Soul Survivor: 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: Robo-Harry Response: When the Dementor attacked the Hogwarts Express, everything seemed to be okay, with the exception of Harry fainting. Well, they're half-right: yes, Harry fainted, but what woke up afterwards…I don't know. Can it still be called Harry James Potter?
Challenge Information: DZ2's 'Robo-Harry' Challenge: The Dementor attack was a success...perhaps not, right, Hogwarts? I mean, Harry's awake, walking, talking, eating, drinking, going to the toilet, having personal moments like any normal teenager and...oh...wait...is it just me or does he seem a bit...colder?
Rules: Dark or Evil Harry
The story MUST start, either with the Dementor on the train, the Dementor attack at the Quidditch Match, the Dementor horde assault near the lake or the Dementor attack by Umbridge in 5th year
After the attack is 'dealt with' Harry MUST seem different, mostly because he becomes colder, sarcastic, reckless/ruthless and unable to give a flying Fudge about what anyone else thinks
He MUST also develop a better sense of style in his clothing, as well as either healing his eyesight or getting a fancier pair of glasses
Hermione CANNOT figure it out and, if she does, it CANNOT be straight-away, especially since even she herself admits that there's nothing in her precious books about people surviving a Kiss
As a new and improved Harry, the no-longer-a-hero MUST forge alliances/friendships that really stick it to the meek, naive Gryffindors/Lightsiders
Harry's new attitude also makes him ravenous for 'getting some' from either males or females (or both) and, as a result, he becomes a bit of a player, even willing to offer intimacy for favours and, because of his bolder, sexier and more-badass attitude, hardly anyone seems able to resist (shame all they are to him is an itch he needs scratching, right?)
At least once, Harry MUST willingly throw/risk/sacrifice a friend/ally/classmate just to suit his own purposes
WHEN a certain Human Howler tries to get New-and-Improved Harry to curb his attitude, he MUST either just smirk at her, or basically destroy her verbally, giving her the full taste of her own medicine
All key pairings, if any, are welcome EXCEPT Harmony UNLESS Hermione willingly accepts and embraces Harry's new, better, darker attitude
Guidelines: Super/OP Harry
Dark-Lord Harry
Without a soul, Harry seems to be invisible/immune to Dementors, Boggarts and other emotion-stirring magical creatures now
Because of his lack of a soul, the Goblet's Magic can't stop Harry putting his name in willingly - or him putting anyone else's name in (why he might do such a thing is up to you: remember the rule about having a sacrificial lamb at least once.)
At least once, Harry willingly uses the word 'Mudblood' and/or badmouths/belittles/demeans/disavows himself of anything to do with his parents, Gryffindor, the Weasleys, Dumbledore or someone/something else that old Harry wouldn't have said or done
Harry threatens Remus - if 3rd year - or even Moody/Crouch - in 4th year - or Umbridge herself - if 5th year - to get what he wants
As proof of his threat to Remus, Harry invests in a silver knife or some other means of hurting people without a wand
Harry even goes so far as to threaten/blackmail/use Fudge and/or Lucius to suit his purposes
Harry feels sickened/weakened by his old wand, so he willingly breaks/destroys/loses it and forges/acquires a new one
Umbridge wants to recruit this better Harry Potter into the IS, but only if he can be leader (as Harry tells her)
Harry calls in debts he otherwise might have ignored (e.g. Petrified victims, Snape, Ginny, anyone he feels owes him one)
Harry frightens the Dursleys into realising he is the Alpha and they are the scum
Even Snape himself feels intimidated by Robo-Harry
Having no soul, Harry also seems to have perfect Occlumency barriers, allowing him to do Merlin-knows-what with anyone stupid enough to go wandering through his mind
Having no soul, Harry is unaffected by personality-altering/loyalty-compelling spells and potions, even the Imperius
If/When 'Moody' casts the Imperius on students, Harry actually asks him: so, have you done it yet?
Harry willingly gives Tom his blood and/or joins him
This new Harry does get a shot in against Sirius, reminding others of his promise to kill the guy when he found him
Sirius himself is terrified of New-Harry
Tom is terrified of New-Harry, especially since the lack of a soul has also negated their link
Slash
Proper-permanent-pairing Harems
In a bid to mask the truth, Harry indulges in other rebellious teenage vices (e.g. smoking, gambling, drink, drugs, skiving off, lazing about, screwing the rules cause he has money etc.)
Harry allows hero-worshippers and/or those obsessed with him - read: Colin, Romilda, Nigel, Dobby etc. - to become actual slaves and actually serve and worship him
A dark and terrifying prophecy speaks of the Soulless Saviour
Forbidden: Harry keeping his soul (even the Horcrux, before anyone asks)
ANYONE convincing/succeeding in pulling a Dean Winchester and getting Harry's soul back or getting him back to 'normal'
Harry letting others walk all over him
Hermione figuring things out instantly like the insufferable know-it-all she is
Harry NOT putting someone's head on the chopping block
Molly NOT being forced to confront reality courtesy of New-And-Improved-Harry
Harry NOT sleeping around, if only for favours or to scratch his itch
Harmony (UNLESS she accepts the new him)
Other than that, it's up to you...
Oh, and just in case you aren't familiar with it, the idea for this one came from SUPER SEXY Sam Winchester without a soul in Supernatural (thank you Dean Douche-chester, and the SPN writers, for spoiling that potentially-fun theme, only because you couldn't handle how much better than Dean-o Robo-Sam was.)
Author's Note: So, it's time for some fun and games and, well, what else needs to be said?
Don't like, don't read.
Recommended Reads: The Rise of the Last Potter by HPfanfictioner66, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch, Apex, Trickshot, Bonded, Damaged Raven and Dark Lord Potter by JustBored21, Dying to Live by ch4, Child of Azkaban by Fire and Starlight, The Dark Prince: Rebirth by TheDarkLover22, Broken Shackles by Black Infinity 1289, The Young Lord by SlytherinDarkHarry, His Loyal Pet by Just a Lonely Lorekeeper, Ignore the Dementor by NinjaPandaScholar and Aspirations by megamatt09
Key Pairing: Harry/Harem
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: Angel? Nope, Angelus!
Cold.
Darkness.
Screaming.
Pain.
Fear.
Sorrow.
Anger.
Then…nothing…
Nothing, but peace…quiet…safety…security…solitude…
And a feeling of contentment that seemed to last forever…
Soul
"Harry?"
'Or not…'
"Harry?"
Cracking his eyes open, thirteen-year-old Harry James Potter blinked owlishly as he saw the scared, curious and hopeful faces of his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, come into focus.
'Are they my best friends?' wondered Harry, even as he saw them shift out of focus again, making him feel confused, lost and a little uncomfortable, especially in his eyes, not to mention with how closely, if not obsessively, Hermione was leering at him, like he was a difficult book she was actually trying to read. 'Ye gods…does she have to be so close? I swear, I can actually smell ink on her breath…and what's he looking so gormless about?'
"Here…"
Suddenly, Harry's head snapped around as another voice, coupled with the sound of something breaking, told him that, at long last, the only other occupant of their compartment, Remus Lupin, was awake and, apparently, handing out chocolate, judging by the sizable slab that he offered Harry, while he explained, "Eat…it's all right; it's just chocolate. The best thing for you."
"I'm pretty sure my waistline might disagree, but, whatever; I'm a bit peckish, anyway," drawled Harry, but he accepted the chocolate regardless, while he also looked to Hermione with a smirk as he asked, "Also, unless you're planning on kissing me, Hermione, would you kindly get up off of me and let me breathe? Not that I mind, and neither does my not-so-little friend hiding in my boxer shorts."
"Harry!"
While Hermione actually managed to sound both offended and more-than-a-little outraged – actually more-outraged than embarrassed, Harry also couldn't help but notice – at the less-than-subtle innuendo, Harry saw Ron snort heavily into his hand as Harry pulled himself up, sliding back onto the seat as he munched away at the chocolate.
"Nice one, mate," laughed Ron, earning a weak smile from Harry.
Inside, however, Harry scowled, 'Well duh! Of course, it was a nice one; I mean, more than anything, she's practically trying to impale herself on my other wand with how she was climbing all over me in the first place. What did you expect me to say, Weasley? Oh, it's no trouble, I'm fine, thanks for screaming my ears off?'
As he finished polishing off the chocolate, Harry coughed once before he licked his lips, "Mmm, nice; is there any more?"
"I should probably go and offer some to the other students first, Harry," said Remus Lupin, earning a scowl from Harry.
'Oh great; another in-the-closet stalker-slash-paedophile who clearly thinks it's okay to use my first name like we're bezzie mates who grew up together from the cradle…and he's our new Defence Professor too,' thought Harry, turning his eyes away from the Professor, which, he guessed, look petulant, judging by how Hermione opened her mouth to say something, before Remus Lupin waved her off. 'And I thought Gilderoy Fake-Wig Lock-Fart was bad enough…oh wait, I forgot about the Greasy Ladle and his boss, Senor Twinkles!'
"If you'll excuse me, I need to go and have a word with the driver," said Remus Lupin, earning a snort from Harry that didn't go unnoticed.
"What's so funny?" asked Hermione, earning a shrug from Harry.
"Nothing," replied the emerald-eyed scion, before he licked the excess melted chocolate from his fingers, while he added, "I just find it pretty funny that a magical train that takes the same route year-in and year-out and has done for, probably, the better part of the last millennia, actually needs a driver, much less a conductor or anyone else on this bucket of bolts…I mean, apart from the nice lady with the treat trolley, I never even thought I'd see another adult until Mr Raggedy Man proved me wrong."
"Harry! He's a professor!"
"Hermione!" exclaimed Harry, trying and failing to match the pitch of her voice, as was evident by how he cleared his throat afterwards, "Damn! How do you do that with your voice? Meh, it's probably because you've got no dick or balls to stick in a vice."
"Language!"
"English," said Harry, earning another snort from Ron, before Harry turned his gaze on his half-amused and half-outraged companions. "Oh, and to finish what I started saying about the Raggedy Man who looks like he's been mauled by a pack of werewolves…we're not at school yet, ergo, he's not my professor just yet…so, do me a favour and, kindly, close the hole in your face, would you? I've already got a pretty bad headache forming thanks to the screams from that…um…Dementia Whatsit."
As Harry looked back to the window, however, he saw Ron and Hermione share a bewildered look, before Harry frowned, "What?"
"Um…" said Ron, tugging at his collar nervously before he added, "It's just…we didn't hear any screams, mate…let alone from that Dementor."
"So, I'm hearing voices?" drawled Harry, shrugging ruefully as he scoffed, while he looked to the now-rainy scene out of the window.
"Well then, something weird's happening: guess I must be at Hogwarts."
Soul
"It's raining…it's pouring…Snape's lessons are boring…"
"Harry, be serious!"
"Isn't he that escaped lunatic?" drawled Harry, earning yet another snort of amusement from Ron, the sound of which made Harry frown as he asked, "By the way, do you need a handkerchief, Ronald? You seem to be snorting quite a bit there…unless you're hoarding drugs, in which case…be a pal. Come on, share with me, please? Oh, come on, Ronald-mate, best pal, buddy of mine: after all, we're best mates, right?"
"Harry!"
"Present," said Harry, earning a dumbfounded look from Hermione, while Harry added, "Also, Hermione, just to remind you: we're sitting less than a foot apart from one another. You don't have to scream down half of Scotland every time you say my name; I mean, I thought your surname was Granger, not Weasley!"
"Hey!" exclaimed Ron.
"Horses eat that."
While both Ron and Hermione were left flummoxed by Harry's still-sarcastic, somewhat-cavalier attitude, the emerald-eyed scion looked out of the window, just as the train slowed down, indicating they were near Hogsmeade Station.
Though not before Harry sighed as, resting his head against the window, he continued his little ditty;
"I'm laughing…I'm crying…I wish Snape…was dying…"
Soul
"Ahh…home sweet home!"
"Harry? Are you all right?"
"No, I'm half-left," said Harry, earning yet another dumbfounded look from the other two, before Harry scoffed, "What? Ask a stupid question; get a stupid answer. Anyway, come on, let's get inside before…"
"Potter! Granger!"
"Before exactly that happens," drawled Harry, brushing stray droplets of the rainstorm that seemed to have greeted them at Hogsmeade from his hair, before he looked to Professor McGonagall as he asked, "Professor, how nice to see you again: is there something I've done wrong? I've not even had a chance to lie down in my new bed yet…wow, even for a Potter, that must be a new record, right?"
"What?"
"What?" mocked Harry, as the Professor reached them, before he nodded, "Oh, right: sorry, I thought you were Professor Snape…he's usually the one who screams my name across the school like that, you see? Maybe it's the robes…or maybe it's this face; just something about it makes people want to laugh, right? Anyway, what's up, Prof?"
"Come…come with me…"
"Why?" asked Harry, before he rolled his eyes as Hermione obeyed without question, though not before she glared at him again when he dared to question a teacher.
"Because we received word that you were taken ill on the train."
"And yet, as the man once said, I'm still standing better than I ever did…looking like a true survivor…feeling like a little kid…"
"Harry, do as Professor McGonagall says!"
"Nope-nope-nope-nope, don't want to," argued Harry, giving both Minerva and Hermione his sweetest, most-innocent-looking smile, before he added, "And, by the way, Hermione: I'd have at least thought the brightest witch of her age would have, at least, sang along with Mr John's big smash hit…or are you more a fan of nunnery hymns and lullabies?"
"Potter!"
"Yes, Snaponagall?"
"What?" asked Minerva, earning a shrug from Harry as he held up two hands.
"What? I took Snape, because you're clearly trying to impersonate him, and I added McGonagall and then I just…"
He clapped his hands together, clenching them into a fist, before he shrugged, "You know? Mesh-up: sort of like someone saying that me and Hermione getting hitched might be called a Harmony romance…or even someone like me and Draco being called a Drarry…what? Don't tell me you lot in the best school in the world don't have mashups?"
"Potter, enough!"
"I agree, Ma'am, it is enough," said Harry, before he walked past Minerva and a now white-faced Hermione, before he added, "We've got the Sorting to attend to and Hermione's got teachers' arses to kiss, so, while you go off and have your own student-teacher relations, I'm going into the Great Hall to watch the Sorting, stuff my guts and then, later, assuming Ron and the others don't mind, I might even beat off to the idea of my darling Quidditch teammates soaping up one another in the showers…ooh…I don't know what's a tastier image: Capitaine Ollie, as well as the hot and spicy Demons of Gryffindor, Gred and Forge or the three lovely Valkyries, Alicia, Angelina and Katie? Or both? Hmm…decisions, decisions…"
"Potter, come back here!"
Harry, however, seemed to have become a slave to his teenage fantasies as he walked away from McGonagall and Hermione without a second thought, much less any indication he'd heard them.
Soul
"And now we are all settled in and sorted…"
"Psst, hey, Ron?"
As Ron looked away from Dumbledore giving a speech, as he often did, Harry jerked his head towards the same Professor as he asked, "Is it my imagination or does Professor Dumbledore look a little…different this year?"
"What do you mean?" asked Ron, earning a shrug from Harry.
"I dunno…something about him seems less…grandfatherly, loving and trustworthy; now…well, he looks more like the kind of guy who'd be willing to sacrifice innocent lives in a war that shouldn't have to happen, just so one other guy, the main character, can die for the Greater Good."
Ron just looked completely thunderstruck, as Harry shrugged, "Also, his voice seems stronger than the last time I talked to him too…weird…ah well, this is Hogwarts."
Soul
"You!"
"Me," said Harry, as Hermione joined them at the table, though, as she did so, Harry frowned when he thought he saw a flash of gold just vanish underneath the collar of her robes; shaking his head, as though he believed it nothing more than a trick of the light, Harry looked to Hermione as he asked, "So, how'd the student-teacher conference go, Hermione? Tell me: is Snaponagall as grey downstairs as she is…"
Hermione's hand went up…
And so did Harry's.
And when it did so, Harry's smile went from sarcastic and mocking to cold, aloof and determined, as he shook his head before he told her, "Oh, I don't think so, Miss Granger…what do you think this is? Some lowbrow adventure where you can hit whoever you want and get away with it, but anyone goes to hit you or speak out and they get an earful, probably from Ronald's Mum?"
"Hey!"
"Tell me I'm wrong?" asked Harry, before he turned to Ron, who closed his mouth and nodded, before Harry added, "And, again, horses eat that, Ronald; anyway, I digress…"
He then looked back to Hermione as he continued, "Now, let me make this as simple as I can, even for someone like you to understand: if you ever lay a finger on me again, the only research you'll be doing is any I let you, because of how I will call in the debts you owe me, time and time again, and, basically, have you carrying my books around, doing my homework for me and, generally, acting like the insufferable know-it-all you truly are, but only because I, your lord and master, allow you to act like it!"
Hermione's hand quickly retracted, before Harry drew in a breath as he added, "And since we all know you'll only obsess over this, because you have a fetish about knowing more than everyone else here, let me fill in the blanks for you…the last time some lowly Muggle-raised piece of trash tried to make me put myself beneath her, I turned her into a Thanksgiving Day's Parade Balloon…and I liked it!"
Hermione actually backed away in fear, while Harry smiled as he added, "I know it was accidental magic and all, but, at the same time, I had an epiphany; one I thought I could wait at least 24 hours before putting into practice at Hogwarts, but then, those black ghost things came after us and…well, what can I say? I was weak and helpless before and nearly ended up a Basilisk's lunch because of it, so…you know…never again! And if that means alienating even you, little Miss I-need-to-know-all-the-answers-even-when-there's-a-Basilisk-roaming-around-not-to-mention-a-giant-troll…wow, that's a lot of names…"
"Harry, you…you can't…you're not…what happened to you?"
"I grew up, and decided to start acting on my own steam and under nobody's power, but me, myself and mine!" insisted Harry, before he winked at Hermione as he added, "And, if you don't like it, Granger, then you can just go running back to the bathroom to weep and hope somebody takes pity on you all over again…I know Myrtle's probably gotten bored waiting for a rival to her whining…hmm…Grumpy Granger? Nah, that doesn't work; Gormless Granger? Well…no, it doesn't have the right touch…ooh, I know…how about Hopeless Hermione? Helpless Hermione? Hasn't-Got-A-Friend-Who-Won't-Use-Her-For-Her-Copycatting-Ways-Hermione?"
As Hermione saw fit to run as far down the table as she could, if only to get away from Harry, the emerald-eyed scion shook his head.
"Nah, too many words to waste on a nightmare like her…ah well, potatoes, Ronald?"
Wow, talk about cruel…heartless…careless…thoughtless…hmm…makes you wonder, doesn't it?
What happened to Harry to, basically, break his chains, turn his muzzle into ashes and leave him as free as a bird to tell it like it is, even at the risk of sounding like a certain Ravenclaw blonde we know and love?
Also, who's next on his hit-list, now that he seems to have finally managed to get Granger to take a hint?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Harry's reign of newly-reborn terror continues: the next target? Someone he really hopes gives him an excuse…after all, a low-level debt is one thing, but when you owe this Harry your life? Run! Just…run!
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