Title: Death's Door
Author: gothgurl666
Beta(s): gothgurl's boy & sadlilgothgirl
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I am not making a profit off this fanfic.
Summary: AU. Harry Potter hid the worst abuse he received at the Dursley's. The loss of his godfather has sent him spiraling out of control but what does this mean to the wizarding world. Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the real Harry Potter that was waiting to appear.
A/N: I know that I probably should not be starting another fic without updating another but I promise that very shortly one of my other fics will have a new chapter.
Even in the moonlight you would never guess what lay inside the small house. It was an ordinary house; a house that any muggle family would consider living in. The lawn was perfectly well kept with its prim flower arrangements and well groomed bushes. A normal family lives within its walls . . . well, all except one member.
Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, also resided within this plain ordinary house; but not for long. Across the street there is another figure dressed all in black. The face is concealed behind a deathly mask.
The figure stands alone in the middle of the dark street without any fear of being seen. Doubtlessly anyone who happened to look upon this cloaked figure would see nothing at all or suddenly remember something very urgent that needed immediate attention.
The masked individual was waiting for a signal.
In the middle of the waiting something unexpected happened. The light of number four Privet Drive's smallest bedroom flickered on. Whet followed was several and a loud masculine scream. A bellowing voice could be heard from the front street.
"You good for nothing piece of filth. Your mother was a whore just like you. You selfish, vile, evil—."
The bellowing voice was cut off suddenly. The next thing heard was a female scream and then nothing.
The cloaked figure was uncertain as to what should be done next. The orders were very clear. The punishment would be exceedingly harsh if this mission did not succeed.
Just as the figure was approaching the house to investigate, the front door busted open. On the door step stood Harry Potter but not the boy that Hogwarts had known. He was covered in the crimson wash of blood; his eyes were alight with a feral gleam. His eyes were the exact shade of avada kedavra. The figure imagined that if anyone were to survive the look of a Basilisk that green death would be the only thing that they would see.
His mouth was set in a grim line. In one hand he held a bloody knife and in the other his wand. He looked like death.
As Harry raced from the house he did not see the figure. At the edge of the lawn he seemed to hesitate. He stopped and turned to face his 'home'. Raising his wand he shot a blast a light at the house engulfing it in flames. A cold smile graced his lips, he raised his wand toward the sky and a green jet of power went above number four Privet Dr. forming a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.
The boy then proceeded to stumble down Magnolia Crescent. He was both physically and magically depleted.
The cloaked figure had been watching this all and silently following him. The boy stumbled one last time falling to the ground. The figure went to the boy's side and rolled him over. Harry's hand with the knife in it pressed against the figure's neck. Green eyes met silver over the blade of a knife. The moment seemed to last forever but then eyelashes fluttered over green eyes and the knife cluttered to the ground.
The shrouded person pocketed the knife and wand and then proceeded to pick the boy up and simply vanished into thin air.