AN: So, I figured I'd skip through 4th year, since I've kind of broken my previous trend of going year-by year. I've gotten a request for an Infernal!Harry story-arch. I've had this planned since the beginning. Personally I love Infernals, but I've been tyring to figure out how to make it work in the long run because Harry is not a Villain. Without seriously rewriting his backstory or re-writing certain evens, but I found the PERFECT moment and method for an Exaltation that revolves aorund the recipient *failing* in a moment where they could be epic… Harry certainly does this a couple of times, but where would it be appropriate, where would he be weakest and most susceptible to Infernal influence? No one ever said that Infernals can't regret their decision, just that they can't really get away from it…
Scene: End of fifth year, Post Department of Mysteries battle, Recovering in the Hogwarts Hospital wing.
Seeing Sirius die right in front of him and then not being able to do anything about it had a much deeper affect on Harry than people gave it credit. Most people assumed that the lack of really knowing him meant that Harry would get over it sooner than rather than later, all he needed was some time along to think it over. Normal people would assume it was really the fact that Harry couldn't even make Bellatrix pay for what she did even as much as using her favorite curse on her because "he had the wrong emotion for it."
The words echoed in his head until the moment that Voldemort took a hold of his mind and sent him screaming into a corner of his own mind, unable to do anything but watch on as Voldemort used his own voice to dare Dumbledore to kill him. Not to mention that he was able to accomplish this while still being able to move around in his own body.
Harry was left alone by his friends, his teachers and laughed at by his enemies for being just above useless but not quite to "Viable threat." Even when using an Unforgivable Harry was unable to make it last for anything longer than a few seconds. Harry was awake and sitting in his customary bed. It seemed that Madame Pomfrey had set aside a bed just for him… it was almost disturbing. The only way to make it worse is if there were a plaque with his name on it signifying it as his. It was more than a little depressing to know that he was in the Hospital Wing often enough that he even had a "customary" bed.
Harrys brain finally caught up to his eyes when it recognized the presences of something that just seemed wrong in all definitions. A beautiful woman wearing tight leather clothing might not be wrong by many people's definitions, but when one sees their hands constantly moving with too many fingers to count and seven knuckle joints, playing music on the very fabric of reality….
The music was haunting and disturbing. Harry could almost feel the tune work it's way into his mind, making him feel all of the moments of his life… And come up wanting. He could feel nothing but the depression at being constantly too weak to actually stop anyone aorund him from dying. First Cedric's face flashed behind his eyes, the image of his pale cooling corpse burned forever into his mind. The moment of Sirius being stunned and falling into the Veil, the look in his eyes as Harry watched on joining Cedric's face in his memory. The constant neglect and outright dislike form his relatives, his inability to shine out even at his best, all of it came crashing down on his mind as he listened to the music.
"I wish to give you an offer, Harry Potter. One that no mortal has yet refused." The woman spoke in a language that was at the same time foreign but still "English." The words were tinged with the same melancholy that the music inspired in Harrys mind. "I can give you the power that you should have… You know the prophesy, now, But shouldn't Dumbledore have told you years ago? To help you prepare for what you would inevitably face?"
This made some sense to Harry, but he still couldn't quite bring himself to get over how wrong the woman seemed.
"It's not your fault you couldn't help your friends or the only person you saw as family. If your friends actually wanted to help you, they would be here for you now, they would have gotten you out of your relatives house when you first hinted at how bad it was. If you accept the power I'm offering, you'll never be alone. You'll always have a family willing to do anything to help you." The woman looked at him, the usic took on a slightly lighter note, though the affect didn't change.
Harry couldn't help but wonder at the thought of having a family willing to do literally anything to help him if he asked. To have the power to do what he needed to do… The only thing that kept him from saying yes was his own fear of what acceptance might mean.
"If you take the offer you'll be given freedom to do as you will, within reason. You'll be free at last of the shadow of your Dark Lord, you'll be able to get rid of his influence in your life without any problem. You'll be free of the manipulative old man everyone seems to determined to follow into their graves. And most importantly, Harry, You'll never be alone ever again. You'll always have me with you. I'll guide you every step of the way, Harry."
Harry could tell that something was wrong, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. His mind was suddenly absolutely clear. Every word she spoke was followed by a flash of the person she was speaking about. Dumbledore plotting, Voldemort retuning to life in that abomination of a ritual and finally a slightly older version of himself with an almost palpable feeling of power surrounding him and only slightly behind him was the ghostly image of the woman currently standing at the foot of his bed.
With that last thought, any resistance to the thought of acceptance melted away. Harry could almost feel the affection the woman had for him, which seemed odd, but considering what she was offering, didn't he deserve a little bit of happiness in his life?
With that, the woman burst apart and the energy that made up her form surrounded Harry, sealing him inside a horrific cocoon of brazen mass…
Time Skip: 5 days.
When the Chrysalis shattered and Harry emerged, he saw the face of a statuesque man looking down at him. Not in a bad way, literally looking down at him. The man seemed to be upwards of 19 feet tall. Perhaps a Giant?
"Welcome to Malfeas, young Prince of the Green Sun."
This began Harry's training, and nothing would ever be the same for Creation and Hell alike.
