly they were all acting.
Harry just smiled and returned to practicing his spell work under his cloak. He was so happy to not have a trace on this wand so he could use magic whenever he wanted. It made things so much easier.
A few hours went by and Harry heard the Dursley's go to sleep. He sat in his room for about twenty minutes when he heard movement in the house. With a smile he envisioned Dudley sneaking down stairs and opening the door for his two friends. He saw them sneaking up to Vernon and Petunia's room along with Marge and the four would enter and stand with Vernon around the Sleeping Petunia.
Harry felt his body tremble in joy with what was about to happen. In his mind, this was well earned by all parties involved. The Dursley's were abusive, neglectful, and Harry had no doubts in his mind that Petunia was well aware of what Vernon had done to Harry. Aunt Marge was a wretch, a horrible monster that let her dog bite Harry all the time, and she would just laugh at him. Dudley and his gang had done terrible things to the people of the neighborhood, even going so far as to attack children, at one point about a year ago, they even stole a ten year old girl's shirt and made her run home without it. If Harry hadn't been nearby to see it happen, that poor child would have had to walk nearly three blocks to make it back to her house. Harry had ended up giving her his shirt and walking her home. The young girl was beyond embarrassed and completely mortified by what happened. So much so that she never ended up telling anyone, only ever returning Harry's shirt to him a few days later.
With a dark chuckle, Harry left his room and entered into Vernon and Pentunia's. Just as he had imagined it, he found Vernon, Dudley, Marge and Dudley's gang, standing around Petunia's bed. Dudley was holding a baseball bat and Vernon held his Shotgun in the other.
After a few quiet moments, Dudley's gang jumped on the bed, startling Petunia awake. The two boys pinned her arms to the bed, while Marge pinned her legs down.
"What the hell! Vernon whats…! You!" Petunia started to scream but stopped when she noticed Harry standing at the corner of her bed.
"Hello auntie. Surprised to see me back from the dead?" Harry inquired, his eyes glowing and unholy green, that terrified Petunia to her very soul.
"How are you alive? Vernon assured me that…. No… I'm sorry. I don't know what you've done to them but please… just let me go, Harry, and we'll forget all about this." Petunia tried to bargain when she noticed Dudley holding a baseball bat and Vernon, a shotgun.
All of her assailants had the same milky glaze to their eyes, almost like they were stoned off their asses.
"See, I might be inclined to buy that if fatso over here didn't get Hedwig killed." Harry replied with a shake of his head.
"Please Harry. I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new bird, a beautiful bird, and you don't have to do chores anymore… Would you like that?" Petunia tried to barter when she noticed the look of murder in her nephew's eyes.
"Yes… I would. Sadly for you though, it's a bit too late." Harry stated as she drew his new wand. Petunia's eyes widened when she saw it, and her breathing began to pick up.
"Please Harry..." She began but Harry cut her off with a cruel laugh.
"Oh… this is priceless. Don't you remember Auntie? My name isn't Harry. It's Freak. Or boy depending on whether or not I've been good." Harry mocked in reply as memories of his past began to flood forward.
"Harry..." Petunia tried again, only for Harry to shake his head.
"As much as I'm loving this Auntie, I'm very eager to go see my friends, so if you don't mind, let's get this underway." Harry stated as he focused on her.
"Please Harry, you can take the car if you want too, or I could drive you wherever you need to go, just please… let me go. Release them from whatever spell you've put them under." Petunia offered giving him a desperate and hopeful nod.
"I appreciate the offer Auntie but… I think I'm gonna have to pass. You see there's a question I desperately want answered and I need to hear your answer." Harry told her.
"Ask me anything. I'll tell you whatever you want to know." Petunia offered, hopefully.
"Both you and Dudley are going to die tonight. In one minute I'm gonna tell Vernon to shoot one of you. The other is going to be slowly beaten to death with the baseball bat. You've got two choices. You can take the painless way out, but you'll have to watch Dudley get beaten to death first, or you can prove to me that there is an actual human being in there, and that you can truly care for someone other then yourself. You've got sixty seconds to give me an answer." Harry told her, his eyes lighting up, as he did. He was obviously very proud of his scheme, and he was taking great enjoyment from the look of horror on his Aunt's face.
"Harry, please! You can't do this!" Petunia shouted.
"Fifty." Harry counted out as he stared at he with a smile.
"Please! You can't make me choose!" Petunia screamed at him.
"Forty." Harry stated as he gestured to checking a watch that wasn't actually there.
"Harry!" Petunia snapped as she struggled against the people on top of her.
"Twenty." Harry stated with a smile as he took the bat from Dudley's hand and gave it to Vernon.
"No! Please! Harry, please!" Petunia shouted at him, her eyes frantic, and desperate.
"Ten." Harry hummed. Happy beyond measure at seeing what should have been his familial connection in this world, suffer in pain for all she had done to him.
"Me! Beat me! Don't make Dudley suffer. Please!" She screamed suddenly and the smirk fell from Harry's face.
"Wow… underneath all of the cruelty, at the very least, you are a mother. I can honestly say I'm surprised. Still, I can't help but think that my own mother wouldn't have waited a single second to spare me from more pain. She would have taken it all onto herself immediately, without a seconds hesitation. So… because you managed to prove to me that there is a bit of good in even the most rotten people, I'll allow you the gift of looking away from this." Harry stated, before turning to Vernon, and whispering something to him. He then turned to Dudley and whispered something as well. The two quietly left the room as Petunia started to sob uncontrollably. A few moments passed before a loud pop could be heard.
As soon as it did, Petunia just started to ball.
A few moments later, Vernon returned and picked up the bat.
"Regardless of the fact that you actually managed to impress me by acting like a true mother, you did spend most of my childhood calling my own mother a whore. You tried to pain a picture of your own sister, in my mind. An image that could have forever tarnished my view on her and my father, had I not met people that truly knew them. For that alone, I hope this hurts. Goodbye Auntie." Harry said to her before turning to Vernon.
"Take that bat, and hit her with it, and keep hitting her with it until she stops screaming. When that moment comes, hit her some more. Then I want you, Marge and the dumbass twins over there, to hop in your car and go for a joyride. You'll drive to the cliffs along the sea, and drive your car over the edge." Harry ordered before turning and walking out of the house, but not before casting a Silencing spell over Petunia so her screams couldn't be heard any longer.
Before passing of the front door, Harry threw on his invisibility cloak so no one would see him leave. He then exited his one time home and headed down the street. He intended to return to Diagon Alley, get to the bank, and see if he could get some money. He'd use that money to buy and actual wand, so that he didn't have to rely on one that may fail him at any moment, and then Harry intended to travel out to see Hermione. He hoped that she might let him stay with her, or at the very least he could find a place to stay near there so he could spend the rest of his summer with his best friend. Right now, he needed to see one of his friends.
While a part of him wanted to remain and watch Petunia get what she had coming, he knew that to stay was to risk being caught, and that's the part the worried him the most. He wasn't unnerved by the idea of her being bludgeoned over and over again, no he was worried about getting caught. The thought confused him a bit, it was definitely something he'd need to think about. He was looking forward to reading in the papers about the idiot that drove his family and two neighbor kids over a cliff.
Harry already had his story lined up. He'd tell people that his Uncle kicked him out, and that he was stuck living on his own. Something about a failure at work that had embarrassed Vernon to no end. Harry would say that he slummed around London for a bit before going to the leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley where he got a replacement wand for the one Vernon broke and then he went to see Hermione. His friends would buy it. Hermione may not have known the extent of the abuse he suffered, but she knew enough about Vernon to know that he didn't take failure well. She'd buy his story. Ron would too, he wasn't bright enough to catch the lie. The magical adults didn't have much to go off of, they'd probably just accept it and move on, after all, the Dursley's were muggles.
With those thoughts in mind, Harry made it around the block, then called for the bus again to take him to the Leaky Cauldron.
-Meanwhile-
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office finishing some late night work. He often spent many late nights finishing up work that he either forgot or put off during the day. His eyes occasionally flickered to the many strange instruments in his office. Many of which were specially attuned devices that kept him aware of Harry Potter's health and exact position. A few days ago, the health monitor had gone haywire. This hadn't been the first time, and Dumbledore knew just what kind of Muggles Harry's family were.
He chose to ignore the device's various noises and when he woke up the next day, it was working fine, signifying that just like all the other times, Harry was still alive.
Little did the Headmaster of Hogwarts know, how wrong he was. The Harry Potter he'd known and spent years crafting, was not still alive. Something new and wild had been reborn from the literal ashes of the old Harry Potter.
Had the Headmaster known this, he would have rushed to Surrey to stop what was happening to Harry's 'family'. But he didn't know. And it wouldn't be for a few days, before Mrs. Figg, Fire called him and told him of police outside of the Dursley's household, and of the grisly scene inside.
Fate it seems, had taken a different path, and the Weapon meant to save the light, had become something unholy. Something filled with so much evil, that the world would tremble in it's wake.
But Dumbledore wasn't aware of this. And he wouldn't be. Not for quite some time. For each generation, the Darkness would take a host and that host would bring an unholy reckoning into the world. It have chosen Tom Riddle, whom made the mistake of accidentally casting it aside. Now it had chosen a new host, and with the Chosen One under it's control, the world would soon face a new reckoning, one that hadn't been felt, for a thousand years.
-To Be Continued-
Alright, another chapter for you guys. Some who've read my other works might notice these chapter are rather short compared to my others, and yeah, that's mostly due to this being a pet project, that I'll update sporadically, whenever I feel like it. Please enjoy.
