The Darkness Within

Summary: Beaten, broken, betrayed, the world had broken him, stripped him of everything that he was until nothing was left. Now he is left to pick up the pieces and become something far greater, he will cast aside his old life as Harry Potter, orphan and freak nephew of the Dursleys and begin his journey to becoming Darth Trayus, lord of betrayal. The one who knows the pain of betrayal and will betray in turn.

I do not own Harry Potter or Star Wars, if I did than I wouldn't be doing this.

Ch 1. End of an Era

1989, Privet Drive, 5:00 AM.

Harry was awoken from his sleep by a loud knocking on the door to his cramped "room", it was actually just a small cupboard that his family had forced him to live in. Ever since he could remember his life had been hell, his aunt and uncle always took the opportunity to make his life miserable and hit him if he made even the smallest of mistakes, he was always tasked to doing all of the chores in the house, cooking, cleaning, gardening, washing clothes, they forced him to do it all and would punish him if it didn't meet their ridiculous standards. But Dudley was even worse, his cousin would always take the chance to beat him up whenever no one was around he and his friends always enjoyed chasing him down and beating him half to death. But for some reason his wounds would always healed in a matter of hours, usually when he was sleeping, but he did know that this scared his family, that he was different than them, better than them. Since he had no wounds to show for it none of his teachers believed him about the abuse that he suffered at the Dursley's hands, no one wanted to believe that the perfect Dursleys were really monsters and just decided that it was a child trying to get attention.

The door to his cupboard swung open and he was greeted with the face of his aunt," get up freak, you

need to make breakfast for us and do the chores before you and Dudley go to school." Harry crawled out of his cupboard and walked to the kitchen to begin breakfast. Harry got to work making his family bacon, eggs, toast and preparing a pot of coffee for his uncle. An hour later both Dudley and Vernon came down the stairs and sat at the table," hurry up freak! We don't have all day for you to laze about, you still need to weed the garden before you go to school today." Harry felt his anger rising but pushed it down, getting angry would do no good for him, carrying two plates of food he walked towards the table. Before he realized what was happening, Dudley stuck out his leg and he fell to the ground, the plates shattering underneath him and he felt the shards cut into his arms leaving long bloody gashes. Before Harry could prepare himself for what he knew what was coming he felt a hand slam into his face leaving it red and stinging." Damn it boy! Clean this mess up before I hit you again!" Harry stared at his uncle's red face, barely keeping his rage in check and got to work cleaning up the mess of broken

ceramic and food.

After another hour of cleaning up the kitchen after his awful family had finished eating the meal he had prepared he was outside pulling weeds out of his aunt's garden. This was the one chore that he enjoyed since he was able to get away from his family for a while since they usually only checked up on him once in a while to make sure he was actually doing his work. The gashes on his arms still hurt terribly but he knew that they would begin to heal soon, Harry felt happy for the first time today when he felt something soft brush against his leg and looked down to see a stray tabby cat staring up at him and mewing softly. Harry smiled down at the animal and pulled at a strip of bacon that he had hidden away from his aunt and uncle without them noticing. Maine was a stray that had showed up in his neighborhood a few weeks ago and Harry had quickly befriended him after sharing some of his food with him and he would come visit Harry every once in a while when he was alone.

The cat stopped showing up when Dudley had thrown a rock at him about a week ago and Harry was glad to see that he had returned. Harry gave the cat the strip of bacon and scratched him behind his ears, "I'm glad you came back," Harry didn't have any other friends since Dudley would beat up anyone that tried to befriend him, Harry hated his life, he wished that one day he would be able to get away from this awful place and never look back. But Maine did make it more bearable when he visited him, after a few more minutes of playing with the cat Maine ran off as he heard the front door to his home opened up, "Boy! Get in here it's time for you to get ready for school. Sighing, Harry trudged back inside preparing for another awful day.

Harry hid behind a trashcan as he heard his cousin and his friends searching for him, school had been over for an hour already and he knew that Dudley was getting bored and would soon leave and go terrorize someone else. After a few more minutes of hiding he heard Dudley and his gang walk away from his location, slowly peeking over the top of the trashcan checking to make sure the coast was clear and slowly began limping away from his hiding place, he had twisted his ankle running away from Dudley and it hurt like hell. Trying to ignore the pain Harry began making his way to the library where he knew he could hide from his Dudley for awhile.

If there was one thing that Harry enjoyed doing it was learning, he always felt as if every new piece of information he discovered would give him an edge over his family in the long run. Harry was never allowed to take any of the books out of the library since his uncle used it as an excuse to hit him, claiming that he stole it and that a freak like me should know his place. Out of all of the types of books he read, Harry's favorite were always history books, he loved stories about knights fighting to protect their kings or the stories of samurai who fought to protect their honor from their enemies. Sadly the time to leave came too soon for his liking and he began the long walk back home.

2 hours later

After the long walk back from the library Harry was exhausted, on the way back it had begun to rain and he was soaked to the bone. He wanted nothing more to curl up in his room and sleep but he knew as soon as he returned his aunt would pile a mountain of chores onto him. As he approached the driveway to his home Harry was forcefully knocked to the ground as he was hit in the head from behind. Harry cursed to himself, he forgot about Dudley," I was waiting for you freak we didn't get the chance to play after school today so I thought we should make up for that now." Harry looked up at his whale of a cousin with hate in his gaze," don't look at me like that freak, I even brought you a gift today." The hatred in Harry's eyes faded and was replaced with confusion, what was Dudley planning?

Harry barely caught a small black bag as it was thrown at his face by Dudley, the bag was unusually damp and warm for some reason and it scared him, his instincts were telling him not to look inside but his curiosity overwhelmed him. Opening the bag, Harry was shocked and horrified by what he saw, "no." His voice was barely a whisper, inside was the mangled and bloody body of Maine. "That stupid cat was walking around here and I decided to get rid of that pest for good this time," Harry was so horrified at seeing his only friend's bloody body that he barely understood what Dudley said, overcome with despair and sadness at losing the only thing that made his life bearable Harry felt hot tears sliding down his cheeks, as suddenly as his sadness had appeared it had turned into blinding hate, his family had made his life miserable since the day he was born. They had beat him, they had starved him, they had broken his spirit, now his only friend was gone.

Harry saw red, with a scream of hate and despair lightning had erupted from his fingers and struck his cousin square in the chest sending him flying backwards, he didn't give his cousin a chance to recover and sent another wave of blue lightning coursing through his cousins body, relishing in the screams of agony erupting from Dudley. After several more minutes of torture Harry had cut off the stream of energy, there was only a burnt corpse where his cousin had been.

Turning around after hearing a shrill scream from behind him Harry saw his aunt and uncle standing a few feet away from him, they were completely frozen in terror at the sight of him and his uncle only whispered a single word that Harry barely heard above the sound of thunder."Monster," Harry looked down at a puddle that was forming next to him and saw what his uncle had meant, his eyes were no longer the emerald green that they normally were, they were a pale sulfuric yellow. Harry turned to his aunt and held up a hand as she was lifted into the air, she was clawing at her neck desperately trying to suck in a breath of air but couldn't. "I am sick of hearing your awful voice aunt Petunia, I will be glad when I won't have to listen to you nagging anymore."

With a roar Vernon charged at him, with the intention to kill for what Harry had done to his son but he did not get far before Harry held up his hand and his uncle went flying backwards crashing through the wall and into his home. Turning his attention back to his aunt he was pleased to see her expression of utter terror as she looked at him, without a second thought Harry clenched his hand into a fist and was satisfied when he heard a loud crunching sound as her neck snapped and her lifeless body fell to the ground. Stepping over Petunia's dead body, Harry began making his way towards the home to finish what he started.

By the time he found his uncle a pool of blood began forming around his large body, Harry saw that his uncle had been impaled in several areas of his body by several large splinters of wood, and was struggling to stand up," I think I am going to enjoy killing you the most uncle, Vernon didn't saying anything and just stared at him hatefully, unable to resist." Harry held out a hand pointed towards Vernon as the air around him began to heat up until the area burst into flames around his uncle. Harry relished his uncles screams of pain and fear as he watched the blood red flames consume his body and only left when the heat became unbearable. Walking over to his aunt he dragged her body to the house as the flames began to spread across the home and with a grunt of effort tossed her body into the inferno. Now Harry returned to his cousin's charred body and decided to use his new powers instead of trying to lift the giant boy and also tossed the boy into the fire.

Now Harry stood back as the flames fully consumed the house until nothing was left except for a charred blackened ruin. Harry was exhausted after the heavy use of his new abilities but he new he cannot stay here, he could already here the sound of sirens in the distance and he didn't want to be here when they arrived. Harry was at a loss at what he was meant to do, he was too tired to run and he had nowhere nearby to hide, and it was not as if there was anywhere to for him to go, then a he had an idea. If he could shoot lightning from his fingers and send people flying without even touching them than who knows what else he might be capable of? Concentrating heavily and feeling the power within himself Harry imagined the one place he knew where no one would be able to find him. Harry felt a sharp tugging sensation within his chest and before he knew what was going on his world began to spin and change and he was forced to close his eyes. When he reopened them, he was within the library, smiling in satisfaction Harry laid down between two bookshelves and closed his eyes, exhausted from overusing his powers and his lack of sleep he fell asleep within a few minutes unknowing of the danger he was in.

Harry was awoken by an explosion that rocked the entire building, Harry didn't know where he was, all he knew was that he wasn't in the cupboard at home and his muscles ached from sleeping on the hard ground and he still felt exhausted. He looked around and noticed all of the bookcases and realized he was inside the library,"How did I get here?" Harry was startled again when he heard more shouting but still could not make out what the man was saying and decided to see for himself what was happening. Harry quietly peeked around the corner of a bookshelf checking to see what was going on when he saw several people dressed in black robes and white masks standing near the entryway to the building." We need to find the boy quickly! Dumbledore and his men will be here in a few minutes and we need to be gone by then, spread out and tear this place apart! Harry didn't know what they were talking about but he had the feeling that he didn't want to know and decided to slowly back away from the entryway, he knew there was an emergency exit at the back of the building and if he could just get to it…

Harry not realizing where he was going, hit the bookshelf behind and knocked several books off and onto the floor, suddenly all of the strange people in robes turned to where the sound had come from and begun to make their way towards him. Harry decided to make a run for it and ran towards the back exit when he began screaming in pain as he was engulfed in blinding pain. Harry couldn't think, he couldn't move, he couldn't even breath, after what seemed like hours the pain disappeared and he was finally able to suck in several deep breaths, he heard laughter and looked up to see the robed men had surrounded him," How stupid are you boy? Did you really think you could hide from us?" Harry was once again engulfed in pain and began to scream until his voice became hoarse.

The pain was unbearable and the only thing Harry wanted was to die, anything to escape this God awful pain. Hearing these people laugh at his misery pushed him over the edge, memories of the torture he suffered at the hands of the Dursleys fueled his rage and with a scream of anger he released his rage and all of his torturers flew backwards into the walls and into the bookcases knocking them over. Continuing his assault, Harry picked up the nearest masked man with his powers and threw it at several

other people who had just gotten back up on their feet and knocked them over again. His instincts' were screaming at him to dodge and he dropped down to the ground and a green light hit another masked man in the chest and knocked him to the ground and did not get up again.

Harry jumped up back to his feet and turned around to the source of the light and saw one of the masked men holding a long piece of wood,"Avada Ked-", Harry did not give the man the chance to finish and shot a wave of blue electricity at him, burning him to a crisp. Everyone was knocked to the ground when another explosion rocked the building as the back wall behind them exploded and people in gray robes began flooding into the building. Snarling, Harry used his powers to pick up the desk and crushed into wood splinters, then he launched the wood shards at gray and black robed people alike mowing down people and quickly began sprinting towards the front entrance.

Harry heard screaming behind him and saw a large dragon made of flame consuming everything in its' path and making its way towards him. Harry once again tried to speed up but no matter how fast he moved it was always gaining on him. Cursing to himself, Harry had no choice but to use his powers once again to escape, but the combination of fear and the adrenaline pumping threw his veins, he could not form a coherent thought to think about where he wanted to be and wildly flared his power in desperation hoping to end up somewhere far far away from here. Soon Harry felt the familiar tugging in his gut and his vision began to blur as the world spun around him.

Walking threw the pile of corpses were two men, one of them was an old man with long flowing white hair and beard wearing extravagant purple robes and hat. The other man was a tall dark skinned man wearing blue robes walking beside the older man." My men have not been able to locate the boy headmaster." The man in the purple robes sighed in disappointment and regret, if they had just been a few minutes earlier they might have been able to save their target from the clutches of these death eaters. More than thirty men and women were sent on this mission to save Harry had been a complete failure and ended up with half of them with serious injuries and ten others dead.

Of course the death eaters were worse off than them, only two of the twenty death eaters initially encountered remained, the rest had either fled or died in the battle." I just don't understand how he could have disappeared like that Kingsley, one moment he was running towards the entrance the next he was gone!" Kingsley turned to the older man,"could it be possible that he accidentally apparated Dumbledore?" Sighing Dumbledore stroked his beard in complication, "it just doesn't make sense, that level of magic should not be possible for someone so young." Dumbledore only hoped that Harry would turn up soon, he was going to be the deciding power in the final confrontation with he-who-must-not-be-named, it was not widely known but Voldemort had created several horcruxes before his death and it tied him to this plane of existence. He just hoped that wherever Harry was that he was safe.

Harry was watching the scene play out before him, it was as if he was watching the events of the scene play out before him. He was watching someone who he could not quite make out torturing his family to death. He watched as Dudley was burnt to a crisp by lightning while screaming for mercy and crying. He watched as Petunia screamed at seeing her only son dead in front of her and watched in horror as she was lifted into the air scratching at her throat trying to suck in a breath of air as the panic flashed in her eyes, eventually her attempts at clawing for freedom become more desperate and her own hands began tearing into her own throat leaving her neck in bloody strips. Next Harry was forced to watch as the mysterious figure push his uncle threw the wall of his home and the house exploded into an inferno and he was forced to watch as the flesh began to melt off his bones as his uncle screamed in pain.

After the screams of his uncle died out the mysterious man turned around and Harry was terrified at what he saw. The killer looked like an exact copy of himself except something about him was wrong, his skin was unnaturally pale and sickly looking, he could see the veins pulsing underneath his skin and

his nails were long, broken, and yellow. The phantom of himself gave him a menacing smile showing off black rotten teeth, but the most terrifying part of him was his eyes, his eyes were a cruel menacing blood red color that glowed with hate and malice. Harry screamed as the corpse ran towards him and wrapped its cold hands around his neck, intending for him to be his next victim.

Harry awoke with a start on a cold stone floor, Harry rose to his feet but realized he could not see even a foot ahead of him. Walking blindly forward Harry reached out and finally felt a wall of stone next to him, Harry kept his hand on the wall to make sure he did not lose his way and began walking forward again, the path led up and down and several times it went back in on itself. After what felt like hours of stumbling in the darkness the path finally began to lead upwards and it slowly began to grow slightly brighter until he could just make out that a large stone was blocking the entrance and several rays of light leaked into the building.

Moving next to the large stone Harry began to push on the rock with all of his might until it finally began to shift and slowly rolled out of the way just enough until he could squeeze threw and was blinded by the light of the sun. Once Harry's sight adjusted to the brightness he could finally see and what he saw shocked, one side led to into a valley with large impressive looking stone temples and he could feel the valley thrumming with a familiar power, the other side led to a large, open, red desert and in the distance he could make out a small clump of buildings. Harry decided to take his chances with the valley and began making his way onto the path of his destiny.

Authors Note: So i'm pretty excited to be starting on my first story, I've always felt that the best crossover stories on this site were the ones' about Harry Potter and Star Wars so I have decided to take a shot at it myself. The next thing I want to say is that this is mostly going to be based in the old canon, which is easily the more interesting than the new canon but I might steal a few things from the new canon such as characters or ideas if I think they will work well. Lastly I just want to say don't expect a pattern with me I do go through periods where I simply am too busy to be writing but I never will just abandon a story unless I plan on remaking it. So here's to a great new story and I hope you've enjoyed it.