Rebirth

Disclaimer: I don't own Venom or Harry Potter. All I own is my own name and my own things in my room. I might be legally an adult in the eyes of the law but still I like to be lazy and just watch things happen.

The Suit

He felt odd. The strange darkness had been covering him and then had made him black out. He could feel his body being strained by something as he could feel the presence of something resting against him. He didn't know what was going on around him but he felt oddly safe and secure. He felt the stinging pain of his wound that he had gotten sometime. And then all rushed back to him. The reporter. The gun. And then the wound that had been caused by his uncle. He briefly began to hope that he would have to be freed by the Order but he waited for some time, counting the minutes that passed. He heard life pass by him and he felt oddly content.

He heard the door open and a strange unknown voice ask if Edward Brock had been here to interview them. Harry wanted to scream for help but he could only manage a weak gurgle. He heard how Vernon tried to get those people away from him but he was overruled by the warrant for the search of mister Brock or something that was shown to him because he could hear the footsteps move away from him and then move through the house.

He still felt something resting against him and he moved his hands to feel what it was. He halted when he felt a wet liquid on the thing and then brought his hand to his nose and smelled the blood. He was shocked. A body was within the cupboard, resting against him. He almost heard the law enforcement officers leave after being assured that no Edward Brock had visited. He didn't want to stay here with the dead body for any longer so he felt something detach from his skin and make a sound that was hard enough to go as some sort of knock.

Apparently it drew the attention of the Bobbies because he heard the footsteps come closer to his cupboard and he heard a female voice speak up.

"Mister Dursley, we haven't searched this cupboard yet and I heard a sound here. Why don't you open the cupboard so we can check to see what is inside?"

He heard his uncle's voice.

"You see that is just our cat. The little cheeky bugger was trying to eat our dinner and we locked it into the cupboard."

There was an obvious hint of a lie within that sentence as none of the bobbies had noticed a cat flap or anything suggesting that a cat might live in the house.

Harry heard the lock on the cupboard becoming unlocked and he felt himself losing his grip on the conscious world and he vaguely could recall that the cupboard door opened and the body of Eddie tumbled out firstly with him following soon after it. He could faintly hear two startled gasps as well as a small growl from Vernon.

"HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY REPUTATION BOY!"

He motioned to go and kick Harry but a hand was placed on his shoulder and a cold voice was heard in his ears.

"Mister Dursley, you are under arrest for the murder of Edward Brock and that kid you were about to kick. Put your hands behind your back and you have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law."

The male Police Constable cuffed Vernon while the female Police Constable felt the pulses and confirmed if they were dead. She felt the ice-cold body of Eddie and then noticed that no pulse was found. Then she moved to the pale body of the boy that had been within the same confined room and then knew that he must be dead. Otherwise the trauma of seeing a dead body should be enough to place the poor boy into a shock.

He noticed a blurry shape hover over him and he managed to say with a voice weakened by the pain he was feeling.

"H-help me…"

He grabbed the person or at least tried to as his arm raised a few metres then fell back onto the ground.

She looked at the pale boy and then heard a voice say. "H-help me."

She looked at the boy and then saw that the hand was moving up as if to grasp for help but fell to the floor again. The boy was alive! Her face paled as she realised that medics were needed or else the boy might die. She immediately whipped pout her cell phone and began to call the paramedics. She didn't notice the black oily material slip over his body and begin to make some alterations to it.

It was surprised to find that its new host was in the possession of a power unknown to itself. It began to change and mould itself to use that power by adapting its cells to merge with the host for a moment of time until the assimilation was complete. It could feel the host's body being carried by something but it did not act out of defence because it wanted to frame those who had hurt the host's body.

Harry was barely conscious as his body was transferred to a hospital a few miles away from Privet Drive. He didn't know what was happening to him and all that he could hear was the worried murmurs of unknown people. Why didn't the order do something to prevent something like this from happening to him? Was that drunk, Mundungus away again? If Harry were to met with him again, he'd make sure that the man would get mauled or at leasthexed.

He didn't notice that needles were injected into his body to make him go to sleep but for some reason the tranquilisers didn't work and he stayed conscious throughout the operation that took three hours to complete and to get the bullet out of his body. He could feel his body aching as he finally got some feeling to back into it again and he opened his eyes to look at a nurse who was waiting next to his bed.

"Can I get you anything, dear?"

He just looked at her and answered with a raspy voice. "Something to drink please…"

She looked at him and his vision steadied and saw that it was a pretty young nurse. A name tag on her shirt said that her name was Jessica and he didn't pay very much attention to it anymore as a glass of water was pressed to his lips and he felt the cool liquid slip through his mouth and cool the inside. Once he drank enough he looked at her and with a voice that seemed to be getting better he said.

"I had surgery didn't I?"

She nodded and said. "The bullet was retrieved from your body and is being held as evidence."

Harry just grinned wryly and said. "That surgery did hurt a lot. Didn't you use sedatives or something? I felt everything and it hurt like hell."

She looked shocked and said. "You felt… everything?"

At that she gave him a look of pity and said. "I'm sorry if that happened to you. The sedatives should have been able to put you out for about ten hours… I can't see what had gone wrong."

She looked sad at having one of her patients in pain and said. "I'll go get the doctor to get his opinion on it."

With that she was gone leaving behind a still Harry who was contemplating things. It would be his primary concern to get out of the hospital as soon as possible. When he began to think about formulating a plan to escape he saw a man wearing a white coat and the nurse, Jessica enter the room again and the man in the white coat looked at him and said.

"You complained about being aware during the entire surgery, Mister Potter?"

Harry looked at the man and saw and aged face with white hair on it look at him with something called suspicion and he said.

"Yes, I felt the needles being inserted into my flesh and then I could feel how all those knifes cut into my skin and I could feel how the bullet was retrieved through some incision. And I seem to recall that one of your people said that they had made a mistake or something like that. I don 't forget things fast so I think you owe me an apology on that sir."

The doctor was taken aback.

"You were aware during the entire surgery, Harry? Have you taken any kind of drugs before you were brought here?"

It was a pretty logical question and Harry pondered for a moment and then said. "No. I do remember that I had to visit the Hospital wing at the school I stay at during the school year and that they gave me something to sleep better but when I was returned to my aunt and uncle I didn't have anything of those handy so I didn't take them."

The doctor just shook his head and said. "I'm sorry Harry for having you go through that. Your uncle is currently in police custody and he's getting a trial soon. One as young as you shouldn't have to go through all of that…"

Harry looked at the man and then shook his head. "My uncle is the least of troubles. Usually when I'm in school I am in constant danger by a homicidal madman who is intent on getting me killed one way or the other. I usually have to fend him off on my own or with my friends."

He looked pensive for a moment and then said. "Did you ever have to see someone die, sir? Did you ever see one of your acquaintances die because a madman killed him?"

The haunted look in his eyes was enough to make the doctor slightly frightened and he coughed once to dispel the tension that hung in the room.

"Harry why don't I introduce myself to you now? My name is Doctor Sullivan but you can call me John. Doctor Sullivan is only for the nosy officials that plague my life, I'm afraid. The pretty nurse that'll be catering to your every desire is Nurse Cromwell."

She smiled at him and said. "Call me Jessica. Since I'm going to be catering to the every whim of a teenage boy it's best to remain informal with them."

She winked at him and a weary smile came to his face and John spoke up once again seeing that he was at least able to smile a little bit.

"Harry could you tell me why your uncle attacked you and mister Brock?"

Harry looked at Jessica and then at John and said. "Mister Sullivan, Jessica... my life hasn't been exactly pretty. Being hunted by a madman and living with my uncle was…'difficult'."

He paused for a moment and the haunted look returned on his face. "My aunt and uncle don't really like me… more like they hate me and I hate them back. Living with them especially when I was younger has been difficult. My cousin bullied me the entire time through primary school. My aunt and uncle actually encouraged him to do so. The way I was treated there was so bad that it had made me think about killing myself."

He looked at their faces and saw that John's face had gotten a stern look on it while Jessica's face seemed to be a mix between pity and sympathy. She looked at him with the same eyes that Hermione had too and he found that he wanted to spill his entire story to those people, knowing he could trust them not to tell anyone.

"Have you ever heard of an eight-year-old that wanted to die so badly just because he wasn't loved? I was such a child and I was always doing every chore in the household. When I was four I was instructed to cook for the family and I did so ever since. My aunt regularly made sure I was punished for making even a single mistake. Then when I turned eleven I was able to go to a school where people with special talents were trained to use that talent that they had."

He saw a look between the nurse and the doctor and immediately assumed they were thinking that he was some sort of mutant or something like that. He had heard about the American government and the mutant treatment there and he didn't want them to shun him for that.

"Don't worry I'm not some sort of mutant. The special training I have to do usually consists of the care for animals and training in chemistry. It actually needs someone of a rather high intellect to attend and my parents left me with a sizeable trust fund."

Telling them that he wasn't a mutant seemed to put them on ease. He knew how the people of the world usually reacted to people with unusual powers. He sighed, sad that such prejudice existed in the world.

"There are laws in place that forbid anyone with my talents to speak of them, not even to a normal person like yourself."

He felt odd, like something was bugging him, making him feel uneasy and made him feel drowsy. It was like he, himself was being drugged with something foreign to his body. He looked at the nurse and the doctor and asked.

"Is it normal to feel drowsy after a surgery has been done on your body?"

He saw Doctor Sullivan nod and then he felt his world swirling in front of his eyes and he began to feel nauseous and sick. He thought he was about to hurl but before he could he felt his eyes close and he fell into a world which was blissful oblivion to him as sleep took him.

He could feel nothing of the blood samples that were being taken from him by the doctors and he didn't see the worried look the nurse, Jessica was sending his sleeping form. He didn't notice the way a man with a cigar in his mouth, was looking at him, like he were some rabid beast that was about to get free.

He opened his eyes again and he felt sick. (How did I get here?)

Was the first thought on his mind and he slowly opened his eye to look at the white ceiling above him. He could feel his body beginning to repair itself. Wizards had a totally different genetic structure then normal muggles and as such they would heal faster but still would need to have some help with their broken bones.

He lifted his head slightly to look at a woman dressed up like a nurse and saw that she looked familiar but his mind was in a daze. He looked at her, his mind still trying to work out who she was. (Who is that?)

His mind was working at rapid speeds, trying to piece back what was missing from it.

Then a name rushed back into his memory: Jessica. Her name was Jessica and she was a nurse attending to him.

(Why is she still around? She should run now so that she doesn't get hurt by being close to me.)

He looked around the room, taking in more details that had eluded his mind before. There was nobody besides him there at the moment and the room was fairly small. It looks like my cupboard. He looked at the nurse once again and finally he noticed the man standing next to her. The smell of a cigar hit his nose and his face betrayed an expression of discomfort.

He looked at the man and saw that the man had an aged face with an eye patch. The eye that was looking at him was looking at him with intensity not seen very much in this day and age. It was like the man was looking through your soul while you were helpless in front of him. He could feel his uneasiness spreading through his body and he spoke.

"Who are you?" With a voice that was unsteady and almost sounded like a whisper.

The man looked at him and then said. "The name is Fury. Nick Fury. I am a Colonel with S.H.I.E.L.D. and I have been sent here to take your statement regarding Edward Brock."

The man looked at him expectantly and Harry was puzzled. "What would you have me say about Mister Brock? All I know is that he took an interview with my uncle and that my uncle somehow got mad at me and then… shot me."

His voice looked like it was going to break as the mental pain set in of being shot by a fat whale of a man who would took fiendish delight in watching you bleed.

Harry felt a comforting presence slip over his mind, somehow making him feel that he was at least getting better soon. He felt like new power had been poured inside of him as he could see the mental gears within the colonel's mind turn and twist.

"Harry would you please tell me what happened during the moment your uncle shot Edward? I would like to know Edward's reaction towards your uncle."

Nick seemed to be anxious to know what had happened and Harry could feel the eagerness and he recalled briefly seeing shock and outrage on Eddie's face before that awful blasting sound was heard and he felt his body jerk back. He looked up at the man.

"Eddie's face was angry… upset at the way they were treating me. Then Uncle Vernon took that big gun off the wall and then aimed it at me. He shouted something of freakishness not belonging there. And then… and then there was a loud bang and I saw Eddie's face just… just…"

His eyes began to water as he looked back at the grimace of pain he had seen when Eddie was shot down. Jessica seemed to understand that this must have been a shock to Harry's system, having to relive the death of another person.

"His face was looking like he was in so much pain, sir. I really can't tell how it looked because I can't. I felt how I was hit in the chest or somewhere and then all I can remember is that something seemed to cover Eddie's skin before turning into ashes…."

The words weren't his own, he felt his body being controlled by some inner force which made the sadness even more pronounced. He saw Mister Fury close his eyes and then sigh. Apparently the man was trying to mentally verify what he'd said moments ago and was thinking about how to handle this situation.

"Edward Brock was a criminal, Harry. A very dangerous one, in the possession of an alien being called a Symbiote. You don't have to be afraid of it anymore because it would have killed everyone in the house if it felt anything but anger towards anyone of the occupants the moment the host was endangered. What I think has happened that Edward was reluctant about harming you and the Symbiote somehow understood that. I can't know for certain and I'm just making a guess from what you said but I am led to believe that the Symbiote died with Edward Brock. Have you ever seen another person die Harry?"

The way the man spoke made Harry listen and his eyes looked at the burning cigar. "Yes sir, I watched another student die when an insane maniac was attempting to kill me."

He remembered the law that nothing should be divulged to the Muggles about the magical world and he vowed to keep it. Fudge was aching for any reason to expel him and he wasn't going to make himself get expelled anytime soon.

(I'm not going to tell them anything about the magical world.)

That thought was going through his mind as he looked at the man and then he just watched as mister Fury seemed to be satisfied with his statement.

"Would you like to ask me more about the situation as it is of now?"

(Hell yeah, I want to ask if that lazy old bastard is put away.)

His question was contained within his mind and what came out of his mouth didn't surprise him.

"What will happen to my uncle, Mister Fury?"

Harry hoped that Vernon would be put away for a long time so he wouldn't have to see the walrus ever again.

He looked at the man as he looked at him intently, with those soul piercing eyes aimed at him .

"Miss Cromwell could you leave the room? I have something to discuss with young Harry here."

Dutifully Jessica stood up and sent a smile at Harry and said. "I'll be back whenever you call for me. There's a red button on that panel near your bed and just press it once and I'll come immediately. See you soon, Harry."

The moment she had left the room, mister Fury looked at himand said. "Mister Potter… I know about the magical world so you can tell me anything you would like to tell about the happenings with Edward Brock."

Somehow he could feel that he could trust the man and after carefully looking a the man he said. "Sir, After my uncle shot mister Brock and me, what's going to happen with him?"

The older man smiled at him with a reassuring hint to the smile and Harry didn't know why, but he felt at ease the moment he saw the smile.

"Your uncle will be facing trial in a few days and seeing your condition I don't think you'll be able to attend. There were some problems with his arrest but it all went smoothly. All that wou…."

The door was opened and a wizened old man stepped inside with his robes flowing around him, making him look like every bit the aged wizard hat he was. He looked at his student who was to fight for him against the Dark Lord Voldemort and said.

"Harry, I hope you're feeling alright?"

Nick looked at the intruder for a moment, trying to get his composure back and said.

"Might I enquire as to the reason why you are here, disturbing an official interrogation by S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Nick watched as the old man turned around to look at him and with a small flourish the old man introduced himself.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, Harry's Headmaster. I've come here to get Harry back to the safety of his relative's home. His aunt must be worried sick about him."

Harry couldn't believe the nerve, no...the GALL of the manipulative old goat fucker. Dumbledore actually wanted him to be put back with those beasts that he had to call relatives? He felt disbelief cross onto his face as he could feel the same within mister Fury.

(Is that old man still sane? I know that he is the Headmaster of the Hogwarts, one of the magical schools of Great Britain and a political figure. But why would he want to bring Harry back to an abusive household?)

He voiced his opinion out loud. "Mister Dumbledore, you have absolutely no right to be here, attempting to take mister Potter away from this hospital. At the current moment mister Potter here is in dire need of healing and he won't get that if he is placed back with his aunt and nephew."

Dumbledore looked at Nick with something of disbelief in his eyes and said. "You believe that we, wizards can't heal our patients? Mister Potter will be okay by the time the sun sets and then shall be put back with his relatives."

Dumbledore got out his wand and spoke, making Harry look in disbelief at the old man.

"Obliviate"

The mind wiping spell hit the S.H.I.E.L.D. Colonel and made him look blankly at Dumbledore who supplied mental suggestions to the man.

Harry reached out for the button which would summon Jessica to his room immediately. He looked around and saw that it was there, on the table. He reached out and pressed the button before waiting for her to arrive. He looked at Dumbledore's face and then saw that the man was still looking at the S.H.I.E.L.D. colonel and when Jessica entered did Harry say.

"Please guide this sir out of the room, please Jessica."

Jessica looked at the old wizard and saw the stick pointed at colonel Fury and then immediately went for the button that called security, not taking into account the stick and Dumbledore's reflexes which were honed thanks to being in several wars. A beam of light and Jessica fell to the floor.

Harry felt rage come to his mind and he felt something taking over him. He could still feel things but it all seemed somehow off. He could feel the strange feeling of something slippery coming out of his body and cover his lower sections, hiding beneath the clothing. He felt a desire to rip things apart increase and he felt information flood his mind. The desire to revive Sirius was on his mind and Dumbledore's words from before came to his mind.

(Even magic can't revive the dead, Harry.)

His mind supplied the next answer.

(But how has Voldemort come back to life again? He used my blood, the blood of the hated one and the bone of the father and the flesh of the servant. With that I might be able to revive Sirius!)

His train of thoughts was diverted as Dumbledore looked at him and then said. "Let's get you out of here, Harry."

With the wand in his hand he gave a flick and a twist and the bandages came off and a red potion was given to him by the aged wizard who put it to his lips and in a calm voice said.

"Drink this. It will revitalise you so you can safely go to your aunt to recover until the Order comes to fetch you."

He felt the liquid touch his lips and glide into his mouth. He tasted the liquid which was a bitter concoction and grimaced at the taste. He could feel his body healing the damage, the slippery thing apparently assisting in the healing process. Then a thing was thrust against his chest and he could feel a tug behind the navel while Dumbledore seemingly instructed Jessica in what to do and sign out mister Potter as he had gotten specialised care form another hospital.

Harryfelt a swirl of magic and he appeared in the Dursley's living room. Petunia squeaked at his appearance and then was about to go on a tirade why she hated him but Dumbledore popped in and explained that Harry had a small accident and that he should be cared for with all the love they usually showered on him.

The man had a look on his face that made Harry want to puke. He obviously thought and bought the act that the Dursleys were nice to him. Couldn't the man see that Petunia was lying through her teeth as she told her that she and her little angel Dudley would take good care of him?

The moment Dumbledore had disappeared she looked at him and said. "Dudley would you please give him the beating for sending daddy to prison? I'll go get the kitchenware so the freak dies this time…"

Dudley rumbled an affirmation and then advanced upon Harry who felt odd. He could feel his mouth speaking.

"You are no relatives of mine. The bonds of blood are broken!"

A breaking sound followed by a rushing sound came over the house and Duydley attacked. A tendril of black stuff came out of Harry's sleeve and grabbed the wrist. Slowly the black liquid covered his entire body making it look like a Demon straight from hell with white jagged eyes and a spider-like motif on the chest area.

"You dare mock me, Human? Then get your just deserts!"

Venom had taken over, a hint of madness in his voice as the bond between Harry and Voldemort broke down into a million of fibres, a small link still existing. The suit took control of his body, wanting to devour everything in sight.

Venom is free and shall dispense justice on Dudley and Petunia. Voldemort's debut is in the next chapter of Rebirth so watch out for the next one.

Merry Christmas to everyone! And I hope I get a lot of reviews for this chapter!