A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has fav'd, alerted, and reviewed! You guys are amazing. Seriously. You guys make me work harder to create an awesome story to tell. I don't normally do this, but I had a lot of questions this time, so I thought I would answer some of them.
autumngold :Harry's def. going to stay dark and I'm sure that there is gong to be a confrontation with Dumbledore at some point.
wooftmnt: That's so sweet of you to say. I know it took me forever to get the idea to gel in my head. I have Harry as a sweetie stuck in my head, but this also made a lot of sense to me. The darkness we only saw a tiny bit of in the book, multiplied.
animewiccan: Thank you once again for reviewing. I know...errors make me go "grr…hulk smash!" I try to get them all, but I really need to find a beta. :o/
MischievousCuriosity: Lots of questions are awesome! I love them. Some of them (of course) I can't answer, since it would give things away. But yes, this is a Snarry story. I can say this….the story's timeline plays out in a non-linear fashion. So get ready for flashbacks and flashforwards! I may hint about an event from the past and it show up in the next chapter. It's also going to get really dark, really fast. And I mean FAST. Did I say that it's going to get dark fast? And I'm just going to say that there is something about Harry... that's all I'm going to say. (Not a helpful hint I know.) :o)
Again, thank you soo much for following my little diddy. I hope you guys like it!
~Belladonna~
Into the Darkness I Go
Chapter One: You Know I'm No Good
Five years later…
Harry clenched his fist tightly around the neck of the bottle wishing it were a certain someone's neck. He was really going to have to do something about Dumbledore. The ponce, just couldn't let it go that he'd been beaten. And by a "mere boy" no less.
The man just didn't get it. He couldn't seem to understand the simple concept of "no". Since that night in the office, surrounded by the witless masses that he once called his friends, he had be bombarded by attack after attack. Dumbledore's mission in life, it now seemed, was to once again capture him and have him reprogrammed into he the good little puppet he had once been.
Oh and how he had been a good little puppet. So desperate for any affection, he had looked at the decrepit, deceitful man as a surrogate grandfather. But it had all been lies. Ways to keep him under the man's thumb. To make him bend to his will. That more than anything made Harry's vision swim with red. The man had used his feelings against him. Used them to hurt him.
Harry ran a hand through his raven coloured locks; trying to brush away the old pain. It didn't matter now. He finally had someone he could completely trust in all things. Someone who, like himself, had felt the cruelty of having their feelings twisted and used to benefit another. Someone who had been manipulated and caged and suppressed, just as he had been. Now the two of them would wreak havoc and get revenge for all that they had suffered at the hands of Albus Dumbledore.
Harry gave a vicious chuckle before wrapping his lips around the rim of the cool glass. Taking a generous swig, Harry barely felt the burn of the amber coloured liquid. He had been drinking for so long now, that he barely could feel the tingle of alcohol in his system. But it didn't matter; what little he felt was needed to calm his nerves. Just going through the ritual of sitting by his fire and having a drink loosened the rock-like knots between his shoulder blades, even if he needed something harder to really take him away.
Feeling the telltale sign of someone passing through his wards, Harry turned. "Sir," the man smoothly began while bowing, " I have news of the Order." His interest piqued, Harry quirked an eyebrow at the news. "Yes, continue."
"Dumbledore and the remaining Order members are planning to move the stone tonight. They believe that if they get it out of the country they will be able to destroy it before you can claim the Resurrection Stone. Moody will be leading the mission. They will all be taking polyjuice potions to look alike, though I am not sure whom at this time, and cause a diversion.
"How…idiotic of them," spoke a dark velvet voice.
He knew that voice as well as he knew himself. Without turning, Harry reached his hand out to his former nemesis. "Yes, I think so too. Severus…mmm…come here."
Harry loved to watch Snape cross a room. Now that he had liberated the man from Dumbledore's clutches, he could finally appreciate his former professor and help him accomplish the life long goal he had been long denied under the pompous man's iron fist. While his trademarked billowing robes were still apart of the man's wardrobe, he had started to include muggle and more tailored articles as well. Today the man looked positively sinful in midnight black leather pants, thigh-high lace up dragon's hide boots with silver on the heel and tips, a black silk shirt and jacket. He had allowed his hair to grow out some since their fateful encounter and it suited him. The ends brushed past his shoulders as he moved closer to the old leather chair. Harry loved to run his fingers through the delicate strands, to feel that inky curtain trail down his body. Harry shivered at the thought.
Snape stopped at the arm of the seat. "Harry," the Potions Master purred as the boy stroked his leather-covered arse. Harry continued his ministrations as if the messenger wasn't in the room as he spoke. "Well done. I would, however, like more information on the polyjuice potion, specifically whom they are turning into. As well as Voldemort's movements tonight. It wouldn't do to have to battle both old bastards at the same time, now would it?"
"Not that you couldn't easily dispatch with both of them," Severus chuckled.
Harry gazed into Sev's obsidian coloured orbs. "True. So very, very true. You know I pick my battles carefully. If they just left me alone, I wouldn't need to have to crush them." Unable to control his urges, Harry cupped his lovers hardening cock. He wanted to rip Severus' clothing off and fuck him into the floor. He didn't want to wait another second. Turning to the man kneeling at his feet, Harry barked, "Get out."
The messenger bowed. "Of course sir. I will be back when I have more information."
Snape poured himself into Harry's lap, settling his leather-encased arse into place while unbuttoning the boy's shirt. "Now Harry," Snape chided. "There was no need to be that abrupt and abrasive to the poor man."
"This coming from the most snarky son of a bitch I've ever met? Hilarious," Harry chuckled as he pulled Snape's shirt over his head.
"It's true," the Potions Master panted as Harry flicked his tongue over his tight nipple. " You are leading a revolution. It can't hurt to be kinder to the help." Snape moaned as nimble hands stroked over his covered cock.
"Yes, I suppose you might have a point. But honestly when you wear something like this, I just can't seem to care about anything or anyone else. And you damn well know it you great git."
Harry maneuvered their fevered bodies to the floor. He had to touch as much of the man as possible. From the first, Harry discovered he had an insatiable hunger for Severus. It was a revelation when it happened. He couldn't imagine giving his body to another. As cliché as it was, Harry was finally complete when they made love the first time. Something inside of them knitted them together body and soul. From then one they were inseparable.
It still struck him as funny that of all the people to help him reclaim him life, he would never have pegged that the old dungeon bat would be the catalyst. But he had been and for that Harry would be forever grateful. Nothing mattered more than the feel of Severus underneath him, on top of him, in him, around him. It was an obsession; better than the best blow, better than the best liquor. Almost as good as revenge. With the formidable and extraordinarily sexy man by his side, he knew that he could crush his enemies' bones into dust. That thought alone made Harry's cock twitch.
"Mmm…Sev. God I want you so much. "
"Mr. Potter, we really should be planning your strategy for tonight's confrontation. " Snape coyly rolled away from the smaller man's body. Harry shook his head. If anyone had told him five years ago that he would ever witness a coy Snape, he would have told them to jump off the Astronomy Tower. With a sigh, Harry propped his weight on his elbow and reclined on the soft floor rug. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I should. I really should."
Snape lifted a shapely brow.
Harry smirked. "Severus, you know what I'm planning on doing."
One long pale hand fondled his chest. "Yes, I suppose I do. Let me see, disarm them before they leave their hideout no doubt. Then toy with them, killing some, leaving others?"
"Oh yes. The ones that deserve it, they will pay. Those who were just too stupid to see, them, them I'll play with then let go. Maybe they will understand better." Harry pulled back from his fantasy of revenge and pain. "You always can tell what I'm planning. How do you do that?"
Severus placed a gentle kiss on Harry's lips. "Because we are the same. I never thought so before…but truly we are. You have a keen mind and a wicked ability to plot retribution."
"Why thank you sir. Only took eight years for you to say that you think I have brains." Both men chuckled as Harry rolled Severus onto his back. "Enough talk. You're not naked. That doesn't seem quite right now does it?"
" Insatiable brat," Snape mumbled against his lips before Harry captured them.
"Mmmm…that's why you love me. Well, one of the many reasons."
Snape's eyes turned serious. He cradled Harry face in his palms. "Oh yes. One of the many reason to love you." Potion stained fingers caressed his cheek. "I can never repay you for so generously handing me back my life. Sometimes I wonder how I was so fortunate."
"No Sev, I was… I was. Kiss me."
"Always."
They fell upon each other, letting the flames of their passion consume them. For now, for this moment, they could let the world fall away. Become lost in one another. Forget.
Then…then it was time to make them all pay.
Harry let his heavy boots strike the old tile floor. He couldn't believe his luck. He had managed to completely over power the entire group, by himself. Harry snorted, 'Not much of a challenge". They were all such fools. Did they think he wouldn't figure out their pathetic plan? Harry sniggered mercilessly at their stupidity, relishing in how circumstance had handed him such a feast to partake of. Not only had the fools used the house on Privet Drive as the meeting point for their operation, but they had chosen to transform into the Dursley's and leave by muggle transportation. From there, they had planned to rendezvous at a foreign location via portkey. What made this victory even sweeter for Harry was that they had actually got the Dursley's to participate in the plan! After all those years of torture and constantly being reminded that all things magic were an abomination, they had actually worked with all the people they had sworn to hate. It was too funny really, in a sick and twisted way, so terribly funny.
Harry crouched down to the bound form of his Aunt Petunia. He knew it to be the real one, because he had waited oh so patently for the potion to wear off. While he had waited he had played with his prey a bit. He had tea and tarts. Read a bit of his current Quidditch book. Watched a bit of telly.
He delighted in the fear dancing in her eyes. For fun he viciously backhanded her, savoring the verbal protests at the action. He did it once more before speaking. "My dear, dear Aunt. I am so sorry that you have been dragged into this unfortunate situation." Harry yanked her hair, tilting her head back as he came closer to her face. "But it is really your fault you know. If you would have just treated me like family, I wouldn't be here."
"It's not my fault you're a freak!" Petunia blubbered.
He had to give it to his aunt, she had balls. " I'm the most powerful wizard in the world. If that's what makes me a freak, I take the title gladly." Harry violently released his hold on his mother's sister, stalking to his next victim. "Ah, Uncle Vernon, so good of you to join us. I'm so very glad you could attend tonight's festivities," Harry sneered as he ran his wand over the pig-faced man's throat. Blood poured out of the slit he'd created. He had initially planned to toy with the man, beat him, give him a small taste of what it had felt like, but in the end it felt better just to just kill him without so much a by your leave. Somewhere in the back of his haze of bloodlust he was aware someone was screaming, but he just couldn't seem to care.
He walked over the youngest of his familial torturers. "Dudley," Harry whispered darkly. This fat thing was one he had been waiting a long time to punish. "I am so looking forward to killing you Dudley." Harry reveled in the sound of crunching bones as he stomped on one bloated hand. "I know, I know. There, there Dudikins." A swift kick to the face caused the boy to fall flat on his back as blood gushed from his nose. "I've been waiting a long time to make you pay," he softly spoke, darkly, invoking words from the past.
With a wave of his wand Dudley was suddenly naked in the center of the ring of prisoners. Circling like a shark, Harry savored the moment that was almost upon him. He had dreamed of this moment for five years. Five long years of wanting revenge. Five long years of sleepless nights and horrible dreams.
"Do you know what this is Dudley? "
The boy's eyes went wide as he passed out. Harry shot a Cruciatus at him. Choking and gasping Dudley was once again revived. "Now, now, now Dudikins, you don't want to sleep through all the fun," Harry taunted as he scraped the large blade across his torso.
"I'm going to cut your balls off Dudley. I'm going to unman you and then I'm going to kill you. I'm truly going to enjoy this. I'm not even going to use magic. No, I'm going to do it all by hand, just so you understand how very much I want to cause you pain. I want you to suffer. I want you to feel helpless and alone. I want you to know that there is no one in this room that can help you. That they are all going to see what I've done. Going to see you bleed. "
The sound of a slice rang through the air like a bell.
Then the screaming.
"One down, one to go," Harry thought.
Harry strolled across the room, lighting a fag as he went. Inhaling deeply, savoring the feeling of smoke in his body as the pitiful wailing echoed off the walls of the old house.
Petunia was sobbing, Mundungus looked on the verge of vomiting, Tonks hair turned a sickly green, and Moody just looked at him with that weird eye of his. Harry was glad that the old guard and the metamorphmagus were here tonight. He fervently hoped that they would finally understand that he had changed; that the old Harry was well and truly gone. He died in this house five years ago. Just like Dudley was now, he had been alone in a house full of people. Anyone of them could have saved him, but they just didn't care enough. No, they let him be tortured, like Dudley. Yes, he had suffered at his cousin's grimy paws and now the hour of retribution was at hand.
Harry flicked the tiny filter stem to the floor. It was time to continue.
*Slice *
A bloody curdling scream erupted from Dudley's fat mouth. A deep sense of calm descended over Harry. Blood covered his hands. It felt so wonderful, so good. With the lightest of tones, Harry spoke. "Now that you can't create any more little monsters, I'm going to take the last of it. No point in keeping it, is there?"
* Slice *
It was done. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he looked down at his handy work. Dudley had passed out again, as well as several members of The Order. Harry cast a quick reviving spell over the room. He wanted everyone to pay attention. Crouching down next to the mutilated form, Harry delivered the final blow, "That's what you get for sticking your dick where it doesn't belong Dudley. You lose it. You deserve this. You deserve this." Harry watched the understanding pass through his cousin's murky eyes.
Then…nothing.
He was dead.
Petunia wailed. "You KILLED HIM! OH God! My boy! My Baby!"
As cool as ice Harry stood. "You're baby was a rapist fuck and deserved everything I did to him. I should know… I should know." Snapping back into focus, Harry continued, "As for you, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to leave you alive with the knowledge that everything you ever loved I took from you. Me. The 'freak'."
Turning to face the member's of the order, Harry got back to the task at hand.
" Please thank old Dumbles for gift wrapping them for me. I think it's so very lovely of you all to help out. I truly can't thank you enough. Not only do I now have the Resurrection stone, but I got to have a bit of fun. Great night."
"Harry, you've lost your mind. You're no good now boy, as bad as You-Know-Who. You need to be put down," barked Moody.
With a flash of green light, Moody was lying dead.
"Sorry about that. I couldn't stand that crazy old bugger," Harry apologized as he walked towards the door. "He had to go since he was the one who planned this little event. Hmmm…I'm sure he didn't think that I knew."
Another wave of his wand and the body burst into flames, then ashes, and then disappeared completely. "I can't believe he thought it would be a good idea to use theses monsters and not think that I would do something. As I said, tell Dumbles I said hi. Until next time." Harry bowed his head and then waked out into the night.
To Be Continued...