I didn't get to buy it the other day, they were sold out, so I plan to buy Spore: Creatures when it comes out in September. I decided to update today because it's my Birthday today. So in honour of my Birthday, I decided to update! I hope you enjoy it!
Sorry for any mistakes you may find, I don't have a Beta reader for this but if you want to be please say so!. Please read and review!
Warning: This is a Dark Harry fic so if you don't like, then don't read.
I don't own Harry Potter. There will be no pairings, at all.
"Talking"
Chapter One
It had been five years since that night, five years since the downfall of The Dark Lord Voldemort. Though Lilly and James tried not to shun Harry, it was hard not to when their son was the savior of the wizarding world, Harry was usually left behind with Remus or Sirius when they went to an interview with his brother, Justin, The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry tried to be a good boy, he didn't complain when they moved him to a different room, or when Justin got more toys than he did. No, Harry never complained, even if his brother taunted him with his latest toy. But he also noticed things, like how his mommy and daddy would look at him strange when they thought he wasn't looking. This only fueled his desire to be a good boy. Even though he didn't get as many toys, he did have more books than Justin, who would rather play quidditch than read.
He loved his book collection, it took him to other worlds. Worlds where mommy's and daddy's didn't look at there child strange, where everyone was nice to you. They didn't get more things than you, or taunt you with they're new things. Harry's books were precious to him. He knew his parents loved him, but sometimes it was nice to pretend that they were a little different, that they loved him as much as they loved Justin.
Harry was laying on the living room floor reading one of his books when his brother came into the room. Justin snatched up the book Harry was reading. "You shouldn't be reading," he said "You should be playing quidditch. Oh right, you don't have a broom!" He said laughing. "Mommy and Daddy love me more, they only buy you books to hide it."
"That's not true," Harry said, on the verge of tears "Mommy and Daddy love me."
Justin began to tear Harry's book.
"Stop it!" Harry yelled, that book was his favorite, it was his first book he had ever gotten.
"Or what?" He asked tearing out more pages.
"I said stop it!" His eyes turned red when his magic threw him across the room.
"What's- JAMES! COME QUICK!" She said noticing Harry's eyes and her son across the room, unconscious.
"What happened!?" He had ran strait to them.
"It happened. Harry attacked Justin." She said, picking up Justin.
"I didn't mean too!" Harry pleaded, his eyes back to their normal green. "I'm a good boy! I never meant to hurt him!"
James looked at him with sadness. "I'm sorry Harry," he pulled out his wand and stunned him.
"What do we do now?" Lilly asked, holding her child close to her.
"We should go to Dumbledore. He'll know what to do." James went over and picked up Harry. Then they both apparated to the grounds at Hogwarts.
They went to the Headmasters office. "Lilly? James? What are you doing here? Something wrong?" Dumbledore asked.
"I think Harry does have a piece of Voldemort's soul, Harry just attacked Justin. His eyes were red. Oh Albus! What should we do?" Lilly asked.
"I have told you before, I think it would be best if Harry was away from Justin," he said.
"But," Lilly sobbed some more. "I can't just abandon him."
"You should do what's best for Justin, I'll give you a week to decide." They both nodded and left. Unaware of a certain bug that sat in the open window, listening to everything.
The next morning
Boy-Who-Live's Brother: He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?
I have uncovered startling news, that Harry James Potter, twin brother to the Boy-Who-Lived has a piece of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name's soul. I have also heard that the boy in question had attacked our savior. What will the ministry do to this potential Dark Lord? What will they do to protect our young savior? This reporter only hopes that they will do the right thing, if not for The-Boy-Who-Lived, then for us all, and to deal with this problem while it is still controllable. What makes it worse is that the Potter's knew. Are they good parents to put the Boy-Who-Lived in danger? Only so they could keep they're family together? Despite the warning before hand?
Artical by: Rita Skeeter
Lilly was devastated, how did they find out? But she did not have time to dwell, the ministry acted quickly.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter, we've come to take the threat away," an Auror said.
"Away? Away where?" James asked.
"To the only place where he won't be a threat, to Azkaban."
"Azkaban!?" Lilly shreiked. "He's only Six! He won't survive in there!"
"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm under orders from the minister himself, the wizarding world wants him in Azkaban. He's a threat."
Lilly fell to the floor. "Please, please don't take him."
The aurors ignored her and went to get Harry.
Harry was in his room reading one of his books when three men came into his room. He looked over at them. "Who are you?" He asked.
"We're here to take you away." One of them said.
"Away? But I didn't mean too!" Harry started to cry. His sudden blue eyes went unnoticed by the aurors "I didn't mean to hurt him!"
The auror nodded to the other, who drew his wand and stunned the child.
"One of you, pick it up." The leader of the group spat. The one on the left went over and reluctantly picked up the stunned child. He held away from him, like he was going to wake up and attack him.
"You have no right to do this!" James yelled.
The head auror held out a paper. "I have every right. He could be the Dark Lord. He isn't safe, he will be put in Azkaban to keep our world safe from this threat."
"What's going on here!?" Sirius asked as he came in the front door.
"We're taking him to Azkaban." The one holding Harry said.
"On who's orders!?" Sirius screamed.
"The Minister of Magic." The one in front answered.
"I won't let you take him to that horrible place like some criminal!" Sirius said. The auror's stunned him, then apparated away.
"They took him James, they took my child!" Lilly whimpered.
James hugged her, "Don't worry, we'll get him back. I promise."
After they left Justin with Remus, James, Lilly, and Sirius went to see the headmaster.
"You have to help him!" Lilly yelled. "He's only six years old! He won't survive in Azkaban!"
"Lilly, I agree with the minister, if we left Harry where he was, he could have hurt Justin, then if we moved him somewhere else, he would have found someway to escape. No one has ever escaped Azkaban, so the world is safe from this possible threat." Dumbledore said.
"You bastard!" Sirius yelled. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the headmaster. "You don't even care about Harry!"
"I would advise you Sirius, to put your wand away, before you do something you'll regret," He said.
Sirius glared at him and swept out of the room in anger.
With Harry
Harry had awoken in a strange room, there was no bed, and instead of a door, there were bars. Only a small, barred, window had shown any type of light. Harry wrinkled his nose at the smell of the cell he was in. He tried to look out the window, but he was too small. He sat back on the ground and curled up into a ball.
Harry's eyes turned blue as he started to cry. "Where am I?"
"You're in Azkaban." A voice across from him said.
Harry looked up. "Who are you?" he sniffed.
"I'm Rabastan," the man said.
"I'm Harry. What's Azkaban?" He asked.
"Azkaban is where they put the dangerous people at. Though, I don't know why they put you in here. This part is reserved for the more dangerous ones." Rabastan said.
Harry looked ashamed of himself. "I accidentally attacked my brother, He was being mean. I didn't mean to do it."
The man looked at him strange. "They just don't throw you in here for accidental magic."
"The prophet said something about me containing a piece of the dark lord's soul. They said I was a threat." Harry started to cry again. "I didn't mean it."
"The Dark Lord's soul? You? They're crazy, you're just a child." He scoffed
"They said my eye's turned red when I accidentally attacked him." Harry said quietly.
His eyes slightly widened. Before he could get another word out, the dementors came.
Harry fell over, laying on the floor, as a coldness, that seemed to chill him to the bone, flooded him. He started to shake, as he remembered the pain from that night the dark lord attacked him. He remembered protecting his brother, fearing for Justin's life. But he did not scream, from the day he was born, he has never screamed.
It had felt like forever before the dementors left. The cold feeling had lingered though, making Harry shiver. "What were t-those t-things?" He asked Rabastan.
"They're dementors, they guard this hell. They suck the happiness out of you." He looked pale himself.
"Do they come all the time?" Harry asked.
"They come and go. It's hard to keep time in here."
Harry flipped over away from him, hopefully, he could get some sleep in. "Night." Harry said to no one in particular. He didn't expect the man to respond, he expected no one to respond.
Right before he fell asleep, he could have swore the man said, "Night kid." so low, it was like the wind itself.
End of Chapter One
