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Phases of the Night	By : 6phoenix6flame6 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 40946 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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An: Yes I know I'm starting a new story with out adding a chapter to Family Matters, but I just couldn't help myself. Plus I'm working on the next chapter, but its going super slow, and I'm hitting some snags. Mostly they're called life. Now this new story is a HP/Twilight crossover. I'm not really a huge fan of Twilight. I couldn't get into eclipse, and the movies were horrible. (sorry for all those who loved them) Though, there are some characters that I do like. Now this story will have Bella bashing as I can't stand her, (even though in the books she's a little better to tolerate then in the movies) Sorry to all those who do like her and because of that do not wish to continue on with reading this story. Please don't knock it because of that. There will be not so nice Dumbledore in it as well. And I don't know if I'm going to really kill anyone. If i do and I didn't warn you, then I'm terribly sorry. There will be suicide attempt. You've been warned.

Here are some pairing though they are not set in stone yet but Harry's pairing is set in stone as is most of the Cullens.

Harry/ Jacob

Remus/Sirius - (past Remus/Sirius) still haven't decided if I'm going to bring Sirius back to live

Remus/?

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Chapter One:

Harry slowly walked up to the front of number four Privet drive. He had just lost Sirius a week prier and Dumbledore had the nerve to send him back to the oppressing Dursleys. He could easily be safe at the order headquarters as he could at this hell hole.

He'd barely made it through the door before he was grabbed by the scruff of his neck, and dragged through the house. He'd been trying to get out of his Uncle’s hold when he was punched hard in the solar plexus by his Uncle’s other beefy hand.

“Stop it you stupid freak," his Uncle sneered while clamboring through the house.

Vernon had dragged Harry to the basement door where his Aunt stood with a look of loathing. She held open the door while her husband threw Harry down the stairs. Harry went sailing into the darkness of the basement. He hit half the steps on the way down before colliding harshly with the unforgiving cement floor.

Harry groaned, his body aching, although the pain wasn’t as bad as the Cruciatus. He barely noticed his uncle’s thundering steps on the stairs.

“You’re going to join the other freak,” Vernon lifted Harry by his hair and dragged him over to the far wall.

Harry’s eyes widened as he spotted what looked to be his cousin. He couldn’t understand why Dudley was half beaten and chained to the wall, but as he took in the image, Harry was thrown against the other wall, banging his head off of it in the process. He slunk to the floor.

In his daze, he was roughly chained to the wall with his arms above him.

Vernon walked away after giving a kick to both the boys, and back upstairs to his wife.

Harry took a good look at his cousin. The slightly older teen looked horrible. He had lost a large amount of weight, and wasn’t as large as the last time Harry had seen him, possibly half the size. It looked like he had been chained up for more then a few days; his lips were cracked and bleeding, his clothing was torn and dirty with rust coloured stains, most likely from his own blood. Most of the skin that Harry could see: arms, legs and chest were covered in bruises and lacerations.

Harry waited until he heard the TV turn on upstairs before he addressed his cousin.

“Oy... Dudley, what Happened? Why is he doing this?” Harry asked in a quiet whisper. He watched as his cousin gave a weak glare at him before shifting, the chains rattling.

Dudley studied him for a few more silent moments before he gave a sigh and licked his cracked lips.

“Lets...” Dudley’s voice cracked. His voice was scratchy and hoarse, like his throat was stuffed with sand paper. “Lets just say that you are not the only freak in the family now. And HE,” Dudley gave a curt nod upwards towards the sound of the TV, “HE did not like it and decided to do something about it.”

Harry gritted his teeth. He couldn’t believe Vernon would do that to his own son. He paused. On the other hand, actually, he could. Situations like his own and that of his cousin, made him agree with Voldemort: that muggles should be squashed.

However, before he could get too far with his thoughts, his mother’s voice, pleading for Voldemort to kill her instead, sifted through his memories.

“I’m sorry this had to happen to you,” Harry said quietly, staring at the floor.

Dudley gave a bitter laugh. “I guess I’m sorry for all the name calling and bullying I did when we were younger.”

“That was not entirely your fault. You learn from the best.” Harry shook his head. “I blame him more.”

They sat in silence for a while, Harry figuring it to be about an hour before he spoke next.

“How often does he come down here?”

“He comes down here once a day for his sessions on trying to cure me of my freakishness.” Dudley gave a small growl, before giving a defeated sigh. “SHE comes down here every three days to give me water and half a slice of bread so I will live longer for her husband to continue his sessions.”

“Fuck,” Harry glared up at the celling. His life would never turn peaceful- instead it seemed to be more and more fucked up.

First some madman had to go after his family and kill his parents. Then he got abandoned on his magic-hating relatives' doorstep, spend the next ten years living as a slave, being verbally and physically abused. Then when he turned eleven he found out he was a wizard and became part a a world where he was viewed as a hero and with a high price on his head of never-ending slander and tabloid exposure. 'Let us not forget the small fact that ever since I stepped into the magical world, my life has been at stake and that I've nearly died over 24 times', he thought bitterly.

Now he had to come back to this?! His so called loving uncle and aunt’s place where he was supposed to be SAFE from Voldemort- or at least that’s what Dumbledore had said. He should not have to worry about being safe from his relatives beyond their usual treatment of him in the past. That he could handle. What his cousin had gone through? He didn’t think he would last long at all.

He contemplated the idea of which would be better in this moment- leaving the wizarding world all-together or having Voldemort find him.

“How long have you been down here?” Harry asked, closing his eyes.

“Two and half weeks.”

Harry’s eyes snapped opened and stared at his cousin.

Dudley raised an eyebrow. “You wonder how I haven’t truly snapped yet?”

Harry could only nod.

“Hell if I should know. Maybe its because I keep thinking of, if I ever escaped, I would torture them worse then what they’ve done to me so far. That I would give them a taste of their own medicine.”

“Even though that seems to be helping you keep your mind, I don’t think that’s a heathy way of thinking.” Harry bit his lip. He couldn’t talk much, as he had similar thoughts about a couple of his past professors and of Voldemort. Hell, he had even thought of trying to torture and kill Bellatrix after she had taken his godfather from him. Well, technically he did try to torture her, but he wasn’t strong enough.

“At this point I really don’t care. Afterwards, maybe.” Dudley paused before continuing. “Though I suggest we get a little sleep. With you back who knows if he’ll be back down again today.”

Harry nodded, shifting to get as comfortable as possible. He then began to go through the process of mediation. He had read in a book on wandless magic that it takes a great deal of concentration and a lot of mediation to try and sense your inner core magic, before even beginning an attempt at wandless magic.

Harry was awoken from his subsconscious by the slamming of a door and the pounding of footsteps as his uncle thudded down the stairs. It seemed that Harry had been in deep meditation throughout the entire night.

Harry quickly looked to his cousin and saw him tense in his chains and glared as Vernon appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh good you're both awake. Now you can watch as the other gets his lesson of the day.” Vernon grinned evilly as he marched over to Dudley. He unhooked the chain from the wall and dragged Dudley to the middle of the room where he threw the heavy set chains over a support beam before wrestling a gag into his son’s mouth.

“Now we can’t have you alerting the neighbors with your screaming today, can we? You’ve quieted down since we started but we won't be taking any chances.” He looked over at Harry with a leer and looked back at Dudley.He grinned wickedly. "We remember what happened last time, don't we?" When Dudley didn't answer, Vernon punched him in the stomach, makng Dudley grunt and heave as he tried to catch his breath.

“You fucken bastard!” Harry spat out trying to kick out at overly large man’s legs.

“Don’t worry you’ll get your turn soon enough,” Vernon said, moving a little bit out of the way.

“HELP! HELP! HELP!” Harry started screaming at the top of his lunges.

Vernon kicked at his head, successfully catching the side of his face with the side of his thick boot and with the force, Harry’s head bounced off the wall behind him. He instantly felt dizzy and slumped over.

Vernon smirked smugly at the spot of blood smeared on the wall were the little brat’s head had connected.

“We’ll have to deal with his mouth soon enough,” Vernon muttered darkly to himself before turning back to his son.

“Now its time for fun.”

Dudley’s eyes widenned and he began to struggle in his binds as Vernon picked up a whip with nine tails with little spikes at the end of each.

Vernon raised his arm above his head and brought the whip down with a crack. He smiled at Dudley’s sweat muffled screams.

Remus ran a hand through his hair as he tried to listen to what the headmaster was saying. His thoughts were preoccupied of Harry and Sirius. His lover was dead and gone, but their adopted pup was somewhere else. His wolf-side was displeased that their pup was not within reach to comfort the probably upset and distraught boy.

“Now young Harry is at his relatives, I wish for him not to be disturbed. He is likely taking Mr.Black’s death pretty hard, and needs time to mourn.” Dumbledore gave a sad sigh looking at a select few of the Order members; the Weasleys, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Remus.

Remus heard a soft snort to his left. He took a quick look and saw Snape gave a small shake of his head. Likely he didn’t believe in the Headmaster’s choice. Remus’ wolf silently agreed with the potion master.

“Next order of business. Now that the Ministry has declared Voldemort to have returned, he must be prepared to strike soon and strike hard.” Dumbledore switched his gaze from the young ones to Snape.

“Severus, has he given you any instructions?” The Headmaster asked.

Snape stood a little straighter when he was addressed. “Not to me personally, but he has asked most of his followers, those who have children fifteen and older, to gather them and bring them to be initiated.” There was a collective gasp from some of the other members at that.

“See if you can find those who do not wish their children to become Death Eaters and see if we can sway them to become spies.”

Snape gave a sharp nod of his head.

“I believe that is all for this evening,” Dumbledore dismissed everyone and got up from the kitchen table.

“Severus may I speak with you please?” Snape stopped by the door and waited for the Headmaster to come to his side.

Remus was curious. Why did the Headmaster want to speak with Snape? Was there another mission for the Potion master that he couldn’t speak of while the rest of the order was around for fear of compromising it before it even began?

Remus waiting until the door to the kitchen was closed and quickly cast different spells upon himself and snuck out after the retreating Headmaster and Snape. He wasn’t a marauder for nothing, you know.

He followed the two into the Black Library making sure that he was quiet and out of site, knowing that they Headmaster was powerful enough to sense magic around him. Its a very good thing that Remus was a werewolf. He could stay out of the Headmaster’s rang but still be able to hear their conversation due to his enhanced abilities.

“What is it that you need of me, Headmaster?” Snape asked.

“Now that Lucius Malfoy had been arrested, young Draco would either still be in his mother’s care or yours.” The Headmaster started.

“The answer is no Headmaster.” Snape stated flatly.

Remus raised an eyebrow. What was it that the Headmaster was going to ask?

“Now Severus-”

“No,” Snape said forcefully. Remus was startled, Snape had never spoken to the Headmaster that way before.

“He could be a great spy for us-”

“I do not care Headmaster. I’m not risking my godson’s life, nor will I suggested it to his mother.”

Remus felt weary. If the Headmaster was willing to use Draco Malfoy that way, disregarding his life, what the hell did he have plan for Harry?

Remus followed Severus out of the room after the Headmaster flooed to his office from the library, canceling the spells on him.

“Snape wait,” Remus called out before the dark haired man could reach the front foyer.

Snape tensed and stopped. “What do you want, Wolf?”

Remus stopped and started fidgeting on the spot. Why had he called out to Snape?

“Not here- someone might over hear us,”

Snape followed Remus up the stairs and into Sirius’ old room. Remus knew the walls were charmed against any unwanted eavesdropping and it was sound proof. A charm Sirius added once they had gotten back together again after he had escaped from Azkaban.

“Well?” Snape gave a snarl. He looked around the room with distain.

Remus took a deep breath. “I want to get your opinion on something.”

Snape bared his teeth. “I don’t have time for this wolf.” He turned to leave.

“I saw you,” Remus said quickly getting the potion master to stop. “In the meeting, you did not agree with the Headmaster about Harry being left alone to mourn. You’ve had experience dealing with...troubled youth.” Remus worried his lip.

“Your point being?” Snape narrowed his eyes.

“Do you think Harry is at risked being left alone?” Remus asked, fearing the answer.

“Do you really want the answer to that?” Snape raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

Remus sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“If I ask for it, would you be willing to help?” Remus inquired.

“That depends,” The dark haired eyes narrowed further.

“I do not want Harry to stay at the Dursleys’ any longer. I am afraid he’ll off himself. I need your help in kidnapping Harry and taking him far away from here, even going as far as crossing the Atlantic.”

“I think that you maybe asking too much wolf.” Snape shook his head.

“Things over here are going to heat up quickly, and I do not want Harry in the middle of this- to be use by the rest of the Wizarding world as a shield. You do not want Draco to become a death eater and follow in his father’s footsteps. You do not want him risking his life for those who would not think twice about him, nor risk their lives for him.”

Snape gave him a long look.

After some time Snape answered.

“I have several contacts over seas. I have something set up just incase for emergencies. Give me a day, and then we’ll go and retrieve Potter from his relatives.”

Remus let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you Severus.” He gave a small smile.

Severus glowered before turning on his heels and stalking from the room, robes billowing behind him.

Harry screamed around the gag in his mouth. Dudley was unconscious off to the side, already been given a thorough lesson for the day.

It was the third day of torture for Harry. His left hand had been shattered by Vernon using a sludge hammer on it the day before. His hack was now littered with long ragged wounds caused by the cat-o-nine tails. And now Harry was bound to a table with Vernon pulling his nails off one by one on his right hand.

“By getting rid of these nails, your fingers becomes less of a hole and your freakishness won’t be able to be channeled properly,” Vernon explained yanking the last nail off with the pair of pliers in his hand.

Vernon unbound Harry from the table and back to the wall. He then walked off to the side and dragged Harry’s trunk and belongings into the boy’s view.

“Now we’re going to start on the next step.” Vernon popped open the lid.

Through his sluggishness Harry noticed Vernon started to take out his photo album, books, his robs, wand and firebolt.

Harry started to panic. He couldn’t care less about his robes and books but the photo album is all that he had of his parents and the firebolt was the very first gift he received from his godfather.

With out that particular wand he wouldn’t stand half a chance against Voldemort, since their wands were brothers.

Vernon watched gleefully as the boy struggled to try and save his precious freakish items. He laid them out of the table the boy had been bound to previously, and started on the books.

He tore them apart and put them into a pile for him to bring up later to the fireplace to destroy. He then took the broomstick and an axe. He grinned evilly and brought the axe down. The wood split in half giving off sparks. He repeated the process until it was only a pile of kindling.

Harry felt blood run down his arms from where the rusty iron cuffs dug into his wrists, and from his right hand. He ignored it as he continued to struggle, trying to bite through the gag to scream out. He was furious; he didn’t care that it was a broomstick- he could replace that easily, but it was from Sirius.

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Vernon picked up the photo album. One by one he he took each photo out, enjoying the tears of frustration rolling down the boy’s face, causing dirty and bloody tracks. Once all the photos were out of the album, he began to shred the album to pieces.

Harry gave a choke sob. Hagrid had hand-crafted that for him.

“How pathetic, the little baby is crying over the pictures of his pathetic parents,” Vernon sneered as he brought a lighter up to the corner of the first photo- the one of Harry’s parents on their wedding day.

The people in the photo moved to the far side away from the flame that was about to engulf them.

Harry screamed in rage, as he saw his parent’s silent screams of panic as the fire consumed them.

“You know, I really enjoy trying to squish the magic out of you,” Vernon stated as he continued the process to the rest of the photos. He gave a twisted smile at what he said next.

“And to think, your Headmaster is paying me to do whatever I want with you.” Harry instantly stopped struggling, eyes bulging.

“Oh you didn’t know?” Vernon moved from behind the table and stepped closer to the chained boy. “He said that I could do whatever I wanted as long as he could sacrifice you in the end.” Vernon gripped Harry’s hair, yanking his head back.

“Oh yes, he’s just going to use you to get rid of the bad freak, modly something or another.” Vernon waved a hand. “You die in the process and he gets your vast fortune. Of course he said that we get a huge portion of it and long with the Weasels and some person name Gringer, or something along those line.” Vernon paused.

“Wait... isn’t that the name of your friends.” He gave a chuckle. “I guess they truly weren’t your friends then.”

Something snapped inside Harry. The Headmaster and his two best friends didn’t care for him- they had just wanted what money he had. Betrayal set in, he felt defeated some how. Had Sirius and Remus cared for him at all or was it all out of duty to his parents?

“I’ll leave you to your thoughts,” Vernon laughed and retreated upstairs.

Harry slumped against the wall. His entire life no one cared about him. They said that they did but they truly didn’t mean it. He bet his parents didn’t care for him. His mother likely had regrets ever sacrificing her life for him. His dad probably thought his was a big disappointment. Hell, he was a parselmouth for Merlin’s sake. If they had lived long enough to know that, they probably would have dumped him somewhere too.

He looked up with half aware gaze. It would be easy to end his life then. The chains seemed long enough that if he stood up he could wrap them around his neck and just, let go.

And he did just that. He stood up, unsteadily. With a shaky arms, he wrapped the chains around his neck.

He shifted his gaze to his cousin’s unconscious form. He really didn’t want to leave his cousin alone to face another day with more torture, but he was done. He didn’t think he could face life after what has been ravealed to him.

Harry took a deep breath. His legs collapsed beneath him, no longer able to support him. But that was okay, it was easier now.

Harry felt his air cut off, lunges burned. He could see his life pass before his eyes before the void. Darkness had taken over.

TBC

AN: so thats the end of first chapter, i know a cliffy, but i soooo wanted to do that. Now remember to review.
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