A/N: Heya! welcome to my first ever FanFic yayyyyy! please do review it and give me feedback I know i can definitely improve a lot. Thanks for taking your time to read!
Disclaimer: idk every fic has this I think its pretty obvious i dont own Harry Potter that distinction goes to J.K Rowling, and as you'll see from this story... I definitely am not her.
Chapter 1
Hatred rose in Harry such as he had never known before, he flung himself out from behind the fountain and bellowed "Crucio!" As the boy-who-lived uttered his first unforgivable a feeling of pure ecstasy encompassed him. Its as if he could physically feel all his hatred and negativity run through his arm only leaving behind satisfaction and glee. Time seemed to slow down as the red light burst forth from the holly wand that has been his companion and protector for the past four years. Harry watched as the curse soared through the air towards the woman he wanted nothing more than to kill at this moment, he needed to avenge Sirius for what she had done mere moments ago. He put even more hate towards the spell and as it hit her square in the chest she screamed, a guttural, soul wrenching scream of pure agony and pain.
Bellatrix Lestrange collapsed to the floor panting 'I did not expect that' she thought to herself. 'There's no way he's cast an unforgivable before, he's too much under the old fools influence to cast anything of the sort... but the power behind that cruciatus could rival that of even the Dark Lord at his most furious. He must have put so much hate behind it, how much hate does this little one have stored inside? You have to really mean it to use an unforgivable, not just mean it you have to want to cause pain.. you have to want to enjoy it.' Bellatrix groaned in pain, even though he didn't prolong the cast even just that short burst was enough to send her muscles into spasms of pain. Trembling she breathed out forcefully shook it off and got back to her feet turning around to face the deep unnaturally bright emerald eyes of Harry Potter.
"tsk-tsk-tsk Little baby potter don't you know that can get you a one way ticket to Azkaban!" Bellatrix teased and she let out her trademark cackle. "YOU KILLED HIM!" Harry yelled "Stupefy!" Bellatrix followed with a protego, Harry's spell bounced back towards him and he dived behind the fountain for cover. The wayward spell missed him by a hair instead hitting the fountain and taking the arm of a statue with it. "I'm going to give you one chance, hand over the prophecy or i will kill you!" Bellatrix yelled imperiously. "You'll have to kill me then Bellatrix! It's gone!" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS GONE?" roared the dark haired witch. "I mean its gone, destroyed, no more! I'll bet that your dear old mate Tom knows too, he's probably on his way right now! He is not going to be happy with you!" Harry chirped back with a laugh. His scar pulsed with pain like his head was burning and then the air became heavy with power, a deeply suffocating power that caused the very oxygen in the ministry to became statically charged with magic.
Voldemort appeared right there in the middle of the atrium radiating power like no other witch or wizard could ever dream of. Harry peeked from behind the fountain just as Bellatrix fell to her knees and clasped her hands together in front of her to beg and grovel at Voldemort's feet, "Master please forgive me, I tried please don't punish me!" Voldemort looked to Bellatrix and as he was about to cast a cruciatus on her he heard laughing, mocking laughter from behind the fountain. Harry stepped out from behind From the bits of rubble by the fountain they heard "Not so tough now are you Bellatrix? on your knees begging to your master!" Harry taunted. Voldemort shot his gaze to where he heard the bane of his existence. As Voldemort turned and locked eyes with him Harry felt time slow for a second his heart skipped a beat and his breath was taken knocked out of his lungs. He felt a tug on his magic in the direction of his greatest enemy. He could see in Voldemort's red snakelike eyes at that second Voldemort had felt something too.
As soon as the sensation came it had went and Voldemort seemed to shake out of it but before he could act the armless statue sprang to life and stepped between him and Harry. 'Of course.' Voldemort thought "'Always the hero" he muttered under his breath "Dumbledore it's a pleasure." Voldemort hissed. "I wish I could say the same Tom." said the headmaster solemnly as he got in a stance to duel. He always preferred using his birth name, it was an excellent way to get an early advantage by getting under his skin and into his head.
As the duel began a dazed Harry thought to himself 'What was that? It felt like a puzzle piece falling into place' As he was stunned trying to wrap his head around what he had just felt he was vaguely aware of the many colourful lights flashing from a duel between the leaders of the dark and light side. He saw Bellatrix trying to flee through one of the many fire places lining the atrium spurring him into action. "NO!" Harry yelled as his body was running before he could even think of it. As he went to cast a stunner glass shattered all around them and started swirling in the air. Trying his best to avoid big shards he kept trying to get a good stunner off towards Bellatrix's fleeting silhouette when suddenly his scar felt like it was bursting open. He collapsed to the ground in pain as he saw Bellatrix floo away "AGGHHH" He screamed from the frustration, he screamed from the agony, and he screamed for the loss of his godfather. He looked towards the duel in a fury ready to cast the first spell to come to his mind at Voldemort. However he only saw the headmaster who was looking at Harry in concern but avoiding his eyes like the bloody bastard has been doing all year. Voldemort was nowhere to be found.
He couldn't open his eyes any longer the pain in his scar was too much, he curled into a shivering ball, the pain building and building as he felt himself slip away into the grasp of a creature with red eyes. Just as the darkness was about to consume his very being he felt it, that feeling like a puzzle coming together, he couldn't tell where he himself ended and the red eyed creature began. Then he heard someone in his head "So much anger, so much pain inside." a slight pause and then "And what's this?" The voice which belonged to Voldemort sounded both shocked and intrigued a tone he never expected to hear from the bald headed noseless snake bastard. Harry felt the creature pull itself away from him the darkness disappearing, he uncurled himself from the ball and found himself looking into the eyes of Voldemort. There was an expression on his face Harry had never seen there before and never hoped to see again, an almost protective and possessive facial expression, a gleam in his red eyes which made him shudder it was the last thing he saw as Voldemort quickly apparated away but not quite he more so faded into the darkness. Not even five seconds later every fireplace in the atrium lit up as auror after auror spilled out of them followed by a very frazzled looking Cornelius Fudge still in pajamas with a haphazardly thrown on cloak.
After Voldemort left and Fudge arrived Harry was sent off back to school while Dumbledore attempted to talk his way out of trouble with the minister. Harry was in the headmasters office next to Fawkes's perch absentmindedly stroking the phoenix who always seemed to illicit a calm feeling from within him. Harry was waiting, he expected to be given answers and to have a talk with Dumbledore like they do every single year after some new bad thing happened, an unfortunately not rare occurrence in the life of the boy-who-lived.
When the headmaster appeared in the fire place 10 minutes later Harry went to sit across from his chair behind the desk when Dumbledore spoke up "You are not needed right now Harry, perhaps its best you return to your dormitory for some much needed peace after tonight." he said with a gentle smile. Harry's jaw gaped open as he struggled to find the words "Are you serious?" Harry asked in a calm almost chilling tone, he stood up in a blur of rage "I JUST WATCHED MY ONLY FAMILY GET MURDERED AND YOU WONT EVEN TALK TO ME! YOU STILL WONT LOOK ME IN MY EYES! YOU HAVENT ALL YEAR!" He looked for any remorse on the headmasters face, any sign that he understood and he didn't find any. "He was not your only family Harry, I know its not easy losing people but you still have your Aunt, Uncle and Cousin."
Harry was taken aback "YOU KNOW HOW THEY TREAT ME, THEY ARE NO FAMILY TO ME!" Harry yelled his voice cracking a bit with tears threatening to spill over. "We've talked about this Harry th-" "DON'T YOU DARE SAY THEY LOVE ME, THEY HATE ME! SIRIUS LOVED ME AND NOW HE'S GONE!" Dumbledore gave a sad sigh "Harry I'm sorry you are hurting if I could take it away I would." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye and a grandfatherly smile.
"Right now there is nothing we can do except take the pain and grow, be strong for him its what he would have wanted." Harry gave a dejected sigh and asked "I suppose after everything you are just gonna tell me to go back to the Dursley's?" Harry spat the last name out with venom. "Yes of course, you are safe the-" before he could finish explaining his very rehearsed lines about protection this ward that he was interrupted by a loud crash as Harry stood up and threw everything off his desk. "HARRY! This is unacceptable behaviour 20 points from Gryffindor!" Harry scoffed "You still wont even look at me." he said with disgust and he turned on his heels, flung open the door as it slammed behind him by itself on his way out.
After a the obligatory overnight stay in the hospital wing Harry was sat on his four poster bed in the Gryffindor 4th year boys dorm sulking. 'I'm sorry Sirius, it should have been me, it always should be me, why does everyone always have to get hurt or die for me.' He reached into his trunk to grab a picture of the order that Sirius had given him. As he reached the bottom of the trunk he felt a sharp sting and pulled away. "OW!" he looked at his thumb to see a small cut and he looked into the trunk to see what cut him, his heart dropped. Lying at the bottom of the trunk was the present Sirius had given him. "Use it if you need me, all right?" is what he had said and he forgot to even open it. 'What a great godson I am.' He picked up the package and opened it to see a mirror shattered into many tiny pieces and completely unusable. There was a note in the shards of glass and harry recognized Sirius's scribbles.
This is a two-way mirror. I've got the other one of the pair. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it. You'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.
In that moment Harry James Potter broke 'I could have avoided everything!?' 'It's all my fault' 'You don't deserve anyone' 'You are a worthless freak just like they said' His mind was going a mile a minute thinking of every worse possible thing to say to himself, spiraling down and down a deep dark rabbit hole. Naturally it was this moment Ron came into the dorm room. "Hiya Harry! Finally got out of the hospital?!" He said with a goofy grin and cheery tone "Out now." Harry said in a chilling tone through tears that were threatening to spill over. Ron stopped mid step and mid sentence shocked. "Wha?" He let out with his mouth hanging open making him look particularly dim "OUT NOW!" Harry snapped at him. "Oi what's your probl-" "I SAID GET OUT!" Harry roared. Ron sneered at Harry, "It's not like he was your real family you know, its not that bad." Ron stated with his usual emotional range of a teaspoon. "How could you say that to me! He was the only father I had! How would you feel if your mummy dearest passed away on you!?" Ron getting annoyed at his 'friend' quipped back, "I don't know Harry you tell me, you're the one with the dead mom!" Harry felt as if he was punched in the chest, "Just go." is all he could say and Ron turned and stormed out of the room with not so much as a glance back at his so called friend.
Harry has never been one to cry, when he was 4 he cried after Vernon had whipped him with the belt and it only made the beating worse since then he had a hard time crying even after the many severe beatings from his uncle Vernon after that day he never shed a tear, But in that moment as his first friend walked away on him again he hung his head and as if reality was mocking him he made eye contact with his shattered reflection in the mirror his godfather had given him, the mirror that if he just looked at sooner could have saved his life... he started crying.
In another part of England Lord Voldemort was sitting in the library of Malfoy Manor pouring over books on soul magic when he felt something peculiar, A feeling of sadness, loss, and betrayal that didn't belong to him. He dove into his own mind trying to understand when he came across what appeared to be a fracture or a rift and he could hear someone crying. There was no question this is where those foreign feelings are coming from, He reached out to touch it...
A/N: annndddd boom first chapter done! thanks for reading please review :)