I Want It All
Disclaimer/Plot/Challenge Information/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to Winged Seer Wolf: my recommended reads are Dark Lord Potter, Apex and Damaged Raven by JustBored21, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Harry's Madness by SilverLocke980, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch, Lord Thanatos by Scarlette-Moon-Howl, Blood Crest by Cauchy, Knight Errant and Harry Potter and the Shadow of the Demon by ArlyssTolero, The Darkening Of Your Soul by MaeglinYedi, Broken Shackles by Black Infinity 1289, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135 and The Rise of a Dark Lord by LittleMissXanda
Key Pairing: Harry/Fawkes (aka Kai)
Other Pairings: To be determined
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'Mental Speech'
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Review Answers:
Jostanos: Actually, there's a lot more to our mysterious rescuer than you might think, my friend: keep reading to find out…
A-gods-flame: I'd say he has more than tears in his blood now, wouldn't you? After all, Harry did drink something in the last chapter, to help give him the strength to take out the Dementor…hmm…now what could that have been, I wonder? Also, the answer to your question about the Obliviate is coming soon, but I'd have thought it was obvious;
Winged Seer Wolf: As you well know, my friend, I'm going to try and make that happen: also, I decided to make one small change to Kai, namely how he is with Harry – originally, I was going to wait for September First, but…damn inspirations;
Alix33: Probably because they weren't there, and Harry wasn't home yet, so they don't know he did anything;
Instead, the strange teenager grinned, showing off two rows of perfectly-white teeth, before he told Harry, "I'm Kai, by the way, and I'm just glad that I could help you out, Harry Potter."
'Even him saying my name sounds delicious!' thought Harry, shaking his head to try and cut off his own train of thought before he heard the boy, Kai, go on.
"I transferred to Hogwarts and, this year, I'll be in my fifth year, just like you. Personally, if it means getting to know the great and powerful Harry James Potter, I hope and pray to Magic that I'm in Gryffindor."
'Me too,' thought Harry, again thinking of ravaging this boy, even moreso in Gryffindor Tower, the Gryffindor Quidditch Changing Rooms or, more-deliciously and arousingly, the showers.
Oh, how yummy he'd look with water running down him, as Harry dirtied him up with his seed and the bite marks he wanted to leave on the boy's caramel-esque skin tone.
"Until then," added Kai, giving Harry a sly wink as he told him, "I'd get moving if I were you; it won't be long before the vultures come circling."
Chapter 2: Home Cooked Meals
It was almost-completely dark by the time Harry returned to Privet Drive, the streetlamps lit and bathing the young wizard in their glow while, from within the houses on all sides, Harry could hear the sounds of occupancy, as well as the Muggles' attempts to beat the heat.
As he neared Number Four, however, the young sorcerer stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes narrowing in suspicion and curiosity as he noticed something that was off with his never-gonna-be-home – well, something else that was off, apart from the fact that some insane asshole out there actually believed this place could ever be home for Harry.
Just beyond the end of the garden of Number Four, there seemed to be an eerie, ghostly presence, which seemed to wrap itself around the perimeter of the whole house.
It also rose up, rather like a domed shield, covering the roof and chimney of the house while, as Harry looked at the weird presence, a part of him wondering how he could even sense this thing – while another part asked himself how he'd never noticed it before – he was also a little curious, if not surprised, to notice that the presence seemed to be weakening, as though someone had taken a railgun and a cache of C4 to it, and the whole thing had barely managed to hold on.
However, over the weakening sense, Harry was also aware of something…enticing drawing him towards the presence.
Something…ethereal.
Something…delicious!
'Whatever this thing is,' thought Harry, clenching his fists tightly as he mused, 'It seems to be here to keep me in the house, while also working to keep me weak and ignorant, which is probably what that weird voice meant when it said it couldn't get to me before now. And then there's my new, confident nature and my darker, pleasing thoughts: could this thing be what kept them from me? Kept my true thoughts and ideas from me?'
Suddenly, Harry's blood boiled with anger while, at the same time, the streetlamps along the road flickered and died, even as Harry hissed at the ghostly presence before him.
"Never again…let's see if this works on something much bigger than a Dementor…"
Lifting his hands, Harry reached into himself, searching for whatever power had allowed him to not only consume the Dementor, but feel stronger, better and more…more-whole because of the energy he had assimilated.
However, to his surprise, unlike when he'd gone up against the Dementor, this time, the feeling sprang forth from inside of him, coming out so suddenly and with such ravenous intent that Harry might as well have commanded it, like a loyal, predatory dog or some other beast, to attack his enemy and know it would obey, ripping his enemy to shreds in seconds.
Well, now, this beast inside of him was attacking the ghostly essence around Number Four, siphoning the weird, semi-transparent dome's energy, which seemed to crackle and bubble in response to the assault before, just like the Dementor, the dome's force became a mass of energy, which flew straight into Harry's body. This time, as though emphasising the power that he'd found himself possessing, Harry even opened his mouth and let out a low, slurping sound that almost resembled the noise a Dementor would make as it drained the happiness from a room.
And, like a Dementor draining the happiness and weakening its prey, Harry was similarly feeding on the dome, drawing all of its power into himself.
'Nobody will keep me from my power, or my true self, ever again,' Harry vowed, swallowing up the energy as he felt it strengthening him, fuelling his own power and filling his mind, body, spirit and magical core with even greater strength and knowledge than he could ever remember holding onto.
'If they won't give me my power, I guess I'll just have to take it…from anyone and anything that tries to keep me weak!'
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In an ornately-decorated office, which was definitely the home of someone overcompensating for too little of one thing and too much of another, whilst the sole occupant of the room was out on business, in a hidden cabinet, a large number of monitoring devices and enchanted objects suddenly lit up, spinning and gyrating furiously as they let out shrill, bone-jarring alarms, as well as rising plumes of blackest-coloured smoke before, one-by-one, the objects exploded.
However, instead of becoming piles of shattered shrapnel or wind-blown ashes, instead, each of those devices seemed to be swallowed up by a vortex of greenish-coloured fire, which seemed to echo its wailing, sucking sound through the whole office.
Once the cabinet was empty, the room became silent once more, though, from where he was busy contemplating his own important thoughts, the Hogwarts Sorting Hat felt a shiver run through him as he whispered to no-one in particular.
"What…what was that magic?"
The last thing he expected, however, was a response.
"Nothing you should worry yourself about, old friend."
Before the Sorting Hat, or any of the portraits in the room, could make any sort of response to the voice that addressed the old rag, their world was burned up in a wave of all-encompassing golden-coloured fire.
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"More!"
Like a man possessed, or perhaps a junkie seeking their next fix, Harry let out a cry of elation, as well as personal satisfaction, as he continued absorbing the power from the essence that enveloped Number Four. As for said essence, the dome had started crackling with green lightning bolts, which seemed to become burning embers that flew through the air and into Harry's mouth, feeding him more of its power while, at the same time, a lone ember danced over Harry's lightning bolt scar.
When it did so, Harry let out a cry of alarm that turned into a high, cold, cruel laugh, which then became a loud, ecstatic roar of laughter that seemed to envelop the whole area.
From within nearby houses, a few curtain-twitchers poked their heads out of their windows, but, when her from Number Seven saw Harry standing there, laughing like a maniac, she just scoffed.
"It's just the Potter freak; probably missed his meds again."
'Stupid human; you have no idea!' thought Harry, a part of him amused at the fact that these dead-sheep-brained insects still chose to believe the Dursleys' BS about him being a criminally-unhinged individual who attended St Brutus' for ten months of the year.
Still, as long as it meant Harry didn't have to deal with the weak vermin, he was all right with that.
As he finally finished devouring the energy, consuming everything that it gave to him, however, Harry felt his body stiffen before his green eyes shone like the Killing Curse as he looked down the street.
'All these insects!' thought the young sorcerer, partially-aware of the door to Number Four opening, undoubtedly from the Dursleys' realisation that it was their much-stronger, definitely-transformed nephew who was responsible for the laughter and the disturbances in the street.
Harry, meanwhile, smiled coldly, his green-eyed glow seemingly-darkening in his face, even as he looked up and down the street before he mused to himself, 'So many houses, so many weaklings…they might as well be toys!'
Lifting his hands in an almost divine, commanding gesture, Harry clenched his hands, curling his fingers into a well-known gesture before he chuckled to himself.
'After all these years…all their games…I'm tired of these toys! And what do we do with toys we're done playing with, Dursleys? We break them!'
SNAP!
Both Harry's hands snapped their fingers.
Suddenly, each and every door, window, air-conditioning vent and even the cooling freezers and refrigerators in each and every house along the road snapped shut. Meanwhile, fans broke down while the cold water in the pipes seemed to dry up, or probably freeze in the pipes – either way, it didn't run in any of the houses – leaving no way to cool off for any of the houses' narrow-minded, bleating-sheep occupants.
All up and down Privet Drive, Harry could actually hear the Muggles banging on the sealed windows, as well as rattling the locked doors and even letting out muffled, faint cries, accompanied by sparks dancing in hallways and living rooms as many of the human weaklings tried to go for their phones and call for help.
Unfortunately, as Harry knew all too well, when Muggle eklecticity met Magic, it was Magic that won, by a landslide.
And the Muggles were learning that too, as each one of them were being shocked and electrocuted by their telephones, while those who tried to smash the windows found their efforts rebounding on themselves by some unknown force – at least, it was unknown to the Muggles.
And, all the while, bound and trapped within their brick-and-glass coffins, the Muggles screamed, clawed, banged on windows, rattled doors, tried and failed to open locks and free themselves from their caskets while, with each passing second, the unusual summer heatwave sent indoor temperatures skyrocketing until, finally, inevitably, every human on Privet Drive collapsed from heat exhaustion.
And by the time anyone found them, it would be way too late.
All houses were bound and sealed, all their occupants dead.
Save one.
Number Four.
Their occupants were white with horror, as well as disbelief, while even the usually-impotent Vernon Dursley seemed to have finally managed to find two brain cells to rub together as he took a shaky step back from his nephew as Harry walked up the driveway, his green eyes shining like the eyes of the Devil himself as he smiled at their terrified looks.
"Hi, honey; I'm home."
"W-W-W-W-W-W-W…"
"Oh, Petunia, will you ever shut up?" asked Harry, earning a horrified look from Petunia, though her horror turned into something much more when, as she went to reply, the horse-faced Muggle found her lips fusing together, leaving her unable to form a coherent sentence.
As the thin woman clawed at her mouth, Harry saw Vernon see his wife in danger, which, naturally, spurred him into action.
"YOU FREAK! HOW DARE…"
"Freeze!"
Making a flashing gesture, as though emphasising what he had discovered, Harry was a little surprised to see his Uncle did indeed freeze in place, turning him into the world's fattest, ugliest-looking ice sculpture, his purple face and blubbery guts actually making him look like a sculpture that was made from blackcurrant-flavoured cordial.
"Well…that happened," said Harry curiously, looking from the frozen freak to the muzzled horse as he added, "Now, unless you want me to smash that ice…huh, mind you, I don't think this heat won't allow it to stay ice for too much longer, but I digress. Unless you want me to make things far worse for your freaky family than they already are, you'll get out of my way, Muggle: now!"
Fearing that he might actually make good on his threat, Petunia stepped aside, leaving Harry smiling as he walked up the stairs and into his bedroom where, as he grabbed a quill, inkwell and some parchment, he looked up, just in time to see Hedwig fly through his window, undoubtedly having been out hunting.
"Hello Beautiful," said Harry, watching as Hedwig moved towards him, undoubtedly to land on his shoulder…
Though not before she slashed hard at his face, letting out a screech of anger, hatred and even predatory intent, earning a cry from Harry as he jumped back in fright!
"HEDWIG!" Cried Harry, ducking down as his owl divebombed him, her talons bared once more, "No: stop! What are you doing, girl? It's me! Harry; your friend, your master! Stop this, I command you!"
Hedwig went to attack him again.
"Don't make me do it…"
Her claws came out, her beak parted in a cry of offensive intent.
"Hedwig, I'm not bluffing!"
Her claws actually widened.
"You're giving me no choice!"
With that, Harry thrust his hand forwards, slipping through Hedwig's talons before he slammed his hand right into Hedwig's feathered breast; as soon as he did so, Hedwig let out a pained wail, accompanied by a choked trilling sound and a chirrup of alarm.
Then, she exploded in a shower of snowy-white feathers, gore and talons, her remains drifting to the floor where they formed a small, dirty-looking pile at Harry's feet.
Falling to his knees, Harry reached out with a shaky hand, but, as he did so, his eyes widened when he heard a whoosh of air, accompanied by a feeling of sudden warmth and even need that seemed to pass through him.
Seconds later, Harry gasped with a mixture of surprise and a little gratitude, if not longing, when he felt a warm pair of arms holding onto him, accompanied by a soft, comforting voice, which whispered in his ear.
"I'm sorry, Harry."
"Kai?" asked Harry, looking up through his pain, as well as anger and disbelief, to see the dark-haired boy with the fiery-esque fringe kneeling next to him, his arms wrapped around Harry in a loving, even protective embrace while, when he saw Harry looking at him, Kai nodded once as he smiled at the confused, alarmed and even disbelieving-looking young sorcerer.
"I told you I was here for you, Harry…so, tell me, what do you need? I'm here for you; whatever you ask…anything…I'll give it to you, if I can…"
Before Kai could say anything else, Harry fell against the handsome boy, one hand clenched tight into a fist as he punched Kai's chest, sobbing profusely as he wept for the friend he had lost, the attack he had no idea why it had happened and the fact that, of all the people whom he might have thought would turn on him, he never would have put his beloved owl companion on that list.
Someone had to be responsible and, whoever it was, Harry vowed they were going to pay!
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"Sssshhh…it's all right, Harry; let it out…I'm here…go ahead…keep punching me if it makes you feel better…I can handle it…that's it; let it go…"
As he whispered sweet nothings into Harry's ear, holding the grieving youth close while, at the same time, marvelling at how much stronger Harry seemed to be – most-likely as a result of feeding on the Dementors and the wards around his prison – and rubbing soft circles into the young man's back, Kai's golden-coloured glare focused on the remains of Harry's oldest, dearest and most-trusted friend and confidant.
'You old bastard!' thought Kai, knowing full well who was responsible for this friend turning into a foe, and all because Harry had come into his powers and refused to back down against using them as he wished.
Which, of course, was his right.
This whole world was Harry's to do with as he wished and, by Magic, Kai vowed he would make sure the world obeyed, one way or another.
But this?
This, Kai would not forgive and, even if it meant taking a position in Harry's life that he didn't deserve – namely a position where he took charge of Harry and helped give him the strength to become the dominant in his own path – he would make Albus Dumbledore pay for what he had done.
Like her master…like his – meaning Kai – master, Hedwig was innocent in all this.
She had been a beautiful supporter, a close advocate and someone who could have even been evolved, transformed and made into something more, so that she might serve her master better.
As Kai intended to do…whatever that might mean.
But now, she was gone.
And all because one megalomaniacal old fool with delusions of grandeur wanted to keep Harry from what was rightfully his!
'You will not win, Albus!' thought Kai, his gold eyes darkening in their sockets as he held Harry close, not even wincing as he felt Harry claw at his chest in fury; if not for his shirt, Kai imagined his abs and pecs would have been scarred by the force of Harry's clawing motions.
'You will fail…and I only hope I am there for my Master…as he makes your power his own…and then makes you die…slowly!'
"I'm here, Harry…" whispered Kai, kissing Harry's forehead, even as he held onto the young man.
"I'm here…"
Chapter 2 and, holy shi-take mushrooms: talk about a desperate gasp, but now Harry has lost whatever ties he might have had to Durzkaban, what will this mean for him when the vultures come circling?
Also, what could Kai's true secret be, which makes him so devoted to seeing Harry feel better, even if it means letting his master harm him in ways that might get more-destructive later-on?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: The hyenas come to pick up the scraps, but Harry's not quite as welcoming as they might think, especially not after what happened to his only trusted friend; also, it looks like he won't be going alone with them…hmm…I wonder who won't like that more? A banshee, a controlling beaver, a jealous sloth, a scarlet woman or a glittering goat-screwer?
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