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And welcome back to the Vault for another Challenge answer! This time its Revenge of the Fallen by DZ2, rules below
DZ2's 'Revenge of the Fallen' Challenge
Plot: Driven to near-death by abuse from the Dursleys, Harry's magical core snaps and awakens something that frightens both Light and Dark sides: Hogwarts, Manipulators and would-be tormentors beware: the Fallen has come!
Rules: Dark or Evil Harry
The story must be set some time following the end of 3rd year
The reason that the Dursleys abuse Harry is because of everything that happened in the previous summers plus some personal influences e.g. drugs, alcohol etc.
When Harry snaps, he must appear to be dead for at least a minute making his tormentor/s lower their defences
Through his core snapping, Harry is transformed into a member of a forgotten/lost race of magic users that others refer to as the Fallen/Forsaken/Betrayer etc.
By slaying the Dursleys, Harry considers an alliance with Tom
Even if Harry does NOT join Tom, Bellatrix MUST see him as something precious to her why this happens is up to you
Certain members of the Order or the Weasleys must remain Harry's allies except Ron, Molly and Dumbledore
Guidelines: Harry somehow becomes immortal
As part of his new lifestyle, Harry has no fears of tormenting/killing others
When they catch up with him, Dumbledore is left with no choice but to expel Harry
Slash
Crossovers
Sirius is freed
Harry freely uses his power/magic to inflict hurt on Muggles
The Black Family side with Harry, choosing to serve him over Voldemort
Forbidden: Light or Grey Harry
Harry and Tom remaining enemies as long as Harry is Order-allied
Dumbledore regaining Harry's allegiance
Bellatrix against Harry
Sirius against Harry
Other than that, it's up to you...
This idea is a cross of HP and Shakugan no Shana in which Harry becomes a Denizen! Enjoy!
Poison Green Flame
The smallest Bedroom in Number Four Privet Drive held a sorry and extremely sickening sight. Hung from the ceiling of the room by his wrists was the bloodied and battered form of one Harry James Potter, covered in bloody cuts, bruises and burns. The walls of the room, previously a sickening shade of peach, were now red with the young mans blood after nearly 20 hours of repeated torture from Harrys uncle. The man had been fired from work just a few days before the boy wizard had returned home from school and, as he always did, had blamed it on Harry. This, combined with the large amount of alcohol the man was now consuming on a daily basis and the pills the doctor had prescribed him to lower his blood pressure, had driven the obese man over the edge and turned his previous fear and hatred of the boy into a roaring inferno of anger, hate and madness that had driven the man to chain his nephew up in his bedroom and beat him to near death, not stopping until the alcohol had staggered to his room to pass out.
Now Harry hung there limply, looking for all the world like he was dead, but that was not the case. Deep inside, the spark of life still lingered, held there by the parasite that lived in his scar. However, thats not all that was there. While the boy was unconscious and near death, the small spark of contempt Harry had always held for his relatives began to grow into a raging inferno. Had people been able to see that flame, they would have been sickened by its poisonous green colour that spoke of foul things that were best left untouched. this dark flame continued to grow until it touched Harrys magical core, unstable after the damage done to its host. The flickering pale blue flame that people called magic immediately latched onto the source of power, desperate for anything that could save it and its host. As soon as it did, both flames roared to new heights, turning a dark, poisonous green. This new power rushed through Harrys body, changing it as it went into something that did not belong in this world.
On the outside, Harrys body was momentarily covered by a blue flame that ate away at his existence as a human, replacing it with something else. For nearly seven hours that heatless flame burnt, scorching away everything that was Harry Potter. At the end of that time, the boy was whole once more, all of his injuries burnt away. Finally, the flame only burnt over his scar, consuming the soul fragment that remained there, before vanishing. As soon as it did, Harrys eyes opened.
"I am the Poison of Hatred," he whispered, "I am Hadrian."
The being that had been Harry Potter glanced around the room, his green eyes dull as his stomach rumbled.
"Hmm, I'm hungry."
He pulled at the chains holding him, the metal snapping like twigs, dropping the former wizard to the floor. He remained still for a moment, before rising to his feet like a marionette and moving towards the door. He reached out and touched the knob, the brass steaming and dissolving at his touch as if his hands were acid, before pushing the door open, shattering the locks with no apparent effort. Hadrian walked to the stairs, his movements sluggish like a reptile in the cold. He reached the stairs and took a step down, only for his leg to give way and send him tumbling down into the fall where he lay still. At the racket, the door to the kitchen smashed open to reveal a red faced Vernon, his eyes already bloodshot from drink. At the sight of his nephews limp body at the foot of the stairs, the man gave a bellow and charged towards him, lifting his limp form up by the scruff of the neck.
"FREAK, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? GET BACK TO YOUR ROOM!"
The boy remained limp for a moment, his limbs flopping sickeningly as his uncle shook him. Then, his arms began to slowly rise up, his pale hands clamping around his Uncles meaty wrists. A second later, the walrus like man let Hadrian go with a yelp of pain as the smell of rotting flesh filled the room. The obese man looked at his hands in horror as the parts that had touched his nephews skin had turned black and blistered.
"W-what have you done to me Freak?" demanded Vernon, his eyes wide with fear as the black began to spread, slowly rotting his skin.
The boy rose to his feet without moving his limbs, simply floating off the ground like a possessed ragdoll.
"I'm hungry," whispered Hadrian, before surging forwards and stabbing his uncle through the chest with a spear hand.
The man gasped as black began to rapidly spread across his body, followed by a pale blue flame that quickly consumed his body, leaving nothing at all. The blue flame flowed up and into Hadrians mouth. Once the last ember vanished down his gullet, the newborn Denizen licked his lips and patted his stomach.
"Mmm, more."
Hadrian moved down the hall, his movements now less jerky and more natural, although there was still a certain amount of stiffness to his movements. The door at the end of the hall dissolved at the boys touch, making Petunia scream and Dudley fall of his chair. Hadrian smiled and raised a hand, causing the two remaining Dursleys to vanish into blue flames that rapidly flowed into his mouth. His meal done, the Denizen let out a sigh of contentment and stretched, his movements now entirely smooth and natural.
"Thats better," he said, "Although I could still use some food."
Hadrian walked to the front door, pushing the portal open and stepping out into the street. As soon as his foot hit the ground, the entire world seemed to freeze in place, a red tint falling over everything.
"Well well, this is a surprise," said a familiar voice.
Harry turned and was unsurprised to see the pale and snakelike form of Voldemort floating above the lamp post outside Number Four.
"When I sensed a new Denizen being born here, I came to try and recruit them, but I wasn't expecting it to be you Harry. Or should I call you Poison of Hatred?"
Hadrian just looked up at the snake like being without blinking.
"Fine, don't answer," said Voldemort, "But if you'll allow me to introduce myself properly, I am the Eight-Forked Serpent, also known as Yamata or Voldemort, whichever you prefer."
"What do you want?" asked Harry.
"Oh don't be so defencive, I have no interest in killing you anymore," said Voldemort, "I am a Jaeger for the Bal Masque, an organization made up of Crimson Denizens. It is my job to seek out potential recruits and I would love to offer you a place."
Hadrian remained silent for a moment before he spoke.
"Whats in it for me?"
"You're still new to this life," said the Serpent, "You may have an instinctive grasp of how to use your powers, but you will need to get training and experience. While you could get those on your own, you run the risk of falling prey to a Flame Haze. By joining with the Bal Masque you can gain experience while being under the protection of your fellows."
Hadrian thought for a second before nodding.
"Alright, but if this is a trick I won't hesitate to cut you down."
Voldemort just smirked and held out a hand. Hadrian took it and the two vanished in a flash of bone-white fire.
END! There we go, another Vault entry down. Please refer to my Dumbledores Favor entry for an explanation of the naming of Crimson Denizens if you're confused.
As for why Harry became a Denizen, it was because of his hatred and desire to live interacting with his magic, which had been damaged by the abuse, plus the fact he had a fragment of a Denizen in his head which acted as a pattern for the transformation. As for how that will affect him, he can exist in the Human world without needing a large amount of Existence.
Anyway, as always feel free to adopt this if you want it and drop me a review!