Blackout: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.

Plot: Harry Potter is said to be the poster boy for the light, but after being sent through the Nine Circles of Hell, he emerges as something that's a lot of things, but a hero? Not bloody likely. If anything, I'd say the light's well-and-truly gone out.

Author's Note: So, I imagine this particular story will either trigger some good and bad memories, or resurrect nightmares you all probably thought were long-since over. Oh, my foolhardy faithful friends, don't you know? Evil always finds a way to return. As is the case with what, I have to say, is my darkest story idea EVER – do you disagree? Interesting…I'd love to hear more – and the chaos, madness and monstrous thoughts, images and ideas that were spawned from it and throughout it.

Still, get ready for darkness incarnate.

And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF TORTURE, VIOLENCE, BLOODSHED, HARSH LANGUAGE, INCLUDING MASS CUSSING FROM MINORS, REFERENCES TO ACTS BETTER LEFT UNSPOKEN AND THEMES OF A NATURE BEFITTING THE 'HORROR' GENRE AND THE M-RATING OF THIS STORY!

So, if you're actually brave enough to continue, remember now…

YOU WERE WARNED!

Recommended Reads: Damaged Raven, Dark Lord Potter and Apex by JustBored21, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, The Downward Spiral Saga – Harry Potter and the Homecoming, Harry Potter and Salazar's Legacy, Harry Potter and the Year of Broken Chains, Harry Potter and the Return of the Lost, Harry Potter and the Dirge of Hope and Harry Potter and the End of War – by BolshevikMuppet99, Harry Potter and The Ashes of Chaos and Harry Potter and the Perversion of Purity by ACI100, The Dark Lord Peverell-Slytherin (Rewrite) by Ares Peverell-Slytherin, Circular Reasoning by Swimdraconian, Blood Crest by Cauchy, Darkly Dreaming Harry by Lineape, Worthy of Magic by Raul Fictitious, Path to Power by sirius009 and A Darker Shade of Magic by TheSonofTartarus77

Key Pairing: Evil Harry/Lavender

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

BOOK 1: Prelude To A Nightmare

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

It was just supposed to be another day.

At least, for seven-year-old Harry James Potter, this was supposed to be the case.

As was normal for him, he spent the day at school, being told he was a freak – mostly by his oafish cousin and his pack of jackals – and made to look, act and feel like a waste of space. Then, at dinner, he was forced to miss his meagre rations, in favour of being chased around the playground in a fun game of Harry Hunting, only to either be caught and have the snot kicked out of him, or escape and live to see another hour.

Then, at the end of the day, he was to go home, where he would be yelled at, blamed for everything that went wrong and, again, made to feel like he didn't belong, only to be thrown into the cupboard under the stairs, without supper, and somehow made to fall asleep and become lost in the darkest nightmares and curiosities that would never be sated.

Only for him to be forced to wake up by the sound of his Aunt Petunia shrieking bloody murder at him as he started another day of hell.

Yes, it was meant to be just another day…

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And, for the most part, it was!

Right up to the point where, just as his Aunt and Uncle went to lay down for the night and do…whatever it was the grownups did in their bedroom, the front door to Number Four, Privet Drive was blasted off its hinges, causing Uncle Vernon to kick up a shitstorm of a fuss.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH US? GET OUT OF MY…"

From his small space in the cupboard under the stairs, Harry saw an eerily, if not alarmingly-familiar green flash illuminate the space under his cupboard door, before, for the first time since Harry knew him, Uncle Vernon was silenced. Seconds later, a shrill scream courtesy of Aunt Petunia saw Harry huddle into a ball, though not before he heard his Aunt's window-smashing voice screaming bloody murder.

"YOU'RE HERE FOR THE FREAK, AREN'T YOU? HE'S IN THE CUPBOARD: JUST TAKE HIM AND LEAVE US NORMAL PEOPLE A…"

A second green flash saw Petunia Dursley shuffling off the mortal coil.

Not that Harry knew this.

The only thing he knew was a sudden burst of light as his cupboard door was flung open, before he felt someone grab him arm tightly, accompanied by a dizzying, overwhelmingly-sickening feeling of nausea, vertigo and discomfort all rolled into one.

Then, Harry Potter was gone.

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Unbeknownst to Harry, as he vanished from Privet Drive, the ones who'd come for him made sure no more Dursleys would ever be seen in Little Whinging ever again.

In fact, the raging inferno left in their wake pretty much ensured nobody would be seen in Privet Drive ever again.

As the raging, overwhelming force of Fiendfyre tearing through the neighbourhood wiped the supposedly nice and normal street off the map.

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And yet, even though the environment was destroyed, if not left barren and desolate, curiously, this destruction didn't seem to affect a series of monitoring wards, or the magic that might have kept the one targeted by the wards safe as houses.

Not that the one responsible for the wards would notice this…

Not until it was way past too late to do anything about it.

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Pain.

Agony.

Torment.

Near-death levels of raging distress!

Call it what you will; Harry was pretty sure he was experiencing it; after being taken, by force, from his home in Little Whinging, he was dragged unceremoniously into a small room – though, admittedly, not as small as his cupboard had been – where, without so much as an explanation, his kidnappers strung him up by his wrists, before they proceeded to strip the small boy bare.

Once his captors had him naked to the elements, Harry opened his mouth, if only to ask them what was going on, though not before his questions were suddenly cut off by wave upon wave of bone-jarring, nerve-shattering pain. The agony felt much worse than any other pains that he could ever remember feeling, be it in the fun games of Harry Hunting, or during his punishments at the hands of his Uncle. At the same time, his small, underdeveloped voice let out a loud, earth-shattering, heart-wrenching scream of agonising torment as he felt his body thrash and flail, even though he couldn't tell what was causing the pain.

He would have called the source of such torment magical, were it not for the fact that he'd had it drilled into him time and time again that, in his Uncle's words…

THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!

So, with no idea what was causing the pain, or why he was being hurt so badly in the first place, Harry was left to do the only thing he could.

Scream.

Beg.

And pray that the torment would end soon, if only so he could find out why he was being hurt in the first place.

So, a dark beginning and, unlike the former version of this story, this time, we see exactly what might have caused Harry to become what he may yet still become: not a hero, but a monster that even Lucifer might flee from: can he endure this?

Also, why would the wards not acknowledge the fact that Harry's not even there anymore, much less that Durzkaban have been left in ashes? Could it be, yet again, that a certain senile old coot who thinks he's a modern God and Merlin got it wrong once again?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: The 'not-magic' torment continues, though not before Harry discovers what it is that his kidnappers want with him, but what's this about him surviving something called the Un-survivable Curse? And why would he know how he did it? After all: there's no such thing as magic…uh-oh…wrong answer, Harry;

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