GREEN IS THE NEW EVIL.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/ the plot from the Harry Potter series. This credit all goes to J.K Rowling, the author of said books. This is a fanfiction written for entertainment purposes.
There will be OCs and OOCs. There will also be excessive bashing of Dumbledore, Granger and selective Weasleys. There will be no relationships at first but i assure you there will be no; HP/GW, HP/HG. This is an LGBTQ+ friendly story so do not discriminate. If you do not like what has been stated please leave. It's as simple as that. Don't like = Don't read.
Warnings: Use of mature language (includes cussing), rated M for safety purposes. Violence, blood, gore etc. Please take warning very seriously. Do not read if you are easily triggered with talk of self-harm, slight mention of possible rape, abuse, exessive talk of depression, anxiety and/or panic attacks. I apologize if you do suffer from these and would try not to leave very detailed descriptions (and if you would like to talk just PM me and we will talk for sure). PLEASE DO TAKE THESE WARNINGS SERIOUSLY.
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Introduction:
Harry James Potter is by no means blind about the world around him but after all he has seen he wishes he was at times. Not literally but that was also welcome. He sometimes wishes he was still naive, after all ignorance is bliss. But then he wouldn't be aware of all the manipulations going on around him.
He was barely 15 months old when fate decided to start playing with him. That awful fateful halloween night that gave him a title that he desperately wishes didn't exist. Every wizard, witch and creature alike were celebrating the defeat of the Dark Lord Voldemort and how a little boy saved them from the trouble they refused to solve until it was too late. Celebrating the death of his parents, his marking via lightning bolt scar, and his road to impending doom.
He tried so hard to please everyone in hopes that it'd pay off but not a chance. The manipulations, compulsions, potions, discrimination, lies, stealing, they all ran deep. Dumbledore abandoned him, over and over again, no matter how much he begged, and left him in the hands of his abusive relatives. He hated him for it.
Hermione Jean Granger was a know-it-all bookworm that annoyed him to no end but he had let his pity and sympathy for her lack of friends take a hold of him and befriended her anyways. Never would he have thought that these weren't his thoughts but thoughts that were put in his head for easy manipulation. Ronald Weasley was obnoxious, petty and easily jealous of anything and everything. Jealous of Harry, the fame he never wanted, the money he was unaware he had, the people who admired him from near and afar. Ginevra Weasely idolized him and worshiped the ground he walked on. The near obsessive behaviour made him anxious and cautious around her and when he later found out of the love potions she gave him, he really wasn't surprised.
Some people cared for him truthfully while others used it as an excuse to get to him and his (unwanted) fame and his fortune (that he didn't even know existed). The day he found out was both the best and worst day of his life. The best because he now knew of everything that was going on, why he was always suspicious of his friend and mentors, now he had all the answers he was searching for. It was the worst because he realized no one truly cared for him, he had no family and friends that really cared.
But Harry Potter was always an enigma. A man possessed when he set his mind on something. And his mind was set on making all wrongs right once again. He was going to fight tooth and nail, not for the wizarding world, no, but for his freedom and happiness. That all ended when Dumbledore read his open mind and found out that he knew of his manipulations, he really needed to learn occlumency, Snape was no help with it at all, he decided that Harry knew too much and sent him to hunt horcruxes and hope that he dropped dead in the meantime.
How Harry had found out was a mystery that Dumbledore didn't have time to solve. He told the Granger girl and Ron Weasley to accompany him and ensure he died. What he didn't count for was Severus helping said boy. However after the war raging for years with Harry not making any progress at all he wished someone would help him, not him of course, he was too old for this.
This is a story where Harry died in the hands of Voldemort instead of surviving that day he went into the forest.
Chapter One:
The moment Harry stepped into the forest he knew he had made a mistake. His parents' ghosts are the first things he saw.
"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?" He asked in a whisper, as if scared to frighten them away if he spoke loudly.
His parents smiled at him and his mom opened her mouth, "Harry. You need to get out of here darling. Right now. Do not sacrifice yourself for these selfish bastards. Go to gringotts and ask for Griphook, our account manager, and ask him for an inheritance test. He'll explain everything."
"Wha-" He was cut off by his dad. "Son listen to her. We do not have too much time. Please do not listen to them. They lie to you son-"
"Who?! I don't understand!" He was desperate at this point. They were not making any sense and it looked like they were fading away. He needed answers!
"Everyone. Do not trust everyone and anyone who shows you kindness sweetheart. Do not let them manipulate you like he did to us." Now Harry was scared and confused. This is when he knew he made a mistake.
Before he could open his mouth, his parents disappeared and he was surrounded by death eaters. Oh no!
"Harry Potter!" He recognized that hissing low voice and it sent shivers down his spine, "You thought you could end me?! A mere child?!" Voldemort ended his speech with a wheezy, hissy laugh and his death eaters followed. When Harry remained silent Voldemort narrowed his eyes at him and raised his hands.
Harry knew he should feel fear but he didn't and he was glad. He knew he would be having a panic attack if it wasn't for the calm that has filled him. The anger. He knew he was going to die but he wasn't scared, instead he looked forward to death. He was tired of this world filled with fear, dishonesty, and down right monsters. He didn't want to live anymore in a world that was already dead.
If he died right now he would be saved from dealing with all this nonsense. Then he thought of his friends, his new found family and remembered what his mom and dad had said. Do not trust everyone and anyone who shows you kindness. Was it a coincidence that everyone he had met on his very first day was friendly, that Ron had known what compartment to go to when he had walked the same corridor and many compartments were empty? That Hermione had shoved passed them as she cried. He now doubted everything that had happened all his life but was stopped from thinking too much when he felt excruciating pain that could only be from the Cruciatus Curse.
He heard himself let out a scream. A loud blood-curdling scream. His body dropped to the ground like dead weight as he heard laughter. All he knew was pain and laughter. Then it all stopped all at once and he felt his body spasming. His nerves were on fire and he wanted it all to stop. He shakily stood up and looked at the snake faced bastard in the eye and he felt laughter bubble in him. A dark smile crossed his face and he was sure if he saw himself he would shrink away from himself.
His eyes were glowing and his magic swirled around him. Dark green magic that every wizard and witch around him felt it. Felt how dark it was. Harry knew everything. And he was mad. He started chuckling then laughing. Mad, loud, dark laughter that sent chills down everyones' spines, including Voldemort.
"Do you realize that if you kill me you kill yourself? Your snake and I are the only ones keeping you alive Voldemore." His voice was cold and void of emotions and he didn't know where this came from but he knew he needed it, "I know you know that your other horcruxes are destroyed and only two remain: your first animal horcrux and your mistake horcrux. Your snake and I. The snake will be killed by someone, of that I am sure of and you plan to kill me don't you? Or cause me immense pain."
"You think you can scare me boy? Who do-" Voldemort, the one and only Dark Lord, was cut off and each and every death eater winced, including Bellatrix.
"No I do not think I scare you, I know I do. That much is clear with how much your breathing has picked up ever since I told you of my being your accidental horcrux. But it wouldn't matter really as I will die be it from your hand or another. It's your choice really." Never in his life has Harry thought that he would talk of his death, no less with the man who was set on making his life hell, like it was nothing at all. "Unlike you snakeman. I'm not afraid of death. Everyday of my life I expected death that never came, unfortunately. So now what are you going to do hmm?"
Before he could think of what he's doing, Voldemort had the Elder Wand raised and aimed at the boy in front of him. As he bellowed that wretched killing curse, he realized too late that he just fell for what the boy planned as soon as he saw Potter smirk. The green spell hit the boy and they both flew backwards. Voldemort didn't even realize that he dropped the wand and he collided against a tree.
"My Lord!" Bellatrix shrieked and ran to him. She tried helping him up but all that earned her was a slap. She stumbled back but knew better than to say or do anything other than remain still and hope she wasn't killed next. One thing her Lord hated was showing weakness or seeking help, both which were apparent the moment she tried to help him.
Everyone watched with bated breath as the Dark Lord approached the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Die. Watched as he kicked him with his foot. The boy didn't move at all. The Boy-Who-Lived was dead.
When Hagrid saw Harry on the forest floor, he collapsed onto his knees. Harry wasn't moving, much less breathing. Harry was dead and Hagrid didn't know what to do. He picked Harry's prone body as he was instructed but instead of moving towards the forest entrance, towards the school, they moved further in. He didn't understand and stopped in his tracks and no matter how much he was prodded, cursed or cussed at, he refused to move. He wanted to take Harry to Hogwarts, where he belonged.
"Move it you giant brute." He heard a voice bark at him. "Useless half-giant bastard! Move!" But Hagrid did not move at all. Not until they threatened to take Harry from him. Then he moved and they laughed. With the exception of Narcissa Malfoy. The mother was worried about her son. The son he left back at the castle that she wanted to go back for but knew she couldn't. Not with the Dark Lord set on travelling deeper into the forest. She glanced to her right, where Potter's head lolled side to side as the half-giant moved. She was a mother and nothing could stop a mother from seeing a child dead and not imagining her own in his place. She felt a pang in her chest that she quickly squashed down when she felt a familiar hand on her arm.
Bellatrix was a Black, just like Narcissa. They were sisters. She knew the expressions on her sister's face that she wanted Draco. Saw the pain when she looked at the Potter brat, whose skin was already very pale and his lips turning blue as they moved on. Bellatrix had never had a child of her own apart from-. She promised herself not to think about that if she didn't want them to realize she still remembers. She pushed the thoughts aside and walked to her sister and laid her hand on her arm.
Narcissa and Bellatrix shared a look for a long moment. Each understanding the other's pain. They even shared a tentative smile before the mask came on. The mask used to hide their pain, their fear and their happiness. A figurative mask that is necessary for every person who valued their life wore. To hide their true selves from the world that was set on seeing them hurt, away from those who wanted to see them suffer because they were forced to choose a particular path to follow.
They faced forward once more and moved on. They couldn't afford to show such weakness. They moved until their Lord decided to stop. They all halted and waited for their orders as always.
"Severus Snape is dead. I now own the Elder Wand of Death. And Harry Potter is also dead. The boy who had made our lives difficult is finally dead. Rejoice my servants, for we are now free. Dumbledore is dead. No more would he keep us from taking over Hogwarts and finally changing the wizarding world as a whole."
Did he seriously kill a 17-year-old boy, one of his devoted followers and an old man just so he can change the wizarding world? Change what exactly? Okay, so change of the bigoted views people had, the discrimination and bullying of dark wizards, but what else after that? Would he sit on his throne and watch people grovel at his feet? Some of the death eaters there were forced to get these marks because someone thought it was the right course of action. However, in the long run, they regretted it sooner or later. The regret is just starting to set in.
"As Potter said. Someone is going to kill Nagini and I cannot let that happen. We are going to take cover and acquire more forces before we strike Hogwarts and Wizarding Britain once and for all. "
No one in Hogwarts noticed the Invisibility Cloak on the floor in The Great Hall disappear as they tended to the injured, identified the dead and looked for Harry Potter. No Death Eater noticed the lump in Potter's pocket, Resurrection Stone, shrinking until there was nothing left but the snitch that housed it. Voldemort, who was too thrilled by the death of the wretched Potter brat, for some reason, didn't notice the Elder Wand disappear from his cloak pocket and was replaced by Potter's.
The Deathly Hallows had disappeared without a trace the day Harry James Potter died.