The family living in 4 Privet Drive is ideal for the families living in Privet Drive. A diligent husband who works really hard to feed his family makes their life luxurious, a beautiful wife who takes care of her home, family and makes their life easy and a good son who's going the same pathway as his father to become a great man. Their perfection can be judged by their immaculate garden. They're also so kind as to take their compulsive liar and criminal nephew. No one can feed the person who screams randomly as if his family is beating him. Seriously, he should have been grateful to live with such noble people instead he makes their lives difficult, so people in Privet Drive support them by ignoring whenever he tries to do such things and of course they keep their family members away from him. Ungrateful freak.

That ungrateful freak is currently lying on his bed, suffering from high fever. For the past 1 week his health has been deteriorating, he is having a rotation of burning high fever and ice severe chills. It all started last week with an itchy sensation in the whole body that increased to needle pricking as the time passed. Now it feels like someone is nailing him in whole body, especially in the chest region. This is very alarming because he rarely gets sick which is one of the best things to happen to him as his 'family' would rather let him die than spend an extra penny on him and hospitals are expensive.

This is his worst summer; it started with Dumbledore's order members telling his uncle about his godfather. His godfather's criminal image was something that has kept him relatively safer with Dursley, but they had taken that protection from him. His uncle has taken 2 years of ire on him, it still surprised him that he didn't die. He is covered with bruises. Luckily he refused to come near him when he saw him sick, which has given his body time for healing. He didn't know that leaking information that his 'insane and criminal' godfather had died was intentional or not, but he had paid the price. Ohh how he hates his family. He would have killed them if he could, but he couldn't without severe repercussions. 'Patience Potter, you only have to suffer one more year than you'll be free' he consoled himself again for the 10th time since last hour. He'll avenge when time will be right.

Aahh, he groaned softly as he felt another icy chill, it is happening whenever he thinks about death, especially when killing his family, he noted. As if something inside him stirred, like a coiled snake ready to strike, to fulfil that wish.

This all again reminded him of his Godfather, his only family left, who was lost because of Snape and Dumbledore. You must be asking why he was blaming them when it was his fault not to learn occlumency. That's where you are wrong. He is master in occlumency as well as legilimency. It was a requirement when you're dealing with Dumbledore. So when Snape was asked to teach him a warning bell started ringing. Which confirmed when Snape started legilimency on him without giving him any instructions except 'clear your mind'. It was as if he was trying to overhaul his mind for every piece of information. Fortunately, illusionary occlumency is his expertise, so he showed him what he wanted to show. He also showed him visions of hallways of DOM intentionally so he can know anything about it, but Snape didn't tell him anything nor did Dumbledore.

He knew this all was Dumbledore's plan to know how much Voldemort has excess to his mind. He is just fed up with old codger's manipulation and being his chess piece. But he can't free himself as that old ass has somehow become his magical guardian, so he has a tight leash over him. Luckily he has sneakily taken control over his estate with the help of goblins, but the same can't be said about his seats and political powers. Hence he is waiting for his 17th birthday to free himself that old manipulative fart.

Oh he is not deluded enough to think that his problem will end with him out of control, no they'll end when Voldemort would end because that's the end goal of Dumbledore he guesses. After that he hopes he'd be left alone. And he'll also find to kill Dumbledore painfully without letting anyone know for making his life living hell. People think he considers Dumbledore next Merlin which cannot be further from the truth. He has more respect for Voldemort than he has for Dumbledore, at least he's not afraid of getting his hand dirty rather than sitting in the background and making his minion do his dirty work so his name remains always clean. Don't get him wrong, he's not saying he'll not end Voldemort he'll do it not only because he hates him for killing his parents which he thinks is entirely mutual but also Voldemort won't stop until he'll kill him because of that bloody prophecy. It still astonishes him that despite being a supposed genius Voldemort believes that shit without questioning because he's been questioning it since Dumbledore had told him. Like why did Dumbledore interview a professor in a dingy pub. Isn't it a little too convenient that the so-called seer told a prophecy when she was in the interview for divination post. Why did Dumbledore interview without silencing the room first? He knows from experience that Dumbledore doesn't do anything without thinking and he doesn't miss anything. And why they both think that the prophecy child would be going to be an unborn child rather than some grown up, because prophecy said The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… 'approaches' not born, anyone could have been him whose parents had somehow defeated Voldemort when he was roaming around for knowledge. Why put all this on the shoulders of an unborn baby?

He has not forgotten about how recklessly he had handled the situation. In his defence he doesn't know how Voldemort can send any vision to him with his shield. It is as if it comes from inside, from within his barrier. But no matter what his defence is, it doesn't change the fact that he has lost his only remaining family. The hurt of losing him has not receded even a little. He still can see Sirius fading in that blasted veil whenever he closes eyes. But somehow he feels that Sirius is now at a better place, with his loved ones. He is not blind from the fact that Sirius's mental state was not good and cooping inside that house and the guilt he felt constantly only worsened it. Not only that he had not processed properly the loss of his best friend in the azkaban so the grief would have been so much to handle. Hence if somehow he finds peace wherever he is, Harry would be more than happy for him. He wished that there would have been a way to free his godfather but there wasn't. Even if he proved that Sirius wasn't the secret keeper, the murders of 13 muggles can not be proved without Pettigrew.

Clock is reaching the time of his birth and the pain also increased. Now his body feels sharp pain all over the body. He curled up on himself to try to fend off the pain he was feeling, but it really was not doing much to help, if anything he thought it might actually be making it worse. He hurt everywhere. His arms, his legs, his bones, he was pretty sure that his nails were also hurting. It just felt like he was being crucioed by Voldemort again and again. Loud screams tore from him and he thrashed as he felt something was ripping apart in chest.

"Boy, you'll get silent this moment or I'll take your voice," he heard his uncle's angry voice but he was beyond caring. He felt his whole body was on fire, cold icy fire. He screamed again to find some relief but nothing happened.

Suddenly the door barge opened very loudly, then his stomach was punched hard. He felt as if his gut was going to come out. A wave of rage wash over him, he'll kill that whale that is his uncle. Large amount of magic flared from him. So large that his uncle threw a few feets away.

"you used that freaky thing on me boy. I'll beat it out of you even if I have to kill you," his uncle shouted. He bet his face has turned purple like a purple painted walrus.

Another very hard punch landed on his chest and one on his hip. The pain Harry was feeling turned into rage, burning cold rage, building within his gut and spread through his blood. When another punch came into his direction he grabbed the fat meaty hand with the strength no one can imagine possible for such a petite boy. His eyes shot wide open, green iris shining like luminescent pigment, power swirling inside them. Vernon faltered a little, but he had oppressed this boy whole life so he knew the freak couldn't do anything to him, or so he thought.

"You filthy muggle, you dare to touch me," Harry said in a deadly calm voice. He pushed Vernon and got up from the bed with the grace of a panther. He could feel that rage bubbling and building, numbing anything else in his body. It was unlike anything he had felt before but it was giving him a heady feeling. One that Harry wouldn't normally associate with rage. His skin prickled at the contact from his Uncle and as if some other force was controlling his body, Harry brought his hands up and gripped his Uncle's throat. Vernon's face has turned white, fear shone in his eyes but he stood defiant.

"Stop this instant freak. That old man can go to hell I'll kill you," Vernon shouted, but backed a step seeing the blankness but illuminating eyes in his nephew's face.

Harry felt strangely calm as he felt this icy fire sensation dance across his skin and down to the fingertips currently encircling his Uncles' fat neck. He was numb to all outside stimulus, detached from what was happening; the power high acting as a screen to filter how he processed his actions and emotions. All Harry could see was his Uncles' hideous face as it slowly started turning grey and the power high he was feeling in the process.

With a shrill piercing scream his uncle or now his dead body falls. Another scream made Harry come out of his dazed to glance at Dudley and Petunia standing in the door looking at him with wide eyes with various emotions, anger and fear prominent in them and Aunt was still shrieking, calling for his uncle. His Uncle was a grey corpse, all life drained out of him and slumped in a heap on the floor.

Harry stared wide-eyed at the man. Had he done that? Harry couldn't even fully remember what he had done but he remembered that feeling. The icy fire and power he had felt. All he remembered was the hatred he felt towards his Uncle and his body acted in his accord sucking a energy sort from his uncle. How did he do this? Did his magic do this?

Noise of people ascending the stairs heard. Harry was still looking at the dead body trying to figure out what had just happened and barely registered Moody's peg leg coming into view when a red light hit him in the chest sending him into darkness.

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Groaning, Harry opened his eyes. He was stiff and achy. What the hell had happened? His head is muddled. He remembered being in a fevered, itchy, pain from last week and then suddenly it was all great. Then it increased. He had screamed disturbing his uncle, and his uncle came to punish him. He had felt rage towards him, urged to kill that fat loaf but it was unlike anything he had ever felt. Granted he has always hated his family and has planned to kill them but that feeling was not like his usual anger. He has pushed his uncle after that everything is disoriented. What happened then...wait did his Uncle die? Wait...did he kill his Uncle? He guessed so, he remembered the grey lump of his uncle.

He groaned again and blinked his eyes to clear them a bit. After a few blinks, he was able to see clearly again. Wait he is not wearing glasses, how is he seeing clearly? What is happening? Where is he? Did Death Eaters manage to find his house? Has he been captured? He was laying on some kind of rigid bed with a stiff mattress.

He moved a bit and moaned as his stiff body resisted. But somehow he managed to sit up. Looking around, he saw a decent size, poorly lit room bare of everything except that lumpy bed and the entrance door. He tried to release some of his magic to survey any ward around the room, but his magic felt bound. Then he noticed a cuff on his hand. Fuck, magic dampening cuff, but it only used by ministry on most dangerous criminals, if he remembers correctly, so they can't do any possible wandless magic. Who put this thing on him? Is he captured by ministry for murdering a muggle? But how did they know? Can they trace wandless magic, he hadn't tried it because of the same reason. Then his thoughts went to the cause of this situation. How did he kill him? It can't be his normal magic because his family would have died long ago if it's his normal magic reacting to his emotion. It was like he had sucked life out of that fat beef. Sucking life, he knows only one type of magic that deals with life and death; necromancy. Did he do some kind of necromancy, but how? It can only be done by a necromancer. How does one become a necromancer? Not much is available about necromancy and necromancer. He only knew about them as he was researching Voldemort's power in the last war. He did create an army of inferi, is he a necromancer? Dumbledore had said Voldemort had transferred some power to him, so did he also transferred this like parseltongue. It'd be dead useful if he had like the parseltongue had. But why is it manifested now? Parseltongue had always been part of him, he remembered talking to a garden snake while weeding when he was four. But he has never felt that powerful icy fire like magic running in his veins. He was very angry, yes, but that wasn't the first time. And the feeling of sucking the life, it was as if lightning was transferring through him except without burning him. So much energy was there. Do dementors feel the same way? Did de come in some sort of creature inheritance making him demeter, he panicked at thought. No no no, no one can just transform into them. But knowing his luck anything can be possible.

But now foremost where is he? He remembered someone stunning him, who were they? When he became so negligent that someone stunted him without his notice. Merlin his mind was going to explode and his magic is feeling weak, wards must be also present. He was reeling all of this when the door opened and 3 people entered. First one was the person who he knows put his nose is everybody's business; Albus Dumbledore, other is the disfigured paranoid dark wizard catcher Moody and there is another man with shoulder length grey hair and blue eyes seems to be in his 50s or 60s with a scowl in his face. He didn't know this man but he looked at him in disgust.

"Harry, I'm glad that you are awake now," Dumbledore spoke, his voice still gentle. Harry might have been more willing to buy the grandfather act if he knew this man is manipulating his whole life.

"Professor, what's happening?" He rushed out. Eager to know anything, even a spec about his current situation "Please, sir. What is going on? How my uncle died, am I possessed again, sir? Because I don't know how he died," he pleaded and he was not wrong, he didn't know how he did it.

"Yes, my boy, and that is what is most troubling." Dumbledore said, with a most sorrowful face, even more than when he told him about the prophecy. This is giving a very high red signal to Harry. This is going wrong, very very wrong.

"What?" Nerves twisted in his gut and trepidation growing leaps and bounds, "What's happening, please?"

"What's happening is that you are Dark Potter," Moody growled out in disgust.

Harry gaped. "Are you serious? How can you say that? It's me! Harry. I'm just Harry. I'm not Dark," he pleaded, '' how do they know, where did he go wrong "Believe me sir, I don't know how my uncle died. My body acted in its accord. I didn't mean to do anything. Professor Dumbledore, you know me, even if I don't love them I don't want them to die. Please tell them I didn't mean to do anything," white lie, he knew but anything to get out of this situation.

"It is about your Uncle, my boy, but more importantly it is what you have become." Dumbledore said gravely.

Harry's mind was racing. Dumbledore knows something, which isn't something new, as Dumbledore has to be all-knowing but he has to know that. What has he become? Merlin, he doesn't know where this all is going.

"What I have become, professor what are you talking about," he asked, he didn't like the begging sound in his voice but like he said anything to get out of this situation.

"You are an evil dark wizard, maybe always have been. I think that's how you survive the killing curse and get the inheritance of a soul sucking necromancer," the gray haired wizard spited with disgust but fear could be seen in his eyes.

"Rufus," the old headmaster chided. Ohh, this is Rufus Scrimgeour, newly elected minister, Hermione had informed him but he is not a subscriber of daily prophet so he didn't know how new minister looks like.

"Necromancer, what's that? You know I am not dark, Professor, my whole family has fighted against it. I have lost my parents and fought against them since I was a year old for Merlin sake," he tried again, but internally his mind was reeling at the information. He had come to some kind of inheritance, must be magical inheritance, where magical core witches and wizards develop fully and if they have some special power it also gets activated. So his special power is necromancy. Morgana saggy tits, it is getting more complex. He'll come to it later but now the current problem.

"Harry I know you are not evil but, you have become something that our world has no capability to deal with. Necromancy is a magical power that allows you to take anyone's life. You know Voldemort's threat is looming over our head. We can not take any other dark thing into our world and destroy our peace,"

"What are you saying professor, you know I am the prophecy child. Maybe this is the special power that prophecy had talked about," he said hopefully, maybe this can convince Dumbledore that he is dead useful.

"It can, my boy, but..I can't allow you to use it. It's only my fault, knowing you can become as dark as Voldemort. I didn't do anything. I thought you can fulfil the prophecy before you die but now I can't allow it," Dumbledore said, looking a little far away for a couple of seconds.

"what that supposed to mean. You..you were planning my death from the start, you…you want to live just for the sake of prophecy. You are raising me like…a pig to slature," Harry shouted but his speech was laced with dejection and broke at many places. He knew Dumbledore had some sort of plan for him, making him saviour but the old 'gentle' wizard wanted him to die was not something he had imagined. It is hurting like someone has stabbed him, doing so much, so much of sacrifice, and this is how it's going to end. No it would not.

"I am sorry, my boy," he said with remorse.

"Our people has decided to give you dementor kiss," Rufus Scrimgeour chimed

"Headmaster, I have given my whole life for your cause and that's how you're going to pay," he said looking directly in the blue eyes behind the half-moon glass. There was no twinkle in his blue eyes, just sadness and guilt.

"For greater good Harry. Please try to understand," Dumbledore begged.

"you're talking about giving me a dementor kiss, and you have the guts to tell me to understand," he shouted again.

"I know I am asking too much, but I can't let any darkness in such a peaceful world. I can't let dark wizard you and Voldemort live. I am sorry," the headmaster said.

"You'll regret this Dumbledore with every moment you manipulate me. I'll destroy you and your perfect world," he said in a small but firm voice. He can see Dumbledore getting shocked with his declaration and maybe because of his emotionless voice and blank face. He has shoved all this in the tightest and strongest shield he can muster.

"You can't do anything boy, you'll be kissed at the first hour of tomorrow. You can't go outside, the wards will kill you. the cuff will suck your magic out. Let's go Albus" Moody said in the most emotionless voice. He didn't see any remorse or guilt, no even a bit. He turned around and left, thumping his wooden leg. Rufus Scrimgeour was next not before throwing an utter look of disgust and anger. Albus Dumbledore was last looking at him with so much guilt and remorse.

"I am sorry Harry," he said with a very small voice laced with the guilt he was feeling

Harry didn't reply, just looked at him with the hatred he had hidden for so long for his so-called mentor with the feeling of betrayal. He'll make him pay. Seeing the betrayal and hate on his boy, Dumbledore left with head hung low for the first time since his duel with his lover.

After they left, he just sat and let all things sink in. Apparently, he had come in his magical inheritance of necromancer (What it entails he doesn't know but at least he knows something). And he had killed his uncle that is somehow, more likely through Dumbledore, to the minister and he was decided to be 'kissed'. Just like always, his deeds for them are forgotten and his faults are highlighted. It's like last year, when everyone just believed he is a liar and attention seeking monster or year before that where he was a fame and money hungry brat or like 2nd year where he was a lunatic killer. Then when Voldemort made an appearance suddenly he became 'chosen one' saviour who had been born to save the Wizarding world. Now he has again become a monster who kills people. For the supposed light faction he is savior for one moment and dark lord in another, and they have the guts to ask him to fight for them. Bloody corrupt egotistical people. If it's up to him he'd destroy the entire system then make it from scratch.

Ohh let's not forget about the leader of that faction; Albus Dumbledore who wanted him dead, always have been. Harry felt hatred flare up at the thought of the Headmaster. The man whom he had trusted and the man who had betrayed him. He had done everything that the headmaster had expected from him, fought Voldemort at the tender age of 11, went through all the tests Dumbledore had presented, he literally saved the School so many times when Dumbledore was sitting in his office sucking his candy. And that's how he had been paid, by betrayal, when he needed the most. For the Greater Good, of course, Harry sneered. Just because of a magical inheritance that he couldn't control, Dumbledore had turned his back on him. Not just turned back he encouraged him because somehow he had gone dark so all his deeds and sacrifices means nothing. Now he is as bad if not more, as Voldemort

Yes he always knew Dumbledore was using him against Voldemort like a weapon. It was clear from 1st year, when he manipulated him to go after the stone. But knowing that Dumbledore doesn't just want him to defeat Voldemort but also die from start and only raising him be mytr was like a bucket of ice cold water throwing at you in between a heavy snowStorm. Harry was seething for not realizing earlier. Of Course it is clear from the start, Dumbledore never came to help him when he was facing Voldemort except last year when he came at the last moment just to take glory that he was the one facing Voldemort. Apart from that time it was only Harry facing the wraith Voldemort and teen Voldemort (no matter how attractive that Tom Riddle was, Harry was not attracted, no, not at all, that flush is only because he is angry thinking about him) and that creepy snake face Moldyshot. If earlier Harry hated Dumbledore now he absolutely abhor and loathes Dumbledore.

Harry pushes all his wild emotions he is feeling behind the shield as he has to find a way to get out of this prison. This is definitely not azkaban as that prison is situated on an island in the middle of the ocean. There's no sound of the ocean that can be heard but that he can hear the distant sound of man's voice obviously because of his animagus, or one of them. And this room doesn't look like a cell. He inspected the room to find any hole or weakness but there's none. So the only way is this door.

He tried to push that door, kick it, try to break it but it didn't even get a scratch. He tried to release his magic to blast that whole wall but the more he tried the weaker he got. Then he realizes that bloody cuffs are not only magic damper but it is sucking his magic. Fucking misnistry. And because of the wards around the room making it worse. He had tried to transform into his animagus but he couldn't. He doesn't know how much time has passed but at least some couple of hours should have passed because he is feeling very drained. He would likely pass out if not his sheer stubborn will power and high tolerance of his body to any kind of suffering.

No he can't lose hope, lets try ro reach core and see if there is wa5 to free his magic. He closed his eyes and went to mind. His mindscape is disarray. He hasn't sorted it since after 4th year. No wonder he was so stressed. His mindscape is a mixture of quidditch pitch and the Chamber of Secret with all the memories placed in the cloud and chamber store his library and room for his core. He passed his defences and entered his chamber of secret. He directly went to the room to see his core was looking slightly different. Larger and with a little different colour. Initially it was a purely emerald green globe but now more than 1/4th part of it turned a shining whitish gray colour like a diamond. He went near that part and felt a familiar icy burning feeling which is now so calming. My necromancy magic, Harry thought. He didn't know how he felt about it, but he accepted it thoroughly as he did for other parts of himself. He was 8 when he decided that if no one accepted him for himself he'd do that. He'd accept his goods as well as faults. Then he noticing the core is diminishing, fuck, that cuff is absorbing his magical energy. He tried to stop it, he tried everything but the energy leaking didn't stop. As the time passed Harry was getting really frustrated. He has no way to control his magic, to get out of this room.He has so little time, soon the ministry will execute him and he hasn't found the way to get out. The infamous Potter luck is not working this time. Will his friends ever know what happened to him? Did the ministry say something about his inheritance and their decision? What would Voldemort think, the boy he couldn't kill was kissed and now his way is all clear. No he hasn't kissed, he'll not lose hope, he'll have to find to stop the cuff. If he can release himself from that cuff he can get out of it. Thinking all this he exited his core room and entered his library. His mind library is a little big in size as the Salazar Slytherin's library in the chamber of secrets and is a mixture of Hogwarts library, Salazar's library and his muggle school's library.

There must be a book to help him. He entered and was searching for a book when he saw a huge golden door with snakes engraved all over it. That was not present the last time he checked. How come a door is present in his mindscape without his knowledge. Against his better judgement he went to the door and tried to open it. It is closed. How? It;s his mind, he is the owner, how come he can't open that. He dashed the door rather aggressively. A few minutes later the door slammed open and Harry stepped back, his jaw dropped and emerald eyes went wide. There the snake faced Voldemort in his full glory glaring at him with his infamous 'evil red eye'.

"Potter," Voldemort hissed and Harry was thanking whatever deity that looks can't kill.

Holy shit.