Alright, the more I write this story out, the more I start to consider this becoming more of a Harry Potter/Warhammer Crossover. Still don't know if I'll go all the way to full blown crossover, but it'll have plenty of major warhammer elements, and a lot of scifi ones as well on top of the fantasy elements as well. Alot of fucked up things will continue to happen to Harry, and after what he's endured, no one can expect him to be fully sane any longer. Let's see how things go for him by returning to Hogwarts. Also, while I'll be starting with five for the harem, those five hold a special role, that will be addressed in a following chapter, however I will raise the number or add new members if people give me convincing arguments or I see some use in them. So feel free to offer suggestions if ya want. Hope you all enjoy this chapter, and it's more demented themes as Harry slowly begins his descent into madness and darkness.
Chaos Born: Destiny Undone
Chapter 4: Return to Hogwarts
That night he drifted to sleep, and was gifted the same dream as last time. A dream of the monstrous, giant creature. A demon in living form, and the five women, one of which he was certain was Death.
The sight of these women made him nervous, it made him timid. Each one of them seemed so powerful, so mighty, and yet each was subservient to him. The way they would look at him, their eyes filled with adoration, respect, desire, and even love. Even in the eyes of Death, he could see love, and while that normally would have made him happy, the grotesque imagery, the sight of this quintet of hellish demonesses made him very nervous. It embarrassed him to look at them, because he wanted them, lusted for them even. He knew nothing about them, and they were vicious terrifying creatures, and yet, he lusted after them.
In this dream, the small form of Death, hopped down from the lap of the larger monster and strode towards him. Harry himself could not move, as he wasn't a person in this dream. He wasn't seeing through his eyes, staring at them. It was like he was some unseen force, observing these events, and yet somehow, he was present enough for the women, for the demon to see him.
Death approached with a playful pep in her step, stepping close to him, the light causing her skin to appear a bit translucent, the flesh of the blonde-haired blue-eyed girl giving way to the skull beneath for the briefest of moments. She smiled at him, a pleasant friendly smile which quickly became almost bashful.
He couldn't think of what to do, only make note that the smile was lovely on her, when suddenly her blackened robes appeared to fade away giving him a full view of her naked body. He felt his whole body tense up at the sight of her, her features so soft and pleasant. He felt dirty for looking at her, felt dirty for his desires. She seemed to read him so easily, her smile becoming so very enticing. For a brief moment, the light flashed and he saw a figure of multi-colored bone, with wings made of crystallized light, standing before him, only for her to suddenly leap forward, and kiss him on the lips.
Harry awoke as if he'd been struck. His lips tingling with a cool chill, as he felt the weight of her body upon him. He had felt her hit him. Felt her body collide with his. He reached up and touched his lips, feeling the spot where, for the briefest of instances, he had connected with her.
He blinked several times, seeing each of the five women appearing in his vision. Those that weren't naked, appeared naked in these flashes, and he couldn't help the tingle of ecstasy that passed through him at the sight of them. It took only a moment for him to notice the tent in his trousers and the feeling of warmth and wetness spreading across his lap.
It took a second or two for him to realize what had happened, and when he did he let out a groan and rubbed at his face. Given how wet his lap felt, his little wet dream had certainly caused quite a mess.
He closed his eyes, and for the briefest of moments, saw all five of their faces staring back at him with playful, lecherous grins. It was almost like they were taunting him, like they knew what they had just done to him.
"What the hell is happening to me?!" Harry groaned, falling back into his bed as he did.
It was then that he heard a sudden pecking at the window. Glancing over he spotted a large brown owl sitting on the windowsill.
He forgot about his predicament for a moment and moved over to the window and opened it, the owl offered him a package and then turned and flew off.
Harry looked down at the package, noting that it was from Gringotts.
He opened it, and read that it was from his account manager. It informed him that the audit would be taking a lot longer than first anticipated as more had come to light that they needed to look into. He would be contacted once the audit was complete but it could be a few weeks. He would be required to show up for a meeting to discuss their findings upon completion of this audit. Until such a time he was to await for them to contact him.
"What the bleeding hell is going on with that?" Harry shook his head in confusion, and closed the window.
He laid back in bed and stayed awake the rest of the night, every time he shut his eyes for more than a few moments he'd start to see them again. And the more he saw them, the more they would tease him. He wasn't quite sure if he was falling back asleep and waking up, or if was like a waking vision, but he kept having that same reaction whenever he would close his eyes and one of the five women in his dream would see him, and saunter up to him. They would circle him, study him, sometimes they would even reach out and touch him, and Harry would open his eyes, feeling their ghostly touch on his skin.
He grew more anxious and concerned, and also excited. In spite of his nocturnal release, he was left hard by these visions that plagued him all night.
Several more days passed as Harry awaited the start of the new year. He remained relatively passive during that time, spending most days in deep contemplation of his situation. Sirius hadn't brought up the whole 'Voldemort's memory' thing again, so Harry wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. He knew enough to know that Sirius didn't hate him, or distrust him, he could gather that from his new mental powers, but what he exactly felt was a mystery to him.
He received several letters in that time as well, brought to him by Hedwig. The Snowy owl was cross with him when she arrived, no doubt very upset with his disappearing act. The letters he got were from Ron, and Hermione, and the Weasleys, he even got one from Dumbledore. All of the letters inquired as to his health and how he was doing. They all expressed a desire to see him, even encouraging him to go and visit the Weasleys early if he was feeling up to it. Harry appreciated the effort, even if he had his gripes with Dumbledore right now. There was too much about the old man that he didn't know. To much that he was involved with that left a sour taste in his mouth.
He didn't know enough to know exactly how to feel, and because of that, he was weary in regards to the headmaster.
As the days passed he was greeted by more visions in the dead of night the visions growing more intense, and more real with each passing night. At some points he would bare witness to sights beyond his imagining. It always started the same with visions of destruction and conquest. Cities falling, peoples being crushed by this monstrous demon. Than the vision would change, almost as if being soothed by the presence of the Five.
At one point, as he drifted into that dreamscape, the armored woman approached him. Her focused, domineering aura giving way to womanly intrigue as she circled him, stopping at his side after almost a complete circuit around him. She was taller than he was, a full grown woman, and she was the first who's touch he felt with perfect clarity. She had reached out, taking his arm with her hands as she leaned close to his body, her face ending up mere centimeters from the side of his head. Her lips gently brushed at his hair, and she seemed to be almost taking in his scent.
Harry couldn't help but shy away from her, as she leaned against him. He was certain his face was as red as it could possibly be, and he could hear the playful giggling of the other four knowing that they were watching from some unseen place. It was so strange. He knew he wasn't there, he knew if he looked down he wouldn't see a body, yet he could feel her clearly, feel the way she touched him. The way she held his arm as she leaned on him, meant that it was pressed all along her body, and instead of feeling the cold rigid form of her armor, he instead felt the burning warmth of her flesh. A glance out of the corner of his eye, granted him a full view of one of her breasts, his arm nestled between them, running down her chest, and stomach, his hand lined-up almost level with her crotch.
Her body felt hot against his arm, hotter than he thought it would, yet the heat was incredibly enticing. He felt her lips pressed against the side of his head, as her hand that held his forearm to her body inched lower, pulling his hand closer to her center.
He felt his blush grow, and he felt her grin into the kiss. Until now he wouldn't have guessed that she was so voluptuous. He hadn't been able to tell before due to the armor she wore, yet now that she was strangely absent it, he could see how curvaceous she was. Of the five, she was just barely in second place when it came to her breasts. It was the only part of her body that he could see clearly from the corner of his eyes as he shied away from her warmth. The only one more busty than her was the sickly pregnant one. He knew when he woke up there would be a mess that he'd have to clean up.
This armored woman was fiery, she was rough and direct. When she would approach him, it was with intent, to poke at him, and kiss at him. Her actions though confused him. Her teasing was more playful than the others, yet this… this was more passionate than he had ever seen her. At first he didn't know what role she played in this dynamic. At first glance at the five women, it seemed like only three of them were tied to the larger demon as lovers. The silken angel, was definitely infatuated with the demon, the pregnant one was definitely a lover, and then there was Death, who sat playfully in the demon's lap, sometimes naked as she could be. The armored one, and the one with glowing eyes he wasn't sure about at first. The armored one was more focused, and less sensual than the others, so it was hard for him to tell what she was feeling, while the one with the glowing eyes seemed to have this cool and calm aura that was difficult to crack.
With her armor, he could never tell just what the armored one looked like, though with her naked and pressing against him now, he knew that she was second only to the pregnant one. Of the five, he felt some sort of unknown connection to this woman. Whenever he looked at her, he felt his heart rate skyrocket and he got the sense that he was breaking some kind of rule. Even now, as she kissed at him and groped at his body, he felt dirty, but that only seemed to increase his arousal. He didn't know why it felt so wrong to want this woman, yet of the five, he felt there was some kind of deeper connection to her that he just couldn't quite piece together.
With a playful snicker, she pulled back, just as the back of his hand was allowed to feel the heat of her sex. She then released his arm, and took his face in her hands. She stared intently at him, her eyes lustful and hungry. He felt a tremor pass through his body. He wanted to claim her right then and there. His whole body seemed to tense, as she pulled forward and kissed him on the lips. Warmth rushing through him, and filling his ears with her feminine moan.
She pulled away far too soon. Smirking playfully at him as she turned and headed away, her wings flexing behind her, as she walked. Harry's eyes trailed down her body, instantly settling on her firm rounded ass. He watched her walk the whole way back to the throne, where she stood beside it, and turned back to face him. As she turned, her armor seemed to reappear. Almost as if it had always been there, it just appeared on her body suddenly without obvious reason as to why.
Her face once more was marked by that mighty stare, a stoicism that made her difficult to read, yet in her eyes, which were still locked on him, he found want dancing within them, and more than that, he saw affection there, and it was enough to make him smile.
He knew practically nothing about these women, only what he could read from their actions, and yet, with each passing night, as he was treated to more and more visions of them, he felt his connection to them grow.
He held eye contact with the armored one for several long moments before playful laughter caught his attention and drew both of their gazes over to the pregnant one. She lay on her back, with two of her little monsters play fighting on either side of her. She was laughing at their play, her voice almost musical. Despite having never spoken a word to him in these visions, sound did in fact carry. He couldn't speak at all for some reason, and they all chose not to.
The sight of her, would have terrified and disgusted any sane person, but Harry was quickly coming to understand that he may not be entirely sane anymore.
The pregnant one was the most curvaceous of the five. The way she carried her weight was absolutely enticing. Rounded hips, and a big butt, plus large swollen breasts made her an absolute knockout. Despite her monstrous appearance Harry couldn't tear his eyes off of her whenever he caught sight of her. Just the way that everything moved when she moved, the soft bouncing and jiggling of everything just caused his mind to go blank, and despite how grotesque she was, he couldn't help but find her as stunning as any of them. Though of them, aside from Death, she was the one he found himself the most enticed by for one reason. Of the five, she acted as a mother, and that seemed to make his heart swell with a yearning he'd had all his life. Her quartet of hungry little monsters followed her around, and she looked upon them with a mother's love. Playfully carrying them, or laughing when the little monsters would start singing some horrific gargling song.
It should have terrified him. It should have repulsed him. The pregnant one wasn't just a mutant, but also looked dead. She was pale as a ghost, with skin that was closer to a sickly green than a ghostly white. On occasion the large mouth on her stomach would belch forth a cloud of nauseous fumes, that for some reason, Harry knew was wretched and toxic enough to cause organic matter to whither and rot. Within the large mouth, behind the rows of teeth, was a large fat tongue, that would occasionally spill out of her belly and lap at the air. The tongue, was long and wide, and coated in boils, that were ready to burst. The underside of the tongue was often coated in the same boils and the act of sliding out of or back into the mouth on her stomach would cause these boils to burst, drenching the rows of teeth in sickly, noxious pus.
She had bugs crawling on her. Large winged insects that crawled out of her stomach-mouth, and across her skin, even flying into the air around her and hiding in her hair. Yet even with everything, even with all of that, he found her beautiful, and of the five his eyes would drift to a place lower on her body, a place he wanted to be, and a place where he wanted his seed. When she looked at him with those foggy, sickly eyes, that seemed to be rotting in her skull, he found want in them, and the way that want tugged at his member, left him to conclude what she wanted from him, and he absolutely wanted to give it to her. Even as he struggled to resist temptation, and piece together just what the hell was going on, the want to fill her depths with his seed and watch her gaggle of little demonlings grow was always a thought playing in his head when he would look upon her, and their eyes would meet.
The one with the blazing eyes caught his attention next as he pulled his gaze away from the pregnant before she could notice him staring. He could tell the least about her body, as she was draped in robes and had yet to show him what she looked like beneath them. He knew she was busty, as the pregnant one once teased him by grabbing at the one with the blazing eyes, pulling her heavy robes tight against her body, revealing the reasonable size of her bust beneath them. She had grimaced at this, and pushed away the pregnant one turning her back to her, and allowing her tentacles to push and grope at the pregnant one's body, causing her to let out a musical laugh that her children soon joined her in.
Despite appearing annoyed at first, the one with the blazing eyes was left smiling, and had glanced over her shoulder at the pregnant one, the two sharing a look with one another, that caused them both to laugh. They seemed close, almost like sisters. Blazing eyes was cool and quiet in comparison to the others. When she looked at him, it was to study him, and when she approached him, it was to do the same. She would poke at him, and trail a finger along his flesh. He could see the interest in her gaze, and when she thought he wasn't looking, or when he was being distracted or teased by the others, she would smile at him, only for the smile to school itself when he would look at her.
He didn't know how to feel around her. He felt naked in front of her, like truly naked. It was like she could see everything about him, like she knew, everything about him. It made him nervous, but… it also made him feel free. Like she was there to shoulder his burdens because there was nothing he could hide from her. She was the most demure and withdrawn of the five, yet there was something there that he found he wanted when he looked at her, something that was inviting. That certainty, that confidence, it made him feel safe and secure, and he could admit to himself that he liked that feeling. She seemed to sense this want in him, and when she found his eyes lingering on her, she would stare back meeting his gaze with cool interest, only to turn away at the exact same moment that he did, to hide her blushing face.
The angelic one was the next to fill his gaze and she was a rapturous sight. She was tall and thin, with the body of a model. She seemed to radiate with this aura that made him painfully hard when he stared at her. When he stared at her, she would stare back and smile. Everything about her was sublime. She was always in contact with the towering demon. Either sat at his feet, her head leisurely rested on the creature's muscular legs, or she'd be sat on the arm of his throne or on his lap beside Death. The creature was large enough that both women could sit sideways on his lap without falling off.
She always wanted to be near him or the large demon. At one point, during one of these visions, she stood before him, granted him a perfect view of her nearly naked body, that was hardly concealed by her silken gown. Every time he looked at her, he wanted to fuck her. He could hardly make heads or tails of her, because that want was so overwhelming.
She had allowed him to look at her, smiling at him as he did. She'd strut around him, flaunting her body provocatively. She was playful, and sensual, and seemed to be able to make him forget about his worries, or whatever it was that was troubling him. She made his mind go blank, replacing everything with her.
It was calming, enjoyable even. To forget for just a moment what was happening and get lost in her beauty, in her movements. She made everything seem easier, like his burdens were being lifted off of him, she was a calming, certain presence, that provided a measure of strength to him. The idea that such perfection could want him as much as he wanted her, made him feel courageous, made him feel more confidant.
Finally, his eyes came to Death, and as she always did, when his gaze focused on her, hers drifted over to him. The dainty little blonde stared back at him, a gentle smile on her face.
He felt reassurance when he looked at her, felt like everything would be alright. Her presence comforted him, and that thought alone was enough to convince him that he was going crazy. He recognized this girl, this teenage girl as death itself.
The physical manifestation of a literal aspect of existence, arguably the most terrifying aspect of them all, and he was not afraid of it. In fact he welcomed it, wanted it. He still had not forgotten the comforting chill of her embrace, and he couldn't escape the idea that she had saved him from whatever dark forces were waiting for him after his death.
Of them all, she was the one who did not frighten him at all, in spite of the fact that he knew she should terrify him the most.
Her smile seemed to turn demure, as if she sensed what he was thinking, how he was reflecting on her nature. She than playfully blew him a kiss and peeled at her robes, allowing them to part enough to get a side view of one of her small breasts. She the gave him a wink, and let out a musical giggle as he blushed.
Despite her youthful appearance, the playful minx wasn't shy about showing her body off to him. She was the shortest of the group, and appeared like a teenager, despite the others appearing like full grown women. Because of that, her body wasn't nearly as mature. It didn't make him want it any less though, and just thinking on it, and knowing that she knew what he was thinking, was absolutely mortifying. Just like with the armored one, he felt a terrible sense of guilt pass through him but at least this one he understood. When he looked at her, he didn't feel like a teenager. He felt like a man looking at a woman, and because she appeared so young, it made him feel dirty. It was a ridiculous notion. First off, she actually looked to be around his age, so he shouldn't feel guilty about being attracted to her, and secondly, he saw her as Death itself. She was older than everything, if he was right, so he had no reason to feel dirty about looking at her.
Neither of those rationalizations helped him. He still felt guilty for ogling her, yet he couldn't stop himself from doing so. Perhaps it wasn't her appearance that truly bothered him? A part of him wondered if maybe it was her playful innocence. She seemed almost unfazed by the horrors around her, and the way she rested in the lap of the creature, making her appear more like a child of it, than it's lover.
He knew she was it's lover though, he most certainly knew.
Her smile grew even more enticing and Harry felt himself blush. He quickly pulled his attention away from thinking about her body, and allowed his focus to drift to the only other constant that remained in these visions. That being the towering form of the creature.
This creature was unique as Harry could never quite remember what it looked like. He knew it was large, and menacing. He knew that it terrified him with it's form and it's unspeakable power, and yet, he couldn't quite remember what it looked like.
Even now, looking at the beast, it was impossible to describe it. It's like it's form was constantly changing, constantly shifting, parts would spawn into being, and disappear mere moments later. Yet at the same time, it's shape remained constant. He knew that it wasn't changing, but it appeared to be changing. It was absolutely maddening and paradoxical.
Did it have a tail? Yes and no.
What did it's head look like? Birdlike? Wolflike? Human-ish with some bovine features? The answer was all of the above, and yet none of them. It was like it was a solid, constant thing, yet at the same time, it was fluid and always changing.
Was it beautiful? Yes.
Was it terrifying? Yes.
Was it powerful? Oh most certainly.
He had seen it fight with all manner of weapons. Swords and axes, chains and whips, magicals spells that would level entire cities, and monstrous poisons that could melt the flesh from healthy bodies in only a few seconds.
It was a monster, something unspeakable. That was the only way he could describe it.
Already in these visions, he'd caught sight of it mating with the women, and the act was always one that was similarly indescribable due to the creatures ever shifting appearance, and one that filled him with jealousy as he wished to be in the creature's place. The idea of having sex with any of these women, always flooded his mind in the moments leading up to and after he slept.
They seemed to know it too. Their teasing never stopped, yet even if Harry could break through his shyness and make a move, he'd first have to be able to walk. A major constant with these visions was that he was always rooted in place, always unable to lift his feet off the ground. So in spite of feeling the urge on several occasions to throw caution to the wind and accept the playful and often lustful offers of these beautiful creatures, he couldn't.
It wasn't long before that vision ended and he awoke, once more as stiff as a board. Sooner, rather than later Harry was going to have to give in and masturbate. It was becoming absolutely maddening to deal with hour long erections that simply would not go away, and when he was worked up, every time he blinked he saw one of the five of them, and that didn't help his problem go away.
It was also a major annoyance due to his erection's size, as it was impossible to hide. No tricks worked because of what it was. He had never been the biggest bloke, but he'd heard of some tricks that guys would pull to try and hide their erections, and it wasn't possible for Harry.
Having a Minotaur penis meant that his member was not only longer, but also girthier, and that meant there was really no hiding an erection, even in baggy clothes, or robes, one look from the right angle and you could tell. Damn thing was stubborn too, which was frustrating as hell for Harry.
He knew he was going to have to buckle down and just give in, but he still couldn't bring himself to. He was far too disgusted with all that had been done to him to indulge in any parts of his body, at least consciously.
So needless to say, on days when he tried to sleep, he was left with some exciting visions, and a very annoying aftermath.
Even without a lot sleep, he felt fine. Rested even. He did note with some joy that the full moon had came and went, without him turning into a wolf. He did note at that time that he was much more hungry for red meat, but aside from that, it seems giving him the powers of a werewolf had only extended to ones senses, and not actual full lycanthropy. Harry was hopeful that it stayed that way, as this was infinitely better than the alternative. Having that added on top of his laundry list of problems would have been soul crushing.
Finally, the day came, and it was time to set off for Hogwarts.
Sirius came with him to the train station though they had said their goodbyes at Grimmauld place. Sirius asked him one last time if he was certain about going, but Harry was confident, more confident than he had been two weeks ago.
Once on board the train he found a quiet compartment and awaited the arrival of Ron and Hermione.
Harry took the quiet moment to try on his Hogwarts robes, seeing how they fit with his Behir arm. It looked close to natural, just a bit off if you looked at it in the right way.
At least he had that going for him.
Moments after he sat down, he heard the door to his compartment unlock.
He barely had the chance to stand up when he was hit by Hermione, who wrapped him in as mighty an embrace as she could manage.
"It's good to see you too Hermione…" Harry grunted in discomfort, still unused to human contact. The warmth that Hermione provided was foreign, alien to him. Despite knowing that it should, it didn't comfort him like 'her' cold embrace did on that day.
"You had us all worried to death mate." Ron offered, as she stood beside the two of them.
Hermione pulled back, taking a look at him for the first time in months. Her eyes focused on his eye patch and lack of glasses.
"My goodness Harry… what did those awful people do to you?" Hermione questioned as she pulled back.
"… A lot." Harry responded with a grimace.
"Bloody hell mate…" Ron muttered, taking note of the eye patch for the first time.
Harry offered a grunt at that and sat back in his spot. Hermione sat beside him, and Ron across from him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione inquired.
"Not really. Not the thing a person likes to talk about." Harry replied, earning a grimace from Ron while Hermione took in a breath.
"We're here for you, Harry. You know we are." Hermione offered to him.
"I know. Thanks… it means a lot." Harry responded.
"So… looking forward to the new year?" Ron asked as an awkward silence began to descend on the room.
"I am. I just hope everything stays calm this year." Harry answered.
"We can all hope." Hermione muttered.
From there things returned to a semblance of normality. While it was obvious that both of his friends wanted to question him about what happened, Ron was too awkward to do so, and he'd already told Hermione he didn't want to, meaning she'd have to wait at least a couple of hours before pressing the subject again.
So instead they chatted about what the two of them did over summer break. It kept them occupied until they arrived at Hogwarts. Harry listened with some enthusiasm as Ron described the world cup and watching the Irish play against the Bulgarians. The event was soured though, as in the waning ours of the night, a troop of individuals dressed as Death Eaters, set fire to the camp and caused all sorts of chaos, even going so far as to torture and violate a muggle family that had been unfortunate enough to wander to close to the camp grounds.
Harry listened as they described what happened, knowing in the back of his mind that those involved in that chaotic event would soon find themselves at McTash's manor, where they'd participate in his murder, only to then be killed in repayment moments later by Harry himself.
A fact that Harry became more proud of, the more he thought about it.
Eventually they made it to Hogwarts, and it was as they were loading onto the carts to take them to the castle that Harry got the sense he was being watched. Not unusual given his reputation, but something about this observer triggered a response. His mind reached out to theirs, and he felt want, and desire. It lasted for a brief instant as the mind in question must have realized that he could sense it, and it disappeared.
Harry glanced around, his eyes catching sight of pale blonde hair vanishing into the crowd of younger years.
Harry blinked several times at that… a feeling of familiarity washing over him.
He blinked a few more times, before he heard his name being said. Ron beckoning him to join them on the cart.
Harry shook off the feeling and joined them. His arrival back at Hogwarts was a thankfully quiet affair. Few people seemed to take note of him, most were focused on the younger years and the sorting. Thankfully Harry's disappearance had been kept out of the media so only those who'd been looking for him, had known he'd gone missing.
There was a bit of doom and gloom at the Slytherin table. Some of the students were in a rough way. A sadness hung in the air, that kept their cheers muted. Harry knew why in an instant. So many of the people that he'd killed were former Slytherins. That most likely meant that they were parents or even older siblings of these kids.
The papers still hadn't reported on McTash's death, though there was an investigation going on into a number of missing murder victims. A bunch of people, many from high society, had disappeared one day, and according to Gringotts, many had been killed, wherever they were. For a moment, Harry's eyes passed over Malfoy, and by his side was Theodore Nott Jr. Harry's eyes narrowed at the boy, as he remembered his bastard father, and what he had done to him.
He was pulled out of his glaring when a cheer rose from the Gryffindor table, as a first year was assigned to them.
Most attention was on the sorting, the only people who paid attention to him sat at the head table. He felt the eyes of all the teachers on him. He felt his rage boil inside of himself when he spotted Trelawney and Snape.
Trelawney was the one who had put his family in danger in the first place with her goddamn prophecy, and Snape was the one who'd spilled the beans to Voldemort, triggering the attack.
He wanted both of them to die. Either one deserved a most horrible fate. A small part of him was surprised by this level of hatred, as it boiled and frothed within him. It made him remember 'that' day. How his rage had poured out of him, and caused people to literally fall apart. He wondered, if only for a moment, if he could do that again, make people fall apart with magic?
The idea was a morbid one, though it occupied his thoughts for several long minutes.
The sorting went by without much fanfare, and that was when Dumbledore made his state of term announcements. Right then they were joined by their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who Harry recognized as Alistair Moody. The moment his eyes focused on Harry, he could hear the man's thoughts.
"Potter… there you are!"
That was all he managed to get from the man as he hobbled to his seat. Knowing that he was an ex auror and a close friend of Dumbledore, Harry didn't know what to make of his thoughts, though the malice he had sensed there and the fact that he was the new DADA teacher tipped Harry off to be weary. Thanks to Voldemort's memories, he knew that the DADA position had been cursed, and that no one would last more than a year in the position because of it. That meant that Moody was bound to fall to some misfortune this year, at the very least, something that ensured that he would join every other DADA professor in their one year term of employment.
Once Moody was introduced, Dumbledore continued with his announcements, and informed them all of the Triwizard tournament and how it would be held this year. They would be joined by two more schools here in a few weeks. Alongside the main tournament, other activities were being prepared to fill the year with many opportunities for competition and learning. Quidditch wouldn't be held this year, much to the disappointment of many people including Harry, who enjoyed the game, but enjoyed flying even more, but there would be flying competitions so maybe he'd partake in those.
At the end of the opening feast, Harry received word from McGonagall that Dumbledore wished to speak with him.
Harry let out a sigh and followed his head of house to Dumbledore's office.
He arrived to find the Headmaster waiting for him.
As Harry entered into the room, he caught sight of Fawkes who stared down at him curiously as if trying to decipher him.
"Harry, my dear boy. It's good to see you again. I had heard about your miraculous escape from the clutches of the Death Eaters. We were all so very worried about you." Dumbledore offered to him with a friendly smile.
"We most certainly were Mr. Potter. I'm happy to see you are alright." McGonagall offered as well, though even as she spoke her eyes drifted to his eye patch, and she had to keep herself from grimacing.
"I appreciate that professors. It really was a terrible experience. Was there something you needed?" Harry asked as his gaze focused on Dumbledore. Also in the room was Moody, and Snape, who stood off to the side. Harry had to avoid looking at Snape and acknowledging his presence, lest he begin to lose his temper.
Dumbledore stared back, a twinkle in his eyes. Harry felt Dumbledore's mind brushing against his own. Had he any Occlumency shields he would have instinctively slammed them shut, he didn't have them however, and it didn't seem he needed them, as Dumbledore's face twisted with confusion, unable to comprehend the mutated, and now alien form of Harry's mind.
'Seems the mind flayer parasite did more than just die in there.' Harry noted with an inward chuckle.
"Yes… we'd actually like to hear about what happened. Your… caretaker was mum on the details." Dumbledore asked after a few moments.
"I was kidnapped, and tortured, and mutilated. Some witch, I don't know her name, tried to replace parts of my body with creature parts." Harry responded causing McGonagall to gasp in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, Harry… could you elaborate on that?" Dumbledore asked.
In response Harry raised his Behir arm and pulled off the glove, revealing the blue clawed hand.
Both of them gasped in surprise at seeing it, even as Harry put the glove back on with a grunt of annoyance. Snape was silent while Moody made a nondescript noise.
"Both of my arms, something in my throat, she even tried taking out my eye. I'm alive though. I escaped. A fight broke out at her house and in the confusion one of the House Elves helped me get away. I tried to make it back to Surrey but number four was already on fire by the time I arrived." Harry said to them as he finished putting the glove back on.
"My goodness Mr. Potter. Are you alright?" McGonagall asked.
"I've been mutilated beyond recognition professor. No… I'm not alright. I'm just… trying to live with it." Harry replied coldly, causing McGonagall's lips to thin and her eyes to fall.
"Harry, do you remember anything about the person that did this too you. You said it was a witch, can you tell me about her?" Dumbledore asked.
"No. I barely even remember her voice. I was kept unconscious most of the time, and I had my eyes covered when I was awake. The elf that got me out of there teleported me to London. I don't even know where I was before then. Maybe look into people who ended up at the hospital. The fighting I heard sounded pretty violent." Harry offered as a suggestion, earning a quick nod from Dumbledore.
"An excellent suggestion Harry. I'll do just that. Listen… I know things will be difficult for you, especially with this. If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to ask. I will inform Poppy of what has happened, seeing as how you have a nasty proclivity for ending up at her tender mercies. Maybe she will be able to help find a way to manage your new… condition… otherwise I'd ask that if you remember anything at all, anything that could help us find the ones who did this, please to not hesitate to tell me, or professor McGonagall." Dumbledore offered to him, in a way that could be described as good-natured, though Harry could sense the immense curiosity that boiled within the mighty wizard.
"If anything comes back to me, I'll be sure to inform you. Truthfully though, headmaster, I'd rather wish to forget it all." Harry said to him, his gaze falling.
"I understand. Do not stress yourself Harry. If nothing comes to you, than so be it. We're just all happy to see that you are safe. If you ever feel the need to talk, my door is always open." Dumbledore offered to him.
Harry gave him a nod of acceptance before departing. A part of him had appreciated their words, yet Voldemort's memories kept him from letting his guard down. Voldemort knew that Dumbledore was a manipulator, and Harry also knew that Dumbledore was involved in his father's and sister's disappearance, and Harry's imprisonment at Privet Drive. Without knowing the true reason why, he was left with only his speculations, and that bothered him because the only reason that made sense was that he was left behind as bait.
He was sure that the headmaster would be watching him, looking for further information on what had happened to him, so for now he decided to just play the part of typical old Harry Potter. They hadn't asked him about the Dursleys or how he felt about their deaths, so that was a bullet dodged. He didn't think he could fake sympathy for them, though the lie he'd told about what had happened at McTash's home, did come out quite organically, and without naming her directly, it kept him from being held responsible should anyone find her home and discover what had happened there.
Harry made it to the Gryffindor common room, and headed for his room. He was barraged by questions as he passed through by those who noticed his eye-patch and lack of glasses. He offered only that he'd lost an eye during the summer, which deterred most people from questioning him further.
He received the same questioning from some of the boys in his room, but Ron quickly intervened and told them to sod off.
That night, like most nights since that day, he had dreams about the monster. This time though, when he watched the creature slaughter and kill, it was filled with faces that he knew and in a place he knew very well.
He watched the creature kill it's way through Hogwarts. Students fell left and right to the towering thing. Despite them being children, they were not spared. He saw it clear as day, as professor Flitwick was lifted into the air and pulled in half. McGonagall fell next, throwing spell after spell at the beast until it was upon her. Her skull being crushed in it's enormous hand. Snape's death was the most brutal, the man was wrapped in razor wire, that slowly slid across his skin, slicing into him and bleeding him out in a long agonizing death. He watched as the creature stared down Trelawney as she was overtaken by a swarm of shadowy creatures. Her screams filled the air as she was pulled to the ground and had her clothes torn away. She was violated by the shadows who didn't stop their assault not even when her screams did. He saw Seamus and Neville, both of whom were slowly ripped open, their guts pulled out by unseen forces. Ron and Hermione appeared as well, with both being staked together back to back, through their midsection. Both could do nothing but scream as they had their limbs slowly chewed off by monstrous beast-like shadows.
The last one standing was Dumbledore who stood naked and armless, amongst a sea of slaughtered children. The creature approached the old man, and pierced it's massive hand into the man's chest, taking hold of his aged heart, and crushing it with so much ease.
He felt himself grinning, without realizing it. He felt a smile form on his face at the sight of everything. The last thing Harry heard as he awoke was the combined screams of the children of Hogwarts.
He was off his bed and on the floor in a heartbeat, violently vomiting.
"Harry, are you alright?" Came the question from Neville who pulled his curtains back and peered out at him, making out Harry on the ground.
Harry didn't answer, his body shaking from the aftereffects of the nightmare. He blinked several times in horror at what he'd seen and more importantly, what he'd felt.
He stared down at the bubbling pool of vomit that was beginning to eat through the floor. With a groan of frustration he wordlessly and wandlessly vanished the vile substance. He then cast Reparo which very slowly caused the burned floor to begin healing over.
It didn't catch his attention until he pulled himself to his feet and noticed his wand on his nightstand that he had done both of those things without it.
He blinked several times and pulled on his eye-patch before glancing over at Neville who was still staring at him.
"I'm fine… just… an awful nightmare." Harry said to him, causing the boy to blink in response and offer a timid nod.
Harry was quick to leave the room, grabbing his cloak as he did, while also taking the Marauder's map with him.
He spent some time wandering the castle, avoiding people by using the map and using the cloak to hide from them whenever someone came near.
His wandering was aimless, he simply sought to occupy his mind so that he wouldn't fall back asleep. His nightmare had deeply shaken him, it had horrified him, but what had bothered him the most was how he'd felt during it all.
As he watched all of the death and chaos he felt excitement and pleasure. As people he knew were torn to pieces, he couldn't help but smile in his sleep. The moment the dream ended though, and the joy vanished, the realization of what he'd just witnessed came crashing into him and he'd felt sick.
"What is happening to me…?" Harry thought to himself as he found his way into one of the bathrooms, where he closed himself in a stall and sat in the darkness. The only noise was the occasional chatter of a ghost that wandered by.
Harry remained in that silence until morning came. He didn't fall back asleep, hell he hardly even closed his eyes. Every time he did, he saw those images with perfect clarity. For weeks his dreams had been plagued with slaughter and devastation, but never people he knew, never friends.
He could hardly believe the joy he'd felt at watching them all die, nor could he look past how excited it had made him. It took hours for him to calm down, for his erection to vanish. He was absolutely sickened by it all.
He couldn't rationalize why he had felt these things. The only explanation that seemed to stick was to blame Voldemort. He had Voldemort's memories, he had somehow absorbed them. Maybe he had also absorbed his cruelty and malice as well? He remembered how awful the teenage Tom Riddle was, and he had Voldemort's memories so he knew well enough that the Dark Lord had always been excited by violence, though in Voldemort's case it wasn't the bloodshed or the carnage but more so the power he could hold over others. When Voldemort dominated a friend or foe, that was when he got excited. Slaughter at most, simply amused him which is why that theory didn't hold up very well.
He began to hear noise coming from the halls as students began to rise for breakfast and to prepare for class.
Harry made a quick return to his room where most of his roommates were already up and getting ready.
"Where were you?" Ron asked as he walked in.
"Went for a walk." Harry replied as he began to dress. He still kept most of his body covered by long sleeve shirts, and long pants, so most people didn't notice his misshapen arms.
"Oy, Harry… you bulkin' up a bit?" Seamus asked being one of the few who noticed how much thicker one of Harry's arms looked.
"Not really, no." Harry replied as he finished pulling his robes on. He then grabbed his books and left the room, Ron quickly catching up to him as the two met with Hermione and made it down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Harry's first few classes went by without much notice, it was as he was walking to potions that he was met with the ever grating sound of a familiar voice.
"Well, well, well. It would seem Potter has decided to ditch those horrid spectacles in favor of something even more outrageous. Trying to make a statement Potter?" Draco inquired, earning a few chuckles from his gang of Slytherins who were all clustered around the entrance to the potions class.
"Sod off Malfoy!" Ron growled, always eager for a fight.
"I've got more than enough scars to show off Malfoy, I don't need to subject anyone to any more." Harry replied, turning a glare towards the annoying blonde ponce.
Draco smirked at him, and whispered something into the ear of Blaise Zabini, who let out a laugh.
Beside the group of boys, was a group of girls, Harry took a moment to pass his eyes over the Slytherin horde, Draco seemed to have increased the size of his circle of acquaintances, or more likely, they were all getting around that age where various deals, alliances, or marriage pacts were beginning to be executed so they had to actually begin associating with one another. Another reason to be glad for having Voldemort's memories. It allowed him to decipher and read the large group of Slytherins where as without such a boon, he'd be left thinking that it was Draco who'd managed to draw in such a large group of followers.
No. It was far more simple than that. They only associated with him for his money, power, and prestige. Without it, none of them would spare the idiot even a glance.
Harry took in the sight of the boys and the girls, though his gaze came to a screeching halt when he spotted two of the girls, standing together whispering to one another. One had bright blonde hair and blue eyes, the other had darker hair, almost black, with brown eyes. The two were like night and day, with one light and the other dark, yet they gave off exact opposite auras. The blonde appeared cold, and distant, while the brunette seemed warm and inviting. It was their faces though that had caused him to halt on them.
Their faces were intimately familiar to him. He'd seen them almost every night in his dreams. He blinked and saw the visage of the demonesses. The blonde haired beauty with blazing eyes and tentacles emerging from her back, and the sickly mother, rotted almost to the core, with pale eyes and bell-covered antlers.
He was staring at them now, he knew he was and both girls quickly noticed his eye on them.
It was quickly picked up on by the other Slytherins as well.
"What are you staring at Potter?" The blonde-haired girl asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Hey, Earth to Potter! Say something!" The other girl added.
Harry blinked several times as he envisioned the two devilish women. He tried to think of them clearly, but his mind kept trying to picture them nude, which wasn't hard for one of them considering she was always nude.
"That can't be them. I have to be seeing things!" Harry thought to himself in a bit of a panic.
"What is wrong with him?" The blonde asked shaking her head.
"Oy, Potter, you alive in there?" The brunette inquired as she stepped towards him.
"What is his problem?" Draco questioned with confused contempt.
"Harry? What's wrong?" Hermione whispered to him, trying to shake him out of his dumbfounded state.
"Hey…! The brunette spoke as she appeared in front of Harry, arms folded over her chest and openly glaring at him.
"What's your name?" Harry asked suddenly, stopping whatever expletive was about to come out of her mouth.
"What?" The girl asked.
"That's Tracey Davis, Harry." Hermione answered for her, glancing between the two.
"And her?" Harry adjusted his gaze to the blonde.
"That's Daphne Greengrass, what's wrong Harry?" Hermione again answered.
"Tracey and Daphne… fuck…!" Harry blinked several times, and placed a hand against his head.
"What's wrong mate?" Ron questioned him.
"Oh my I think the one-eyed Gryffindor might be love." Came the mocking words of Pansy Parkinson. Her jab earned laughter from various Slytherins and Gryffindors. Daphne's face scrunched up in annoyance and disgust while Tracey blinked several times and stepped back from Harry her cheeks beginning to flush.
Harry continued rubbing at his head, fighting off the image of the two demons. Every time he blinked he saw the two of them, and they stood in stark contrast to the two girls that stood before him.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" Tracey asked, taking note of how Harry was holding his head and seemingly trying to fight off a migraine.
"He had a difficult summer, just let him be." Hermione tried to explain, trying to pull Harry away from the ever evolving scene.
"Wow, I think Parkinson might be right. He's gone absolutely loony over the two of you. Incredible, truly incredible, I never knew Potter had such a difficult time around girls. I guess that explains why he's always with the two of you. One's an anti-girl magnet, and the other may as well be a plank of wood." Draco tutted, getting some laughs from his goons.
"Fuck… This is beyond twisted. I can't not see them now! What the Hell!" Harry blinked several more times, now seeing the two girls as their demonic selves.
"Well I'm officially weirded out." Tracey shook her head, her cheeks now visibly red, while Daphne continued to glare at Harry.
"Why are you in my dreams?" Harry uttered, piercing her with his emerald gaze.
Tracey blinked at his words her face going full red. "W-what?"
"You're having dreams about Davis… wow what a pervert." Pansy snarked, as whispers quickly spread between the Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"Oh wow Potter, you don't just admit that to a girl. That's probably the creepiest thing you could have said." Draco chided with a laugh.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry threw a glare at him, his emerald eye almost blazing, before returning his focus to Tracey, "Why are you in my dreams!?"
Tracey's blush seemed to grow as she took another step back, Daphne stepping forward as well, stopping her friend in her retreat, her eyes narrowed in an icy glare that would have caused normal men to cower in terror.
Harry wasn't able to notice it. He couldn't get the sight of the two demons out of his mind, and he had to know, 'what the hell was going on?'
"Tell me! Why are you in my dreams!?" Harry snapped at her. By now, Tracey seemed entirely horrified by his outburst. Her hands were covering her mouth, and her face was beat red.
Ron and Hermione were both shocked by his outburst and Hermione was trying desperately to get him to leave the situation. She tried to pull him away but he simply would not budge from his position.
"How pathetic Potter. You have one wet dream about Davis and go screaming about it through the halls." Theodore Nott Jr spoke up for the first time. The boy's voice causing Harry's gaze to snap towards him. The boy flinched as if struck when he caught the murderous look in Harry's eyes.
To Harry, he didn't see the schoolboy, no he saw the man, the man who had kidnapped him and given him to that bitch!
He saw Nott Sr, and it caused his blood to run cold, and his rage to begin building. He felt that murderous feeling enter into his eye, and he knew that if he peeled his eye-patch back, the sight of it would begin to send people to a cold, dark grave.
With a vicious snarl, Harry began moving. His focus now entirely on Nott, he stormed through the group, basically shoulder checking Tracey as he pushed past her. He heard her yelp and Daphne let out a grunt as she kept her friend steadied as Harry stormed by them.
He was in Nott's face in an instant, and the boy quaked in fright as Harry leered at him with murder in his eyes.
Harry felt his hands gripping at the air, imagining Nott's throat between his fingers.
The son of the man who'd caused him so much agony. He wanted to hurt him, he wanted him to suffer.
He felt it then… a moment before he was about to act, he felt 'her' presence. A coldness washed over him. A cold comfort that seemed to extinguish the blaze of his rage.
As his rage died down, a cold cruel smile began to spread across Harry's face.
"How's your dad been Nott?" Harry asked with a vicious smile, causing Theodore to pale and blink several times. Sadness, fear, anguish, and loss quickly spread across his face while Harry grinned at him.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, thick meaty fingers. It was Goyle, who grabbed Harry and began to pull him away.
Harry sneered and swiftly elbowed the fat tub of lard in the stomach.
Cries of surprise and fear rose up from the surrounding students as Goyle went down gasping for air.
Harry turned around, his eyes searching for Tracey and Daphne. The two stood back, both staring at him. Tracey still seemed mortified while Daphne was openly glaring at him with the obvious intent to murder him in her eyes.
"Wh-" Harry began to speak, only for the raised voice of Snape to emerge from the Potions Classroom.
"Why are you all standing around out there?" His question pierced the air as the Potions master appeared on the opposite side of the entrance.
"What is going on?" Snape demanded as he passed out into the hall, his eyes falling to the kneeling Goyle who was still sucking in air.
"Potter is causing a scene. He hit Greggory and he wont stop staring at Greengrass and Davis." Pansy tattled as quickly as humanly possible.
"Potter!" Snape uttered with contempt as his dark eyes focused on the boy in question.
Harry did absolutely nothing to hide his disdain for the Potions Master. Visible contempt could be seen in his eye as he stared back at Snape.
"Striking another student, that'll be two weeks detention. Keep your eyes to yourself, lest you find yourself in further trouble." Snape declared as he returned Harry's glare.
"Sure thing, Snivelus." Harry replied, his words earning a gasp from Hermione and Ron who'd heard him.
Snape's eyes went wide at that, and visible anger began to color his face.
"What did you say Potter?" Snape asked dangerously.
"You heard me. If you'd like to hear it again, I'd be more than happy to repeat myself." Harry said to him, his tone taking on a hint of mockery to it. The sneers and looks of superiority were beginning to disappear from the faces of the Slytherins. Many of them were beginning to feel deeply disturbed by the look on Harry's face.
"You will show me respect, Potter." Snape growled at him.
"I don't respect Death Eater scum, or their wretched offspring. Do something about it, Snivelus. Please." The last word was spoken from a place deep within Harry's body. A word echoed with an authority and terror not his own. Snape seemed to blink at him, as if suddenly sensing a great danger.
Then Harry's words registered in his mind. Gasps and chatter were filling the hall as people began to whisper amongst themselves.
"Kill him! Tear him apart! Do it! You know the spell…!" A twisted voice whispered in his ear. Harry felt the mark on his left hand glowing, almost blazing. Snape had gotten his mother killed. Snape had turned Voldemort's focus to the Potters. He was the root cause of all of Harry's suffering. Every terrible thing that had happened in Harry's life, could be traced back to Snape, and now that he knew it, Harry didn't just want the man dead, he wanted him to suffer.
He felt that coldness begin to wash over him. The cold comfort that made him feel safe, though this time, it was pushed away. His hatred for this man would not be so easily subdued.
"Open your mouth again Malfoy, Nott, Parkinson. Do it… Snape wont always be around to protect you, and I'm done playing games with the hellspawn of murderers and rapists." Harry threw towards the Slytherins before turning back towards Snape.
"You dare make threats here Potter?" Snape demanded.
"No… not threats. Just a promise. Shall I go? Or would you rather I stay?" Harry questioned as a smile began to form on his face.
"He's a lunatic." A nearby Gryffindor muttered.
"Gone absolutely nutters he has." Seamus agreed.
"No… you'll be coming with me. The rest of you, get inside. I will return presently. Potter! You and I will be taking a trip to see the Headmaster. Let's go." Snape instructed before grabbing Harry by his robes and dragging him along down the hall. Harry never lost his grin, it only grew more vicious as he was pulled along.
The rest of the students could only stare on in disbelief at everything that had just happened. All of them concluding that Harry had lost his mind.
Tracey and Daphne stood off to the side, Tracey holding her shoulder where Harry had bumped into her.
"Are you alright?" Daphne whispered to her.
"No… I can feel it… like my skin is moving." Tracey replied, her voice no more than a whisper.
Daphne blinked at her, and her concern grew.
"Let's go, we'll look at it after class." Daphne said to her.
"I felt it… when he touched me…" Tracey whispered to Daphne.
"Felt what?" Daphne asked.
"Him…" She responded fearfully.
Daphne kept her face schooled, but some color visibly drained from it. Ever so lightly she peeled back a black glove she wore on her right hand. Within the shadow of the glove, she noticed a dim blue glow that caused her blood to run cold.
Harry and Snape made it through several halls before Harry suddenly pulled out of Snape's grasp and turned to face him.
"Something to say Potter? Something snide?" Snape growled challengingly.
"I know the truth, Snivelus. I know you got my parents killed." Harry spoke with a menacing smirk, causing Snape's eyes to widen and his mouth to fall open.
Harry saw the question forming on Snape's lips, and chose to answer before he could speak it.
"The ones who held me, who did this to me. They told me that it was you who convinced Voldemort to come after my family. I guess I don't have to ask why given your nonstop tirades about my father." Harry lied to him, causing Snape to blink several times and take in a breath.
"They lied to you Potter." Snape declared.
"Did they? I doubt it. I know what you are Snape, just another Death Eater. Why Dumbledore chooses to keep you around is beyond me. Did you swear like all the others that you were just a pawn of the Imperius Curse? It worked for them, so why not you. Let's make something clear Snape, between you and I… You got my parents killed. I will never forgive you for that. Come after me all you want, say something snide, or cruel, I don't care. I now understand just how pathetic you are. Nothing more than another boot-licking servant of the Dark Lord. I have my eye on you now Snivelus. I know that Voldemort is still out there, and when your master comes back I'll make sure that you and your pets in Slytherin house can't offer him any aid. When he shows his face again, I'm gonna kill him, and anyone who helps him or swears allegiance to him. Watch your step Snape, one wrong move… that's all it'll take… one… and I'll sing what I know to every person in the world. Severus Snape, the man who got the Potters murdered, all for a bit of schoolyard bullying." Harry countered viciously. Snape visibly paled at his words, and even took a step back as he perceived the menace in Harry's eyes.
Snape felt it again, that threat boiling up. He had survived a long time by trusting this gut instinct and it was telling him that he was in grave danger.
It took him a moment to understand, to rationalize the look in Harry's eye. It wasn't resentment or anger, it was pure, undiluted hatred. It was absolute fury.
A cold chill filled the air, causing both of their breaths to become visible. The cold seemed to be emanating from Potter.
Snape took another step back.
"Why don't we return to class, and you can spend the rest of the year ignoring me, and I can do the same. I'd rather not have to deal with your crooked nose in my business anymore than I've already had too." Harry was hoping he'd refuse, praying for it almost. Already he could feel it, feel his magic bubbling to tear this man apart. He wanted it, despite knowing that there would be no excuse he could make for it that would keep him out of trouble.
A large part of him didn't care. If he had to spend the rest of his life rotting in Azkaban, a part of him thought it'd be worth it, to see Snape die.
A part of Harry wondered what he must look like to Snape. The concern and fear that danced in the Potions master's eyes, clued Harry in that he was seeing something that deeply disturbed him.
Silence held between them before Snape took in a breath and turned and started back towards the classroom. Harry stood in silence for several long moments, unable to fully grasp what had just happened.
Snape had actually backed down.
"Have I found something you're actually ashamed of?" Harry turned his gaze towards the retreating back of the professor.
"What exactly are you ashamed of? Is it the truth getting out, your reputation being ruined? Or is it guilt, getting a family killed for a bit of schoolyard bullying. No… it's definitely guilt, but not for that… my mother… you loved her once…" Harry realized. It was something that Voldemort knew about Snape that few others did.
He could see it, in his mind's eye, how Snape had told Voldemort the prophecy, and when Voldemort had decided on the Potters, Snape had tried to persuade him to spare Lily's life. He spoke no words for James, or the children, only Lily. It seems his schoolboy crush had persisted long into adulthood.
"So that's it… you don't hate me because my father bullied you. You hate me because I'm the product of my mother's love for another man. I'm the son of the man who stole your beloved from you. I understand now, Snape. It all makes sense. Unfortunately for you… even in death, you wont be reunited with her. You can't follow where she's gone you bastard." Harry thought with vicious cruelty.
A dark smile touched at his lips and he began to follow after Snape.
-To Be Continued-
Alright, there we go, next chapter will probably be up tomorrow. So stay tuned for that. Let me know if you have any questions and see ya in the next one.
