Yo. Here's another overdone idea I came up with last summer, that I just had to do. Warnings won't be repeated, so take note of them now because there ARE things that some of you will want to know about ahead of time.
Warnings: Mentions of emotional, physical, and sexual abuse. None of it is graphic, and most of it is implied more than anything else, but it's there. Mentions of self-harm and a suicide attempt. Again, none are graphic, but they are brought up and spoken of. And if you haven't realized it yet, this is a darkHarry, slash fic.
Bashing: Won't really be super crazy or anything, but characters included are as follows-The Weasleys save for Bill, Charlie, and the twins, and Order members, especially Dumbledore. This list is subject to change. Hermione used to be on the list, but I thought of a way she could be used on Harry's side instead, and took her off the list.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters...
Voldemort was seated on his throne in the ballroom of his manor, in the middle of conducting a meeting with his Inner Circle Death Eaters. He wasn't in the best of moods right now, though that wasn't really something that was particularly surprising.
The Ministry of Magic was finally, after an entire year, acknowledging his return, and he wasn't all too pleased with that. It had been far easier for him to move around when they had been refusing to accept the truth of his return. Now, however, everyone was on guard, listening to Dumbledore and his damned Order of the Phoenix.
"My Lord! My Lor-agh!" One of the lesser, Outer Circle Death Eaters rushed into the room yelling, not even waiting to be told to enter like a civilized person would, and immediately found himself on the floor, writhing under the pain of a silent yet furious Cruciatus Curse.
When Voldemort felt the insolent fool had learned his lesson, he released the curse. "What?" he demanded, irritation clear in his voice.
The Death Eater slowly rose to his feet, shaking visibly. He bowed deeply before speaking, obviously having gotten the message for his previous insolence. No one disturbed the Dark Lord. Ever.
"M-my Lord," he said shakily, "t-there's an owl flying around the manor. I-it has a letter, b-but won't let anyone near enough to see who it's for."
Red eyes narrowed. "You interrupted me for this? It is an owl, leave it be." Though he wasn't going to say it, Voldemort did wonder how the owl had gotten past some of the wards he had set up. Strange.
"Y-yes, my Lord!"
The words had barely left the coward's mouth, when a snow white owl suddenly flew into the room, where it circled around for a moment before landing on the arm of Voldemort's throne. Looking up from the owl, he noticed one of the Death Eaters stiffen visibly. "Is there something you wish to say, Severus?"
Said man bowed carefully before speaking. "I believe that owl belongs to Potter, my Lord."
The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed once more. "Potter?" he repeated slowly, though it wasn't really a question.
Severus inclined his head. "Yes, my Lord. I cannot be positive, but after seeing the bird many times since the boy's first year, I am quite sure it belongs to him."
Voldemort refocused on the owl, who hooted at him once, the sound muffled by the letter clamped in the bird's beak. He raised a pale, long fingered, sharp nailed hand to take the letter, and the owl gave him an urgent sounding hoot, as if encouraging him to read it quickly.
The first thing the Dark Lord noticed upon unfolding the letter was the spatters of blood across the parchment. It also seemed to have been written in a rush, if the messy scrawl was anything to go by. Was this really a letter from the Potter boy? Why would he be writing to him of all people anyway? When the owl hooted once more, this time going as far as to even peck his spare hand impatiently, Voldemort finally began to read the letter.
'Voldemort,
Wow, okay, this has got be the weirdest thing I've ever done. I know you're probably wondering why I'm writing to you, right? Well, I just wanted to let you know that I won't be helping the Light any more. Don't take this the wrong way. I'm not planning on helping you either. I'm done with this war. I've had enough.
I'm through being the Boy-Who-Lived, the Golden Boy, the Boy Wonder, the Saviour, and whatever the hell else I'm being called these days. I'm through being lied to and being deceived by people I thought I could trust.
Oh, by the way, you should stop focusing on the whole prophecy thing. It's a fake. Yeah, I bet you didn't see that coming. I sure as hell didn't.
Anyway, you can find me at my aunt and uncle's house (I'm sure you know where it is), but it'll already be too late by then. You don't have to worry about the Blood Wards though. They haven't existed since my first year at Hogwarts, and even if they did, you would be able to get through them just fine since you have my blood in you and all. That surprised you too, didn't it? Yeah, the wards were gone before I even turned twelve, and no, Dumbledore didn't tell me about any of this.
Well, have fun with the rest of the war. I'm sure you'll find someone new to obsess over instead of me.
Torture Wormtail a little for me, will you? Seriously, he really fucking deserves it. And if at all possible, do you think you can try not to hurt Bill, Charlie, Fred and George Weasley, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood? I don't particularly give a damn about anyone else, and you can do whatever the hell you please to the rest of them. But could you just go easy on these guys? Please?
Good luck with the war!
Harry James Potter'
Even after he finished reading, Voldemort just stared at the parchment before him, unsure of what to think. He looked at the snowy owl when it pecked him again, hooting once more, amber eyes almost...pleading?
"Does he need help?" he asked the owl for some bizarre reason. As if the owl understood him anyway. But the owl hooted again, almost insistently, bobbing its feathery head.
Voldemort looked at his Death Eaters. They were all watching him curiously. He sighed inwardly, aware of what the owl wanted him to do, but unsure of whether he wanted to actually listen or not. "Severus, Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan remain. The rest of you are dismissed."
His currently unwanted followers cleared out, and once the doors closed behind them, Voldemort got to his feet, allowing the letter to flutter down onto his recently vacated seat. "We are going to get Potter," he announced, gauging the expressions in the eyes of those he was speaking to. They all simply looked confused. "Let us depart." He left no room for an argument, not that he would have allowed one in the firat place, and walked out of the room, aware the others were following him silently. How dutiful of them.
Reaching the border of the many wards placed around the manor, the group disapparated as one, all focusing on the destination of Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey...
When the group arrived at the rapidly darkening street, Voldemort turned to look at his spy. "Who will be on guard right now, Severus?"
"Fletcher, which likely means no one," replied the other man immediately.
The Dark Lord nodded once. "Check anyway."
"Yes, my Lord." Inclining his head, Severus walked down the street at a brisk pace, tapping himself with the tip of his wand to pull up a glamour, covering his Death Eater robes and mask. A minute later he returned, swiftly removing the glamour. "As expected, he is not there."
"Then let us go." Voldemort led his small group of followers down over to Number Four, stopping just shy of where the wards should have begun. "Lucius, Rodulphus, check for the wards," he commanded, choosing the two who knew wards the best.
The two men began waving their wands in various patterns, muttering different spells under their breath. Frowns appeared on both their faces, and after a moment, they fell silent, lowering their wands, obvious confusion visible in their eyes.
"The protection wards are not there," said Rodolphus, sounding surprised.
"We can easily enter without detection. If we avoid using our wands, and keep to non-verbal spells, then no one will be the wiser," added Lucius, sounding just as surprised.
The boy was right. Potter had said in his letter that there were no wards. It seemed he hadn't been lying after all.
Nodding, Voldemort led the way up the walk, stopping in front of the door. With a flick of his wrist the lock clicked, and the Dark Lord grabbed the handle to push open the door. The group entered the house without hindrance, and found Harry Potter's relatives in the sitting room, laughing joyously at something on the television. Three stunners later, the Dursleys were down and out, unaware of what hit them.
"Split up and find Potter. No one is to harm him." Voldemort waited for the acknowledgements, then made his way up the stairs to the second floor, figuring he would find Potter in his bedroom, which was very likely up there. A glance over his shoulder showed the Death Eaters splitting up. Good.
Vaguely noting the photographs lining the wall, Voldemort quickly realized that none of them were of Potter. This was strange, as Severus' accounts of Potter's home life consisted of him being spoiled and pampered. Why wouldn't his picture be on the wall with the rest of his family?
For that matter, now that he was actually looking, he couldn't see James or Lily Potter either. Was this not the Potter woman's sister's home? Why would the aunt not want photographs of her deceased younger sister?
Ascending the staircase, the first door to his right caught Voldemort's attention immediately. There were more locks than necessary on the door, going from the ceiling all the way down to the floor, and at the bottom there was a pet door. Voldemort stared for a moment, wondering what could possibly be in there that Potter's relatives clearly wished to keep hidden or at least locked up at all times.
He unlocked the door magically, then cautiously pushed it open. The Dark Lord was, shockingly, caught off guard. The smell in the small room was overwhelming-sweat, blood, stale sex, and a hint of fresh ink. But the sight was far worse than the smell. There was so much blood, most of it was old and dry, but that didn't make it any less disturbing.
A spell on a mysterious white substance on the floor told him it was semen. The spatter of ink on the ragged bed sheet in front of the barred window told him that Potter had been in this room when he had written that letter-the ink was still wet. That owl must have flown very quickly to reach him.
"Sweet Circe!"
Narcissa's exclamation brought Voldemort back downstairs, where he found his Death Eaters crowded in front of the cupboard under the stairs. Narcissa was kneeling in front of the open cupboard door, and all six of them seemed to be in shock. Voldemort approached, indicating that Narcissa move away so that he could see.
Kneeling down to get a better view, his eyes widened as well. Inside the small space of the cupboard he saw a naked, bloody, and bruised Harry Potter. He was curled up on his side since he couldn't fit any other way. A knife lay by his hands and there was a large pool of blood around him. The boy had slit his wrists.
"Salazar," Voldemort whispered in shock, the name absently coming out in Parseltongue. Flicking his wrist, he managed to levitate Potter out of the cupboard. He didn't have to do more than turn his gaze on Narcissa, for her to place the rather small teen in a sort of stasis that most Healers used. They didn't have the time or resources to heal him right then and there.
Summoning all of Potter's things, they shrank them down, and Voldemort turned to look at his remaining Death Eaters save for Narcissa. "Get his relatives. Do not harm them. Put them in the dungeon. I will deal with them later. Is that understood?"
There was a chorus of "Yes, my Lord," and the five were quick to bind and gag the two overweight males, and the near underweight woman.
Leaving the house, Voldemort turned his attention to the sky. "Morsmordre!" His Mark erupted in the sky, directly over the so-called safe house of the Boy-Who-Lived.
With the glowing green Dark Mark reflecting in their eyes, the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters vanished into the night, taking Harry Potter and his relatives with them...
That's it for now. Chapter lengths will vary. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!