I do not own Harry Potter. Inspired by one of Ruskbyte's stories.
Hatred
Harry had been asleep for days. No, asleep was the wrong word. Unconcious. His Uncle had beat him so badly that he had been unconscious for days. He was caked with his own dried blood. The sheets of his bed were stained from the blood. He barely remembered being thrown into the room and crawling into bed. Then everything was black.
It would be impossible to have this happen, and not have your life change. Harry had never hated before. Even Voldermort, who had killed his parents, almost killed several of his friends, and did kill another friend, he had never hated. Now, however, he hated with a passion.
He hated his uncle, for beating him, and otherwise treating him like shit for his entire life. He hated his aunt and cousin too. Dudly, his 'perfect' cousin, received hundreds of presents a year. Harry had been given partially used spools of thread on Christmas. Overall, he had collected maybe two full spools of thread between them. Dudly could be given an extremely expensive present, break it the next day, and not even be given a talk about it. Harry had been punished for not setting the table correctly. Or for mentioning magic. Harry hated his aunt for keeping the secret that he was a wizard for so long. And for letting her husband almost kill him.
He hated Voldermort, who had killed his parents, forcing him to live with these people. He hated Wormtail, the wizard who had betrayed his parents to Voldermort. He hated Snape, and Draco, and the other Slytherins who had endeavored to make his time at Hogwarts as terrible as possible.
He also hated Dumbldore, who for some reason felt that Harry would be 'safe' with his family. But Dumbledore was foolish. The wards around the Dursley's home that protected him were based around the love that Dumbledore assumed was natural between Harry and his aunt's family. So not only did Dumbledore force him to live where he was not safe from Vernon Dursley, but he was not in the least bit safe from Voldermort either.
So Harry had changed as he woke up. But there was another change, something deeper, more meaningful. Harry was no longer a wizard. He was more, much more. It was for this reason that Voldermort feared him enough to try to kill him as an infant. Voldermort knew that Harry was coming.
If Harry wanted to, he could have looked in a book, found a complex spell he had never done before, and done it perfectly. He could make potions perfectly. He could even apperate. Not that he needed to do any of that. He no longer needed a wand. No longer needed to say words. No longer needed anything more than a will something to happen.
The first thing Harry did was destroy the useless wards around the house. Instead of letting the magic from the destroyed wards disperse back to the earth, he took it in, adding to his power. He felt the others in the house.
Vernon woke up for no apparent reason. He didn't have time to make a sound before his heart exploded and his brain disintigraged. It was not a slow death, but it was not without pain. Petunia did not even wake up, she just suddenly stopped breathing. Dudley still downstairs, watching some bad kung fu movie on late night television. Harry suppressed a smile as he walked down the stairs. It was obvious to him that Dudley was a wizard. Apparently, he had never been told. He had good potential, lots of magical energy. Too bad for him. Harry magically collected all of Dudley's magic into one spot of his fat cousin's body. Then he turned it solid, and ripped it out. Dudley died painfully.
Instead of putting the magic into his own body, Harry modified it a little, and left it on the floor. He walked back to his room, and pulled Hedwig out of her cage. Hediwg was always smart, and in tune to how Harry was feeling. Harry waved a hand in front of her, and suddenly she was different. She was still his, and still cared for him. She however, now hated like he did. Her coat turned black, with red and gold fringes. She sat on his shoulder as he phased out of time partially, becoming invisible and intangible. Apparently without help, they rose through the roof, and up into the sky.
"Let Chaos Reign" Harry said to no one in particular as he triggered the magic that he removed from his cousin. Because of it, much chaos would reign, even if the muggles eventually found out that it was not a nuclear weapon that destroyed several hundred square miles of England.
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It had been two months since the apparent muggle nuclear strike on England, and the world was in a state of war. It had been labeled as a terrorist attack, and several groups had claimed responsibility, including the Death Eaters. Harry Potter, presumed killed in the blast, was one the only wizard casualty, so the wizarding world believed them. Fudge was literally thrown out of his office, via a fifth floor window, as he had said that Vodermort wasn't back, and the position had been given to Arthur Weasly.
On a island in the South Pacific, Harry stood back and looked at his handiwork. It had taken him a month to accelerate the activity of the underwater volcano to created the island, then calm it down again so that it wouldn't be active. The island was almost a perfect circle, with sandy beaches in some places and sheer cliffs in others. Three mountain peaks formed a triangle and in the valley between them, and in the valley there was a lagoon. An underwater tunnel connected the lagoon to the ocean. It had taken Harry another two weeks to turn the island into a tropical paradise, and to make sure that the muggles wouldn't notice it. Then another two weeks to build his home.
The island was magically hidden from muggles, but the valley was magically hidden from everything. There was only one structure outside the valley, and it looked like the gate of a castle. Built into the mountain, it guarded a black obsidian lined tunnel. A similar structure guarded the other side. The outer island may had looked like a tropical paradise to anyone who looked, but the valley made it look like a desert wasteland. Full of color, rich reds, purples, oranges. Animals roamed free. And in the center of the valley, stood Harry's castle.
Built from obsidian, a black and glassy volcanic rock, the castle was a sight to behold. It was not nearly as large as Hogwarts, but just as impressive. Twenty rooms, including a great hall, kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom, indoor pool, and dungeon.
Harry willed his twenty guests to arrive. He had picked out four people to turn evil, like he had done with Hegwig. The others were . . . toys. The one thing that Harry could not do was create a soul. But he could create a body and put someone else's soul in it. The sixteen could be used as test subjects for new magics, or slaves, or 'late night fun'. If something happened, Harry could just create a new body and animate it with one of their souls. Fifteen of the sixteen appeared in the dungeon. The sixteenth appeared in a different dungeon.
The four that arrived outside with him were Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Cho. Immediatly, he turned them, and gave them knowledge of his power. He leaned over and whispered to Ron.
"These three are mine. If you want to claim someone from the dungeon, make sure she isn't there in the morning."
Harry woke up at dawn the next morning, his three girls were still asleep. Harry decided that it was time. A bubble appeared around the island, about a mile out into the water. It was a gigantic sphere with him as the center. Every sentient creature on the earth suddenly knew truth. Wizards existed. Voldermort had killed many. Harry was alive. Harry had killed more. They were all about to die a quick death.
The earth exploded, leaving a tiny sphere to float in space.
Author's note: For the record, I in no way support destroying the earth, using nuclear weapons, fighting wars (well, i guess my tax dollars do somewhat support that) or killing in general. This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters, they belong to Rowling. Though I enjoy the occasional evil harry fic, I do not want Rowling to write one.
Hatred
Harry had been asleep for days. No, asleep was the wrong word. Unconcious. His Uncle had beat him so badly that he had been unconscious for days. He was caked with his own dried blood. The sheets of his bed were stained from the blood. He barely remembered being thrown into the room and crawling into bed. Then everything was black.
It would be impossible to have this happen, and not have your life change. Harry had never hated before. Even Voldermort, who had killed his parents, almost killed several of his friends, and did kill another friend, he had never hated. Now, however, he hated with a passion.
He hated his uncle, for beating him, and otherwise treating him like shit for his entire life. He hated his aunt and cousin too. Dudly, his 'perfect' cousin, received hundreds of presents a year. Harry had been given partially used spools of thread on Christmas. Overall, he had collected maybe two full spools of thread between them. Dudly could be given an extremely expensive present, break it the next day, and not even be given a talk about it. Harry had been punished for not setting the table correctly. Or for mentioning magic. Harry hated his aunt for keeping the secret that he was a wizard for so long. And for letting her husband almost kill him.
He hated Voldermort, who had killed his parents, forcing him to live with these people. He hated Wormtail, the wizard who had betrayed his parents to Voldermort. He hated Snape, and Draco, and the other Slytherins who had endeavored to make his time at Hogwarts as terrible as possible.
He also hated Dumbldore, who for some reason felt that Harry would be 'safe' with his family. But Dumbledore was foolish. The wards around the Dursley's home that protected him were based around the love that Dumbledore assumed was natural between Harry and his aunt's family. So not only did Dumbledore force him to live where he was not safe from Vernon Dursley, but he was not in the least bit safe from Voldermort either.
So Harry had changed as he woke up. But there was another change, something deeper, more meaningful. Harry was no longer a wizard. He was more, much more. It was for this reason that Voldermort feared him enough to try to kill him as an infant. Voldermort knew that Harry was coming.
If Harry wanted to, he could have looked in a book, found a complex spell he had never done before, and done it perfectly. He could make potions perfectly. He could even apperate. Not that he needed to do any of that. He no longer needed a wand. No longer needed to say words. No longer needed anything more than a will something to happen.
The first thing Harry did was destroy the useless wards around the house. Instead of letting the magic from the destroyed wards disperse back to the earth, he took it in, adding to his power. He felt the others in the house.
Vernon woke up for no apparent reason. He didn't have time to make a sound before his heart exploded and his brain disintigraged. It was not a slow death, but it was not without pain. Petunia did not even wake up, she just suddenly stopped breathing. Dudley still downstairs, watching some bad kung fu movie on late night television. Harry suppressed a smile as he walked down the stairs. It was obvious to him that Dudley was a wizard. Apparently, he had never been told. He had good potential, lots of magical energy. Too bad for him. Harry magically collected all of Dudley's magic into one spot of his fat cousin's body. Then he turned it solid, and ripped it out. Dudley died painfully.
Instead of putting the magic into his own body, Harry modified it a little, and left it on the floor. He walked back to his room, and pulled Hedwig out of her cage. Hediwg was always smart, and in tune to how Harry was feeling. Harry waved a hand in front of her, and suddenly she was different. She was still his, and still cared for him. She however, now hated like he did. Her coat turned black, with red and gold fringes. She sat on his shoulder as he phased out of time partially, becoming invisible and intangible. Apparently without help, they rose through the roof, and up into the sky.
"Let Chaos Reign" Harry said to no one in particular as he triggered the magic that he removed from his cousin. Because of it, much chaos would reign, even if the muggles eventually found out that it was not a nuclear weapon that destroyed several hundred square miles of England.
**************
It had been two months since the apparent muggle nuclear strike on England, and the world was in a state of war. It had been labeled as a terrorist attack, and several groups had claimed responsibility, including the Death Eaters. Harry Potter, presumed killed in the blast, was one the only wizard casualty, so the wizarding world believed them. Fudge was literally thrown out of his office, via a fifth floor window, as he had said that Vodermort wasn't back, and the position had been given to Arthur Weasly.
On a island in the South Pacific, Harry stood back and looked at his handiwork. It had taken him a month to accelerate the activity of the underwater volcano to created the island, then calm it down again so that it wouldn't be active. The island was almost a perfect circle, with sandy beaches in some places and sheer cliffs in others. Three mountain peaks formed a triangle and in the valley between them, and in the valley there was a lagoon. An underwater tunnel connected the lagoon to the ocean. It had taken Harry another two weeks to turn the island into a tropical paradise, and to make sure that the muggles wouldn't notice it. Then another two weeks to build his home.
The island was magically hidden from muggles, but the valley was magically hidden from everything. There was only one structure outside the valley, and it looked like the gate of a castle. Built into the mountain, it guarded a black obsidian lined tunnel. A similar structure guarded the other side. The outer island may had looked like a tropical paradise to anyone who looked, but the valley made it look like a desert wasteland. Full of color, rich reds, purples, oranges. Animals roamed free. And in the center of the valley, stood Harry's castle.
Built from obsidian, a black and glassy volcanic rock, the castle was a sight to behold. It was not nearly as large as Hogwarts, but just as impressive. Twenty rooms, including a great hall, kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom, indoor pool, and dungeon.
Harry willed his twenty guests to arrive. He had picked out four people to turn evil, like he had done with Hegwig. The others were . . . toys. The one thing that Harry could not do was create a soul. But he could create a body and put someone else's soul in it. The sixteen could be used as test subjects for new magics, or slaves, or 'late night fun'. If something happened, Harry could just create a new body and animate it with one of their souls. Fifteen of the sixteen appeared in the dungeon. The sixteenth appeared in a different dungeon.
The four that arrived outside with him were Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Cho. Immediatly, he turned them, and gave them knowledge of his power. He leaned over and whispered to Ron.
"These three are mine. If you want to claim someone from the dungeon, make sure she isn't there in the morning."
Harry woke up at dawn the next morning, his three girls were still asleep. Harry decided that it was time. A bubble appeared around the island, about a mile out into the water. It was a gigantic sphere with him as the center. Every sentient creature on the earth suddenly knew truth. Wizards existed. Voldermort had killed many. Harry was alive. Harry had killed more. They were all about to die a quick death.
The earth exploded, leaving a tiny sphere to float in space.
Author's note: For the record, I in no way support destroying the earth, using nuclear weapons, fighting wars (well, i guess my tax dollars do somewhat support that) or killing in general. This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters, they belong to Rowling. Though I enjoy the occasional evil harry fic, I do not want Rowling to write one.