Death Wish
Hi everyone, I got inspiration for this story from 'a dark lords rising' by SpitKill. If you love HarryXDaphne as well as dark lord potter, then that is by far the best one out there in my opinion. Hopefully I can dethrone SpitKill when this Is finished.
Anyways, I'm going to attempt to actually finish this story and am aiming for over 100k words, unless you think I should do a separate story per year? But I have exams and all that shit coming up so no promises. There will be 'Mature' themes later in the story so be prepared for that. Please please please review. It honestly makes my day and can make the story better for all of you as well.
As always, this work isn't my own, apart from the bits that are, the rest is all JK's.
P.S. Slytherin ftw.
Chapter One
The air was warm on the night of Halloween 1981. The Potter family had been out during the day, a rare occasion during the current times, and had returned around 7 o'clock in the evening. All seemed well, no messages from the order had come through, and none of the perimeter wards set around the town had been triggered. Perhaps, in hindsight, James and Lily would look back at the lack of warnings a warning in itself. There had after all, been enquiries about the town from death eaters who were searching for them resulting in daily triggering of the wards. However, with family on their minds, they ignored this abnormality as if it was simply a kitchen bowl that disappeared one day.
It was reaching on 8:30 as Lily was tucking young Harry in to bed that the one and only warning came. And it wasn't the wards. The front door suddenly exploded, throwing large shards of wood in every direction. Unfortunately for James who had been picking up the post right at that moment, he was severely injured by three rather thick pieces of wood that had flew into his abdomen.
"Well that was easier than expected James. I must say I expected more from your defences. Such flimsy wards, I'm assuming Albus placed them for you? And no blood wards around the house?! You fool. Anyways enough chit chat. You know why I'm here. Hand over the boy, or I will take him forcefully and kill you all."
"Fuck off you maniac, Dumbledore will be here any minute. There's no escape. And you're not getting anywhere near my son!" He attempted to reach for his wand but found it difficult to move due to his recent injuries.
"Such a pity. I was hoping to have an enjoyable duel with you, however I can see that won't be the case. Never mind. Good day Potter."
"LILY PROTECT HAR-" Was all that was heard from James Potter's mouth before a bright green beam of light struck him in the head.
Voldemort sighed. He had meant what he said about wanting a duel and had not wanted to kill the man unless specifically required, which it had ended up being. Nevertheless, he composed himself and set off up the stairs in search of the child and its mother. He found them at the end of the hallway, Lily Potter trying to console her child who had been scared by the sound of the door exploding.
"Good evening Ms Evans. You know why I'm here. I do not wish to have to spill any more blood tonight, just hand over the child. Now."
She had been silently shaking her head as he spoke, tears falling down her beautiful face. He could see why Severus was smitten with her.
"Please don't do this. Please I beg you. Not Harry. It must be another. Not Harry please NOT HARRY!" The tears were falling thick and fast now but the face remained exactly the same on the Dark Lord's head.
"Such a shame to waste such talent Lily, Severus shall be most displeased with me. Avada Kedavra." The spell was spoken quietly but with a sharp edge and she had just enough time to widen her eyes before she fell to the ground. Dead.
Another sigh. Lily was a good witch, and he risked Severus' loyalty with her death, but some things were unavoidable. As unfortunate as it might be.
Finally, his eyes fell to his final foe. A child. Barely turned one years old.
"I'm sorry child. But I have no choice. Avada Kedavra"
However, the bright green light came right back at him instead of killing the child. Destroying his body and 'Killing' Lord Voldemort. It wasn't all sunshine and buttercups though, because the spell had definitely done something to Harry. And by that, I mean he'd disappeared. Completely. Poof. Gone.
It was then that the distinct sound of apparation was heard outside the small house.
Dumbledore had been awaiting the day that such an event occurred. Ever since that damned prophecy. Obviously, The Potters were long time acquaintances of his as well as some of the best fighters that the Order possessed. However, they were to dangerous to keep around. He needed Harry to grow up as a weapon and not a smothered child like he would be under the Potter's care.
So, as he walked up to the house, a content smile showed on his face as he fully expected Lily's blood magic to have saved the child. She was a wonderfully powerful witch, but was not the greatest at protecting her mind, something Albus took great pleasure in exploiting.
As he stepped inside the house, he was astonished at the lack of signs that there was a struggle, this was before he noticed James, lying still on the ground in a pool of blood from his wounds. Dumbledore tutted as he passed him, having never thought too highly of the man.
Something had begun to worry the old man though, there was no sound coming from a child upstairs. Surely a baby who just witnessed his mother's death would be making a hell of a lot of noise. But there was nothing.
Without wanting to waste any time, the old man apparated upstairs to the child's bedroom. Only to find something he didn't expect. Nothing. Unless you count the dead former unspeakable, which he wasn't.
This was not good, not good at all. Either Harry had been kidnapped or killed. It was highly unlikely that he was taken by the Dark Lord. He could feel Voldemort's aura, but could not find any traces of apparation or portkey travel out of the room. So that must mean he was dead.
He felt completely numb. Every hope that Dumbledore had for this war had been placed onto Harry Potter. And now he was dead. They were doomed.
(6 years later)
"Right everyone, we're here now. Make sure you have your lunch!" Ms Scott shouted as she left the coach.
As usual, Harry was left alone at the back of the coach by the other children in his orphanage. Something he much preferred to the constant bullying that he would likely face once he got off. Many a time had he attempted to stay on the coach, but each time, one of those bullies had ratted on him with their little smirks on their ugly mugs. Harry was indifferent to it now, however. He knew that there wasn't anything tht could be done to stop it, from himself or the carers, they just simply didn't care, and Harry just didn't have the physical strength.
"Make sure to actually get off the coach this time Harry!" He heard Ms Scott from outside the bus, causing a round of giggles to sound from his 'peers'.
The weather in Dover was less than pleasant to say the least. As you would expect by the coast, winds would be higher than usual, however today seemed to be worse than what is normal. Obviously, this didn't stop the trip as "The children need their bonding time and to see the outside world", as Ms Scott had told them.
As the group trudged down the coast on top off the famous cliffs, Harry began to fall behind. Not purposely, but the 2 boys in front of him had begun to slow and passing them would've probably resulted in a beating for 'attempting to embarrass his elders'. As they walked further, he realised what was going on, he was being separated from the group. No one would realise he was gone.
Just at that moment the boys, who were 15 and 16 respectively, turned around with large, menacing grins upon their faces, with their identical round bodies swaying in the wind slightly.
"Well Mr No Name. Look what we have here... thought you could hide at the back did you? Well no no no we can't have that can we my friend?"
"Oh, most definitely not graham. Reckon we should teach No name a lesson? Cause I do…."
With that he started slowly marching towards the terrified seven-year-old, backing him out towards the cliff edge.
"No one wants you here. Maybe you should just…. Die?" Graham said, bursting into a deep laugh right after.
Harry was right on the edge now. Quickly, the other boy went out to grab his right arm but before he could say 'shit!' there was a thunderous *BANG* and a flash of light. As his eyes came back to normal, Harry was surprised to see that he was still on the cliff. Looking over the edge however, they discovered that the boy that had attempted to grab Harry had somehow been thrown over and onto a large rock that was protruding out of the sea.
There was blood everywhere down there, it seemed as If the 'grabbing arm' had been completely torn off by whatever had happened. It wasn't a pretty sight. Graham was the first to react.
"you killed him. How… you… but…. YOU KILLED HIM! MS SCOTT! MS SCOTT"
Harry sighed as the boy ran after the group. He was in big shit this time. There was no way that anyone would believe him, they'd just think he's ever crazier than they already do. 'Oh yeah miss is wasn't me, there was a light and that's what tore off his arm and threw him off the cliff. Yeah, that's exactly what happened.". Yeah… No. He was done for. At least there shouldn't be enough evidence for the police to convict him of a crime.
Either way, He needed to discover what that thing was. He certainly hadn't thrown the boy overboard. So, something, or someone had protected him. Given his track record, Harry was more inclined to believe it was something and not someone. He had felt slightly weird in his body in the immediate aftermath, in a way that was tricky to describe. Sort of like his blood was tingling and the ends of his fingers were on fire. But only briefly. It was sort of like magic.
"How cool would that be, to be able to do magic… pfffffft." Harry whispered to himself.
Being seven years old, Harry wasn't exactly the best decision maker, so instead of just accepting what had happened, he tried to do some magic. Because you would, wouldn't you?
It started with him trying to focus on that feeling that he had. He wasn't quite sure how, so he closed his eyes and just remembered what it felt like, before pushing his hand forwards quickly. Nothing happened. But the feeling was definitely there. So, he tried again. This time, Harry tried a different approach. Instead of just pushing his hands. He focused on the ground in front of him, in his mind he imagined the earth being pushed down forcefully as if it was butter under a fist. Regaining that feeling, with the image in his mind, he pushed out hard again, willing for the ground to move.
A great rumbling was heard, and a massive cloud of dirt flew into the air. In front of a panting Harry, was a 10-foot-deep hole in the earth. He did it. He did magic. A giant grin slowly creeped on to his face. Never again would he be threated or bullied. Never again would someone underestimate him. There was nothing that he couldn't do with his new-found powers.
(4 years later)
Luckily for Harry, he never did face any consequences for his accidental killing one of the orphanage's children. Much to the chagrin of Graham who had since left due to being and adult.
Obviously, he worked day and night, just stuck in his room practicing his magic. It was tough at first, very tough. Trying to recover that feeling was incredibly difficult but he'd gotten there in the end.
The first skill he'd managed to master was levitation, it came ii incredibly handy when he wanted to scare people off. And after that, the skills came thick and fast. Due to his 'troubled' time as a child, Harry had a very limited moral compass, that didn't mean that he was incapable of love or empathy, but that he didn't really care if what he did was wrong. Because others have done him wrong, so this was actually right. In his head at least.
As a result of this, the orphanage had experienced a number of unexplained deaths over the last few years. Something the local neighbourhood had definitely realised. Many of the carers and children were certain that Harry was the culprit, but due to his 'special' circumstances, his guilt was unproven.
He'd also managed to find a way to teleport (Apparation from now on, deal with it). It was simple really. Just will yourself to be in another spot. And pop there you were. It was a skill that was useful for many reasons. Be it a getaway, or for quicker transportation.
(4 months later)
It was Harry's 11th birthday, and as was the norm, he didn't receive anything from the other children or from the carers of the orphanage. Something did turn up during the night, however. It was an envelope, made of yellow parchment with a dark red seal which held the crest of a place called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He had refused to look at the letter at first, believing it to be a prank by one of the other children. However, by lunchtime he could not bear it any longer and went to take a look. What was on the front shocked him.
Mr Harry Potter
Room 14
Scott's Orphanage
Dartford
Kent
Not only was the letter addressed directly to his room, despite the fact that no one outside of the orphanage knew his room number. But whoever had written this letter, knew his surname. Something that he had never been told as the person who had handed him in hadn't known either.
From then on it only took seconds for the envelope to be discarded onto the floor.
It read:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
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 September 1. We await your letter via owl or muggle postal methods by no later than August 25th.
Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
He couldn't believe it. A School. For people like him. A laugh came from his mouth. And then more followed until he was laying on the floor of his bedroom crying with laughter. This was before he realised that he needed to somehow find a way to buy his things, with money that he didn't have. Turning the letter over, he tried to see if any of it seemed purchasable from London. There was:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry UNIFORM First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
For students unable to make the trip, simply say 'Portus' when holding the envelope and you shall be transported to Diagon Alley
To accept, write 'yes' below.
So that's exactly what Harry did, he wrote yes and ran out of the building to the local post box, before posting it through the slot.
Running back to his room, he ensured he was properly dressed, and without second thought, grabbed the enveloped and said,
"Portus"
Woo! Personally feel this is the best opening chapter I've ever written. Again, please review, honestly it makes me so happy. Be nice though :)
Next chapter will be shopping, as you probably guessed, and some other stuff depending on what my plan looks like.
Anyway, thanks for reading!