Harry woke up and looked around, the setting was unfamiliar to him, actually, he had never seen this place in his life. He was in a dark, cold and clammy dungeon that seemed to be far underground, the walls were grey brick stained green with something or another. Yet the most uncommon thing in the room was a huge cauldron that was clear and seemed to be made of diamond, he would had stared in awe at it had not been for his predicament. He also noticed the cauldron was so big it could fit 20 people easily and it was filled with a dark blue bubbling substance.

Along with being tied up he was shackled against a wall with a silencing spell on him, 2 of his ribs were broken along with a right knee fracture and a sprained left leg. Looking down at his clothes he saw no blood but felt some in his mouth probably from biting his tongue, his clothes were tattered and ripped as if he was in a fight, as he had been with 8 Death Eaters, including Wormtail.

He was trying to remember how he had been caught but his train of thought was interrupted by 4 Death Eaters entering with Voldemort hisself in the middle. "Ahh... Harry Potter... So long I have waited for this moment... Yes... So long..." He hissed softly.

"Avery, remove the silencing spell from the boy so he can speak his last... Fully Conscience... Words..." He grinned maliciously at Harry.

The Death eater named Avery removed the silencing spell from Harry then went back to his place around the Dark Lord.

"Kill me... Go ahead, Like I care, It's not like I have much of a life to live for or look forward to" Harry hissed his bluff, diverting his eyes elsewhere.

"Oh no silly boy, why would I do that?" He paused "When I could instead make you the most powerful weapon in the world and have you in my arsenal"

Harry raised a eyebrow at him then grunted and spit at his foot which took guts considering the position he was in.

Voldemort chose to ignore this gesture "Avery, Wormtail, Unshackle him and put him in the cauldron" They did as he was told after putting a paralyzing curse on Harry "You see this potion Harry? It is called a 'Transformation Ritual'" He paused to let the words sink in, Harry knew he was in for one hell of a ride "This particular one was in my blood line but for some reason... I am not allowed to use it... As you are because of the power I gave you when you were a... Infant"

They dropped him in as Voldemort grabbed Harry's wand and his own then started muttering a incantation "Incantatis Transfixius Morphio Deus El' Incantatis Transfixius Morphio Deus El' Incantatis Transfixius Morpheo El' Destructius!" He finished it as the ground started shaking slowly and softly.

The shaking increased in power as the potion turned dark crimson and started to drain slowly, or so it looked.

***

Harry noticed Voldemort finish the incantation as the ground shook and the potion started to change.

The worst pain imaginable hit Harry from all angles at once almost making him go un-conscience if it wasn't for the godly amounts of power slowly seeping into him, He felt extremely powerful after only a minute and only one sixteenth of the potion gone.

The pain continued on even after the potion was half down, Harry writhed around in agony from all the power being forcibly injected into his soul, It was certainly something he would never get used to.

After it was finished some of the ceiling had crumbled making dust fly everywhere, screening the whole room.

Harry walked thru it and looked at Voldemort as the Dark Lord grinned maliciously at Harry.

He had now undergone serious changes, during the transformation his clothes had been destroyed excluding his undergarments and his black mithril cloth shorts. His eyes were no longer the sparkling emerald full of courage to go on but now a distant black full of decay. His hair remained normal and untamable.

"You feeling different boy?"

"Yes master... Much more powerful than before... I sense I could kill Dumbledore even if I just willed it to be..."

The most weirdest and mystical thing about it was that he no longer had the lightning bolt scar he had been so famous for.

****** Review please, It keeps me going to write more and don't be to harsh on it, im a 13 year old boy for crying out loud. ('.')