A/N and Warning: This story features an evil Harry, Dumbledore bashing, Ron and Hermione bashing, and eventual slash (This means guys on guys, people!). AU, and HBP never happened. Graphic abuse and Disturbing mental images. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: If I was JKR, this wouldn't be a fanfiction, it would be a book. And Harry would be Slythrin. And Ron and Hermione would be idiots. If you couldn't figure that out, I hope you aren't considering suing me. 'Cuz that would be pretty stupid, not to mention wasting more money than you could get.
Chapter One:
Harry was ticked. Not just slightly ticked, but very, very ticked. He hurt, but refused to whimper, or scream, or make any noise at all as his uncle brought the whip down on his back, causing welts. His uncle snapped it some more, and Harry felt blood trickle down his back.
But Harry had a plan. A foolproof plan. Well, not foolproof, but nearly so. Every day during the summer, he kept himself from crying out during the beatings by running over the plan in his head, correcting details and making better plans for everyone who had betrayed him. He decided that he would start with who had hurt him worst.
First would be his uncle and Dumbledore, maybe at the same time, because physical beatings were just as bad as the emotional torture Dumbledore had put him through, and then his cousin and his gang, then he would get his vengeance from Ron and Hermione, who betrayed him to Dumbledore and befriended him on his orders.
He would go down the list, carefully picking them off, one by one. But first, he needed to talk to someone. A certain someone who would be very happy to see him. Harry would wait until his uncle left, and magically heal the wounds before going to visit a possible ally.
Harry was on his bed after Vernon had finished whipping him. Harry poured a bottle of blue potion into his mouth, grimacing at the bitter taste. The cuts healed instantly, and Harry flexed his arms, for once not wincing. The first part of his plan was executed.
Harry pulled on a shirt and concentrated, before disappearing with a soft pop. He appeared in a dusty entrance hall. Harry looked around, and he sneered at the dusty statues. Harry transfigured his robe into a hooded cloak, which he drew around himself, drawing up the hood.
He glanced into a mirror, his face twisting into a smirk at his reflection. You could see none of his face, not even his eyes. Harry swished around and set off up the corridor to the room he knew that the man he was looking for would be in. he found the door, and he looked inside to see two men talking. Harry swished into the room, making sure his face was hidden.
"I wish to speak with you." He said in a polite tone towards the man he had come to see. "Who would I be speaking with?" the man questioned. "A possible ally." Harry said before leaving, cloak billowing behind him. the man got out of his chair and followed Harry out of the room. Harry ushered the man into the room and threw up privacy and silencing charms, all wandlessly.
"I am a possible ally, and I wish to discuss that." Harry said calmly, still not removing his hood. "Who are you?" demanded the man. "Do you really want to know?" Harry questioned, enjoying this game immensely. "Damn it! Yes!" yelled the man, getting angry.
"Fine." Harry turned his back to the man before slowly lowering his hood. The man looked on, as the hood was removed, exposing long hair, let loose, wavy and ebony in color. The man watched in morbid fascination as the hooded man turned around. The man gasped, shocked beyond anything, and whispered "Potter.".
Harry laughed at the open shock. "Nice to see you again Tom." He smirked, walking in deliberate circles around the dark lord. "I want to discuss something important. Call off the Death Eater meeting tonight, we have a lot of negotiating to do." Harry said, and Voldemort said he was calling Lucius to call off the meeting of the elite.
Harry nodded and pulled the cloak back on, and soon was unrecognizable. The door was knocked on, and the lord called "Enter." Lucius skirted into the room and fell at the feet of his lord. "Yes milord?" Lucius asked. "Call off the meeting. I have negotiations to attend to." Voldemort instructed. Lucius looked curiously at Harry a moment, and then he murmured something and backed out of the room.
Harry replaced the spells and started by listing his demands.
Lucius did as his master said, wondering all the while who that man was. He recognized the voice, but couldn't place it, no matter how hard he tried. He decided that he would find out carefully, using all his slythrin traits.
Meanwhile...
"Never. He is my main man. I need him, he is an important asset." Voldemort was whining. "How loyal is he?" Harry asked, slowly and deliberately pacing in front of the dark lord. "And I want Lucius." Harry said, flipping his hair over his shoulder.
"Very well. He was a good person to have, but you may take him." Voldemort said, rubbing his temples. "And one other thing. I want you to take care of my relatives, if you will." Voldemort inclined his head. "Any people you wish to protect?" Voldemort asked. And Harry nodded. "One. I want you to make sure Draco Malfoy comes to no harm." Harry said desively, before tensing and pulling on his cloak.
Voldemort looked at him, but was startled by a knock on the door. "Lucius and Snape, as well as the Malfoy heir." Harry informed. "Enter." Voldemort called, hissing obscenities in parseltongue. Harry chuckled, and the three men entered. They fell to their knees at the dark lord's feet.
"Milord, I think you should know that Dumbledore is planning to 'rescue' Harry tonight at seven from the Dursley's house. He told each member a different time, trying to root out spies. Needless to say, we picked a new recruit's time to arrive, therefore putting the blame off ourselves, and also ridding the world of one less muggle lover." Draco reported, and Harry gave a cold chuckle.
"If I may?" Harry asked Voldemort, who nodded and made a gesture to say 'the floor is yours.'. "Listen to him, he is our newest alley." Voldemort commanded, and the three men on their knees nodded. "First, go to the house. Stage torture in the basement. Use Draco as a substitute, but don't cast any unforgivables other than Imperio, as they show your magical signature. Silencing charms, sleeping charms, and something to break the wards around the house. Use this." Harry said, extending a vial filled with what had to be blood.
"After that, break all the locks on the cupboard under the stairs and get his school things, and break the locks on the basement and get his dark arts stuff. Then go to the smallest bedroom, and get the owl there. Don't hurt her, as she might be useful. Then, go back downstairs and find a rather ugly trunk in the corner of the cage right by the door. Run a scan on the cages, make sure there is plenty of evidence that Potter is dead. after that, go to the kitchen and trash it. Trash the living room, and leave a fine trail of blood and rip some of the father's hair out. Leave a message on the wall in a cage in the basement. Write these words on the wall in this." Harry said, holding out a sheet of parchment and an incredibly large bottle of blood.
Draco took the offered items and asked "Pardon my asking, but is there anything that has to be placed a certain way?" Harry said "Yes. Make the bed in the smallest room, and splash blood in the cupboard and basement inside the cage closest to the door. Oh. There's a whip and a few other torture methods in the master bedroom. Put blood on the end of the whip and coat the other torture devices with it. Leave them in the basement, and leave Potter's aunt there. Obliviate her and give her false memories of Potter being tortured by her son and husband, and another of her burning his body. And school stuff. Twist the cage and throw feathers about the room. transfigure something into a new cage for her." He paused a moment. "That should cover it." he said, dismissing the three men.
They left swiftly, but he got a few odd looks from the three men. Harry laughed as they left, a cold sound, more chilling than Voldemort's. Two of the three men gave a noticeable shudder. Harry watched them leave, laughing all the while. As they pulled open the door, Harry called after them "And bring Potter's cousin and uncle here alive. Don't harm them. Take Bellatrix and her husband with you. And none of the things you find in that house will circulate through the death eaters. Got it?" Harry growled, and the three men nodded violently.
"Got it." Draco said, before they turned tail and left. Voldemort turned to Harry as the heavy door thudded closed. "Nice. Couldn't do better myself. What are you expecting them to find?" Voldemort asked, offering Harry a drink, which he accepted, gulping it back before answering.
"Blood, gore, a will written in blood, you know, the usual." Harry replied, downing another firewhiskey. Voldemort just stared. "Anything else?" "Yeah, bloody semen, torn clothing, bloody rags, written messages in blood, most likely the walls will replay stuff for them so they can 'save me'. The walls were always trying to save me. It will most likely replay the stuff that happened in the cupboard and basement." Harry said thoughtfully, swirling the vodka before tossing it back.
"And Dumbledore let this happen?" Voldemort said incredulously. "Yep. Figured I would be a good little weapon if they kept saving me year after year. Actually..." Harry said, looking thoughtful for a moment. "We can smear Dumbledore with this. Stop the death eaters. I have a brilliant idea." He grabbed a sheet of parchment and pricked his finger with a dagger, putting it against the parchment writing something in blood. Harry laughed and licked his wound. Voldemort cringed.
"You know that's really gross, right?" He asked, and Harry laughed. "Squeamish, Tom? That can't be good." Harry remarked, pulling a dagger and slashing his palm, licking the freely flowing blood. "Seriously, that's gross. With the cloak and the dripping blood, you look like some kind of cult leader." Tom remarked, before grabbing Harry's hand and bringing it to his lips as the Death eaters entered.
Draco gasped as his mark burned, calling him back to the dark lord. Judging by the other's eyes, they were being summoned too. They made their way back to the room, the guard opening the door for them, and they walked in to see Voldemort with his lips against a bloody palm. The palm was dripping on the floor, and Voldemort pulled away, his lips coated with blood.
"Severus, would you be so kind as to hand your new leader a healing potion?" Voldemort asked, holding out one spindly hand that had blood on it. Voldemort turned back to the other man, who was tracing what appeared to be doodles in blood on his fingers, which were steadily dripping blood. Severus stepped forward with a deep blue potion in his hand.
The man stood and walked over to the group. He pressed a single crimson coated finger to each of their lips, and handed them a sheet of parchment with his bloody hand, staining the parchment. He accepted the potion, before setting it on a table and picking the dagger back up. He slashed the other palm, bringing the two together and he walked to Lucius. He held his hands to Lucius's mouth. "Drink." He ordered softly, and Lucius licked the wound, and Harry pulled away.
"That will dispel the wards. "Draco. Come here." Harry ordered, and Draco came closer. "You need to have blood on you more, so the wards let you in." Harry explained, letting his hands drip the crimson liquid into Draco's hands and he gently pressed his palm to Draco's arms. He stepped back.
"Bella. Forward." He ordered. Bella came forward. He passed his finger over her lips again. He did the same to her husband, before calling Severus forward.
"And you. you will apparate Potter's cousin here. You need blood on you. blood wards are tricky things, but you need blood freely given to dispel them." Harry said, pressing his hand to the top of Severus's head. Then he downed the potion. He raised his hands to his lips, licking off the excess blood.
"Go now, and leave that note in the cupboard. And remember, not a word to anyone who doesn't already know. if you do, I will have to punish you, and I really don't want to do that. I like you far to much to want to do that. Yes Bella, even you." Harry said, and Bella gasped. How did he know what she had been thinking? Harry laughed.
"Of course I know what you are thinking. Even you Severus. Occlumancy doesn't affect it. And I know some very ...interesting...things about you." Harry said, giving a deliberate pause before and after the word 'interesting'. Snape blanched. Harry gave another chuckle.
"Yes. But no one else needs to know, now do they? Tell you what, I won't tell the person you like what you think of them if you don't deny it any longer." Harry said, his eyes trailing around the room. "And just ask that person out, they like you too. Believe me, I've hunted in their head enough to tell you that." Harry added, rolling his eyes.
"And you Lucius." Harry said, drawling out the name in a rather startling manner. "Poor Narcissa won't be pleased to hear that, now would she? And don't worry, the Dark lord won't kill you for having a crush on that particular person, trust me." Harry said, before turning them to the door. "Now go." Harry said, gesturing to the door. They left in stunned silence. Voldemort turned to Harry.
"You got them to shut their fat mouths. Can you really hunt through their heads?" Voldemort asked Harry said "Of course. Anyway, I found some very interesting things in their heads. Did you know that Draco has a crush? On Snape, no less. And Snape likes him back. And Lucius has a most interesting obsession indeed." Harry said, smirking at the thought.
"And who would that be?" Lord Voldemort asked with interest. "Me." Harry said, smiling. "Now I most definitely want him. And Severus ad Draco. Severus and Draco will share a wing?" Harry asked, going back to negotiations. Voldemort nodded.
"What of Bella?" he asked, referring to what would happen to her. "She did kill Sirius, you know." Harry nodded, but said "But she never meant to. She thought the veil would chuck him out somewhere, not keep him inside it." Harry said, and Voldemort nodded. "Very well. I shall make you rooms in the dungeons, or maybe a tower?" Voldemort asked, and Harry shrugged.
"What's in the dungeons?" He asked, then said "Never mind. I have a place to go. It might not be here, but Dumbledore would never find me, and if he did, he couldn't get in." Harry said, thinking hard. "Or actually, I'll stay there during the school year. Make some rooms in the dungeons. Make Snape and Draco a suite, with two beds, no matter how obvious it is that they won't need both. And make Lucius a room that connects to mine. I also want a sitting room and a training room. the dungeons only hold torture chambers, right?" Harry asked.
Voldemort nodded. "Fine. place the two sets of rooms down there, and I'll rig them with powerful wards and stuff." Harry laughed. "That doesn't sound like a dark lord, now does it? Squeamish, and you talk like a teenaged girl." Harry laughed. Voldemort turned serious.
"You do know that your blood tastes good, right?" He shook his head. "Good god. I sound like a vampire. Nothing wrong with them, just don't like the drinking blood thing." Voldemort remarked. Harry laughed again, and they returned the conversation to their rooming.
Draco followed his father and godfather. The Lestranges followed. They swept out of the room, when Bella spoke. "Lucius, doesn't his blood taste nice?" she asked casually.
"Oddly enough, it did." Lucius said, looking thoughtful as they went down the corridor and into the night, before Lucius gripped onto his son and apparated to an alley in Magnolia Crescent. They walked to the house labeled with a big brass four. They walked to the front door and knocked, Lucius using the imperious curse on the woman that opened the door.
The group entered, and Bella put up silencing and locking charms on the house. They went into the kitchen, and Lucius removed the imperious curse from the woman. She screamed, and Severus forced a clear liquid down her throat. Her eyes went glassy and blissfully blank.
"Where is you husband and son?" Lucius demanded. The woman answered in a monotonous voice. "They are at Grunnings." "When will they be home?" Lucius asked. "Any minute." she answered. "Good" Lucius said, and he asked "Where is your nephew's bedroom?" "First on the right." The woman answered. "What will we find in the basement? And where is the cupboard Harry was in?" Lucius asked, shooing severus to the stairs to do what was needed in the room.
"The basement was where Vernon punished the boy. There or the cupboard." She answered. "And the cupboard is under the stairs." She shook her head, as the truth serum was wearing off. She started screaming, so Lucius charmed her to sleep. He removed the locking charm on the front door. He moved out of the room towards the cupboard under the stairs. He looked at the locks and smashed them, making sure he didn't do it magically. He took a heavy brass urn and smashed them, before splintering the door with it.
he pulled open the door, and gagged. He stumbled into the living room, where a pale and shaken Bella was with Draco. Draco was looking green, and Bella was sitting on the couch with her knees drawn to her chest.
"The basement was-was- it was so awful. It stank and there was dried blood on the walls and there was stuff all over the floor and the cages were awful! And then there were memories. Oh, Merlin. It was bad." Bella sobbed. "Where's Rod?" Lucius asked, as said man came running down from upstairs.
"Guys, you gotta see this." He gasped, looking paler than normal, and his eyes looked red, like he had been crying. The group followed Lestrange, and they went into the room Rolphus had gestured to. Severus handed Bella a sheet of parchment. She read, her face paling further. She dropped the sheet, which was snatched up by Lucius, while Draco looked on in morbid curiosity.
Lucius read, before letting out a choked "Dear Merlin." Draco grabbed the sheet, flinching at the dried blood splashed over the green ink. "It's his will. Potter wrote a will. He figured he would need a will. He honestly though that his relatives would kill him before Voldemort would." Draco said, fighting to keep tears from his eyes.
"He has to be exaggerating, trying to get attention." Severus stated. "I don't think so." Bella said softly. "What are you talking about?" Severus demanded. Bella flinched and said "You have to see it, smell it, feel it." She said, grabbing him and dragging him to the basement, the others trailing behind them.
As Bella opened the door, Draco pinched his nose. Lucius looked at him, but Draco just said "You'll see." Bella led the way into the basement, everyone gagging at the smell of blood. "Worse than torture chambers." Lucius remarked, and Severus looked sick.
"My word. I actually believe that they would kill him." he said, before backing up and running into a cage. Then the memories started.
After a disturbing session of memories from the walls, they splashed the blood and did the rest of the mysterious man's orders before walking to the sitting room. they waited for the door to admit the men, and they were stunned.
Severus went to implant the false memories into the woman's memory, before grabbing the men and disapparating. They appeared in the entrance hall at their master's hideout. Bella set the trunks down and carried the snowy owl.
The group went back to the room, the guards opening the door. They entered, Severus dragging Vernon, Bella's husband with Dudley, and Draco with the trunks. The cloaked man jumped to his feet.
"I believe you have earned the right to see your newest leader." Harry said softly. He commanded the doors shut with a burst of wandless magic, put up silencing and privacy charms, and raised both hands to his hood, slowly and deliberately drew down the hood.
The group gasped and Draco looked shocked. Bella looked scared. "Bella, Bella, Bella. Remember Sirius? I do." Harry said, circling her. she gulped and a single tear escaped her left eye. Harry brushed it away. "I know you didn't mean to. It's okay...for now." Harry said in a gentle voice. He moved on. "Lucius...remember what I saw in your mind? I was serious you know. You tried to kill me numerous times. But still." Harry said, moving on.
"Severus. Always unfair. Tut, tut. I wonder what Dumbledore would say, if it somehow slipped, that you weren't as loyal as he thought. He won't hear it from me, of course, i couldn't lose something that important, now could I?" Harry asked, looking around the room.
"And Draco...Daddy wouldn't be pleased. Or maybe he would. I have no idea how perverted he is. Anyway, it's no worse that what I found in his." He siad, stepping closer. "I could kill you ten times and still have reason to kill you. but I won't. because I'm feeling generous today." He said, moving over to the Lestranges again.
"And I have no dirt on you that is of any use to me, besides that you plan on killing my dear cousin." Harry said, using a sickly sweet voice when referring to the fat teenager in Rod's arms. "Which you won't. he's not yours to...play...with." Harry said, eyeing his cousin with revulsion.
"Severus, Lestrange, take them to the dungeons." Harry said, leaving him with two sweating Malfoys and one scared Bella. "Now. What was I about to do? Oh yes, reward the group for a job well done." Harry said, placing one hand on his hip before taking off his cloak.
"You three." He said abruptly. "Come here." they stepped forward. "Bella." He hissed softly. "Tell me, did you set off any wards?" He asked. She shook her head in a negative gesture. "Good. Good." Harry muttered. "Lucius. what did you find?" He asked suddenly. Lucius swallowed. "We found a great number of things. Cages, whips, bloodstains, other stains, ripped clothing, rags, torture devices, a will, a loose floorboard, drawings, other stuff. It smelled pretty rancid, to tell you the truth." Lucius said.
"Draco...what did you think of what you found?" Harry asked, looking at he Malfoy heir. "I thought it was horrible, what those rotten muggles did to you. I pitied you, and I felt bad that I had been so terrible to you all these years" Draco said, looking nervously at Harry. "At least you told the truth. And don't pity me, pity them. They will get their comeuppance, I'll make sure of it."
At the end of the little speech, he grabbed his cloak, pulled it on, drew up the cloak, and swished from the room, leaving three Death Eaters and one Dark Lord very confused behind him.