Chapter 1: Harry's Story: Part 1

Lily and James Potter had been holding there four year-old son, Harry. They had been in their house hiding with what little food they had left of their stockpile when the thugs arrived. Harry's Parents had stabbed one of the larger thugs and ran off. The thugs were part of the gangs that had sprung up when news of the imminent destruction had been leaked.

As it turned out, the deity in charge of Harry's dimension had decided to play marbles with a rather large stray comet. The astronomers had discovered its course rather quickly and had warned the public. As they had seen it Earth had about 17 years. This was the biggest Mistake that could have been made. The entire society collapsed and there was Anarchy.

Harry's parents had been a few of the lucky they had gotten a large stockpile of food and a semi decent house to hide out in. When the thugs had stumbled across it they had smelt food and knew that they had hit a jackpot. Food was rather scarce in these times.

Harry and his parents managed to escape and went into hiding. It was the third patrol that they stumbled across that had captured them. Harry and his parents had been dragged into a large room. It was most likely a large family estate before the news, but now it was merely an estate for the Black Lord.

Harry had been forced to sit through the torture and subsequent death of his parents. His tears had dried up after the second hour and Harry merely sat there hiccupping occasion and shaking uncontrollably.

Once his parents were dead Harry had been taken to the slave quarters. The master a stooped old woman beat the young child into a submissive slave in a matter of minutes. Harry became the lord's personal wine server. He also served as a wine tester.

Harry worked every day doing tasks for the leader and serving his master. The Black Lord was not a nice man. He would frequently whip and beat young Harry. He was also notorious for raping his female slaves.

Harry had been working as Lord Black's Personal Wine server/tester until the day Harry killed the first person he had in his life. They were far from the last. Harry was fifteen and he had noted a man trying to sneak close to him that was holding a knife. He was muttering another behind him.

"I will get the Child and then the Lord will fall." Harry paled softly and when the first man leapt at him Harry's reflexes seemed to take over. A voice seemed to whisper across his skin telling here he was to move and what to do.

Harry stepped back and as the man started past him Harry tossed his chain in front of the man causing it to wrap around the man's neck. With a swift yank the man was choked to death. Harry had stopped and stared in shock at what he had done and then blinked softly and retreated back into the place in the back of his mind pulling his walls and mask up upon his face as he turned back to the wine ignoring the corpse tethered to his chain.

Lord Black had had him transferred the next day. Harry underwent the worst training he had ever done. His body would scream and his mind could barely function but somehow he had made it to the end. Harry was now 17 and he was a full-fledged assassin.

Harry had been tied face down on a table when he heard a man enter and mutter quietly with his commander. The man seemed to nod and then walked over and began his version of the tattoo process. Harry's body seemed to be on fire and his mind screamed as he felt the dye burn his nerves. It took the man about 4 hours but finally the finely crafted Ankh was upon Harry's back.

Harry was untied and then he stood and looked at the tattoo artist and blinked in surprise. "Harry, I have marked you as my equal in almost everyway." The man said softly and Harry and only nodded coldly. Harry had finally succeeded in shielding his mind from the Horror that he had committed and that had been done to him.

Harry had followed the man out to where a large closet was full of various dark clothes. The man waved and nodded. "This is your closet, you may wear anything from it but you cannot wear anything else." The man said and then he turned and strolled out of the room leaving Harry to his thoughts.

The boy took of the ratty clothes he had worn since he was old enough to fit in the size he currently wore. He walked into the closet and put on a pair of jet-black jeans and a white button down silk shirt. He pulled on a black vest and pulled on a black leather duster over that. He put a black hat with a broad brim over his head and then put a pair of black reflective glasses on.

He walked out of his quarters and to the main hall of the Library. He approached the large black throne and knelt before it bowing his head and awaiting his orders. The man looked at him calmly for a few moments.

"You shall be leading a raid of a nearby camp. You will leave with a hundred men in a few minutes. We will take the women and children but we will kill all the men." He said calmly and then he added as an afterthought. "Any Prisoner that resists can also be killed." The Black Lord said nonchalantly.

Harry nodded and stood walking out to gather up the men and leave. Around 90 minutes later they were at the edge of the enemy's territory. Harry paused for a moment and contemplating letting the men live but brushed the idea off. If he disobeyed orders he would be whipped.

He gave a quick wave and his troops rushed forward using the rifles they held to quickly wash over the camp killing anyone that attempted to fight back. Harry walked into the camp after them and when everyone was dead Harry stood tall and called out calmly.

"Women and Children, come to me. My master wishes to take you as slaves, if you wish to live this are the only way to do so. My master is not a nice man, but he is not overly cruel. If you completely opposed to the idea, my men will be happy to end your lives so you may go to whatever happens to be awaiting you in the after-life.

Harry noted that a few of the women took him up on his offer and were promptly killed. Harry shook his head sadly and then nodded to his men who began to tie the women up and lead them away. Harry retreated into his safe place as his men began to kill the infants there: The screams of the dying would not leave his dreams for days to come.

When Harry returned with the slaves and food, he was praised and given a bigger room with a bigger supply of food. When he was offered a personal slave he declined and continued to sleep alone. Harry continued his raids and continued to rise in rank; his safe place becoming more and more fortified. His ruthlessness was legend and He would have no doubt continued to do this till the day the comet hit.

Unfortunately Fate had other things in mind. One day in His Eighteenth year he met someone who would take him from his safe place. The person was not a particularly attractive girl. She was about average height and build. She had mousy brown hair. Her eyes were a dull chestnut but seemed to hold the secrets of the world. Her physique was uninteresting but this girl would somehow shatter the carefully built wall of Harry Potter, the Black Lord's Black Knight.

Author's Notes

Hey Folks, Well this is the First Chapter of Harry's Back Story. I know he might seem out of Character…but honestly…what do you expect. Anyway, I think there will be…another chapter of back story. Anyways, please please R&R.

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