A full moon, Remus transformed. Didn't take his potion. Wormtail escaped. Sirius…Sirius!
The whines of the Grim-like animagus filled Harry's ears, his own heartbeat setting the tempo. He was about to be free, something that couldn't happen now. Because of his actions. Harry ran with every fiber of his being; harder than when the Basilisk was chasing him, faster than when Dudley and his gang stalked him on their flashy bicycles. A cold dread fell over him, but Harry didn't know it was the dementors. All he could think about was the ragged prisoner moaning on the lakeshore.
"Sirius!" Harry shouted, Hermione gasping for breath as she caught up with the Boy-Who-Lived.
Sirius shuddered, sobs coming from him. Agony poured from Harry's godfather.
"Not Lily and James…No, not them! James, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Hermione looked up, realizing what was happening. A fresh wave of misery poured over her as she saw the sheer number of dementors floating ever closer. The darkness washed over her, thoughts of Ron and Harry about to die. Of seeing the reflection of those yellow eyes, the eyes that still haunted her when she woke up every morning.
"Harry! Look!"
Harry gazed up from Sirius, looking at his best friend of three years. He saw the tears pouring from her eyes: the eyes that were currently looking up towards the swirling darkness in absolute fear. Lily's screams were deafening at this point, but Harry still rose.
"Expecto patronum!" He shouted, using the memory the dementors gave him. He didn't understand it: his worst memory was his mother dying, yet it was the only thing he could think of. My mother loved me, so much. She loved me enough to die for me. I was loved.
The pearlescent stag leapt from Harry's wand, galloping around Sirius, Hermione and himself. Harry barely registered Sirius fainting from the sheer misery coming from the dark masses, he didn't notice as Hermione tried, and failed, to produce the Patronus that could help his own. He heard his father shout, but didn't register the words. Harry fought, pushing his patronus with the knowledge that came with knowing how much his parents loved him. James and Lily could have run, could have abandoned him on the doorstep of any place. They didn't. They fought, and so would he.
Harry fought until he saw nothing but darkness: the dementors were too much for the thirteen-year-old.
He paced, trapped in the confines of this boy's body. He remembered awakening the previous year, after seeing the corpse of the basilisk he had commanded nearly fifty years earlier. It was then that he understood: he had failed that Halloween night; the boy lived. Harry Potter survived, but he was not completely whole. No, Tom Marvolo Riddle – Lord Voldemort, still existed. Part of him was in the very thing he sought to destroy. He had laughed as the boy fell to his manipulations: inflating that filthy muggle pig. Too bad she didn't burst like he wanted. No, his influence was too weak. After all, a fraction of a soul cannot hope to best a whole one.
The room that he had created, mimicking the Chamber of Secrets, began shaking. Something was wrong. Why would this place, the darkest corner of the boy's soul, be fluctuating? He went to the scrying mirror and used a bit of his already shallow power to see what was happening. For the first time in years, Tom Riddle felt fear. Dementors were right outside this vessel, about to kiss the boy.
"Voldemort!"
Lord Voldemort turned to look at who would dare speak to him, shocked to see the thirteen-year-old Boy-Who-Beat-Him.
"Potter."
"Why are you here? Better yet: Where are we?"
"We're inside you, boy. Haven't you figured it out yet?"
"How are we inside me? That doesn't make any sense…"
Voldemort bit back a laugh: this boy was truly idiotic.
"Shut up, boy. Listen to me: you are about to be kissed by a dementor. Even as we speak, your soul is being damaging bit by bit. Look!"
Harry gazed around him at these words, unbelieving that he was actually talking to this murderer. He gasped: the world around him had rips and holes where there was nothing but darkness. He felt the bastard's hands grab his face, before seeing nothing but the crimson eyes of the psychopath who killed his parents.
"Potter! Listen to me. I can save you. When I gave you that scar, part of me came with it. It's why you hurt when I'm near, why you share my skill of Parseltongue. Look, I can help but you need to trust me. If you don't, you will suffer a fate worse than death. You know what will happen. Black and Granger will be kissed."
"It will be worth it if it means you go, too!" Harry shouted, wrestling to free himself from this monster's grip.
"Fool. You faced another part of me last year. If this part dies, I still win. You need to live, and I won't take no for an answer. Don't fight me on this, and thank me later."
Tom embraced the boy, closing his eyes as all around him went black.
When he opened his eyes, it was to greet the empty sockets of a dementor. Crimson eyes lit in awareness before a hand shot around the throat of the dementor. The dementor shrieked as it felt the pain coming from him; the rest of the dementors fled at the sound of one of their brethren dying. A grim satisfaction rose from within the boy, a dark chuckle as he realized he had a body. Lord Voldemort had risen once again; he would make sure nothing destroyed his horcruxes. He slowly lifted himself from the damp sand beneath him, looking around. The mudblood girl lay there, as well as Sirius Black. Tom thought of a different Black: Bellatrix. Oh, how he longed for the witch's body beneath him. He pictured the beautiful witch in his mind, his hands running through her brown bushy hair. Wait, brown bushy hair? Tom felt a tugging sensation in his chest, before a sharp pain erupted in his head. He shouted in pain, before losing consciousness.
A/N:
So it's been a while since I've been on the site and I'm still working on getting used to the formatting of everything again. Please review this short preview of what I have planned and let me know if you think I should continue this. If I do continue writing this, I will typically have shorter chapters. This is more for mobile users than anything else; I always hated reading a long chapter and having to stop in the middle for whatever reason. Anyway, thanks! -NeoR
August 28th update: Hello, readers. It is half past three o'clock in the afternoon. I hope you're all well. I noticed the first chapter (this one) was receiving a lot of views, but few carried to the next chapter. I can only assume, then, that something about this chapter isn't catching your eye. If it's simply not your taste, that's one thing. If it's because of my writing or something else, please inform me of such. Now, for all the new readers who are interested in the story, here's a brief idea of what I'm thinking in the upcoming chapters.
First and foremost, I don't have any set pairings in mind. I'm willing to work with the general consensus of the readers, you. I hint at a Hermione/Harry pairing because Hermione is the only female figure in Harry's life. I will state, for the record, that I will not do any homosexual Harry pairings. While I understand there is a huge fascination of straight guys fucking and sucking each other off, I am not a fan. There are plenty of fics out there that have Harry taking dick from people (especially Snape and Draco, apparently), go read those if that is your cup of coffee.
Secondly, I'm hoping to have this be less of a "I talk, you listen" type of story. I want your feedback, I want this to be a conversation of sorts between us. You have a voice, should you choose to use it. If you guys want more deviation from the books, let me know! I appreciate the challenge. Change what the horcruxes are/how many? Harry dates multiple people, you can pick? Sure. I'm willing to work with you guys. Some people aren't as flexible with their writing. In fact, that's a bit of why I'm writing this fanfiction. I have this idea in my head of how I would want Harry to deal with scenarios, I have these what-ifs going through my head. But, sadly, I cannot find any ffictions out there that address these. So I took up the proverbial sword and went to battle.
Thirdly, The 'Harcrux' will be similar to how Sam Winchester (of the Supernatural series) dealt with Lucifer, with Tom Riddle's spirit acting in a similar role. That is where the similarities end, fortunately. In my original draft, I simply had the horcrux take over. After reading a few of these, I decided against it.
Fourthly, as a means of encouraging review and interaction, I will, on occasion, give recommendations to various stories on the site. I may even be inclined to give your work a shout-out. This leads to the final point that I wish to address:
Please don't think of me as a review whore. I will not hold chapters hostage, demanding a number of reviews before I post the next chapter. That is ridiculous (though I've seen it done). I encourage reviews because it gives me feedback. Without feedback, I am inclined to believe all my work is utter garbage. I refer to chapter six as a statement to what garbage can be (left as such so that I, and everyone involved, notes said garbage). I seek to improve and become better at this, as I only have a small history of writing. Speaking of, I will complete this story. This is a promise from me to you. I will not abandon this project. So long as I have encouragement from you readers, I will keep at this. There will not be a sequel. Rather, I will complete all of the story in Horcrux Potter. Thank you all for your time, I await your input into the journey we take: together.