You Should Not Have Sent Me Back

by DZ2

The Holiday's Over Response: Harry has to go back to Privet Drive, he said. It's where he's safest, he said. He will understand that it's all for the Greater Good, he said. Oh Albus: after all these years, do you ever get tired of being wrong? Dark/Evil Powerful Harry; Pairings TBD (NOT SLASH)

1. The Harry Who Returned

You Should Not Have Sent Me Back: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.

Plot: The Holiday's Over Response: Harry has to go back to Privet Drive, he said. It's where he's safest, he said. He will understand that it's all for the Greater Good, he said. Oh Albus: after all these years, do you ever get tired of being wrong?

DZ2's 'The Holiday's Over' Challenge: One swallow might not make a summer, but one summer was all it took for a hero to fall into darkness: now, what returns to Hogwarts is stronger, darker, meaner and less like the Harry we know and love, which begs the question: what happened? And can - or, more importantly will - Harry ever want to go back? Doubt it!

Rules: Dark or Evil Harry

Powerful Harry

The story MUST start on the first of September in ANY year after 1st

On September 1st, Harry's friends MUST notice a change in Harry physically, but when they speak to him and try to get answers, his attitude, responses and even opinions/choice of words leave them wondering what happened to make Harry seem darker by comparison

What DID happen is up to you, but in the time between it happening and September 1st, Harry MUST have become something...MORE!

All pairings are welcome

Guidelines: Crossovers

Super/OP Harry

For whatever reason, Harry has decided to walk the path of a Dark Lord

Snapped/Insane Harry

Harry's no longer human

For whatever reason, Harry now seeks to side with Voldemort

As part of his new outlook, Harry reveals he's found a way out of Gryffindor and gets a resort

Slash

Harems

Harry/Multi

Malfoy, Snape and others are impressed/afraid of Harry's new mannerisms and methods

As well as a darker outlook, Harry's acquired some questionable skills/items/companions/powers/magical abilities

In a funny twist, this Harry is actually from the future (Time Travelled back to a summer)

Forbidden: Light or Grey Harry

Weak Harry

Harry NOT turning Dark as a result of a summertime event/incident/conflict

Harry's friends, or anyone else, making Harry go back to being what he was before

Harry himself willingly deciding he'd sooner go back to being a good guy/Lightsider

Other than that, it's up to you…

Author's Note: So, consider this my final early Christmas present to my loyal friends and fans, mostly because, in a short while, I'll be offsite until the New Year, so here's to my final story of 2022 and all the best for 2023.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and all love and thanks to my friends and fans.

And to the naysayers, I wish you well and, if I had one Christmas wish, it'd be that you understand what the following famous fanfiction words mean…DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!

Recommended Reads: Apex by JustBored21, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch, Aspirations by megamatt09, The Crimson Sorcerer by TwistedFilms, A True Slytherin Rises by MightyGryffindor, Ascension by PerseusPeverell092, Harry Potter and the Perversion of Purity by ACI100, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Dying to Live by ch4, A Flaw in Fate by 521-DREAM, Dying Light by Darkw01fe and The Rise of the Last Potter by HPfanfictioner66

Key Pairing: Dark/Evil Harry/TBD

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

/Parseltongue/

Chapter 1: The Harry Who Returned

Worry.

That was an emotion that seemed to unite Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger as they passed through the barrier between the Magical and Muggle Worlds, finding themselves on the familiar surroundings of Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters. The very fact that they seemed to have conveniently managed to find one another on the Muggle side of the world spoke volumes of their combined abilities, while, at the same time, Ron also looked back, as if checking that his family were with him.

More-specifically, he checked on those members of the Weasley Clan who were coming to Hogwarts with him – well, except for Percy, since Ron didn't care much for his prat of a Prefect brother.

More-specifically-still, he checked on Ginny, seeing as how she was the key reason for his worry.

Seeing as how her betrothed had not been at the Burrow all summer, as Ron and the Twins had invited him to be.

NB

Of course, out of everyone there on the platform, only three people actually knew – read: believed it with every fibre of their magpie minds and obsession-driven souls – that Ginny was even betrothed, not to mention the identity of the aforementioned betrothed spirit.

After all, as far as Ron, his Mum and his sister were concerned, who else was good enough to be the future Lady Potter, apart from the seventh Weasley child, who had such a loving, supportive family to watch her back?

NB

As he looked back to the train, Ron gave Hermione a none-too-friendly shove as he asked, "Oi! Can you see him, then?"

"If I had, I'd have told you, Ronald," argued Hermione, earning a scowl from Ron, while Hermione added, "I still can't believe none of you had any kind of idea to so much as check on Harry's wellbeing. You knew what he thought of going back to the Muggles; he said it himself just last year. He wasn't going home…"

Fortunately, the loud whistle of the Hogwarts Express drowned out Hermione's remaining words, much to Ron's relief.

Honestly, why she'd even bothered stalking his family in the Muggle World, he didn't know, but, soon enough, he'd have a buffer to deal with her, except for when he pretended to be her friend, so she'd help him pass classes.

If only he could find the buffer…and then rip him a new hole, or several, for not bothering to write back or nothing.

Besides, who did Hermione think she was, blaming Ron for not keeping in touch with the buffer?

What?

Didn't she have a jelly-scone, or whatever it was that the Muggles called such a pointless contraption?

NB

As Ron had his one-track-minded moment, neither he nor Hermione noticed that their typical argumentative nature was being observed by the very object of their desires.

And, when the object saw Ron's scowl, as well as a glint of emotional thought that, obviously, was pretty damn lonely in there, the object scoffed.

"Nice to see your true self showing his ugly, useless head at last, Ronald Bilius Weasley…shame the only one of us who'll get what he deserves is me…as you and your little bitch brigade will all soon learn."

NB

"Come on! We've got less than two minutes to find somewhere to sit!"

"Fine," scowled Ron, a part of him vowing to make sure that the buffer received one of his Mum's infamous Howlers for wasting his best mate's time and risking his education because the show-off wanted to make himself out to be something more than the obviously-egomaniacal celebrity he was.

Fortunately, Ron had seen and heard enough from his Mum to know that a certain newcomer to Hogwarts would soon wipe that thought off of the buffer's mind for good.

After meeting Gilderoy Lockhart, nobody would want to be associated with fame, unless it was to spoil their best mates and follow a set plan, which would result in handsome, powerful – and, of course, rich – children with green eyes and red hair, who'd elevate the Weasley Family back to where they rightfully belonged.

At the top of the food chain, while scum like Malfoy would be licking Ron's boots clean, begging for mercy and calling him Master.

NB

How ironic it was that such dark thoughts came from those who claimed to be the Ultimate Light, eh?

NB

Saying goodbye to his parents, Ron made his way along the train, a part of him hating how happy and normal everyone seemed to be, especially since they should have been focusing on the fact that their hero wasn't coming back to school.

After all, if he were, he'd have already met his best mate and made plans to show the slimy snakes a thing or two, so…

"Come on, this is the only empty one," said Ron, stopping outside the first empty compartment he could find, before he threw the door open, just as the train began to move.

As it did so, however, Ron's eyes widened with rage when he saw a flash of white feathers, nesting on the window of the supposedly-empty compartment, as well as a figure who only revealed themselves when the door opened. Before then, they seemed to have been hiding in the shadows of the compartment, but now, both Ron and Hermione blanched and turned red with rage and disbelief when they saw the sole occupant of the supposedly-empty compartment.

Green eyes that now shone brightly without even a flicker of resistance or lost ugliness from outdated, improper glasses.

Wild dark hair that looked more like a halo of shadows, instead of the previously-insane and wildly-untameable hairstyle he used to have.

And, worse – at least, in Ron's mind, it was such – was the fact that he was now dressed in sleek, well-fitting – and, again, the only thing that Ron's magpie mind could focus on, expensive-looking – clothes that accentuated a lean, proud frame, as well as the fact that, over the summer, he'd put on a little weight and grown about six inches, making him taller than Ron, who now had to look up into the previously-mentioned green eyes when their owner drew himself to his full height, before he sneered at the two lions as he folded his arms smugly.

"So, let me guess, Ronald: everywhere else is full, is it?"

"You…uh…well, I mean, yeah," said Ron, trying to hide his loathing behind a mask of funny indifference as he laughed, "What are the odds?"

"Well, given you're too lazy to go looking beyond the first compartment where your betters sit, and Granger is basically following your lead, since she has no other friends…well, none she can't resist scolding like she's our Mum, which in my case, would be nothing short of a Mother-Magic-cursed-Miracle; she also has no social standing and no life outside of the walls of the nearest library stacks…so, when you consider all that, I'd say the odds that everywhere else is even remotely close to being full are pretty damn low," drawled twelve-year-old Harry James Potter, earning a tick from Ron, while Hermione's eyes widened, both with rage and alarm at how callous, cavalier and tell-it-like-it-is Harry now sounded.

Harry, meanwhile, looked to Ron before he scoffed as he added, "And let me guess; now you're going to spit your dummy out and demand answers to questions you have no right to ask and I can't be arsed to waste precious oxygen answering. Then, Granger is going to demand I stop being so selfish and tell you what you deserve to know, just because you've been crying into your spare change jar that your meal ticket never came to the Warren…both cause he didn't want to come and because he, meaning I, had more-important things to be doing, like living my life, making a lot of noise that nobody could hear and, best of all, coming to a choice…would you like to know what that choice is, Ronniekins?"

Ron's hands clenched into fists, while Harry scoffed again as he saw the threatening look and possible danger.

"And, of course, since your mouth hasn't worked, you're thinking of hitting me like a common Muggle freak of nature; well, you just go right ahead and try, Wickle Wonnikins. I mean, it's not like I've taken on baby erumpents, overgrown whale-bull hybrids and hyena packs…oh, and Voldemort too, of course…and no, Ronald, I won't stop using the name. As I'm sure Granger's said at some point: fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself…and, since I am the guy who's vanquished him, not once, but twice now, with real magic, not foolish wand-waving or silly incantations, I daresay I have no reason to fear the ophidian abomination!"

Again, Hermione looked dumbfounded, while Harry took a hold of the handle to his compartment as he added, "Alternatively, since there's not an audience for you to pander to, PT, I suggest you wait. I'm sure Draco and his favourite magnetic bookends will be along soon enough, so you can fling shit around then and look like Mummy's brave lickle lying, two-faced arse of a hole then, okie-dokie?"

With that, Harry closed the door, before he raised a hand and waved mockingly as he turned and sat down near the window, stroking Hedwig's feathers softly with his free hand.

With his other hand, however, Harry held up one finger, then two…

Then Ron opened the door, "You bastard!"

"Do you know what? I honestly thought you'd get to three," drawled Harry, heaving a sigh as he added, "Ah well, oh, and as for the b-word, since we all know what a nun Granger is when it comes to language and speaking out of turn against someone she worships like Almighty God, but I digress. With regards to that word, I assure you, my parents were happily married when they gave the world the gift of…well…me. So, once again, Ronald; you got it wrong…whoops!"

Before he could finish saying what he wanted to say, Harry ducked suddenly as Ron's hand flew towards his head, but the only thing the redhead ended up doing was punching the glass window. While the glass managed to endure the hit, a scream of pain still tore through the compartment as Hedwig's talons found Ron's clenched fist, while the owl slashed him for daring to attack her master.

"Oh, Hedwig…" sighed Harry, tutting disapprovingly as he stroked his owl's feathers again, "We never attack our own: even when they're as thick as he is. No owl treats for the rest of the day for you, beautiful."

Hedwig just hooted in response, while Harry turned and, shaking his head, he added, "Then again, wild, predatory animal, threat of flesh, smell of a rodent like those she'd eat…what else would you expect, especially since, as far as my girl's concerned, I'm her hatchling and her master-both. So, come for me, you're coming for her hatchling and…well…she does have motherly instincts; not quite as obnoxiously-overcompensating as the dulcet tones of Madam Weasley, of course, but, thank Merlin, who is?"

"You…you…you damn Dark Wizard!"

"Um…how?" asked Harry, watching as Ron staggered to the door, cradling his bleeding hand, while Harry added, "I'm sure I never drew my wand, and, like I said, Hedwig was just using her natural-born instinct to defend her own, so…exactly what sort of Dark Magic have I used?"

"You…you…you…"

"Me-me-me-me-me!" said Harry in a singsong voice, almost as though he was warming up for a song himself. "Thanks Weasley; I needed a good smile. Now, since you're neither worth my time or any more of my patience, and I strongly suspect the next claws from my girl will involve your pepperoni pizza face, I suggest you spare a brain cell for the thought of buggering off and, next time, when you see a compartment, do the smart thing for him, would you, Granger? Knock."

To Hermione's surprise, Harry flicked his wrist, closing the door to the compartment before he smiled and waved mockingly, Hedwig now nestled on his shoulder, her talons still dripping blood from where she'd slashed Ron's hand open.

Curiously, the redhead's only response was to run off to his brothers, not to get them to help heal the wound.

But whine and complain about the dark wizard who'd attacked him, as though he was actually suffering from post-Cruciatus exposure.

NB

Back in his compartment, Harry lowered his hand before, with the same hand, he rubbed the blood from Hedwig's talons, where he licked it up softly as he whispered, "Good work, my sweet; of course, what else would I expect from my only loyal friend and family member?"

Hedwig let out a shrill, almost-haunting-sounding cry as she spread her wings and bowed to Harry, earning a small smile from the young wizard before he sat back down on his seat, humming nonchalantly as he looked down to his other hand.

Where a fat, grey rat was frozen stiff in Harry's vice-like grip, helpless against the predatory stares off both man and beast as man spoke again;

"Now then, I think it's high time you and I had a nice little chat, Uncle Peter…cause, in the immortal words of a certain Muggle media; you got some splaining to do!"

Brr, talk about a season of change: second year has begun and Harry seems to have come back to Hogwarts as someone else…or should that be…as something else?

For instance, what's with his darker demeanour, why didn't he bother wasting time with the liars and hypocrites, and what does he mean when he claims a rat has some explaining to do?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Fools rush in where smart men would fear to tread; however, when the fools come back for another go at the circus, Harry bares more than just a finger to the sun for their thoughts and opinions; and, as though seeking to prove it, he's got the perfect buffer of his own, to prove that he isn't one…not anymore;

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