Chapter Five

Raven awoke in the bed, paralyzed with fear, unable to even breathe for a second. Harry was laying in the bed next to her, asleep. With a start, her muscles came to life, and she tumbled out of bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tripped across the room. She could still feel the cold tentacles creeping up her body, Harry clutching her shoulders, the vision of herself as completely evil and wretched was still burned into her eyes. She threw open the bedroom door and ran downstairs, feeling like something evil and creepy was trying to latch onto her from behind.

She heard footsteps behind her and realized Harry had woken up and was following.

"Raven, what's the matter?"

"Get away from me!" she screamed.

She stood in the middle of the living room. Harry was in the entry way. She couldn't see his face really though.

"Raven, did you have a bad dream? I found you asleep at the table in the library, so I carried you to bed…"

Her breathing was returning to normal, the evil feeling was going away.

"Just a dream," she whispered to herself. Although it had felt so real.

"Harry, what did…what did Voldemort look like?"

She could sense his confusion. "Well, he had a flat white face, slits for a nose, red eyes. Quite disgusting really. Why do you ask?"

His description matched what she had seen in her dream, what Harry had turned into.

She wanted to say it aloud, but was afraid.

"I just had a bad dream."

Harry came up to her. "Well, Voldemort's dead, no need to worry about him."

Yes, Voldemort was dead. So how could he be in Harry? She didn't understand this at all. She was tired, her brain was fuzzy.

"Why don't come back to bed, Raven," he asked, lightly grasping her hand.

Raven had nothing to do but allow herself to be led upstairs. Harry cuddled her to him in bed and seemed to fall asleep quickly. She liked this side of Harry. It was the other side, whatever was in him, that she didn't like.

It had to be Voldemort. But how? Her eyelids started to close and she felt Harry shift slightly in his sleep next to her, whispering something repeatedly. "Save me, save me, save me…"

When she awoke in the morning, Harry was stroking her hair.

"You had a terrible dream last night," he said.

"Hmm," grunted Raven, noncommittally.

"What was it sweety, you didn't tell me last night."

"I-uh," Raven blinked and decided to lie. "I don't really remember. It's all fuzzy. I think Voldemort was in Jump City, but I can't remember anything else now."

"Well, he's dead and gone."

Dead, but was he really gone? Raven needed to think, so after breakfast she told him she was going to read and she went to the library to sit, in peace and quiet.

Harry said Voldemort had hid pieces of his soul in Horcruxes, which had to be destroyed, otherwise Voldemort was basically immortal...Harry had been one; he'd died basically, and come back. The last bit of Voldemort's soul had been in his actual body, obviously.

So what happened to that last chunk?

Souls were supposed to "move on", go to the "after life", ect, depending on what you believed in. Could Voldemort's last piece managed to have somehow stuck around, despite how fragmented it was?

Harry had written in his diary, that he believed he had cracked his own soul.

So what if…

If this was true, then Voldemort was in Harry's head, fighting for dominance. This was why the fits of rage happened, why Harry alienated his friends, had been cruel to Raven, and nearly raped her. Only Harry's true self held it back, kept it from completely over running him.

And Voldemort wanted to use her for his own ends. If he over ran Harry, he then wanted Rage to take over Raven, with him in control. Imagine the power he would have, the lord and master of a demented demon, with powers normal wizards and witches couldn't hope to have.

"Oh, no," she whispered, thinking about her dream. She couldn't allow that. She wasn't a tool, and neither was Harry. The real Harry was a good man, loving, sweet. Right now he was desperate and confused, and apparently not comprehending what was happening to him. Voldemort's soul bit by bit was trying to crack down Harry's soul, until he lost his mind completely and then Voldemort would have full reign, and the Harry she knew, would be gone forever.

That was a cruel fate. Unimaginable. His soul wouldn't even be able to move on, most likely, just remain trapped and unaware of everything, while some monster controlled your shell.

This was why Harry wanted her. She did help the real him, but Voldemort's side wanted her for different reasons. Harry just thought she made him feel better.

Raven sat thinking, tapping her fingers on the table, struggling to figure something out. She wanted to ask Harry to give her powers back, or at least a small measure...and if it was just Harry, it might not be such an issue, but the other side of him would likely take over and balk.

Harry met Raven as she was coming out of the library into the hall.

"Hey, I got a question," he said. "Remember you said you go to Nevermore, in your head, to see your other selves?"

"Yes."

"Well, could I come? To meet your others selves? I'm kind of curious. If it's too private…"

"You could," said Raven. She didn't mind too much, and figured if she did this for Harry, maybe he could give her back some of her power to help him. It was worth a shot, considering she didn't really have too many options. "We can just relax our minds and I can take you with me. It's not even magic, taking you in."

They went to the room and sat on the bed facing each other. Raven told him to empty his mind and relax and Harry did so and Raven did the same.

Harry felt a slight breeze on his face and he opened his eyes to see two Raven's in front of him. One in a gray cloak, who cowered at the sight of him and another who was wearing a very revealing leotard and a dark pink cloak.

"Uh, hi," said Harry.

"Well, hello sexy boy," purred Lust.

Timid whimpered and scampered off. Lust rolled her eyes and focused back on Harry.

"I'm going to go find the real Raven," said Harry, trying not to stare.

"Or you could stay with me, I'll take good care of you."

"Lust, get lost," said Raven coming up to them.

Lust smirked. "See, wasn't so bad when you loosened up, was it? Congratulations on losing your virginity…finally."

Raven's cheeks turned pink slightly. "Come on Harry."

She took him to meet the others, and their different cloaks.

"This is amazing," said Harry, after they met the last, Happy, who was dancing around the meadow in her bubblegum colored cloak. Anger was sitting under a tree, glaring daggers at Harry like she wanted to rip his balls off.

"I don't think she likes me."

"That's nothing," snorted Raven. "You haven't seen Rage."

"Rage?"

"Yeah…I guess you can come see her, but she's the worst. I keep her in a cage."

"Why?"

"If she gets out, she can take over. Trust me; you don't want Rage loose…"

Raven took Harry to a cave underground. It smelled bad and was damp and chilly. There was a large cage where Rage was crouched in a corner, her four red eyes glowing. She smiled at Harry, showing razor sharp teeth.

"Come to let me out?"

"In your dreams," said Raven.

Rage clutched the bars of the cage and rattled it. "You can't keep away forever! I'm you Raven! Embrace me! Without me, you're weak! Nothing! Just a stupid little bitch running from her destiny."

"Hey!" snapped Harry.

"Just ignore her…"

Harry stepped closer to the cage.

"Raven is not weak, or stupid, or any of those things. She's strong because she chooses to be good, instead of taking the easy way out and letting you run loose."

Raven stepped forward, intending to pull Harry back, but Rage laughed and suddenly lashed out through the bars and managed to grab Harry's wrist. She dug her nails and dragged him closer.

"Harry! Get away!"

"I can feel it in you!" cackled Rage. "Let it go! Let it go! That evil bit that's slowly saturating your very being. Hello Voldemort!" She laughed manically.

"Stop!" shouted Harry. Raven grabbed him. They needed to leave Nevermore.

She came to on the bed, hoping Harry was okay. She opened her eyes and realized she was looking in his, which were black.

Harry suddenly grabbed her, yanked her off the bed, and in one swift motion, slammed her head against the stone wall. Raven screamed as her head seemed to explode in pain. Flashes of light danced before her eyes. She sank to the floor, feeling something wet drip down her face.

"So now you know for sure," Harry said.

"You're V-voldemort," Raven managed to whisper.

"Mmm, not really. Voldemort is dead, technically. I'm just a little evil fragment that managed to wiggle in. Technically, I am Harry Potter. I look like him, sound like him, don't I? I'm taking over. I am him. Just corrupted now."

Taking him to Nevermore had been stupid. Even stupider taking him to see Rage. When Rage had touched him, she had been able to allow the evil side of him to come out more.

Raven was sinking in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware that something was being done to her. She struggled to keep aware and realized she was laying on the floor now, her hands tied behind her back, tightly. Harry dragged her up onto the bed. He looked at her smirked. "Bet you wish you hadn't fallen for me and let me fuck you, huh? Not what you imagined for your first I bet."

"You didn't fuck me," whispered Raven.

"Oh, really? Us naked on the bed, my dick in you? That doesn't ring a bell?"

"I and Harry made love. I fell for him, not you, you disgusting piece of shit."

Harry snorted. "Whatever. You fell for cracked goods. And I'm disgusting? I know what Rage looks like now. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black…"

"Why couldn't you just die and stay dead?"

Harry knelt on the floor and clasped his hands under his chin, his face close to hers. "Do you want to know what happened? I'll tell you. Old Harry was a Horcrux, but it was removed. Well, after removing that, all the stuff old Harry realized, how he was meant die, all the stress of it, the shock of actually killing a person, regardless of how evil, well, his soul cracked a bit. It was a bit much. Not a shock really, other people probably would've cracked earlier, simply given up, or went bonkers, gotten themselves carted off to 's. But the crack appeared, and Voldemort, having been killed, well, the last piece of his soul left his body. There was just enough anger and desperation at the unfinished business. The crack appeared and it beckoned. A damaged mind and the residue of the old Horcrux still lingering…not too hard. A single last chance for a little fragment of something evil to enter, latch, fester and grow and takeover. And here I am! Evil Harry." He laughed coldly. "Won't the Wizarding world shit themselves when I get started enslaving them and killing off Muggles, with you as my slave of course."

"Well, I don't really like this side of you Harry. The demented side. I think you should fuck off."

Harry continued smiling and wrapped his fingers around Raven's throat and began to squeeze. The black eyes grew even more frightening to look at. "I think you should be nicer to your master."

"You are not-" the fingers tightened further and Raven choked.

"I am. And Rage is going to be released. How about you do it for me, save me the work? So easy, just release her, give in."

"N-no," Raven managed to get out.

Harry released her and slapped her across the face. "You're so stubborn. Raven, I have you tied up on my bed, powerless. I have a wand, and I can do whatever I want to you; kill you, fuck you, torture you…" his voice trailed at off and he looked at her, an idea obviously blossoming in his head. He smiled slightly.

"What's the worst pain you've ever felt?"

Oh no, he was planning something.

"Think of the worst pain you ever felt, and times it by a hundred," he said, slowly raising his wand and pointing it at her. Raven's breathing picked up. What was he going to do to her?

"Crucio," he said gleefully.

Agonizing pain wracked Raven's body. It was a million flaming knives were being stabbed into every inch of her body, and then twisted, while at the same time, every nerve in her body was ripped apart and soaked in acid, then set on fire. She screamed and thrashed on the bed. Harry kept his wand pointed at her, watching her twist around. Finally he lifted the curse and Raven lay gasping, stiff and aching on the bed.

"Hurts don't it?" He twirled his wand.

"Now, I'm letting Rage out, you're going to fully embrace your demon side, and you will only obey me, do you understand?"

"No. I won't! You can't make me!"

"I can. It's called the Imperius Curse. It allows me to control you. Of course, it's very illegal, but I don't worry about such things."

A curse that could control her?

He smiled at her and lifted the wand. "Imperio."

Raven felt her mind softening, like nothing really mattered. She heard Harry speak.

"Let Rage go, embrace her, you're a demon, let your full potential out."

Raven tried to fight it. Harry frowned. So stubborn…

"Let her go," he said, more force in his voice. "Do it. Release her! Accept her! DO IT RAVEN!"

She let out a cry, feeling the curse pushing her to do as he said. She wiggled on the bed, struggling to fight it.

Suddenly Harry found himself looking at four red eyes. He laughed.

"Finally! Hello, my little slave."

"I am no one's slave," snarled Rage.

"Imperio!" he said, aiming his wand. Rage watched him a moment, then laughed.

"You can't control me! I'm far stronger than just regular ole Raven. The spells on this castle, to keep her powers down, they're strong, but even I can work against them."

Harry realized he had fucked up big time.

Rage broke the bonds on her wrist and rose off the bed. Her cloak rippled and Harry could see black tentacles snaking out the bottom.

"The fuck…" he muttered and then steeled his voice, his black eyes glinting. "I suggest you obey me if you know what's good for you. I let you out. If not for me, you'd still be in a cage."

"Oh, do I owe you a favor?" asked Rage, stroking his cheek with a tentacle. "I'm terrible at paying people back."

The tentacle smashed him into a bookcase and another ripped the door open. Harry realized the appendage was dragging him out by the throat and used a curse, cutting it.

Rage growled in pain and anger and used another to wrap around his wrist and quickly twist and jerk. Harry yelled in pain, realizing it was broken.

"You bitch!" he snarled, dropping his wand. Rage smacked it and it flew down the wall and landed, sparks spraying, as it rolled to a stop. Rage grabbed Harry and threw him after it.

"You will regret the day you thought you could make me into your slave. I don't care what bits of Voldemort you got in you, or if you are him, or whatever. Nobody turns the daughter of Trigon into a slave."

Harry scrambled for his wand with good hand and sent out a stunning spell, which missed.

"Crucio!" snarled Harry.

He hit her that time and Rage fell screaming to the floor and Harry got up, seeing more tentacles snake toward him. He used a spell, slicing one that was going for his face but another grabbed his ankle, tripping him and Harry felt one go through his side. Blood was flowing.

The spell stopped on Raven and she rushed forward and Harry, struggling with the tentacle that had driven itself through him, sliced it off and got up, stumbled away. He was at the top of the stairs now, leading down to the first floor and he fingered his wand. So much work to get what he wanted, but now she couldn't be controlled. He only had one option.

He started to turn and raise his wand, but a tentacle grabbed him around the throat, lifting him, choking off his breath.

"Do you want to die Harry? Maybe you'd like to be my slave. Lust likes you."

"N-never."

Rage bared her teeth. "Oh, you don't like tentacles? Too bad, I guess."

She flung him and Harry felt himself flying out over the stairs. He raised his wand and aimed.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The jet of green light hit Rage and she fell backwards into the wall as Harry fell to the floor below.

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