Chapter 1
Happy early Valentines! Hope you're all having a great February so far however short it's been, working on getting as many chapters out as i can on my main story when the idea for this one popped into my head and I couldn't resist.
So yeah this is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic, which is what this is at heart as the only thing borrowed from My Hero Academia will be the quirk Decay which won't even work exactly like in the show although all this should be explained by chapter 2.
Certain characters will be bashed so just a heads up on that but i will try keep it reasonable, and no extremely OP Harry at the start who is the heir of Merlin, I really dislike that trope so i'm going to try shy away from it as much as I can. Will Harry be stronger? Yes, but take into account that for majority of the manga we thought Decay required direct contact with the intended target, wizards are ranged fighters so Harry is naturally at a disadvantage. It's gonna be like bringing a big knife to a gun fight for a good while.
If anyone's looking for a reference for this chapter check out chapter 236 of the manga, note i'm suggesting the manga 'cause to be perfectly honest it's ALOT darker for this scene in particular.
Hope everyone's enjoying the release of Hogwarts Legacy btw :)
No idea what my update schedule will be for this.
Don't forget to review if you enjoy and constructive criticism is always appreciated sure thank you very much for reading! btw what's everyones house, i'm a Hufflepuff surprisingly according to Pottermore.
"Expecto Patronum!" = Speech
'Expecto Patronum!' = Thoughts
"What is a 'Hero' though?" = Speach with a quote
*BANG* = Important Noise?
-Flashback- = Flashback setting
"I love you" = Written words
{4:00am} = Important Time/ Date
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, My Hero Academia and related IP belong to their respective owners. The author of this story owns jack-shit and holds no fantasy that they ever will.
[31st October 1981, Harry aged 1]
The sound of raised voices and yelling could be heard coming from one of the rooms in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as the latest Order of the Phoenix meeting took place with a few members who's attendence was...contested.
"What the blazes are you doing here Prongs you fucking moron!?" Sirius Black roared at his brother in all but blood who stood across the table from Sirius and beside his wife who atleast had the decency to look a bit guilty.
"That's a good question there Black, what's the point of all these safeguards Potter if you're gonna just leave them when it tickles your fancy!" Alastor Moody chided harshly as he pointed his staff at the two Potters in anger who looked afronted.
"We couldn't stand sitting there any longer knowing you all were fighting without us!" James Potter, aka Prongs, argued passionately which got a scoff from Sirius who doubted him.
"That's the whole point you idiot, you two don't fight so you both can sit there with Charlie and Harry safe as you should be!" Sirius shot back heatedly at the idiot who didn't seem to understand the idea of living to see his kids grow up.
"But how can we look them in the eyes knowing we did nothing whilst that madman ravaged our world and our friends died trying to stop him? What if we loose because we aren't there? Not to toot our own horn but we were some of the stronger members of The Order and we all knew it, we can't afford to loose us." Lily Potter nee Evans chimed in as she raised a valid point that had some members conversing to each other.
"She has a point you know, I once saw her turn a wooden door into this rubbery material, bounced the werewolf attacking us right back it did, very clever!" Dedalus Diggle said to another order member quietly as the room raved about some of the Potters exploits much to Sirius' chagrin.
"Gah how're you even here?" Sirius groaned with his hands in his hair as the public opinion seemed to shift towards letting the Potters rejoin the fray, something that was definitely not helped along by the Longbottoms with similar goals.
"We got a babysitter./ We got a babysitter." James and Lily both said simply as Sirius nodded once he'd realised who exactly was minding the boys right as the meeting picked up in fevour as Dumbledore entered the room.
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The beautiful full moon shone down on the little village of Godrics Hollow that Halloween night as kids ran around in costumes, dressed as goblins and ghouls to get sweets from their neighbours as their parents watched on in delight.
Unbeknownst to all of those present though was the presence of a predator wafting through the the crowd like moses parting the red sea. It was if no one even realised they did it, but everyone stayed an arms length away from an unseen figure clad in a dark cloak as he walked purposefully towards an abandoned little cottage at the top of the street.
A rather unfortunate young man of 21 who was quite fat and already balding stood sniveling and nervously looking up and down the street outside the little cottages front gate.
"Wormtail." The dark cloaked individual said with a silky voice that promised pain if this proved to be a ruse.
"M-m-my Lord." Peter Pettigrew said fearfullly as he bowed before the man he'd sworn loyalty to after a particularly traumatising fight for the Order of the Phoenix. He'd seen first hand the power of the Dark Lord who'd battled close to twenty highly trained aurors in a battle over near Liverpool singlehandedly, it had been a massacre. Intestines ripped themselves out of aurors bellies to strangle them, skin and muscle melted before his eyes, thunder struck those who tried to escape with just a wave of his wand, it was like a concert of death and the Dark Lord was the miestro of the world.
"...The Potters live at 25 Main Street, Godrics Hollow" Peter whispered after a moments hesitation as he finally sealed not only his fate but the fate of one of his oldest friends family.
Once the Dark Lord Voldemort heard that, everything clicked into place, the formerly abandoned cottage reapaired itself before his eyes and took on a life that one wouldn't expect had you seen it two seconds ago.
"They even decorated...how quaint." Voldemort remarked with a sneer as he took a glance around the home, skimming past the child appropriate Halloween decorations. "Leave me now Wormtail, and I shouldn't have to tell you how displeased i'll be if you are caught."
"Y-y-yes my Lord" Peter choked out as he bowed infront of Voldemort with his hands clutched infront of him as he tried to stop them from shaking, the memory of being exposed to the cruciatus curse ringing true in his thoughts before he dis-apparrated on the spot.
Now that he was alone Lord Voldemort waved his wand and carefully undid a number of wards and curses that would pose an issue or alert the Potters at Dumbledores bloody Order of the Phoenix meeting before he was ready. He wasn't afraid of them, oh no this was just personal. Those two had escaped him relatively unscathed three times now, it was time for them to suffer and what better way than to come home and find your kids, one of which the so called child of prophecy dead before your very eyes with nothing you could do.
Was it a loss of a spy in the form of Wormtail? Yes. But his desire for cruelty had won out this time especially when that coniving Severus had come to him pleading for that mudbloods life, he would respect the boys usefullness by not taking her life himself but he made no promise of not doing something that wouldn't encourage her to take her own life.
Chuckling darkly to himself at such a morose thought as he opened the front door and walked up the creaking wooden stairs ignoring the framed photos on the walls that seemed to depict happier times, unaware to what they were about to witness.
Making his way down the hallway towards a doorway that was partially open at the end of the hall, Voldemort could feel his wand vibrating in excitement and a bit of nerves. Supposedly in this room would be the only person capable of stopping him, there was no way he could fail, his victory was assured! He could taste it on his lips...so why did his gut tell him to run?
Flicking his wand at the door, Lord Voldemort opened the door and strolled into the nursery distracted where two babies stood looking at him. One baby with red hair and hazel coloured eyes stood up clutching the bars of the crib watching the approaching pale skinned man with glowing red eyes fearfully whilst the other baby, the one with raven black hair and emerald green eyes stood glaring hatefully at Voldemort.
Voldemort would deny it if anyone ever asked but in that moment when his ruby red eyes met those of Harry Potters emerald green eyes, he paused for a second. He didn't backtrack or anything ridiculous like that it was just a mere baby! But the aura of death coming from this baby in that moment was enough to stop even him...he could not be allowed to live.
"I wish it could be different young Potter, perhaps in another world, you could've joined me." Voldemort lamented tragically as he aimed his wand for the forehead of Harry Potter who met his gaze the whole time whilst Charlie, the red-haired baby had fallen back and had begun crying loudly.
"Avada Kedavra" Voldemort whispered in respect for the baby who was meeting his end head on as the green light built up on the tip of his wand and shot towards Harry. What he didn't realise however was that in his distracted state when he entered the nursery, he'd failed to scan for any wards, something which would prove disastrous for him due to Lily Potters last line of protection for the babies crib.
It was a set of wards and runes carved deep into the underside of the crib and had come about as a result of research into ancient Celtic, Egyptian and even Babylonian texts Lily Potter had found deep within the Hogwarts restricted section or so she'd said. No-one really knew if that was true as she refused to show the place where she'd found such books much to the displeasure of Dumbledore but they'd eventually dropped it although the headmaster would bring it up every couple of meetings and would implore them to give him such dark tomes.
The effect of such a ward scheme though was as complex as one would expect, it was designed with the obvious intent to protect and shield but also to harm whoever intended to hurt the cribs inhabitants. Lily Potter wouldn't admit to anyone but it had been a stroke of drunken genius on day as they'd been watching the parade together on the TV and as such even she didn't fully remember exactly how the ward scheme looked.
Something which is rather tragic, as when the killing curse met the the shield created by the wards two things happened, one the wood was scorched from the strength of the Dark Lord overloading them and two, Charlie had actually pushed Harry to the side.
It all happened in an instant, the two babies fell over whilst Voldemorts eyes widened as his killing curse flew through the air. It hit an invisible barrier where it seemed to grow before exploding and rebounded against him, seperating him from the mortal plane of existance. He was left nothing but a shade wailing into the night as he flew through the young Harry Potter, his body vanished leaving behind naught but his yew and phoenix feather wand that had struck fear into the hearts of millions.
The explosion was strong enough to destroy the back wall and roof of the nursery, rubble raining down as the moon shined down on the cribs inhabitants. Charlie sat wailing with a perfectly straight scar bleeding on his left forehead from the residual avada kedavra explosion before a bit of accidental magic dragged the yew wand of Voldemort from the floor and into his hands where he began to chew on it.
Harry on the other hand lay passed out with a bleeding lightning bolt scar on his left forehead, completely drained after the soul of Voldemort had passed through him unaware to the panicked pops and crys that were sounding from the ground floor as his parents and Dumbledore arrived.
"Oh dear god, my babies! Charlie! Harry!" Lily roared as she threw open the front door before thundering up the stairs with James hot on her heels, his eyes sharp and wand out as he kept on eye on her blindspots incase there was anything laying in wait for them.
"WAAAAHHHH" Charlie wailed as he banged Voldemorts wand off the walls of the crib, the sound of which prompted the distraught parents to move even faster into the room, someone was alive!
Bursting into the room Lily paid little attention to the carnage and was quick to rush over to the crib and pick up Charlie who stopped wailing once he was in his mothers arms.
"Shhh, shhh, Mommy's here." Lily said barely holding it together as she held her baby boy close to her breast before she looked back into the crib and chocked back a sob, Harry was laying there not moving and Lily's mind immediately went to the worst thought.
Reaching over shakily to see if he was still breathing Lily Potter watched with joy as Harry's eyes cracked open a tad as he blinked exhausted before closing them again right as James came up behind her.
"Is he?" James asked hesitantly.
"He's fin-" Lily said as she finished craddling Charlie and put him down in the crib, only now realising the wand he was holding in his hand with dread.
"As you can see from that wand my dear, i'm afraid nothing is fine about this night." Dumbledore interrupted sadly as he entered the destroyed nursery with a sad look on his face whilst walking up to the young parents.
"Does that wand belong to who I think it does Professor?" James said bravely as he showed off his Gryffindor courage whilst Dumbledore leaned over and pocketed the offered yew wand.
"Yes, this wand did indeed used to belong to Voldemort himself, it is my belief that he has left it here after being vanquished by the child mentioned in the prophecy." Dumbledore explained which got gasps out of both parents who turned shocked eyes towards the two babies, after all it was hard to believe a baby thwarted the Dark Lord but sure weirder things have happened. Although privately Lily did think her protections had something to do with it.
Dumbledore ignored the two parents and their thoughts as he turned a watchful on the one who remained awake through it all despite the obvious tears, Charlie.
"...Curious." Dumbledore whispered quietly as he waved his wand over the straight line scar on Charlie's forehead but in doing so he couldn't help but notice something else that a vertical line scar might imply, something an old friend of his used to own but was now in his possession. "Most curious..."
"What's curious Professor? Is Charlie okay?" Lily asked worriedly as James held her closely, both parents clearly distraught but trusting Dumbledore to inspect their babies.
"He's fine my dear, but his scar is fascinating as it seems to be magical in nature, why if i didn't know any better I'd nearly swear it was if something had blocked the killing curse and struck him! But those are just the ramblings of an old man, that curse is impossible to block against by magical means." Dumbledore waved it off before he turned serious as he looked at Harry laying there tossing and turning minutely in the crib.
"Now, let's see how you are my boy..." Dumbledore whispered as he waved his wand over Harry only to visibly recoil at what his magic told him, something which naturally got the attention of the two watching parents.
"What's wrong Professor?" James asked seriously while tears built up in Lily's eyes, to say this had been a rollercoaster of a night was a bit of an understatement and to see the strongest wizard of the past few centurys recoil in who knows what emotion was not something reassuring.
"How could you Tom? You would do this to one so young?" Dumbledore whipsered sadly, barley registering James' words until the young man repeated himself causing the old man to look up to the couple with sad eyes.
"I'm not certain as to the spell used by Voldemort in this room but it's extremely dark nature is not in question." Dumbledore spoke as he tried to avoid bringing up the inevitable topic. "From what I can tell, Voldemort entered the room and cast the dark curse on young Harry here where it took effect before he tried to do the same to young Charlie where something miraculous happened" Here Dumbledore took a slight dramatic pause to showcase just how spectacular the events he was describing really were.
"The spell took no effect on him and in a rage Voldemort cast the killing curse which was then refelcted back at him by Charlie, my friends Charlie is indeed the child of prophecy, the One-Who-Lived, no, the Boy-Who-Lived!" Dumbledore finished which got gasps out of both parents as they turned slightly awed eyes towards their giggling child who seemed to puff his chubby little chest out in pride.
"Professor, t-that's incredible! Our Charlie, the Boy-Who-Lived! He's gonna be famous, there won't be a wizard in England who won't know the name Charlie Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, vanquisher of Voldemort and saviour of the wizarding world!" James raved in absolute joy whilst Lily smiled at Charlie, pride oozing off of her as she began thinking if this is what he was doing as a baby imagine when her kids are all grown up! ...Wait, kids!
"Professor, what about Harry, you said he was afflicted by a dark curse!?" Lily said panicked once she'd remembered her second child which seemed to slightly shake James out of his fantasys for Charlies future whilst Dumbledore winced that she'd remembered that.
"...I'm afraid it is a curse of the foulest intent to someone of the wizarding world...young Harry's core, it's near empty i'm afraid alongside the fact that it appears for lack of a better word, tainted." Dumbedore informed solemnly which finally caused the tears to drop from Lily's eyes whilst James finally tuned in.
"Tainted?" James asked seriously as he turned uncertain eyes towards his own son.
"I'm afraid so, as any skilled med-witch could tell you it appears as if he has spent decades utlising the foulest magics and rituals which has resulted in a leach like entity on his magic... I'm afraid young Harry is now a squib with just enough magic to survive." Dumbledore said as he finally delivered the terrible news to the heartbroken parents, tears pouring from Lily's eyes whilst James held her close and looked torn at Harry.
"This was all caused by the spell you believe Voldemort tried casting at Charlie only to fail?" James asked as he tore his unsure eyes away from Harry and onto Charlie where it became a look of pride.
"Exactly my boy, young Charlie did the impossible tonight and it's vital we train him right to be a paragon of the light." Dumbledore said as James let go of Lily to walk over to the headmasters side where they both began discussing their plans for Charlie whilst Lily slowly walked over to them, instead looking at Harry as he slept.
"What about Harry?" Lily asked as she wiped away her tears with a sniffle, her red eyes matching her hair.
This seemed to make Dumbledore pause as he cast a wary glance towards Harry. To be perfectly honest he wanted Harry as far away as possible lest he risk the boy tainting his precious Child of Prophecy.
"He can't stay." James said before Dumbledore which surprised not only the old man but Lily who turned wide eyes towards him.
"What do you mean!?" Lily said with an edge to her voice as she protected her cub like a mama bear would even if that was from her own husband.
"I don't want it either love but think about it, Charlie has such a big destiny ahead of him that we can't just ignore or risk, our precious boy is going to need our help or he won't survive." James spoke slowly but clearly as he tried to sweet-talk his wife into seeing reason.
"Harry can't even do magic, he's going to grow up resentful of the world like all squibs but imagine how much worse it's going to be for him as the brother of Charlie Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived? He'll always be outshined against that fame and he'd be in constant danger from any remaining Death Eaters without any way to protect himself, it's just not safe for him in our world." James said as he finished resolutely, certain that this was the right course of action.
Lily gaped like a fish once she'd heard the words uttered by her husband, shocked to her core that he would suggest such a thing. This wasn't like getting rid of a pet because of allergys, ths was their son!
"And where is our son, supposed to go then James, an orphanage? We can't just abandon him with some strangers!" Lily protested vehemently but sadly her words got Dumbledore's brain thinking.
"I don't know Lily but the muggle world is safer for a squib like him, you know it's true." James replied but before the two could get into an arguement, Dumbledore chose that moment to interject.
"If I may my dear, what about your sister Petunia?" Dumbledore proposed gently as he tried to avoid Lily's ire whilst convincing her of his and James idea to which Lily winced as she began to contemplate it.
"Petunia hates magic though, she'd never agree to it." Lily said argued back which didn't seem to deter the two men at the slightest.
"But Harry's a squib, it'd be impossible to tell him apart from a muggle child Lily, surely Petunia could find it in her heart to love someone 'normal' as she'd put it." James countered with a sudden burst of confidence that had arose as he met Dumbledores eyes briefly before settling on Lily's who now seemed uncertain.
"...She did always want a child, but I haven't talked to her in so long who know's how she'd respond." Lily said hesitantly as she entertained the idea, the more she thought about it the more it sounded viable and as she looked into James and Dumbledores eyes she felt her hesitance give away.
"...Okay, if you're sure James." Lily finally agreed with her husband after much consideration as she turned sad eyes towards her youngest son and silently prayed he'd forgive her one day.
"I love you Harry." Lily whispered quietly as she bent over and kissed his forehead causing him to giggle in his sleep which nearly broke her heart as she hoped that her sister would treat her son right.
Had anyone re-checked Harry's magic at that moment though, they might've noticed that the little sliver he did have was increasing as ever expanding tiny slow cracks throughout the tainted magic
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{26th of April 1986, Harry aged 5}
"Freak! Hurry up with breakfast, my darling Dudders is starving." Petunia Dursley, a horselike woman, tall and thin with beady judging eyes said as she stood glaring down at the five year old boy standing on a stool and cooking a frying pans worth of sasuages and rashers.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." The five-year old Harry Potter said meekly as he finished plating up the food before Petunia took it out of his hands roughly before walking over to Dudley Dursley who was sitting at the dining room table and gently handing him his food.
"Here you go darling, eat up." Petunia cooed as she lightly ruffled Dudleys hair before she was distracted by her freak of a nephew.
"...Aunt Petunia, may I have my breakfast too?" Harry asked quietly but loud enough to be heard, something which caused Petunia to adopt a hard look in her eyes as she strode over to the presses and pulled out Harry's breakfast: One slice of plain bread and a glass of water.
"Eat it fast, you're to clean the dishes before school then sweep the floors, weed the garden and dust before Vernon gets home." Petunia ordered as she glared hatefully at the boy who'd been dropped on her lap by her deplorable sister who dared to claim this child was normal.
Petunia had the gall to believe her sister, saying that her son was normal when by the age of 2, Harry had summoned a teddy off the couch. That was all the proof Petunia needed to show that her sister had lied to her, her nephew who'd she'd taken in out of the goodness of her heart was actually a freak in disguise.
It infuriated her to no end, especially when she couldn't even get in contact with her sister to collect her blasted son! After all it wasn't like she'd payed them a visit once in the 4 years the Dursleys had had him and Lily didn't even leave a phone number, it was as if she was too good for the normal world now that she got her fairytale ending whilst Petunia was stuck in mediocrity.
Harry finished his food in record time as his stomach gave a hungry growl for more that he knew wouldn't be coming. 'If I ask for her, i won't get any tomorrow.' Harry thought to himself sadly as he moved his stool over to the sink where he began to wash the dishes and pans from this mornings breakfast. He'd cooked 3 frying pans worth of food between Dudley and Vernon before the man who Harry regretfully called uncle left for work, leaving him to finish cooking for Dudley whilst starving for his own morsel of food.
'I'm hungry too' Harry thought to himself sadly as he scrubbed the dishes till his hands were raw.
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{17th of March, 1987. Harry aged 6.}
"Blasted Irish, those useless drunks made a whole holiday for getting pissed, bah! Worthless, the lot of them." Vernon Dursley said as he finished his racist rant, his bulbous cheeks flushed red from the Peroni he was drinking as he leaned back in his favourite armchair.
"Freak, get me another beer!" Vernon yelled at a frightened Harry who was trying his best to clean the hallway floor with a detol wipe all the while Petunia and Dudley sat watching the Day parade in London on the TV.
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry said obediently but scared as he stopped wiping the floor to go to the kitchen where the beer was.
It didn't take Harry long to get the afformentioned item and be on his way back to the sitting room where the Dursleys were all situated. Harry made sure to be extra careful in the hallway in case he slipped from where he'd just cleaned but he was so focused on not slipping that he didn't see Dudleys pudgy foot shoot out and trip him causing him to drop the beer which smashed against the floor.
*SMACK*
"How dare you mess up my floor Freak! You're no better than your junkie parents, no respect for their betters!" Vernon shouted angrily, his hand still outstretched from where he'd slapped Harry in the face.
"S-s-sorry Uncle Vernon" Harry stuttered as tears built up in his eyes right above the giant red handprint that now marred his face all the while Dudley looked on with glee, the Day parade forgotten whilst Petunia watched impassively.
"Sorry, you're sorry? Not good enough Freak, we feed you, cloth you and give you a roof over your head but this is how you repay us? By failing to do the simplest of things asked of you!" Vernon yelled harshly before grabbing Harry by the scruff of his neck and dragging him to the cupboard which Harry was roughly thrown into, banging his head on the wall and left whimpering on the tiny cot inside whilst Vernon locked the door and hobbled back to his armchair.
'Why don't they love me?' Harry thought miserably as he sat curled up on his cot in the cupboard under the stairs, whimpering from his uncles slap and the familys lack of care to his wellbeing.
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{14th of February 1988, Harry aged 7}
"Alright class, here's your test results back from last weeks maths test, i'm sure most of you will be happy with these results and those who aren't just need to work a bit harder" Mrs. Pickens, the primary school teacher, said as she cast a meaningful look Dudley's way at the last bit which went ignored as he chatted to his friend Piers Polkiss.
proceeded to walk between the desks in the classroom as she passed out the tests to their respective students, smiling all the way as she watched their happy faces when they saw their results. Atleast that was until she got to Harry where her smile vanished instead replaced by a look of cold indifference.
"Potter. Another F, can't you stop your hooligan nature for once and open a book?" ridiculed as she dropped Harry's test onto his desk whilst the class erupted into laughter.
"Yes ." Harry whispered as the teacher moved past him to the student behind him, her smile once again returning to her face as she ignored the taunts and jeers being sent Harry's way by the rest of the class.
'I tried my best though, it's not my fault that I have to do worse than Dudley...' Harry thought to himself sadly as he looked at his test, a test who's answers were all off by 1 from the correct answer, not that the teacher cared to investigate.
*BRIINNNNGGGG*
"Well class it looks like it's time for recess, I hope you all have fun as we'll be working on our english when we come back" said as most of the kids ran out of class towards the yard.
Harry followed a bit nervous, recess usually meant 'Harry Hunting', probably the only sport Dudley would ever flourish in afterall being it's founder meant he made the rules. Of course it didn't matter that Harry didn't want to play, but he supposed that was most of the fun for Dudley, seeing the fear on Harry's face as he tried to avoid him.
After years of 'Harry Hunting', Harry had gotten quite slippery at avoiding Dudley mostly thanks to his superior speed but Dudley had a gaggle of friends such as Piers who were more than happy to help him which sadly made it quite difficult to avoid them all.
Speaking of Dudley and his gang, they were currently huddled together bragging about the Valentines cards they'd all gotten this morning, none bragging more than Dudley.
"That's right, I got five cards, the girls love me!" Dudley bragged which got looks of awe from his friends who'd only gotten one or two cards that morning.
'Yeah right, I saw Aunt Petunia put them in the hall when I was making breakfast, did he not find it weird they all had the same hand writing?' Harry snorted to himself quietly as he thought about the likelihood of Dudley actually having admirers as he overheard the braggart talk, sadly said braggart noticed his snort and stormed over to Harry.
"You're just jealous Freak! People love me but not you, no parents to love you and now no girls love you, I bet you'll die alone and bitter!" Dudley said harshly before he broke out into laughter alongside the rest of his gang who cheered him on, all the while Harry felt anger bubbling to the surface as he was faced with a future he himself had feared would happen.
"Atleast, my mom doesn't make fake valentines for me to keep up the illusion that I'm actually liked!" Harry rebutted which made Dudley go silent, a hard look on his face as he glared daggers at Harry for having the nerve to talk back to him, let alone what he actually said.
'Oh no...' Harry thought to himself once his outbust was over and he recongnised the look in Dudleys eyes, a look that promised pain.
Harry dashed away right before Dudley could reach out and grab ahold of him, running as fast as his legs would carry him.
"After him!" Dudley yelled at his gang as they all began charging after Harry, intent to leave him battered and bruised like usual.
Harry weaved through the crowds of the other children as they played in the yard, hoping to put as much distance between him and Dudleys gang as possible. The problem however was that whilst Dudley was slow and fat, his gang, particularly Piers were actually rather fast from chasing Harry so much. To say it was ironic would be an understatement, the thing that gave Harry the speed to avoid his pursuers was also what gave them the speed to catch him, something which Piers managed to do after Harry tripped from running too fast.
"Got him big 'D'!" Piers shouted back towards his friends as he hauled Harry up by the collar who was starting to panic.
'Not again, not again! I need to get away from here, somewhere, anywhere!' Harry pleaded inside his head as he began seriously panicking the closer Dudley and the rest of his gang got close to him. Shutting his eyes tight, Harry wished to be somewhere else away from Dudley, a wish that would be granted.
"Huh?" Harry said smartly to himself at the sudden decrease in volume, he could still hear the rest of the kids in the yard but it was as if he was now far away from them, something which was only reinforced by the lack of pressure from Piers holding his collar.
Opening his eyes, Harry was shocked to see that not only was Piers nowhere to be seen but he was somewhere other than the yard, infact he was on a roof! Walking over to the edge of the roof carefully, Harry took a glance over the edge to see where he was and saw the kids running around down below without a care in the world.
Of course not all the kids were carefree, Dudley and his gang were stumped and searching high and low for him. Sadly before he could back up from the edge of the roof, he was spotted by Dudley who had a look of shock on his face.
"Oi, what's the Freak doing on the roof!?" Dudley shouted as he pointed up at the roof which served to get the attention of a good portion of the yard who followed his finger up to where Harry stood looking down at them from his place on the roof, a scared look on his face.
What followed next was panic from the teachers who'd spotted Harry after Dudleys declaration, all of them fearing a lawsuit that would never come even if Harry did injure himself. The fire brigade were called and finally after an hour they managed to get Harry down where he was ridiculed by his classmates and harshly repriminded by the teachers and principal who were furious with him for nearly costing them money.
After the roof debacle, the principal was quick to call Harry's guardians and complain about his hooligan behaviour once again which resulted in Petunia storming down to the school and taking both Harry and Dudley out for the rest of the day.
"How dare you climb up onto the roof Freak! You could give my precious ickle Dudleykins the wrong idea!" Petunia shouted at her nephew who sat in the back seat of the car as she drove Dudley, Harry and herself home. "Just wait until Vernon hears about this!"
"But Aunt Petunia I didn't climb anything, I just appeared up there, I promise! It was like magic!" Harry shot back desperately, knowing that should Vernon hear of this incident then a beating was in his future. Harry's words made Petunia go silent however as she glared at him through the rear view mirror, a look of absolute hatred clear in her eyes whilst Dudley sat in the passenger seat eating the McDonalds Petunia had brought for him.
The rest of the journey home was spent in silence, the only sound in the car being the sound of Dudley chewing his food with his mouth open which would normally disgust Harry had he not been extremely anxious now that his aunt had gone quiet and chosen to just glare at him.
Harry was dragged into his cupboard the second they got home whilst Dudley went to go watch TV, Petunia meanwhile went into the kitchen and took out a bottle of whiskey and poured herself a glass before she sat down with Dudley in the sitting room as they all awaited Vernon's return.
Vernon returned home around 6pm where he was quickly filled in on what had happened that day by Petunia and to say he was furious was an understatement.
"What!" Harry heard Vernon roar from inside his cupboard as the door was flung open violently, Vernons bulbous face bright red in anger as he reached a meaty hand into the cupboard to drag his defenceless nephew out for his punishment.
"You broke the rules, tried to corrupt Dudley with your bad habits and your excuse is magic?! Freak, magic doesn't exist!" Vernon said as he made a big show of taking off his belt which let his fat belly hang out even more over his trousers now that it wasn't constricted.
Harry looked at Vernon fearfully before he was turned around and the shirt on his back was ripped from him, falling to tatters on the hallway floor before them.
"W-w-wait Uncle Vernon, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, i'm sor-AHHH" Harry stuttered as he tried for a mercy which would never come from within this house before he interrupted himself with a loud scream curtesy of the belt buckle which had just flayed his skin.
Vernon stood behind Harry with a look of rage and glee on his face as he whipped Harry with his belt until he ran out of breath, headless to the cries and shouts of the innocent child all the while Petunia watched on hatefully as she drank her whiskey.
In the end Harry's back was covered in angry purple welts and cuts whilst Vernon was sweating buckets and panting from the exertion it took to beat his innocent nephew who was laying bleeding on the hall floor barely concious.
"Up Boy. Take your beating like a man." Vernon huffed out as walked over from behind Harry where he'd been whipping him with the belt, stepping on his leg.
*CRACK*
"AHHHHHHH!" Harry screamed in agony, now fully awake as the bone in his leg snapped from the force of Vernon's extremely overweight body pressing down on it as he stepped on his right leg.
Vernon continued without a care in the world as got infront of the now loudly sobbing Harry where he opened the cupboard door before quickly reaching down with an iron grip and ripping Harrys arm up at an akward angle.
*POP*
"AHHHH!" Harry screamed once again as his arm was very clearly ripped from its socket as Vernon picked him up by the useless appendage and threw him into the cupboard, slamming the door shut and locking it.
Harry lay there sobbing for hours until he finally passed out from a combination of pain and exhaustion which finally let something get to work, see contrary to what Dumbledore thought, Harry did have magic just as Petunia has suspected since all those years ago. Magic which was currently working on fixing all the damage to his badly beaten body whilst the poor boy lay there unconcious, his last thoughts ones of pain and confusion as to what he ever did to do deserve this hatred especially on a day that was supposed to celebrate love.
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{1st of April 1989, Harry aged 8}
The day started as any other saturday for Harry Potter, tired and hungry with a list of chores that needed to be done, first of which was make breakfast for the Dursley's usually consisting of lots of grease for Uncle Vernon and Dudley whilst Aunt Petunia usually just ate an apple much like the horses she resembled.
"Well, i'd better be off, Marge's train get's in at Kings Cross at 1pm and i have some shopping to do before hand." Vernon exclaimed as he clapped his hands and made to stand up from the table, drawing the attention of Petunia and Dudley who were finishing off their breakfast whilst Harry washed the dishes nearby.
"This for mom's present like we talked about dad?" Dudley asked stupidly whilst Petunia made a light overly dramatic gasp.
"Oh boys, for my birthday? You shouldn't have." Petunia said with a smile at the two males she enjoyed seeing in her life all the while Harry just glared at the dishes he was cleaning whilst hearing every word.
"Nonsense Pet, anything for my flower." Vernon said proudly as he bent down, difficultly might i add, to kiss his wife gently much to the disgust of Dudley before walking into the kitchen towards the hall. On his way through the kitchen though he made sure to smack Harry upside the back of the head.
"That's for listening in on others conversations Freak." Vernon said as he waddled through the hall and out the door off to go do his shopping and collect his sister Marge.
Back inside the house with Harry and the rest of the Dursleys, Petunia got up from her cup of tea to pass something to Harry who'd just finished cleaning the majority of this mornings dishes.
"These are to be be done by sun-down Freak, especially the weeding, i expect you to be out in that garden all day and out of my hair, do you hear me?" Petunia asked Harry disdainfully who took the offered the list with a mental grimace.
'Weed the garden, change the soil in the flower beds, mow the grass, trim the hedges and paint the fence...' Harry read off mentally before growling in his thoughts. 'A slave, like usual.'
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry said neutrally as he obviously couldn't let his true feelings on the matter rise...he still had the scars from the last time he stood up for himself.
With a satisfied nod of her head Petunia walked back over to her tea where Dudley was giggling to himself and glancing between her and her seat with a suspicious grin on his face that she didn't notice before she sat down on her seat unflinchingly.
*PPPPPFFFFFTTTTTTTTT*
Came an uproarous sound from Petunia's butt which had Dudley breaking down laughing as Harry looked over in bewilderment, his Aunt was the type of person who would rather die than admit she had regular bodily functions so there was no way that was real.
"April Fools!" Dudley shouted with a raised voice at Petunia who was beat red in embarrassment and shock as she removed a whoopie cushion from under the pillow on her seat.
"Dudley! Did the freak put you up to this?! That's it! GET OUT NOW, NO BREAKFAST, OUT!" Petunia roared at Harry who sighed as he made his way out the back door with Dudley's laughter following him out the door, he knew he'd end up taking the fall for this the second he heard Dudley enjoying himself.
Standing out in the back garden Harry looked up at the still rising sun on the surprisingly warm day as it dried his lips, the pollen in the air irritating his eyes making him rub them before he was distracted by the loud rumble from his belly.
"...Better get started or I won't get dinner." Harry said dejectedly as he scratched at his neck before he got to work on the chores for the day, occassionally having to dodge some random prank Dudley came up with to pester him. By far the most annoying had been the water balloons as he'd had to pick up every last speck of them but Dudley hadn't come back with more so he must've schooled his reaction well enough.
The sun rose higher and higher as Harry worked the morning away until lunch when Marge was due in although Harry didn't hear the sounds of the car pull in till around 4pm, they must've gotten stuck in traffic.
'Which means Vernon is probably in foul form, wonderful.' Harry thought to himself as he pulled up another weed from the garden, his chores nearly completed. So far he managed to complete everything on the list bar weeding the garden which he was 3/4th of the way done with.
He hoped Petunia would be kind and would give him something to eat after seeing all the work he'd gotten done today but you never knew with her so he wasn't getting his hopes up.
'When have I ever been given a reason to be hopeful in this house?' Harry thought to himself as he cleaned himself off with the hose outside that was beside the back door, a garden hoe stood up against the wall against it before walking into the house to get started on dinner before he could finish the garden. Last time he hadn't finished a chores list for the day Vernon had stomped on both his ankles, said if he was going to lay about all day then why not make it official.
"Marge, oh it's lovely to see you, it's been ages!" Petunia said as she greeted Vernon's sister Marge Dursley who'd just gotten out of the family car after Vernon had picked her up at the train station.
"Yes, yes Petunia it has been a few months hasn't it why I think it was that delicious Christmas turkey you made." Marge replied as she opened the back door of Vernon's car to let her angry and violent dog, Ripper, out.
"Come on Ripper lets get that useless good for nothing of theirs to cook us up something to eat shall we?" Marge asked her dog who only barked in response as the two walked up towards the house whilst Vernon trailed behind carrying his sisters luggage.
Dinner went about as well as Harry expected a visit from Marge to go, an hour of seeing her race her brother Vernon and nephew Dudley in an eating competition that Harry slaved away preparing, all the while making hateful comments about her coworkers and Harry's dead family. Ripper sat below her eating the ocassional scraps from her hands that she passed down, licking her hands clean each time. Harry meanwhile was allowed one slice of chicken, a potatoe and some carrots but whilst that was it, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Of course, said family was dead as far as Harry knew, after all if they were alive then why would he be here with the Dursleys? The Dursley's, particularly Petunia, loved to tell the story of her alcohol addicted sister who would do anything for booze and was constantly drunk or high alongside her equally as bad husband. Ultimately, this would take their lives in a drunken car crash where they not only killed themselves after scaring their young son from the wreckage but also killed an innocent hard working family of four.
Vernon loved to rub in the fact that the father of the family had been a surgeon, someone who could've gone on to save who knows how many other lives whilst Marge and Petunia focused mainly on the two children who lives were cut short by the actions of his parents and their darling mother who deserved to live.
Marge's favourite thing to do was guilt trip Harry by saying things such as "Why should you get to live your life when those innocent kids don't, your parents were the ones who caused the accident!"
It always made Harry feel conflicted cause on one hand he felt like maybe he shouldn't have lived, maybe he should've died with his parents so one of those other kids could have lived instead but no matter how often that depressing thought reared it's head, he couldn't help but think he deserved to live, he could feel it, a desperate craving for survival deep in his chest.
"Dudley would you like to see a real April Fools joke?" Harry heard Marge say to Dudley conspiratorily as he started walking back out into the garden to finish off the last 1/4th of the weeding, rubbing his eyes Harry shut the door behind him and went off to work.
The next ten mintues were rather peaceful for Harry despite his exhaustion, since out here he didn't have to put up with the painful reminder of parents who loved alcohol more than him.
"Hey Freak!" Dudley's annoying voice came accompanied by a bark which prompted Harry to sigh as he tore up the weed infront of him near the back wall of the garden before turning around to face Dudley who was stood there smugly holding Ripper by his leash.
"What do you want Dudley? I'm busy." Harry said exhausted and hungry, dinner being the only thing he'd managed to eat all day after such a hard days work was bound to leave anyone starving. Especially if a lack of food was a regular occurance like it was for Harry.
"Oh nothing just Aunt Marge told me something pretty cool, did you know Ripper is a hunting dog? She lets him hunt squirrels and rabbits whenever they go on walks all she does is say the attack word, apparently it's pretty cool watching him chase them..." Dudley trailed off with a sinister look in his eye that promised pain, pain that Harry knew exactly where it would come from.
*BARK*
"N-now no need for that is there?" Harry said a bit fearfully as he heard Rippers bark which seemed to make Dudley eager, as if he could sense Harry's fear which just seemed to make Dudley even happier.
"Nazi." Dudley said what could only be the supposed attack word simply as Ripper flew into a rage and began barking before he lunged for Harry once Dudley let go of the leash. Sadly despite Harry usual speed, his exhaustion and position resulted in him being too slow to avoid the snarling dog completely as the dog bit down on his left leg hard, Rippers teeth breaking the skin causing blood to begin running down his leg.
Ripper continued relentlessly biting and attacking Harry wherever he could, stopping the innocent boy from escaping as he tried to fight off the violent dog attacking him viciously all the while Dudley stood there laughing saying "April Fools!" over and over again, it was horrifc for young Harry who just wanted it all to stop.
'Stop, stop, stop, why won't the itchiness stop!?' Harry thought increasingly panicked as he fought off Ripper, his allergies at an all time high to the point where it was equally as distracting as the pain he was in because of Ripper, it was maddening.
"STOPPPPPP!" Harry yelled out in pain and desperation as he grabbed onto either side of Rippers head with both hands, all ten fingers and closed his eyes hoping for a miracle as he pushed the dogs angry jaws away from him.
*PLOP, PLOP. PLOP*
"Wha-?" Harry mumbled when he felt his hand loose grip on Ripper and the sounds of something plopping and splashing onto the grass infront of him.
Opening his eyes, the first thing Harry saw was his even bloodier hands and the chunks of Ripper now laying on the ground around him which caused to beging panicking even more at what had happened as tears began building in Harry's eyes.
"F-f-f-freak!" Dudley stuttered from his place on the ground where he must've fallen somepoint in the confusion, a look of outright horror on his face as he pointed a shaking finger at Harry who tried to crawl towards him in fear.
"Dudley, what's going on? Is there a monster?!" Harry cried as tears poured out of his eyes whilst Dudley scooted back terrified, both young kids having no way to rationalise what was going on. Dudley turned around and crawled away with Harry crawling towards him before he made it to his feet.
"Dudley, help!" Sadly right as Dudley made it to his feet, Harry managed to grab his left wrist with his right hand, his eyes wide in fear of the monster who'd killed Ripper, fearing that the monster would turn it's eyes towards him next.
"Gah..." The smallest of whimpers escaped Dudley as cracks spread throughtout his body before he too fell to the ground in chunks of flesh and blood in the middle of the garden much to the horror of Harry and Petunia who had been running out to meet her son when she'd seen him running away from a bloodied Harry.
Sadly the poor mother fell to her knees with her arms open to hug her child who was now a pile of flesh before her, her eyes glossy and broken as she tried to process what had just happened.
'No, no, no! It got Dudley too it's gonna get me, the monster's gonna get me!' Harry thought in absolute fear.
Meanwhile Harry started panicking even more, especially when he saw cracks start spreading from his hands that were both now on the ground, cracks which were splintering the ground and racing towards Petunia who barely flinched as the cracks touched her knees and began spreading up her body too.
Just like Ripper and Dudley, Petunia fell to the ground in a pile of flesh chunks that seemed to have been divided up by the where the cracks ran, as if they were doing it, not that Harry realised it at the time, he still thought it was a monster doing all this.
"My baby!" Marge screamed as she was drawn by all the noise outside, finally coming outside herself where she had about as little preservation instinct as a living bomb as she ran towards the chunks of Ripper, completely blind to the still spreading cracks which found her relatively quick and reduced her to a massive pile of bloody chunks of flesh enough that you'd think two people had died instead of one.
Harry finally couldn't stomach it all and began vomitting up everything that he had in his stomach as little as it was into the grass beside him.
This was the scene Vernon walked in on as he stepped out the backdoor, his nephew covered in wounds and blood, his garden cracked and destroyed and most importantly piles of flesh that were unmistakeably his family lay scattered around the cracked garden.
"U-u-uncle V-vernon?" Harry whispered as he began running over to where his Uncle was hoping he could protect him, he'd seen him protect Dudley during a mugging so maybe he could protect him now?
Vernon could identify his wifes hand in one of the piles by her wedding ring and choking back tears he spotted his nephew running at him and he saw out of the corner of his eyes by the hose what he needed.
*WHACK*
The sound of the garden hoe smacking Harry across the head, particularly the lip which not only stopped Harry in his tracks and turned his head to the side but it scared his lip on the left side vertically, straight through both the top and bottom lip.
Harry didn't know what came over him in that moment but that hit to the face seemed to calrify everything for him, the lack of love, all the pain, the hatred, all of it was cause of this man infront of him.
A crazed look entered Harry's eyes and with more power than even he expected, he lept from the ground up and caught Vernon by his bulbous face, his screams of pain drowned out by Harry's laughter and the sounds of decay spreading across Vernon, the garden and the house until everything was left a complete ruin.
Harry crawled himself from the ruins of Number 4 Privet Drive, his hands covered in blood as he walked out into the moonlight night, sniffling to himself in saddness unaware of the consequences this night would have for years to come.
Sorry if the abuse Harry endures is a bit much for some people but well i grew up in the hay-day of the Naruto gets abused by the village fanfictions so this is pretty tame compared to some of the stuff you can find on this site, either way this fic is rated M for a reason.
Don't worry next chapter we will be time skipping straight to Harry getting his letter, Diagon alley and all the drama that comes with this situation. The years in between the end of this chapter and the start of the next chapter will be told in flashbacks throughout the story but the general gist of what happened should be pretty apparent relatively quickly in the next chapter.
