Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to JKR's work of art. However the plot and the nomad warriors and the black flame are mine. So fair warning: if you steal from me my warriors will hunt you down and do terrible terrible things to you. XD lol
I'm immensly pleased with all the alerts and the reviews! They made my day and so i decided to get right to work and start on this chapter.
And I here is a link to what Harry's birthmark looks like. I couldn't find a black flame so this will have to do. Just picture it black. lol Just take out the spaces... And hopefully you guys will be able to see the pic...
http : / thm - a02 . yimg . com / image / 68e7bcf0555f5358
YOU MUST READ THE WARNING! THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!
WARNING: There are some scenes in here that are not suitable for the faint of heart, there will be some spousal abuse, rape, foul offensive language, attempted murder and actual murder. As well as some nudity.
This story is rated M for a reason.
Chapter 5: Marked for Murder
Harry stood across from the full-length body mirror and peered at his body lightly running his hands over a sculpted chest and a slightly raised black birthmark above his heart, he was lost in thought.
When he had first arrived at the Dursleys he had expected a lashing from his Uncle and Aunt because that's how it always went.
Only this year something different and completely unexpected happened. It was miniscule and he would have missed it if he hadn't been looking at his Aunt when she did it.
The ride home had started normally enough. He was yelled at by Vernon and roughly shoved into the back seat of their vehicle in an attempt to get him out of sight faster. And when they had finally arrived at the Dursley residence Harry was met by Petunia at the front door, which was never a good sign.
Immediately he was put to work after lugging up his possessions to the room he stayed in, but instead of ignoring him as per usual Petunia watched him. At least when she thought Harry wasn't looking she watched him and if it weren't for the feeling of eyes on his back Harry never would have known it.
After his arrival and his aunt odd behavior things started to become even more weird especially when she was around him while he was doing his daily chores.
It started off as just her watching him at odd occasions but as the days passed he noticed that when ever Vernon would start in on him she would place her hand on his shoulder and Vernon would stop and then just turn and look at her in confusion before walking off and falling asleep on the couch infront of the teli with a beer.
Those nights when she stopped him usually lead to fights. And always, when asked why she was defending a no-good dirty rotten freak like him she answered the with the same phrase, " I'm not defending him, I'm protecting my family."
"From what?" Vernon would yell back. "He can't use 'it' outside that place!"
"Just trust me Vernon!" She would yell back at him. " Just trust me."
And they would go back to normal after that...but there was a lingering tension in the air around them. Around the whole house really. Even that idiot Dudley could tell something was wrong.
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Harry first began to notice something was not just strange with his Aunt but also himself about two weeks into his summer 'vacation'.
It had started off as his regular muscle soreness but after it didn't go away when it usually did, and instead got worse, he began to worry.
One night it had gotten to the point where he could barely sleep because it felt like he was burning from the inside out. Like fire was spreading throughout his veins and bleeding into his muscles.
The pain had gotten so intense that night that he blacked out into unconsciousness.
By the next morning when he didn't get up when he was supposed to Petunia looked in on him intent on getting him up herself to cook breakfast before stopping at the sight before her.
Harry laid on his bed the covers kicked off to the floor, skin flushed a feverish red as he gulped in air and murmured nonsense as clawed at his skin.
Snapping out of her trance Petunia rushed over to him and placed her hand across his forhead before drawing away in fear.
"No." She whispered.
Running out of the room she went into the bathroom and drew up a bath filling it hot water. "Vernon!" She screamed. "Vernon get Harry and bring him to the bathroom!"
"Whats the freak done now?" he hollared back.
"Not now Vernon! Just do it!"
"Alright. Alright." he muttered getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of pants. Padding out into the hallway towards his nephews room Vernon pushed the slightly adjacent door open all the way and gasped.
He did not expect to see that.
Moving over to the boy he picked him up and carried him into the bathroom to Petunia.
"Hurry up. We need to undress him and place him in the bathtup and we need to keep him there until his temperature breaks."
Vernon looked at her. "Undress him?" he questioned. "Why not just place him in the water as is?"
"Because," she signed in agitation. " the clothing can restrict him and we cant keep him in the clothes. Besides it will be easier to put him in dry clothes when we take him out of here."
"Alright, alright." he agreed, setting Harry down on the floor in a sitting position before pulling his shirt off over his head.
Petunia went white as she stared at Harry's chest. Right where his heart would be there was a mark in the shape of a single black flame. A mark that had never been there before, not even at birth...and it looked almost just like Lily's and her's...only his was darker. Darker and more prominent than both of their's were.
Quickly her and Vernon finished stripping Harry down to his boxers and placed him in the hot water.
"Now Vernon we are going to have to hold him down. The hot water will help him break his temperature."
"Petunia he's supposed to go in cold water though."
"No Vernon. Trust me he needs hot water."
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Vernon watched his wife for a minute. It hadn't gone unnoticed by him that she was acting strange around the boy. He had caught her on more that one occasion watching him. And she always had the same pensive look. Like she way waiting for something...anything. Just something that would happen.
He also noticed that she would look at Dudders the same too.
Something was going on and he didn't know what it was that had his wife so on edge.
But he was going to find out.
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The fever had finally broke around when noon hit them, and Petunia and Vernon pulled Harry out of the bath and dressed him in clean dry clothes before placing him back in his bed.
After closing the door Petunia quickly engaged all of the locks on his door before turning around to face her husband.
"What's going on Petunia?" Vernon asked, pointing to the bedroom door with all the locks "What was that?"
Petunia looked at the floor bringing a hand to clutch at her heart. "I'm sorry Vernon." She said. " I was hoping that it would skip him."
"Hoping what would skip him?"
"The Black Flame."
"What the hell is that?"
"It's nothing you need to worry about. Dudley isn't going to get it. I've been watching him and he would have been showing the signs." She made to move down the hall, but Vernon blocked her way.
"I don't understand what are you talking about? Signs? and such."
Petunia stared at the locked door for a minute before ducking under his arm and heading towards the kitchen. Glancing over her shoulder she answered. "I'll tell you what I am allowed to tell you, but lets get something to eat we have a long night ahead of us.
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"So what your telling me is that your 'family' The Evan's line is some kind of traveling warrior race that helped split the freak world and our world , but also some ancient warrior queen ancestor of yours fornicated with one of those freaks and now every other generation one of you guys gets the flame thing."
"Basically yes."
"Did that freak sister of yours have it?"
"Yes."
"Do you have it?"
"...Yes... but only a little."
"Where is your...mark?"
Petunia unbuttoned the first few top buttons of her blouse before sliding it off her shoulders and unclasping her bra. Placing her hand under her left breast she lifted it up so he could see it.
"There's nothing there Pet." Vernon said looking at the inderside of her breast.
Petunia grabbed her unused napkin and whiped it across her skin revealing a grey flame.
The slap across her face caught her off guard as she fell to the floor holding her stinging face.
"Vernon?"
"All this time Petunia." He said fury in his voice before reaching down and grabbing her wrists in a bruising iron grip. " All this fucking time and you were a freak! You lied to me you fucking bitch!"
He slapped her again.
"No no no Vernon I'm not a freak like them. Vernon honey, I'm normal. I swear. Please believe me."
"Shut up freak." he whispered in her ear. Gripping her hair he dragged her behind him and up the stairs to their bedroom. Kicking in the door he threw her on their bed before turning around to shut and lock it.
"You really had me fooled Pet. I thought you were normal. Not a freak. And instead here we are...and your a filthy freak."
"I'm not a freak hun...I'm not...I'm not...Vernon please...please don't do this." Petunia begged as he drew closer to her. She drew herself into a tight ball and backed herself up against their headboard.
"You deny being a freak...but you don't deny being filthy...heh thats okay. I know how to take care of filthy bitches like you. I know just what you need."
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Petunia's eyes widened in fear. He wouldn't. Not him. He couldn't. He loved her. She had his child. Their son.
He wouldn't hurt her like this.
He loved her.
She was his wife.
He wouldn't hurt her.
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It was unbearably hot and stuffy and his skin felt tight and raw. Opening his eyes he tried to figure out where he was...everything was blurry though and he felt dizzy and light headed.
Were was he?
Sitting up proved to be a rather difficult and painful task but eventually he made it into a sitting position.
Peering into the surrounding darkness he could barely make out the lines of a small desk and the edges of his bed.
"Oh. Thats right Harry. You're back at the Dursley's." Harry mumbled to himself. Looking at the clock on his desk. It read 4:36 P.M.
"Oh shit!" He gasped he had slept in past noon. They were going to kill him.
Stifly moving off of his bed Harry made it over to his closet and pulled out an oversized black t-shirt and blue jeans and hurridly got dressed before heading down to the kitchen where he stopped in surprise.
There was an upturned chair on the floor and a couple drops of blood near the chair.
"What?" Harry asked to no one. Picking up the chair Harry noticed that he felt a little bit better...the pain was going away a little bit.
"Hmm...maybe I just needed to move a bit." Getting a rag to clean up the blood Harry was just getting ready to run it under some warm water when he heard his Aunt scream from upstairs.
Tossing the rag in the sink Harry turned and ran up the stairs to his Aunt and Uncle's bedroom where the scream came from. Being close to the door now he heard whimpers and grunts. It sounded like his Aunt was pleading with someone.
Catching the words 'freak'... 'filthy whore' from his uncle just sounded completely wrong. Harry backed away from the door slowly so not to make a sound and was going to head downstairs to call the police when he heard a smack and a thump and then his Uncle say, "Since your a bitch, I'm going to treat you like one. I will not be married to a freak!", but stopped in his tracks after hearing that.
His mind was going all fuzzy like static was filling it up and before he knew it the door just burst open splintering wood all over everything and the house was filled with screams and bellows of terror as blood splattered the walls from ripped limbs.
And Harry just grinned.
He finally felt alive.
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Petunia stared at the headboard as her husband savagely thrust his penis into her. This wasn't happening. Her husband loved her. He wouldn't hurt her.
He just wouldn't. This was all that freak boys fault. If he hadn't gotten the mark then her Vernon wouldn't be doing this.
He did this. It's all his fault. She tried to get away from Vernon, from the pain, but he held a strong grip on her pelvis anchoring her to the bed allowing her no movement. No escape from the pain.
She couldn't help the scream that tore out of her throat as he pushed her head down into their mattress but shoved his hand into her hair and yanked her head back so she had to look at him as he thrust in and out of her.
"Please Vernon stop.." she begged.
"No. Since your a bitch, I'm going to treat you like one. I will not be married to a freak!" he yelled at her the disgust written all over his face.
"But Vernon...I love you. " Petunia softly said into the mattress as her eyes finally filled up with tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Shut up you..." Vernon began but was ubruptly cut short as their door burst open and off its hinges. Bits and pieces of the door flew every where some with enough force to imbed in the walls.
Petunia stared at the sight before her and gasped in fear. Oh no...no no no.
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Vernon pulled out of her and turned to look at what used to be his door. "Just what the hell do you think your doin boy?" He hollared at the figure in the hallway. He couldn't seem to get a good look at him but by the way he stood, and since there was no one else in the house aside from his family, it was none other that that freak boy.
Well that was just fine with him. Vernon was going to show him a lesson he'd never forget.
"Come here you piece of shit." he yelled. "Time to meet those...ugh...th...cheh..."
Something wrapped around his throat and started squeezing slowly. Black spots were beginning to dance around in his vision before he was suddenly thrown across the room into the wall.
Getting back up on his haunches, he scuttled backwards to the bed, to get to Petunia. If he could get to her he could use her as a shield from the 'thing'.
Reaching up to grasp the post of his bed to pull himself up he found himself suddenly toppling over back onto the floor. Something was very wrong with his legs. Looking at them he noticed that one of them was just a bleeding stump.
Reaching out to his leg Vernon screamed as his hands joined his dismembered leg across the room. He looked back up at Harry, fear in his eyes, as his head was slowly ripped from his neck.
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Petunia had never seen this much destruction before. Yeah sure when a member comes into their hieritance in her family they become a little bit more violent but never to this degree.
But then again there hadn't been a member with a mark as dark as Harry's in generations. The marks became less prominant about a thousand years ago. Their creature heiritance was supposed to be almost bred out of them in just a few more generations.
They were supposed to be becoming normal everyday humans.
But that boy just had to ruin it. Just like he ruined everything. Ever since he was left on their door step the little freak has been ruining their lives.
And he hurt her Vernon. Her poor Vernon. His head wasn't supposed to be that far away from his body. No matter. She'd fix it. He just needs some stitches. A few stitches will fix everything.
But first she had to get rid of that monstrosity. That filthy abomination. And she had just the weapon to do it with.
She reached over to the night stand on Vernon's side and opened the top drawer and removed his pistol. He kept it their incase of an emergency. Well this was an emergency. She giggled and aimed the gun right at Harry.
"Good bye you little freak." she called out to him in a sing song voice and pulled the trigger.
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For some odd reason his shoulder stung and felt a little heavy. Glancing down at his arm Harry watched as the blood flowed from the hole in his shoulder.
Well thats new.
Harry smiled. Reached up with his other hand and dug the bullet out with his fingers and held it out in his palm before watching the wound stitch itself closed. There was a scar.
That's definitely new.
All of a sudden his body jerked back five more times.
Finally noticing the continued clicking noise he looked up at his Aunt Petunia and saw the gun pointed at him.
Well I'll be damned. She shot me!
Harry looked at the five new holes littered in his chest. He didn't deserve this! He was trying to help her. To save her! And this is how she repays him? No. Fuck that.
Harry looked back at Petunia, straight in her eyes, and smiled.
He felt the bullets rip out of his body and tear into her flesh. It sure was funny, her stunned look, especially as the blood flowed from the hole in the middle of her forehead.
Now for Dudley.
Walking across the hall way down to Dudleys room Harry slowly opened his cousins bedroom and just like clock work Dudley was taking a nap in his oversized and way too expensive bed.
This was just too easy.
And he had been afraid of this when he was younger. Priceless.
Harry watched Dudley as he slept for a moment before gathering up the surrounding energy and concentrating it into Dudley.
He had always thought that Dudley would explode from all of the food he ate. Well now he really was.
Closing the door Harry began his walk to his bedroom, pausing when he heard the satisfying pop and splatter, and packed up his belongings. It was time to see Dumbledore but first, he was going to leave a little present, for any straying Death Eaters, in his bedroom for and in the cubboard under the stairs.
He really loved being him.
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Drawing himself out of his thoughts Harry focused back on his reflection. His appearance really had changed. He no longer looked so malnourished and small. He had, during his week of muscle pain, filled out and grown a couple inches. Still no where near as tall as Ron but definitely taller than Hermione and Ginny. His hair was a bit more managable, it had more of a shaggy look instead of that -I-just-got-out-of-bed- mess. And his facial bones were a bit more sharp, more aristocratic, more refined. He kind of had Sirius's body structure when he was a teen, he just looked like his dad, only not so boyishly.
But what really interested him was his mark above his heart. Just what did it entail. What all could he do? What was he?
Hearing the front door close and a bunch of voices Harry smiled, as a couple sets of feet made their way to his room.
Pulling on a shirt he went to his door and pulled it open smiling at the two people infront of him. "Well hello there Ron and Hermione."
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AUTHOR NOTES & SOME EXPLANATIONS:
Ok. I had to end it there or I never would have finished it. And it has a cliffhanger. Don't worry I think the next chapter Voldemort is gonna come in...and boy is he pissed...plus dumbledore, severus and the rest of the order, oh and Ron and Hermione as well...
I hope this chapter is up to your expectations and I hope you all like it. I'm sorry for any errors and misspellings.
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Okay so I have some explanations that are in order for this chapter.
In this chapter Vernon goes a bit crazy and starts being cruel to petunia when he finds out about her ancestry. He goes crazy because he is in essence a purist. His way of thinking is :If your a freak then your not human and therefore entitaled to being treated lower that shit on the bottom of a persons sole.
So when Petunia, his wife the mother of his child, the love of his life tells him she a freak he snaps. He doesnt know how to respond so he responds negatively.
Now Petunia as you noticed kept on saying "He's my husband he'd never hurt me. He loves me." She even says this while hes raping her. Now she says this because she cant believe he would hurt her. She has completely dissaccociated herself from the fact that he his hurting her and is focusing on their life before he snaps. She also puts all of the blame on Harry because she really believes it his fault. He was left on their doorstep and that changed their lives, and then he got the mark and he again changed their lives.
Another thing on Petunia, she talks about sewing Vernon head back on his body and he will be okay again. Now we all know things dont happen that way but Petunia is now crazy and she is just trying to fix her life and make everything better, which is why she feels it's also okay to shoot to kill her 15 or almost 15 year old nephew. To her this is completely justifiable and sane.
Now onto Harry. Harry is not insane. He does not mindlessly slaughter people. He is a decendant of a warrior race and in this race there are finely encoded instincts that prohibit one of them from going on mindless killing rages. They only kill those they percieve to be threats. These warriors and Harry (see red) when they are fighting which is what Harry went into while killing Vernon. But he didn't (see red) with Petunia He only killed her because she bacame a threat and he killed Dudley because he would have become a threat, plus there was some personal satisfaction there. They crave violence and war and fighting. Its in their blood. Therefore their bodies are literally designed to fight and kill. To take damage and to deal damage.
In this story Harry will not be one of those characters that suddenly finds himself super poweredand has no weaknesses and he can triumph over Voldemort and his minions like they were marshmallow puppies. No. Harry will have weaknesses and the battles wont be so easy from now on because the people he will encounter are expierienced fighters and killers, where as the Dursleys were not.
RRR Please and thank you.