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Harry Potter and the Shadow of Evil	By : nejihater5000 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 13159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry Potter and the Shadow of Evil
Author’s Word:
Apparently, something weird happened when I first uploaded this story. What this “something weird” is, I don’t know, but apparently I ended up posting the same story twice, and when I deleted one of them, I ended up deleting the one that had gotten all of the positive feedback!! T_T
Anyway, I thank the people who enjoyed the prologue. Since my mind is racing, I’m going to go ahead and post Chapter 1.
Warning: EXTREME child abuse, and EXTREME torture… and this is only a taste of what’s to come.
Enjoy.
‘ = Thoughts
( = Chaos (All will be revealed)
“ = Physical speech
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Chapter 1:
Young Harry Potter was sleeping soundly after his ordeal with the Dursleys, and was enjoying the sweet darkness of his dreamland. It was peaceful there… he didn’t have to put up with Vernon Dursley screaming at him, “Boy! Clean the flowerbeds!!” or, “Boy!! Get in the kitchen and start cooking dinner!!” He didn’t have to hear Petunia Dursley’s screechy voice, “Boy! Get to cleaning the dishes!” or, “Boy! Dust the living room and clean the bathroom!!”
Best of all, he didn’t have to put up with Dudley Dursley, the son of both Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Dudley was the worst. Normally, if he did was he was told, Vernon and Petunia would otherwise leave him alone. This was not true of Dudley. Dudley would not, however, no matter what he did or didn’t do.
Dudley didn’t even have the decency to call him “boy” as Vernon and Petunia did, but instead called him “freak”. He did so in front of Vernon and Petunia, and everytime he did, they would laugh under their breaths. It didn’t help that Dudley was a spoiled brat who had his every whim catered to delicately by Vernon and Petunia.
Harry, for the life of him, didn’t understand. What made Dudley so special? Dudley never had to do any sort of chores, and he certainly never got punished for anything he ever did… usually it was Harry getting the punishment. Once, Harry had been sitting in the living room reading a book and drinking a glass of ice water. He had just finished working outside, and after cleaning himself up, decided to relax since he didn’t have anything better to do.
Dudley had come into the living room and turned on the television. Dudley, of course, always made a point to turn the television on much louder than it needed to be if Harry was in there doing something. Harry, for whatever reason, didn’t like television. He had tried watching it a few times, but just couldn’t enjoy it. The news usually involved people of differing viewpoints screaming at each other. The cartoons were… well, they were too silly for him. He didn’t get how it was supposed to be funny.
The movies he didn’t understand either. Once last year, he had snuck into the living room where the Dursleys were having “Family Night” to see what they were doing. He had cooked, cleaned, and had been ordered back into his cupboard, but he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that was causing the Dursleys to just erupt in fits of uncontrollable laughter. He crept out of his cupboard to see what was going on, and sure enough, they were watching a romantic comedy. “She’s All That”, Harry believed they called it.
Harry watched for a few minutes, before deciding to go to the bathroom, and then back to his cupboard. The Dursleys were too distracted with their “Family Night” to pay any sort of serious attention to what he was doing, so getting out of there without a scratch had been a cake walk.
Harry had closed his book to go to the cupboard with his book and ice water, when Dudley zeroed in on him. “Where are you going, freak!?” Dudley blurted out in his usual offended, bratty tone. “To my room.” Harry calmly replied. Dudley would have none of it. He quickly jumped in front of Harry, and proceeded his usual bullying. “Why, is this not good enough for you, freak!?” Dudley slapped the glass of water from Harry’s hand, the glass shattered against the wall with a loud noise. Vernon just happened to be passing by and heard the commotion.
No sooner than he entered the room, he singled out Harry immediately; grabbing him by the head of the hair. “What is the meaning of this, Boy!?” Vernon shouted. “Dudley slapped the glass from my hand!” Dudley didn’t need to say anything in his defense, for Harry had already said too much. “How DARE you lie to me!!” Vernon said, bashing Harry’s head into the corner of the wall. Harry collapsed in pain, holding his head. Dudley walked up and kicked Harry sharply in the ribs, knocking the air out of his lungs with a sickening thud. Vernon picked him up and proceeded to beat Harry close-fisted for a good twenty minutes, with Dudley sneaking in some shots of his own, before Vernon finally tossed him into the cupboard and locked it.
Harry remembered that well. He spent two-and-a-half weeks in there with no food and very little water. And of course, he had to clean the cupboard again when he was allowed out.
Why wasn’t Dudley ever punished? Why did the Dursleys hate him so much? Wasn’t he good to them? Didn’t he cook their meals, clean the house, do the gardening, and do their laundry? So why di-
(Ask them.)
Harry heard a voice in his head say. Suddenly he felt a presence in his dreams, tugging away at him; drawing him closer, but to what, Harry didn’t know.
(Ask them.)
The voice said again, the voice itself raspy and tired. Harry suddenly became scared, and began to cry and shake.
(Do not fear me, childe. Ask them.)
The voice said again. Harry suddenly felt himself wrapped by the darkness. He was scared, but slowly calmed down enough to start forming some coherent thoughts.
‘W-Who are you!?’ Harry asked, still scared.
(Ask them… why do they hate you so?)
The voice continued to repeat itself. Harry seriously considered taking the advice, but remembering the short tempers of the Dursleys, he quickly dismissed the thought from his head.
(I will give you the power. Ask them.)
The voice said once again. Harry remembered all of the abuse he’d taken at the hands of the Dursleys, how he never felt loved or appreciated, and how he hated the Dursleys. He so wished he could inflict the torture he’s suffered back onto the Dursleys.
(Sleep now, childe. Tomorrow, ask them.)
Harry fell into a deep, deep sleep.
Waking up the next day, he felt refreshed, but the memory of the night before was ever so present in his mind. Should he ask? Suddenly, he found himself filled with conviction. Yes, he would ask. Today.
The Dursleys had entered the kitchen, expecting breakfast to be ready on the table. Instead, they saw Harry standing by the stove, eyeing them angrily.
“Boy, what are you doing!? Why isn’t breakfast ready!?” Vernon bellowed. Harry asked Vernon quickly, before his courage faded.
“Why do you hate me?”
Vernon was taken aback by Harry’s question, and was offended all the same. Vernon inched closer to Harry. “What did you just say to me, boy?” Vernon whispered, the question coming out menacingly and his voice dripping with venom. Harry simply restated the question.
“Why do you all hate me? What have I done to you?”
Vernon just looked down his nose at Harry, and nodded; his eyes filled with rage. Vernon turned as though he was about to walk away, but quickly turned back and crashed his fist into Harry’s face; knocking him down parallel to the stove. Vernon turned one of the burners on, and re-focused his attention onto Harry.
“How DARE you, Boy!!” Vernon picked him up and proceeded to beat him like he had done oh so many times. “We took you in when you had no one else!!” Vernon shouted, hitting the boy again. “We fed you, we clothed you!!” Vernon shouted continuously hitting Harry. Harry could do nothing but choke out a few cries. “We put a roof over your head!! Brought you into our family!! And this is how you repay us!!?” Vernon slammed Harry’s head into the floor. He picked Harry up, and brought him back to the stove, and quickly shoved Harry’s face into the lit burner. Harry scream in agony as the burner practically melted his face; he could feel his lips melting shut, and his left eye running out from being liquefied. Petunia stood by and watched with a sick smirk on her face, nodding her head in approval. Dudley was cheering his dad on through all of this. Finally, Vernon tore Harry from the burner and threw him to the floor with a sickening thud.
Harry passed out from the pain of the stove burner. He felt himself falling into darkness; the darkness of his dreams. He hoped he wouldn’t wake up this time. Why can’t he just stay here and be in peace? Is that so much to ask?
(It is time, childe.)
The raspy voice said, and suddenly Harry felt himself being flooded with strength. Harry had never felt like this before; the power was overwhelming him. He could feel it coursing through every ounce of his body, and he felt his mind flooded with the knowledge of how to control it.
The Dursleys, however, were looking at Harry horrified, for no explainable reason, he suddenly began floating in mid-air; a dark energy surrounding and pulsating from him. His wounds began to heal right before their eyes, and soon, Harry looked as though no damage had been inflicted on him.
(Wake up, childe.)
And upon that command, Harry’s eyes shot open. He gazed down at the Dursleys, and thoroughly enjoyed the sight of them cowering in fear. He asked once again.
“Why do you hate me? What have I done to you?”
Rather than apologize and beg for mercy like any otherwise sane person would’ve done at this point, Vernon finds his lost anger.
“Because you’re a freak!! We should’ve left you to die with your parents, you worthless pile of filth!!”
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise at that statement.
“M-my parents!?”
“That’s right! Your parents were freaks just like you! Freaks who pissed of the wrong people, and got killed for their trouble! We found you as a baby on our doorstep with a note explaining what happened, and we knew from then on that you would just be one of them!!” Vernon shouted, the venom dripping in his voice.
“We never should’ve taken you in! We should’ve done the decent thing, and killed you like the worthless animal you are!!”
Harry looked at his hands, observed the energy radiating from him, and it is when he realized that Vernon was right that Harry finally snapped. He felt all of his repressed sadness, all of his repressed hatred, re-awaken all at once. Harry’s emotions overwhelmed him, so much so that his sanity started to slip. All Harry could do was laugh. It started out as a small chuckle at first… but grew, grew into a menacing, venomous, insane laugh; the kind of laugh that made the weak hearted cower in fear, and the kind of laugh that promised horrible things for the future.
Harry lowered himself, and walked towards Vernon slowly… ever so slowly… his voice still carrying a light chuckle and his eyes filled with rage.
“You’re right, Vernon. I am a freak.” Harry said, somewhat gleefully. Vernon was starting to cower where he stood. Petunia had been crying the whole time, and so was Dudley, who shit on himself from being so scared.
“And you know what, I kinda like it.” Harry looked back at his hand, observing with joy at how much power was radiating from him.
“In fact… I want more.” Harry drawled. Vernon was in the presence of pure evil, and he knew it. Deciding to leave before things got worse, the Dursleys decided to make a mad dash to leave the kitchen, but Harry quickly conjured up a wall of darkness, trapping them inside.
“Going somewhere, are we? But we’re about to have so much fun!” Harry cheerfully declared.
“You know, all four of us have never had a family day together.” Harry said, walking towards them. The Dursleys felt like exactly what they were… trapped rats. Oh they were going to have so much fun together. Oh yes. So much fun indeed.
“Y-y-you’re no family of ours!” Vernon shouted, trying to sound brave and defiant… with little success of course. Harry got face-to-face within inches of Vernon, and began trailing his index finger up and down Vernon’s cheek.
“Oh? Then what was I to you for all of these years, hmm?” Harry whispered. His voice carried no trace of anger or rage, but it didn’t have to; his eyes told the story quite well enough.
“All of these years that I cooked your meals, cleaned your house, maintained your gardens, did your laundry, and slept in my little cupboard under the stairs without asking for so much as a thank you. What was I, Vernon?” Harry’s voice started becoming more venomous as he went on.
Vernon started to answer, but he found himself unable to speak, and unable to move. Harry had bound Vernon in place, and his finger had begun to cut into Vernon’s cheek. Vernon could do nothing but let out a muffled cry in the response to the pain.
Harry’s head tilted as he watched Vernon in fascination. He was charmed by the way the man would attempt to jerk his head away from the pain; how he would cry.
“WHAT WAS I, VERNON!!” Harry suddenly shouted into his face. Harry unbound Vernon’s speech.
“P-p-please!! Don’t do this!! I am sorry!! Please forgive me!!” Vernon desperately begged.
Harry watched in gleeful fascination as Vernon begged and pleaded.
“So I should just forgive you?” Harry asked innocently.
“Please forgive me!! I am sorry for what I did to you!!”
Harry smiled menacingly and inched just a little bit closer.
“How many times did you forgive me, Vernon? How many times did you NOT starve me for weeks because I tracked dirt from the garden, or spilt something in the kitchen? Hmm, Vernon?” Harry whispered innocently. Vernon just whimpered.
“HOW MANY TIMES, VERNON!!?” Harry shouted into Vernon’s ear. Vernon did nothing but break down in tears, babbling incoherent nonsense about being sorry and asking for forgiveness.
Harry then turned his attention to Petunia Dursley.
“Ah, my dear sweet loving Petunia!” Harry said, with an innocence that sounded psychotic. “I almost forgot you were there.” Harry walked to her. She cowered on her knees immediately. “P-please, Harry!! Don’t hurt us!! Please!!”
Harry. That perked his interest.
“Harry? Is that my name? And all these years I thought my name was BOY, or FREAK.” Harry deadpanned. Petunia started the usual pleading for her life, begging for forgiveness.
“Oh plea- oh God please not like this!! Please God!!”
Harry’s interest was again, perked.
“God? Are you begging God for forgiveness, Petunia?” Petunia continued crying pathetically.
Harry snapped her attention to himself.
“But I am the Punishment of God, and if you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you, dear Petunia.” Harry said with almost child-like innocence. Petunia wailed again, collapsing all the way to the floor. Harry bound both Vernon and Petunia to their respective places, and then turned his attention to Dudley.
“Ah, good old Dudley Dursley!” Harry said, enthusiastically. He walked over and threw his arm around Dudley.
“Tell me, how many times did you beat me when we last played Streetfighter Alpha?” Harry cheerfully asked. Of course, they’d never played. When Harry had once asked to play, Dudley rudely told him no, and then lied to Vernon that Harry had tried to take the controller from him. That got him a week in the cupboard with no food.
Dudley was too scared to try to answer.
“Don’t you remember? You spent the night with me in the cupboard that night. Hard to believe we both managed to fit in there…” Dudley suddenly cried in realization of what Harry was driving at. Dudley then noticed that Harry’s arm was burning him… really burning him. He tried to get away, but he was bound like his parents. His screams were so loud that Harry had to lower the volume a little.
“I suppose…” Harry began matter-of-factly, “that you can always manage to find a way to force your way into a tight space, no matter how big you are.” Harry’s tone turned evil.
“Oh Dudley. You’ve been my best pal throughout the years.” Harry remarked, sentimentally. Dudley is still screaming from having his flesh melted.
“Whenever I needed you, you were there for me. You defended me valiantly the night Vernon decided to bash my head into the corner of the wall and beat me for twenty straight minutes before starving me for two-and-a-half weeks in the cupboard.” Dudley is still screaming and squirming pitifully.
“You always comforted me when I was feeling sad or lonely.” Harry remarked in a day-dreamy tone.
“You always snuck me food when Vernon and Petunia wasn’t looking. Yeah, you’re my kind of guy!!” Harry remarked sarcastically. The only food Dudley ever snuck him was feces from the toilet.
He cast a spell to prevent Dudley from passing out.
“Yep. You’re the kind of friend a person can count on… to be a lying, selfish, power hungry sack of useless shit that’s so rancid, even the flies don’t want you.” Harry stated cheerfully.
“You’re the kind of friend a person can count on to convince people like Vernon to starve you for that extra day.” Harry’s grip tightened.
“You’re the kind of friend a person can count on to help his father beat me, and cheer him on when he isn’t actually taking part in it himself.”
“You’re the kind of friend a person can count on to ask for seconds and thirds at the dinner table, because you know that the less is left over, the less I get to eat that night.” Harry says, his voice becoming darker and darker.
“And you’re the kind of friend a person can count on… to rape me in the cupboard when everyone else is asleep.” Harry’s laughed in absolute rage.
Dudley couldn’t say anything. All he did was scream and cry due to the pain.
“Aww. What’s wrong, Dudley? What happened to that cleverness you’re so well known for in school?” Harry asked innocently.
Harry let Dudley go, the latter who collapsed on the floor; crying and sniveling.
Harry squatted down next to him.
“Oh! I almost forgot! Tomorrow is you’re birthday. Gee. I think Vernon and Petunia are planning something extra special for you. How many presents did you get last year? Was it thirty-six different presents?” Harry asked in a cheerful voice.
“I remember all of the presents I got last year for my birthday. Man that was a good day.” Harry said, his voice smothered in sarcasm. They never celebrated his birthday. He asked about his birthday once; it got him two weeks in the cupboard for being ungrateful.
“L-L-L-Leave me alone, you freak!! Mommy!! Daddy!! Help me!! Please!!!” Dudley cried out desperately. Vernon and Petunia couldn’t do or say anything. All they could do was watch.
“I tell you what, Dudley. Since you’ve been sooo nice to me this year,” Harry deadpanned, “I’m going to give you your birthday present a day early.” Dudley was seized by fear at this statement. He looked up at Harry, horrified at what could happen next.
“Don’t you want to know what you’re birthday present is?” Harry asked innocently. Dudley was too afraid to say anything.
“Ask me, Dudley.” Harry told him in a childish voice, his head tilted to the side. Dudley still couldn’t say anything.
“ASK ME, DUDLEY!!” Harry roared, his rage and power flying off of him.
“W-W-W-What di-d-did you g-g-ge-get me Harry?” Dudley asked, his voice trembling out of fear.
“Oh, well since you’re so curious, your present is, “Yes.”” Harry told him in his innocent child voice.
“Ye-“
“As in, “Yes, you’re going to die… slowly and painfully….” Harry was seized by an insane fit of laughter as Dudley’s fear overwhelmed him. Oh yes, they would have fun indeed.
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Author’s Note:
Hey, I did warn you that this was going to be dark as hell. Let me know what you think.
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