A/N: Alright guys, I'm back with a new story. Want to set up a couple of things upstart.
- Harry Potter and everything affiliated with it belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
- It's very OOC.
- The story of Harry Potter is not the one you know. James and Lily live. Voldemort happened but not the way you think.
- Story will jump through multiple timelines.
Now, the main part. I'M NOT A WRITER. I know you must be thinking 'why would I invest my time in reading this guy's story when he doesn't even have confidence in his own work.' Believe me, I do, sometimes a little too much. But my writing prowess can't match with what my brain comes up with. Most of the brilliant ideas never make it to page because I can't come up with words to describe them. I'm not kidding when I say that you're really missing out on the shit I come up with. Fortunately, this idea has come into fruition and here we are.
Another important detail: This story is written from a third person objective POV. Meaning it has a neutral narrator and you will not be privy to any characters thoughts. It will only be through my description of their actions, tone, facial expressions that you will know what they are thinking, feeling etc. In other words, you're fucked. I have tried my best write it this way but I can assure you I will fail. I chose this style because I felt this would be best for the mystery and I didn't wanted to get inside anyone's head and let the characters deduce what they are thinking.
Disclaimer: This story contains the following trigger warnings: Very dark themes, suicidal thoughts, graphic violence, explicit description of violence and injury, explicit language, explicit sexual content, Blood and gore, Drug abuse, Drug addiction, smoking, alcohol abuse, etc.
Once again I want to reiterate that this is a very dark story. Please read through the warnings under disclaimer that you are okay with everything and if not, I'll kindly ask you to skip this story. With that said, without further ado...
Prologue
Saturday, February 2013, Oxfordshire
Exterior, Godstow Rd – Night
It was a joyous site. The entire atmosphere breathed life and oozed with energy and vibrancy. Flashing lights lit up the side of buildings and created contrasting patterns that changed every few seconds as the deafening cacophony drowned out the absolute pelting of rain.
People didn't seem to care one bit and were determined to not let the terrible weather ruin their night of fun. Traffic was moving at a snail's pace, mainly because of the long line that started from the club's entrance situated between a strip joint and a sports bar, and stretched all the way to the traffic lights at the end of the street. The line ran diagonal across the street as restaurant owners kept shouting obscenities to keep off the footpath.
People standing in the line weren't particularly following an orderly conduct as everyone was pushing and pulling each other, while some who weren't even in the line were trying to squeeze in, unnoticeable. The crowd was young, wild and inhibited, just like the night.
Despite all the verbal abuse being shouted at and everyone drenched to their knickers, it was hard press to find a face without a smile.
Due north, further along the street that wasn't the case where a row of half a dozen identical townhouses were lined up next to each other, on either side of the road. It was a huge disparity in terms of noise as by the time the hubbub floated over it was nothing more than a soft whisper. That was also mainly due to the volume of people as only a handful crowded the footpath, and unlike the throng of hell-raisers creating a huge ruckus down the middle and further south of the street, they seemed more than eager to get out of this retched weather as the rain started coming down even heavier.
Loud splashes bounced off the windows of the townhouses as people tried to zig zag their way through the puddles.
One particular splash landed all the way up to balcony window of the second to last house as a boy wearing a hoodie jumped right into a deep puddle. A small square table and a wooden chair sat on the balcony. The interior of the house was hidden behind the curtains.
Interior, 11 Godstow Rd
Darkness. Pitch black. The clinking of the rain against the windows maintained a steady rhythm, unlike the uneven and ragged wheezing noises emanating from somewhere in the room. There was another sound, similar to water drops slowly dripping down the sink when the tap isn't properly turned off. But like the heavy breathing it didn't seem to follow a pattern.
CRASH!
A thundering sound of glass shattering rung across the room. It came from downstairs. The crash put an immediate stop to the rough panting.
"Oh, bloody buggering hell!" exclaimed a gruff voice from downstairs.
A few seconds later the panting came back with full force with a blood curdling cough as if it had been physically hurting to hold it in.
The sound of walking reached the top floor. It sounded somewhat ominous as a squeaking noise was produced with every step.
The wood creaked under the weight of footsteps as they climbed up the stairs. The noise getting louder with every step, not dissimilar to the panting.
The creaking stopped. The breathing didn't.
"Sorry about that, Bruno" said the man with the gruff voice. "Don't worry, I cleaned up the mess"
The familiar clomp of boots signaled him walking further inside the room. The squeaking became even more prominent.
"Funny thing isn't it. Darkness. No one can survive it much less live in it. Unless you're a creature, of course, and even then, it's rare."
He stopped walking.
"But I believe if you truly want to become invincible, you not only have to survive in the dark but you have to master it. It should be like second nature to you, like picking up a spoon."
"Please-"
"Uh huh... shush. Let me finish"
A whimper filled the small gap of silence.
"Shush...As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted that once you have mastered the darkness, and I'm not just talking about the colour that surrounds us right now but the one inside you, because let's be honest, we're all filled with it, nothing can stop you"
He took a step.
"And"
"Another step.
"I"
Followed by another thump.
"have"
Another squeak.
"been"
Another.
"born"
The wood creaked.
"in"
A bright blue light glowed from the tip of a wand, basking the entire room in it as he took one more step and crouched down.
His masked face came into view as he growled "IT!".
His face was completely covered except a hole near his mouth and two small slits over his eyes. It was made of metal and hung to his face like a second skin but had no straps that held it in place.
He put his wand on the floor, on a pool of blood, with the tip facing forward and stepped back, his right hand holding a plate with a sandwich. He was wearing beige colored coat and black trousers. A pair of black work boots completed his outfit.
The wand sat right under the head of Bruno, who was hanging upside down in midair, near the back wall. The projection of his shadow was twice the size of him. However, unlike the man staring down at him, he was completely bare except the blood that was dripping down from various parts of his body.
His nails were all chopped off, and both of his thumbs were severed. There were two cuts on both his cheeks and one on his forehead. A large gash ran across his abdomen but the blood had almost dried. Moving up, his knee caps were completely shattered and an edge of a bone was peeking out from his right calf.
The man with the mask walked over to the side and dragged a chair to place it right in front of his victim, who was letting out gut-wrenching sobs.
He sat down and crossed his right leg over his left as he sat the plate over his lap. "Don't worry, I'll clean it up and leave it back where it belongs before I leave" he said over a mouthful, motioning at the plate. "Mmmmm" he moaned, closing his eyes. He took another large bite before opening his eyes.
His lips curled at the side as stared Bruno and up and down before locking his eyes with his.
"What are we going to do with you, Bruno"
"Pl-please...I've told you...ev-everything" Blood sputtered out of Bruno's mouth with every word.
The masked man nodded his head. "I know. You have been truthful to your word" He took another bite. "I'll be forever grateful to you for that" He waited till he stopped chewing before continuing. "And I'm not being facetious."
"Please...I have a family"
He was about to take another bite but stopped as his right eye twitched. Slowly, he put the sandwich down and lifted his gaze. Even hiding behind the mask, there was no mistaking the expression on his face. His eyes raged with fire and his entire body started shaking. He stood up, the plate dropping to the floor and cracking in half, the half-eaten sandwich splattered across the floor.
He pointed his hand toward his wand. "Accio!" he commanded. The wand came flying back to him. "You'll know what real pain feels like now" he growled as he lifted his wand up and made a sideways downward motion.
A second later Bruno's cock landed on the blood right under his head.
"AAAAH!"
He twirled his wand while pointing at his right leg and the bone that had been sticking out, flew out of his skin and speared into the back wall.
"AAAAH!" Bruno's screams echoed off the walls as his right arm were severed off his shoulder. He went limp with one final agonizing screech.
"LOOK AT ME!" He walked over to him and gripped his jaw tightly, forcing Bruno to open his eyes. "I want you to memorize my face because it will be the last thing you see." With that, he ripped off his mask.
He pointed his wand between Bruno's eyes and whispered "Selvate"
Bruno's eyes turned red before blood seeped out from his eyelids and ran down his cheeks.
"AAAH! AAAH!...AAAAAHH!"
"Silencio" he whispered, when he heard the main door opening.
Bruno's voice turned mute but the agony was visible on his face.
"Alright kids, behave now. Remember, Dad is sleeping. We don't want to wake him up, alright" Bruno's eyes went wide as the man put the mask back on before he stood up. He smirked down at him as Bruno shook his head.
He rotated his wand to the left, reversing the charm.
"Pl-please..."
"Pity" he murmured. "I wanted you to suffer...like I did. Too bad" He pointed his wand at him. "Avada Kedavra"
A green beam of light lit up the room as Bruno went still. The power of the spell knocked the chair back into the wall.
"What was that" came the same voice from downstairs.
"Mum..."
"Don't worry, Zoey, mummy will go and check. Ryan, stay with your sister"
The masked man spared one last look at Bruno before he disapparated.
He apparated on to the roof top and sat down, the ceramic tiles glinting under the street lights. He stretched his legs out before lying down on his back and expanding his arms wide, getting drenched in a matter of seconds
"AAAAAAH! AAAAAAH!"
A blissful smile spread his lips apart as the shrieks kept getting louder. Soon, two other voices joined in as he rolled to his side and tucked both hands under his head. He inhaled a deep breath before closing his eyes.
A/N: As always guys, place your comments below and let me know your thoughts. I know this chapter was really small but don't worry future chapters will be close to my average length, which is around 8000 words per chapter. Take care guys and I'll catch you on the flip side.
Disclaimer: Weekly updates. I'm gonna work really hard to make it happen.