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Chapter Two: Becoming more...

"Talking"

Thinking - Emphasized word - Spells

"Demonic/Godly/Cosmic Entity Speech" - Incantations

His eyes shot open and he sat up, looking around frantically, searching for the monster that attacked him, only to find that he was alone...wherever he was. He looked around as he got up, seeing that wherever he had ended up was not a nice place at all. Blood seemed to drip down the walls, there were chains attached to rather wicked looking hooks on the walls and ceiling.

"Lovely…" he muttered as he walked, only to stop suddenly when a terrible headache assaulted him, causing him to groan in discomfort and close his eyes, one of his hands going to the side of his head, massaging it to try and help with the pain.

Harry opened his emerald eyes and blinked as the pain stopped as suddenly as it had started, and memories he had forgotten for some reason appeared in front of him, as though they were a show on a TV.

The first memory showed him, a few years younger, standing in front of a writhing and howling Vernon, a dark grin on his face as he just stared at the man's suffering. It really didn't bother him knowing he was torturing someone, he always knew he was wrong in the head with his sadistic disposition, after all.

The next memory was of him, sitting on his cupboard, listening intently as his aunt yelled at someone about what he'd done, telling whoever it was that she didn't want him there anymore. The person assured her that it wouldn't happen again, and he'd take care of it. Whatever it was. Seconds later an old man opened his cupboard and peered at him with his blue twinkly eyes and frowned, muttering something about too much power and bindings, before he pointed a stick at him, and with a red light, the memory stopped.

The next memory showed, once again, him standing over someone, but this time it had been a friend of his cousin's, one that never bothered to show up again. The boy was screaming in pain, but this time Harry was doing something to him physically. He remembered the moments that led to that scene now, he had been in the library researching some things he'd heard his uncle muttering about, mostly to learn new words and their meaning, when the window he'd been close to shattered, and a rock hit him on the side of his head.

He remembered looking to the shattered window and seeing one boy staring back at him with a wide smirk on his face. He had had two options at the time, let the school faculty deal with the boy who had just clearly damaged school property, or he could deal with it himself and not depend on possibly corrupt officials. That had been among the easiest choices in his young life.

He'd looked at the scattered glass pieces on the ground, and finding one with a shape that pleased him, picked it up and jumped out the window, stalking the still immobile boy, glass shard expertly hidden behind his back. When he'd gotten close enough, little Harry kicked the boy with all his strength on the side of his knee, causing that leg to give out and the bully to drop to one knee. That done, Harry pulled the shard from its resting place and went to work. First he slashed the arm with which the boy launched the rock at the window, a gash from shoulder to elbow, then, as the taller and older boy fell back in pain and trying to get away from him, he pinned him down by pouncing on top of him and sitting on the older boy's stomach, a dark grin on his face.

The next memory showed, once again, him confronted by the old man with the weird stick, saying something about compulsion charms to hide his darker tendencies. He remembered, with no small amount of pride, telling the old man before he lost consciousness once again. "I'll never break."

There were other memories that resurfaced as well, but those two were the big moments he really needed to remember. He'd gotten close to breaking a few times, facing the wrath of Vernon Dursley, the contempt of Petunia, and the abuse of Dudley. Those memories helped remember, he would never be normal, he would never obey, he would never break. They wanted a freak? He'd give them the biggest freak there ever fucking was.

Harry felt a rush of...something surging through him as he squared his shoulders. Along with his memories, apparently whatever had been bound within him was set free, and he felt much better, like he'd found an oasis in the desert.

A pained howl caught his attention, and Harry turned his head to its source, breaking into a run toward it; he felt that whatever was happening, it was important. He ran through the labyrinth that he was in, somehow knowing with scary accuracy when to turn left, when to run right, and when the walls were fake. He stopped when he came to a...well, it was something alright.

He watched as a beast, much like the one he'd briefly tried fighting before stood before...him. Well, it was an older version of him, and he was paler, had dark veins running through his body, claws instead of normal nails and his teeth were black as he grinned maliciously at the beast, but Harry knew for certain that he was looking at a version of himself.

The older him was the first to notice his arrival, and turned his head in his direction. It was then that Harry noticed his face for the first time; he'd been staring at the dark veins, that seemed to pulse with life as they moved across the older man's body; and saw that he had a full beard, his eyes were still the same vibrant green but the whites...weren't white, they were black. And his hair was longer, but still messy.

"Ah...the host finally appears." The older man said, his voice a smooth baritone, which was interesting, as Harry thought, given what the man looked like, that he'd sound like a demon out of one of those movies aunt Petunia watched every now and then. "Honestly, I could drag this out and monologue, saying you will never be able to resist me, and I will take over your human body, but really, I have other matters to attend to, so just submit."

As the man finished speaking, the darkness that surrounded him lashed out and surrounded him. Harry's eyes widened as he saw black tendrils stretch from the blackness that surrounded him and reach his skin, only to seemingly crawl into him! His mouth opened with a gasp, and he realized his error a second too late, for no sooner had he opened his mouth, the darkness just rushed into him through the open orifice. He choked and gagged, but it just kept coming and coming, apparently an endless supply of dark power entering his body, causing him to convulse.

His eyes glazed over and his struggles started dying out as his brain began telling him to stop fighting, to accept his fate, that he'd at least see his parents again. He could feel his body changing as the power consumed him. Tears appeared at the edge of his eyes as images flashed in his mind of his mother standing above him, telling him she'd always watch over him and protect him. She had beautiful red hair and eyes much like his own.

A challenging howl entered his ears and he turned his eyes to the beast that was now watching him with something akin to fear. Was it fear of him, or fear for him? Was that monster a representation of his mother? It did have her eyes, after all, and it had been fighting the older him before he arrived at the scene.

Normally that thought process would make no sense, but Harry needed to grasp onto something to give himself hope, so in a last ditch effort he reached out, willing with all his soul that the beast out help him in some way. He watched with a growing sense of happiness as the beast trekked toward him, one of his long limbs reaching forward, grasping his stretched hand, and in that moment a pain like nothing Vernon could have ever concocted took hold of his whole body.

It felt like his body had caught fire, but from the inside. He couldn't scream as the darkness was still being force-fed to him, but the tears that freely ran down his cheeks now showed exactly what he wanted to convey. Harry James Potter, in that moment, thought that if this was what dying felt like, he looked forward to the suffering to stop.

But, as suddenly as it had started, the mind consuming pain subsided and he was once more capable of proper thoughts. The first thing he did notice, since he could just see darkness around him, was that his mind felt different. It was like he became more...feral, bestial even.

Another change was that, as before he could feel in his mind a...compulsion of sorts to give up, he now felt the opposite. He felt in control of his mind again, and he remembered...I will not break! His eyes cleared and focused, narrowing at the darkness that was finishing its force-feeding.

As it ended, Harry gulped, as though forcing down a piece of food lodged on his throat and instead of the pain he'd felt when the beast touched his hand, it felt like another rush, in front of his eyes much like the memories he'd reacquired moments ago, he saw information being shown him, images of what the darkness he'd just consumed was capable of.

Images of hooks on chains stretching from nowhere, of reality itself warping at the command of a man with pins all over his head and pitch black eyes appeared in front of his eyes. He couldn't quite condone just torturing willy nilly. The people he let his darker desires out on deserved to suffer, but he did commend the man for creativity if nothing else.

The last few images faded and his eyes turned to the older him, who was watching with interest the happenings in front of him. Harry saw no fear reflected on those dark eyes, no anger at his defiance to just submit to him. There was an...acceptance shown on his face that confused the boy just couldn't understand. The man grinned a dark toothed grin and jerked his head in a direction before he turned and began walking, Harry cautiously following behind.

"I'm just the manifestation of the power you consumed. I serve whoever is capable of mastering me. My former master wanted to overwhelm you and take over your body with his power, but you resisted. So now I serve you instead." They walked in silence for a while after that, and Harry continued to look all around him, seeing the grotesque labyrinth that he was somehow trapped in.

"You do know we're in your mind, yes? That werewolf that saved you back there was a representation of the curse you were afflicted with after being bitten, I, as I said, am a manifestation of the powers you just consumed…" The older him trailed off as they reached their apparent destination, and a sight that for some reason made Harry's blood boil with rage.

In front of him stood the man from the visions...the pin headed man, with pitch black eyes and a sinister smile on his face as he stood tall, with dark leather robes that seemed to stick to his body, with holes just big enough to reveal patches of skin that were torn, revealing the muscle underneath.

But the sight of him wasn't what made his blood boil, no. It was the sight of the woman that knelt as his feet, off to the side, her head bowed in submission. He recognized that beautiful red color. Was that…

"Wha...mom!?" Eyes widening as the woman's head shot up, Harry felt his desire to tear the man apart grow tenfold. Her beautiful green eyes had been gouged out, as had her tongue. With a snarl, he turned to the still smiling man, who began talking in an adequately dark voice.

"Hmm...the son finally shows…" The man spared a glance to the woman before turning his eyes to Harry once more. "She really put up a fight, you see. I would have claimed this soul as my own long ago if not for this one's interference. Many years we fought, until finally her attention was taken...elsewhere, and she slipped." If you want me angry you're doing an excellent job, motherfucker. Harry growled menacingly, which only served to broaden the man's smile.

"Oh the sights I've shown her...the exquisite pain she felt. Time has no meaning inside one's mind, you see, and what was but a year since she lost our little bout, might as well have been an eon. I so enjoy the breaking of particularly strong souls…" Harry had to take a deep, shuddering breath at that. He wanted suffering? Oh, Harry James Potter could deliver, yes indeed…

† Timeskip: Five Years Later †

He walked confidently, ignoring the stares of the people around him as he pulled his trolley behind him, which contained his school trunk and the cage of his beautiful companion, Hedwig. The beast itself currently occupied his left shoulder as he walked, gently hooting every now and then, as though commenting on the passerby.

Harry was tall now, much taller than an eleven year old even had the right to be, but ever since that night, after fusing with his inner beast the way he had, he didn't transform on the full moon, but his appearance changed slightly to accommodate his new status as a proper wolfman. He became taller, his body bulkier, and his canines becoming proper fangs.

The other changes in him, and probably the reason he called so much attention, were because of the power that once belonged to the man titled The Hell Priest. His skin was pale white, to the point it was like he applied make-up for it to look that specific color. Black veins ran through his body, specifically his arms, legs and torso. His eyes were his beloved emerald green as always, but the sclera became black, as had his teeth. Which was funny because despite the change in color, his teeth still sparkled in the light.

His clothing was also something he doubted people expected to see on a wizard of all things. He wore black long sleeved shirt, with leather wrapping on his forearms and abdomen. Black leather pants that clung to his body but weren't really all that confining, black combat boots on his feet and a black overcoat to finish the ensemble.

By his side, floating a centimetre above the floor was the ever present spirit of his beloved mother, who first of all damned her very soul to protect him, and then spent, as the Hell Priest explained, eons defending him from a fate many times worse than death. After his fight, Harry had used his newfound power to heal his mother's spirit, restoring her eyes and tongue so that she could talk to him and see him. They spent quite some time together to heal her from the horrors she had gone through at the hands of that man. Interestingly enough, as he consumed the last of what he assumed was the Hell Priest's soul, it was revealed to him that it had been, in reality, a fraction of Voldemort's soul; that had been corrupted by and consumed by the powers he was trying to steal from Harry; that he had eaten, to which Harry had just said "Eh, a meal is a meal."

"I still remember my first time coming through the station. I couldn't quite wrap my head around the fact that magic was real, and that I was a witch!" His mother babbled on happily, and he just smiled indulgently. The woman could talk about flaying the skin off babies, and all he would ask was if she wanted him to test her methods, he was that devoted to the spirit of his greatest hero.

"It was me and Sev against the world, those first years. Before I got a glimpse of the man behind the mask, that is." Her tone turned dark at that and Harry frowned, he didn't know who the fuck this Sev guy even was but he was going to, as Hell Priest liked to say, show him such sights. "Did you know, that to even be able to be marked as a Death Eater, the initiation included raping, torturing, and murdering? And Severus is a marked Death Eater." He nodded, to indicate he'd been listening. Okay, so Sev meant Severus, now he knew the name, he just needed to put a face to that name. They continued for some time, with his mother directing him through King's Cross, toward the fabled platform nine and three quarters.

"Okay, it's that pillar there. Remember how to get through?" He nodded at her words and she nodded back, looking around one last time to ensure no mundanes; they'd agreed to create their own nomenclature for what wizards called muggles, as both thought that word was rather degrading. "I'll go back for now, I'll see you once you've settled in on a compartment, okay?" At his nod; he couldn't speak out loud at the risk of being sent to an asylum for holding conversations with something that wasn't there; Lily disappeared back into his mind and Harry walked through the false wall of the portal to platform nine and three quarters.

AN: Second chapter in the story. Before I say anything else I need to amend something I said in the last AN...I stated then that he would traverse the Multiverse when I said he was going to visit other work of fiction's realities...I have since done some research into the Marvel Multiverse and re-learned that the Multiverse as stated in the comics means only Marvel realities, different iterations of it. The travels I mean for Harry to make in the future are considered, within Marvel as the Omniverse, so to correct myself, Harry will only travel across the Omniverse after he sets things up in his home universe.

With that out of the way, I do have some things to say, I know I said the story will be one in which Harry will be dark, but that's Harry, it doesn't mean everyone around him will have the same disposition. Plus, he wants, more than anything, to make his mom, his greatest hero, proud. Instead of asking her if she is proud of him regardless, he feels that for that to happen he has to control himself, so he is constantly holding himself back, suppressing himself, controling his thoughts and powers, to the point he has yet to really begin acting like I will have him acting in the future. I don't know why but I felt I needed to explain that '-'

Another thing I wanna say, don't expect Harry to really care for anything that happens in Hogwarts unless it involves himself or the people he cares about; which won't be many, believe you me; so he won't run around trying to uncover plots and help anyone other than himself. Again, I don't know why, but I feel the need to explain this, I think people will expect Harry, even a dark Harry, to run around looking for trouble. This Harry won't, he is self-assured, to the point of arrogance when it comes to power.

Last thing I feel I need to explain about the story, it'll cover only Harry's POV. I argued with myself about trying to make a few scenes where I show the consequences of his personality on others, but in the end this story is about Harry working his way through the Omniverse, being a dark, sarcastic, arrogant supremely overpowered God. And even though the thought of doing some torture scenes from the mind of the victims intrigues me, showing Harry's absolute joy in the suffering he brings others makes up for that methinks.

Other than that, I'm starting to think I'll only mention Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool. I don't know if I'm confident enough in my fourth-wall breaking skills to cover that aspect of his personality. I'll give it a try on his first appearance, but if the feedback on it; read criticism, I'll feed flaming to Harry; says it didn't work, I'll have him disappear for a while as I work on that.

Lemme see, anything else...? Hmm, I think I covered everything I wanted to talk about at this time, so that is that...

Oh! Answering reviews! I remember I made that a thing before my forced timeout, so let's get back to it! Hmm, one review, let's see...

Hellfire45: Thanks! And sorry if the way I wrote it left her fate apparently ambiguous, hopefully this chapter explains it implicitly that yes she is deader than a ran over cat.