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"Watch out, watch out, the tiger has a trap, watch out, watch out, before you get snatched" came a childish singing voice ringing throughout the halls.
The death eaters looked at each other in question, why would someone be singing such a song (or any song really) in Riddle manor, their lords headquarters (hideout, though no one would say that). Many walked towards the voice, thinking it to be a Death Eaters child (though why they would be there no one could say) and planned to send the child back to their parent. What they found though was something that terrified even the most hardened of them.
"Watch out, watch out, the tiger has caught the rat, watch out, watch out, this nasty little rat is dead."
Strung up, hanging from one of the parlor ceilings, was a body, the limbs were at odd angles and from what they could tell the creatures entrails strung the body to the celling, tied around arms and its neck. At closer inspection some could recognize the large, rodent like figure of Wormtail.
"watch out, watch out, the rat is dead, who will be next, watch out, watch out, before you get snatched" The death eaters, 20 in all, turned to the voice and meet a fearsome sight. A boy, standing no taller than 5'5" stood a few feet away. Though there was no wand or torture device in sight, those present could see that he was the one recognizable for Wormtail's death. He had long, waist length black hair that was matted down with dark red blood, his hand, arms and torso were covered in blood as well. When the boy turned, many did not know whether to scream, run or raise their wands. They all recognized the boy, though what he had become was a stranger.
The flashing emerald eyes and lightning bolt scar gave him away as harry potter. However the black wings that protruded from his back along with a pointed tail was not familiar. Nor was the crazed, joyful gleam in his eye that promised death and destruction with no remorse. The death eaters were dead before a single syllable was spoken.
"oh look, oh look, twenty more rats caught in a trap, twenty more dead, what joy it is" and then the blood stained boy skipped and danced around the bodies littering the floor, splashing in the blood as if they were rain puddles.
Harry skipped through the hallways, killing all those who crossed his path, singing his song of trapped and dead rats. Finally he came to a door, where a wonderful smell came from…he was hungry.
"Here I come, the rats are dead, they made no meal, maybe you will"
Harry through the doors open and entered smelling the most wonderful smell. He looked around and spotted the owner of such an appetizing sent. The owner was male, tall and fit. He had chestnut hair, pale skin and ruby red eyes. He was perfect.
"Hello, hello, lovely one, scent as sweet as blood and honey, hello, hello, lovely one, your soul shall be my meal."
"Potter!" an enraged but beautiful voice came from the creature standing before him.
"Potter, potter, make a pot, spin it tall, spin it wide, color it with gold's and reds, no make that green, with silver please. Potter, potter, please make a pot, fire it up, won't you please."
"…potter" the voice was more hesitant now. "Harry" the voice tried again.
"Harry, Harry, that was my name, Harry, Harry can I be Harry again. Monster, freak, is now my name, Harry, Harry no more, can I be Harry again."
"You…are crazy." The man replied quizzically.
"Crazy!" The green eyes lost their glazed look becoming sharp and angered. "Crazy you say. I am no crazier than you, my mind is sharp, my thought ideal!" as the boy ranted he stalked closer to his prey.
"Would you prefer insane?" the ruby eyed man asked.
"Insane? What man is not insane?" Harry asked before claiming cool, smooth lips with his own. He only had them for a second before he was violently shoved off, but it was long enough.
"Potter what…!"
"My mate, you be, mates we be, live without the other, I don't see. My mate. Lost you once, lost you twice, shall I lose you trice. Once to light, twice to hate, trice I wonder what will be our fate."
"What! How dare you Potter, claiming me as your mate! Wait…how?"
"My mate, my mate, take your love, make it mine, take my heart, make it yours."
"Incubus. Harry potter is a bloody incubus! Bellatrix!" The man, Voldemort screamed. Instantaneously the insane woman appeared.
"You called my lord."
"Take Potter here to the dungeons, torture him but keep him alive." Voldemort ordered, while casting a body bind on Harry.
"Potter! My lord…" Bellatrix began.
"Just do as I say!"
"Yes my lord" with that Bellatrix levitated a smirking Harry to the dungeons.