I have adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! She wrote this chapter NOT me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I've adopted this story from BlackSilkenKitty! It's hers! I'll try and follow her plot! This story follows years 1-5. I might borrow details from other fan fiction, but nothing major; don't get mad. I DO NOT own Harry Potter. I hope this is what I need to say to keep out of trouble. :)
Warnings: This is SLASH! Don't like don't read! It has Self-harm (cutting) manipulation, child abuse. It's not a happy story! Very sad!
Pairings: HD/DM or HP/LY (TR), HG/PP, BZ/GW (Ginny)
Summary: Dumbledore has played with Harry's life since Harry was born. Now that Dumbledore's Mistakes and Action are coming to haunt Harry what is he to do?
Only one more thing. (This is how BlackSilkenKitty wrote it)
ooo - either POV, time or place change.
iii - same time other place!
"Bla…" - Speaking
'Bla…' - thought or mocking the word or even only to use a word for another one.
:Bla…: - Parseltongue
«Bla…» - written text, letter or latter on Harry 'speaking'… you'll know in latter chapters
Sickness From Within Chapter 5 (BlackSilkenKittys' Chap)
It was dark outside, so dark you couldn't see anything, not even a hand for your face. The moon wasn't in the sky, as a white bearded man made his way towards a group of houses, all looking like their neighbors.
Like twins wearing the same thing, only with their hair a little differently as the others.
The grass was a mixture between green and yellow, in some places soft and nice to the touch and in other places sharp like wood splinters.
But the white haired man ignored it, stopping just long enough in front of a house, equal to all others only the number 4 over the door telling it apart, to put silencing spells on himself and to take down the silencing wards he had put up earlier that day from around the door.
He entered the dark room and the first thing he noticed was the eerie silence that hung heavily over the room. The man frowned, replacing the silencing charms around the door, but not taking his own charm away.
Suddenly a small sob, so light that had the man not been looking for it he would over hear it, was heard. Another sob, this time a little louder, but still hardly audible had the man smirking.
He followed the now somehow rhythmic sobs that escaped from the person he was looking for and arrived at a too small bedroom in the upper floor, the room in a mess with broken toys and a bed where the mattress was one big lump.
He smirked triumphantly at the boy that was writhing in agony on the floor, as two black wings pushed out of the back of Harry James Potter, finally bringing the boy to scream.
The headmaster watched in amusement as blood poured of runes that where being carved onto the boys now pale skin by the air, he watched as said runes started burning and turning black, in some places the runes turning back to blood red and finally settling on silver.
And he chuckled… He chuckled as he saw to black ears rip from his head, drenched in blood. He chuckled as he saw the boy's spine elongate and form a cat-like tail, completed with black fur and also drenched in the metallic smelling blood. He chuckled as Harry's form changed from tall and skinny to small and lithe but still too skinny for his age. And as Harry's eyes turned from normal green to lively emerald, even though the looked so dead to the world only filled with fear, panic, sadness and above all… pain, Dumbledore chuckled.
Suddenly everything was quiet, the only sound being that of the wood in motion. The silence was pressing, so damn pressing that Dumbledore thought that Harry surely must have died, for he wasn't breathing.
Dumbledore's breath hitched, the sound automatically swallowed by the spell cast on himself…
The darkness outside started expanding, reaching in the bad illuminated bedroom, drenching the room in it's silky blackness, touching, seeing, tasting, hearing… exploring… and the sound of silent humming filled the room.
Dumbledore frowned. Humming? The humming sound got louder… and Harry screamed.
The scream was so loud that Dumbledore had to double the silencing charm around the house, where the Dursleys lived. Dumbledore frowned and looked at the floor in front of him, where it seemed that the darkness the boy had 'conjured' was unwilling to touch him, as if they where holding back on orders.
Dumbledore thought he was right. After all, Harry had Lunar (1) blood in him.
A strange flickering made Dumbledore's head snap up… and his mouth fell open in a complete un-Dumbledore-ish way. The Darkness had been drawn away from Harry, laying like shadows in the room where it was illogical to even exist shadows. But what made Dumbledore act so strangely was the strange light surrounding Harry and the Black Orb over said boys chest. It hummed and buzzed slightly, even though the sound was almost totally engulfed by Harry's blood freezing screams.
The orb divided again, on part turning a light blue and was sucked into the boys stomach and the other turning even darker (If that was even possible) and next it was sucked into the boys chest. All the while Harry screamed.
The Headmaster frowned again in confusion. That shouldn't have happened. He knew all the inheritances Harry was going through. None of them involved circle orbs (2)… those where extremely rare in the wizarding world. And they didn't change colors when inheritances occurred… he should know; he had made such an orb as well.
Still frowning slightly Dumbledore shrugged it off as one of the anomalies of the many Inheritances the boy would go through. Harry would have an extremely tiring and most probably painful night. He smirked as he shrugged the meaning of the strange orb out of his mind.
Dumbledore had shrugged it off too soon.
Suddenly the screams stopped altogether. As it seemed Harry had finally fallen into an unconscious state.
The white bearded man looked impassively at the crumpled body at his feet.
Oh yes, Dumbledore knew he had created a completely new creature, a new specimen… maybe even a monster. And once the war was over (In other words: As soon as Harry killed Tom), the power and strength of such a unique being would need to be controlled and maybe even owned.
Dumbledore thought it over. Well, breaking Harry would be easy, since he already was partially broken. Harry didn't need to know whose fault it was his parents where dead… not yet anyways, he still needed Harry's trust. No need telling him the real reason his parents died, or who did it really. Maybe later, as soon as he 'owned' him.
Shortly Dumbledore wondered how Harry would look inside a silver cage.
Well, Dumbledore still had some business to attend to. Remus' murder still had to be talked to, and the next move against Tom wouldn't be done by itself. Or maybe it would? Dumbledore smirked.
Another glance at Harry. Maybe, just maybe he should start on the process of breaking Harry… apart from turning his friends against him and him against his friends… or cousin. Yes, he should start as soon as possible.
He heard a slight groan from the boy on the floor, as the runes started burning again and reopening some other symbols.
Smirking he spoke silently to the boy, whose life had been manipulated all 'his' life.
"Soon my boy, you shall win this war for me and then, young Harry, your life shall end at my hands. We will see who the ultimate winner is!" He didn't expect an answer… he didn't receive one.
He walked away and out of the anti-apparition wards without a backwards glance.
He never saw the emerald eyes open with hate filled tears of rage and pain. He didn't see the murderous glare the boy send his retreating back.
And he never heard the last words the boy whispered, the reply said boy gave, before loosing his voice from too much screaming.
He should have stayed and listened.
He should have…
"We will see who wins in the end, Albus. We will see…"
He didn't.
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1: Lunars are creatures like Veelas. They 'play' with the shadows, they have black wings which have the ability to make other people or the Lunar itself disappear to those who don't know they are there. It's something like an invisibility cloak but those who know they are there see them. Lunars where mostly females.
2: Circle orbs: These are non material orbs in a wizards body. They appear rarely, but if they do appear, they appear in powerful magical creatures. It helps the wizard or creature to control their abilities from the beginning, they only have to study, learn and warm up to them. It may help the wizard or creature with the controlling of the power and strength, but it doesn't mean it makes life easier for them, since they have to know where the orb is and/or look for the orbs within them (No, not physically look, but mentally and emotionally) and somehow manage to tap into them. Especially, if someone has tampered with the wizards or creatures magic, it is relatively harder to tap into the orb, but it is also easier to then brake the seal on the magic. They are white to yellow in color, never changing (In most cases, as you see Harry's orbs where black and blue). Voldemort has one circle orb.
These ideas are BlackSilkenKitty's! She thought of them!
Author's Note: I adopted this story, and won't be changing the chapters that BlackSilkenKitty wrote! I only hope that I can do this story justice. If she ever decides to continue she just has to tell me so, and I'll give it back to her! Hope you all like the story!