By the time that Harry had finished most of the letters (there was way too many of them to read all the way), he was incensed. All of the letters described their upmost hatred for him, and some had hidden curses and booby traps inside of them. Harry, not being able to do magic outside of school, could do nothing but let the various hexes and jinxes wear off.
Harry was so angry that a very large, uncontrolled, magical energy burst from him, nearly killing his relatives. Vernon had a large gash on his rather large stomach and back, Petunia suffered from a mild concussion and various bumps and bruises, and Dudley had an involuntary bowel movement and constantly pissed himself every time his bladder filled up. After having a family discussion, they agreed that they should probably leave and go make a summerly visit to Aunt Marge.
Harry, noticing that one day his relatives just happened to be 'gone', couldn't have been more overjoyed. Now he had the freedom that he always wanted, at least right now. Dudley, in a vain attempt to try and get fit, had bought a variety of fitness equipment, ranging from treadmills to punching bags, which was convenient to Harry, because he needed an outlet for his pent up anger at the moment.
While exploring his uncle and aunt's room (he dared to never venture in here while they were there) he found that Vernon had a sort of obsession with Karate. Harry found all sorts of magazines and videos, so he figured that he might as well try and learn some of it. Magic won't be able to help me all the time,He thought.
Over the course of three weeks, Harry had gotten relatively more fit and adverse in martial arts.
I might as well be a blue belt (A/N, 4th rank up: Goes White, Yellow, Orange, Blue, Green, Purple, Brown, Black. At least in my martial arts.) I feel sorry for anyone who tries to start some shit with me. Harry, since he couldn't really go outside without running the risk of being attacked by Death Eaters had been using Dudley's treadmill, which was 'surprisingly' almost mint condition.
I need to get some supplies, but with Voldemort on my tail, it would make it difficult.Harry ruled out using his indivisibility cloak because Moody could be watching the house. Harry, who had been training all day (physically), decided it was time for a quick nap before he started reading again. The wizarding world was going to be in for a surprise when they meet the new Boy-Who-Lived...
"Filiamente conscuro!" Yelled Voldemort. The Dark Lord had been torturing informants all day for lack of information. This one, he thought, won't be so lucky to leave here alive. This unlucky bastard had given Voldemort faulty information, which caused 5 of his death eaters to be killed. Voldemort would normally let his Death Eaters indulge in their torturous habits, but he needed to sedate his as well, and he was much more clever in his skills than his Death Eaters.
"Does this hurt Strover? If I were kind I would let it eat you away at its normal rate, but, as I'm sure that you are aware of, I am an asshole. So here's another little gift for you. Tijd Vertraag!" Strover's eyes widened in fear. He knew he was dead, and he would never be able to see his family again. He was starting to slip into unconsciousness when the Dark Lord muttered a spell to keep him awake during the torture. Voldemort conjured a mirror in front of Strover so he could see the damage that the curse was going to do to him.
"If I am correct in my estimates, it will take you 3 days to die. I conjured a mirror so that you can see how pretty you'll look while you die. Goodbye Strover, say hello to your family for me" 'NO! Strover thought 'YOU BASTARD!'. Voldemort was amused, Strover looked like he wanted to curse him to seventh hell. He was glad that he had cut out his tongue before the torture. The Dark Lord whirled around and left the torture room. He walked briskly down the corridor, passing various screaming cells and blood stained rooms. He made it to stairs, where he made his way up. The upper levels of his headquarters were infinitely better looking then his dungeons. The walls were decorated with dark green and silver paint. Black furniture was scattered at various parts of the room. He made his way to his dining room, where a copy of the Daily Prophet awaited him. Ever since the public belittlement of Harry Potter, Voldemort was considering sending an invitation for the two to meet and discuss hopeful future prospects of allying with each other. The Dark Lord was not completely naive to the fact that the-boy-who-wouldn't-die was raised almost exactly the way he was: Abused by muggles who failed to understand the power that he wielded, betrayed by the people that you thought were your friends, they were both lied to by Dumbledore, as well as manipulated by the old codger, and they both possessed unnaturally great power. The similarities were uncanny, and if he could turn Potter to his side, they would be unstoppable. Then they could turn the Wizarding World into what he viewed as the correct way it should be.
Harry awoke at around 5:30 P.M. to an owl with no feathers and blood red eyes tapping on his window. How the hell does that thing fly with no wings He thought. He opened his window and the 'owl' spit the letter at him. Harry watched the owl with fascination as it apparated away. Damn, that's a really efficient creature. Harry picked up the envelope and opened it. A letter fell to the ground. He noticed the writing was done in red..
Harry Potter,
As much as I would like to see the look on your face when you get this letter I cannot. Alas the blood magic forbids it. Yes Potter, I know of the blood magic, I have informants everywhere. A few weeks back I came across a rather interesting article in the Daily Prophet, one of which basically said that your friends betrayed you. I was rather surprised, to say the least. I thought the 'Golden Trio' would stick together until death. Obviously I was wrong. Let me be the first to offer my condolences. Why don't people understand us? All we want it power, correct? Everyone wants power, even Dumbledore. We just go about getting it a different way. I know that this may seem like a ludicrous proposition, but I would be honored if you would join my ranks, not as a Death Eater, but as something more. You would be above the Death Eaters. You would be my right-hand man, after your training would be complete. The prophecy doesn't entail what would happen if we were to join forces. Make your reply on this letter and Veris (my 'owl') will return for it.
Sincerely,
Lord Voldemort.
Harry started at the letter for several more minutes. This might be the break that he was waiting for. I am not so ignorant to jump right into this, so I'll tread carefully. Harry picked up his quill and wrote the following reply:
Tom,
Before I jump into any alliances, I would like to offer a cease fire between myself and your troops. I require some leave time from this hell house, and it would make it a lot easier if I didn't have you breathing down my neck. If you should agree to this proposition, it would be the first step into what could be a powerful alliance, after I am done with my training.
As soon as Harry finished the letter, Veris appeared and took the letter form Harry and returned to his master.
30 minutes later, Veris returned with Lord Voldemort's acquiescence. Harry smiled and returned to his reading, getting ready for a trip to Diagon and Knockturn alley the next day.
A/N. Was going to make the chapter longer, but I decided against it. I promise that I will update more often. Thanks for the review by the way.
A/N #2.
Filiamente conscuro: Painful Flesh Eating Cruse. Causes the victim to feel their skin being dissolved, with the exception that their pain is increased 2 fold.
Tijd Vertraag: A spell that will slow down the effects of a curse or jinx that is currently in effect.
