"Talking"
Thinking
"Dark Star speech/demonic speech"

Chapter 1 - Witness the Dark Star

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Warning: this story will have gore, torture; both mental and physical; and cannibalism.

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It had happened the moment he donned his father's heirloom, the Cloak. One moment he was in front of Ron in the Gryffindor Common Room, the next he was among the stars, the darkness space seemingly engulfing him from all around.

"Ahh…what have we here?" Harry felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound, it sounded…wrong. He looked around frantically to find the owner of the voice, but after a minute of nothing happening he decided maybe he was hearing things, and began to try to understand what was happening. Ron had asked him to cover himself with the cloak, wanting to witness it. The following moment he felt himself dragged away, and he stood in the void, his eyes searching for anything that could take him back.

"Hahahahaha…" Harry felt like crying at the sound of laughter, more than his Uncle, more than anything he'd seen since becoming part of this new world of magic, that simple sound frightened him, it was like it could reach into his soul, and twist whatever goodness was there. "And so the fabled master appears…" the voice sounded highly amused, and again Harry couldn't find its source as the voice came from all directions around him. He momentarily wondered what it meant by master, but before his mind could begin forming any actual thoughts that made some amount of sense on the matter; he froze once more as it continued. "Oh how I looked forward to this…"

This time he could pinpoint where the voice came from, and it came from above him, so he turned his head upward, and to fall back in terror, as whatever it was, was huge. He couldn't begin to describe the creature, but his head…he could see the horns, the sharp teeth, even as it grinned down at him…

"Harry James Potter…" the voice drawled, sounding highly amused at his predicament. Harry was so terrified he felt himself lose control of his bladder, he could feel the hot liquid spreading in his pajama pants as tears fell from his eyes. "So you came in contact with one of Death's gifts." It contemplated him for what felt like an eternity, and Harry didn't know what was worse, wanting it to kill him so this nightmare would end, or the fact that somewhere deep inside he simply wanted to die so he didn't return to the Dursleys anymore.

"Die? No, boy, Death cannot take you…anymore…" The being laughed maniacally at that; making the eleven year old shudder in fear once more, closing his eyes if only momentarily before he lost control of his body and being forced to look once more to the being in front of him. "I contemplated on how to proceed once we met, child…and the conclusion I came to will benefit you, and regardless of the outcome, amuse me."

"You see, I am the Dark Star, all-consuming and all powerful. But I am also…extremely bored. I have consumed all in my original dimension, therefore I decided to travel…but I consumed enough Suns, enough deities…doing it all again won't satiate me." The being began to shrink in itself, forming a dark hole with its garments as it did so, and reappeared directly in front of Harry. "That is where you come in, child. As I consumed this dimension's Death, I received visions of someone who would force it to serve. That vision intrigued me." It took a few steps, approaching Harry and standing dangerously close now.

"You, child, if my visions are correct, will be an extremely powerful entity in this universe. And I want to see just how far you can grow. I will give you a fragment of my power…and I give it to you in the hopes that one day you come to know the hunger I feel, and perhaps we'll gladiate at one point." The being began lifting one of its hands toward Harry, and for the first time he saw what it carried. A dark orb, not unlike a black hole rose until it rested inches from his face, and Harry felt himself being sucked into it, despite his cries of protest.

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He wasn't sure how long he'd been afloat, but he did know he grew during that time, and he became an adult as he drifted in the nothingness. He didn't know how old he was, as time was meaningless to him during that time, but it wasn't a cruelty, as it was like he was dreaming, with his eyes open, he didn't feel the need to eat, to go to the bathroom, no fear…nothing.

He had surrendered himself to that fate, when something new happened, he fell once again, into a land he had no clue about, and was found by scholars, or at least people that introduced themselves as scholars, and they took him in, fed him, taught over the course of many months, and ultimately sent him to a vault, to be their keeper of magical artifacts. He was not alone, however, as there was someone else, a woman, with him; his teacher, they said.

They didn't speak for the first few weeks, Harry simply adapted to the routine, he would inspect every artifact closed in the vault with them, to ensure their functionality, walk out of the vault with the woman for their meals, and sleep on the room adjacent to the one they worked. It wasn't until their third month working together that the woman first spoke with him, her eyes darting toward the shadows.

"Do you hear…? This…song….?" Harry had found the woman's voice to be enticing, but he ignored that in favor of paying attention to any other sounds coming from the room, but he could hear nothing, no song, no voices, just the sound of his breathing, and hers. He didn't get to respond as the question had barely left her lips she was back to her original position, sitting in front of an old tome, inspecting it.

The following day something similar happened, but instead of worried, she turned to him with a seductive smile, and winked at him. But as he blinked in confusion, and to ensure his sight had not failed him, the woman was once again in her original pose, reading from a tome or other as he was left confused and a little afraid of the place both were locked in.

Day in and day out he would see similar things, and they escalated in intensity. To the point where, one day he could have sworn she kissed him, and whispered sexily in his ear "I know you want me…come and take me." At first he was sure it was the dark magics they were surrounded by that were simply working their way into their minds, but the longer it went on, every day she would go further and further, touches that left his skin burning with desire, promises of love he'd longed to hear since he was a child, to always stay together, never leaving each other's' side…after what for him were countless years of this routine, of him asking her if that was what she really wanted, of him holding his own desires back, Harry had finally fallen, prey to the Dark Magics, and he did indeed take the woman, whose name he never really learned. But that did not bother him in the slightest, all that matter were their bodies united in love as they now were, her eyes on his, that beautiful smile on her face…

As another session of their passionate lovemaking ended, Harry pulled away from his woman, smiling down at her, and he was about to speak to her, but he saw what was actually behind the illusions he had been seeing for the past year. There was no one under him, there was no one else locked away in the vault with him. He had been alone this past year, and the artifacts lured him in with the one thing he desired more than anything, companionship. The dark haired man looked at where he could have sworn his beloved one was moments ago, a stunned expression at the realization that the companion he'd found had been a lie, fabricated in order to…torment him. He remembered all the times they left the vault together, the strange looks he'd receive. He always thought it was because he had let his hair grow, as she'd told him she liked it, but all eyes were always on him, all greeting went to him. No one else acknowledged her existence; no one else saw her…she was never there. All their conversations, their plans for the future, a family once their service was done for…Harry hid his face in his hands as he sobbed, agonizing in his own solitude.

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† Timeskip: 5 Years Later †

He didn't know how long he'd been down there anymore, nor did he care. He only knew he wanted payback for the suffering he went through, to believe he wasn't alone anymore, only to have it taken from him, for their amusement. He had been inspecting a book; the book the woman would read daily, when an idea struck. They had reveled in his suffering from the day the truth was unleashed before his eyes, so maybe he could cause them some suffering as well.

The book in his grasp was a living book, meaning it could feel whatever was done to it, and as Harry took hold of a page to turn, he pulled, tearing that single page from the book, relishing in the fact that, although it couldn't scream in pain at what was done, it nonetheless suffered. He took another page in his hand, tearing that one was well. He could feel the anguish exhaling from the book, and that knowledge brought him untold amounts of pleasure. He came close to completely killing the book; and by killing, Harry of course meant tearing every single page from it; but as only one remained, he would restore the book to its entirety, only to restart his methodical tearing of the pages.

He knew where every artifact resided, and as such he knew of this one mirror, containing the memories of an age old mage that was near the stairs leading to the outside. Harry walked toward it, ignoring momentarily everything else inside the vault. The mage inside watched curiously for a moment, before Harry, a sadistic grin on his face, scratched the surface of the of the mirror, not stopping until it was completely opaque from the abuse he'd put it through, trapping the mage inside in complete darkness before he restored the artifact, only to begin anew.

Another year had come and gone and Harry had grown very efficient in his handling of the artifacts. There was untold amounts of spells inside that vault, and if there one thing Harry knew about magic is that it liked to be used, so even that he used as a means to torture the artifacts, he'd read a spell, and follow the incantation to the letter…until the last syllable, where he would simply allow it to die in his lips, the word trailing into nothingness before it could be completed.

All the while he had, of course, mastered the exquisite art of covering his own atrocities. No one in the order was the wiser when it came to his torture of their precious little artifacts, and it brought him even more joy to know that, he could tear that one book page for page daily, reattach it all and the following day he could do so again if he so desired, because not a single soul would stop him. Why, though…why do I need to hide my work? The former wizard; he could not perform a single magic during his time in this new land, given he didn't have access to his wand, and the artifacts apparently fed off his magic, making themselves more powerful the more he'd resisted; found himself wondering as he finished his work of restoring the living book once more. Why can't I show this magnificent suffering?

Weeks rolled by as he continued his new routine of finding ways to cause suffering to the artifacts that surrounded him, until one day the others in the order brought him human company. Specifically a warlock, dragged into the vault in chains, who'd somehow gone and made himself immortal; no matter the wound he received he would simply heal; and Harry just couldn't wait to become acquainted with this poor soul.

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† Timeskip: One Month Later †

Harry finished his meal beside the warlock that had been brought to him, as the man cried in agony from his torn flesh across his back, a serene smile on his face as he ate. It had been some time since he last joined the others in a meal, and if he was honest Harry believed the order had simply forgotten about him down there, along with the lesser dark artifacts he watched over. Not the he cared, of course, it simply meant there was no need to be secretive about his passion.

Harry dropped the fork, having finished another meal, taking the hook he used to rend the flesh from the warlock's bones, and moved around his vault; yes, he had come to see that space as his lair, his own personal paradise; the chains attached to it dragging on the ground below, Harry laughed as the warlock whimpered, trembling in fear at the sound. What was even more satisfying was the fact that the warlock no longer needed to be contained, as simply the fear the man felt at the mere sound of the dragging chains was enough to keep him…docile.

It had been some time since Harry had made an appearance on the surface, his skin had become pale from the lack of sunlight, but for some reason his physical health didn't seem to deteriorate, there was no change to his lean form, his face was still angular, he felt no weaker than he was when they appointed him to this job. Harry wore the same outfit since day one, only removing it in order to have said outfit cleaned. It consisted of a long dark coat, under which he wore nothing. Dark pants covered his lower body and on his feet, boots that reached to his knees.

On his arms, over the coat Harry wore the chains that once bound the warlock under his care. Carefully wrapped around each forearm in such a way there would be left overs to drag across the stone floor whenever he chose to roam the vault, simply to torment his charge. The hook was held firmly in his right hand, and he would twirl it as he walked, grabbing the chains he connected to it. There were, of course other things composing his uniform, so to speak. The keys to many other locked relics lay on his waist, hanging from their own chain.

The order scarcely came to check on him or his wards anymore. Of course, mayhap it had to do with the disappearance of quite a few of its members, who would, unaware of the danger, come into his domain for information. The first time he threw his hook at someone, that first member or the order to trespass without authorization, Harry felt a sense of…joy at the sound of metal crushing flesh, and he pulled the man inside, slowly, even as the magics around closed the door for him.

That man had been his first…subject coming from outside cursed relics or moronic warlocks. He relished in prolonging his torment for as long as possible before he finally perished, his wounds too grievous, his flayed skin, unsalvageable.

Then it came, the day that would forever be known as Ruination, the day everything died. Everything except, of course, for him

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AN: Welp, been a while. I won't go into my personal life anymore, don't worry, lesson learned, but I'll say that, that comment I read got me to a bad place and I had to leave for some time. I'll say this, answering that person who's nick I don't remember...I'm sorry for what you have to go through, and you're right I don't know your problems, but you really don't know mine, no two people experience things in a similar manner, but instead of being rational about it you prefer to act the way you do. So I'm sorry.

Now that that's out of the way, lemme say I'm not exactly back, this story just has been dancing in my head for a while, because I've been playing a lot of League of Legends lately, just for laughs and I really, really love Thresh. So much so Harry's pairing will be a female version of him '-'

Updates will be inconsistent at best as I'm still working through my shit, psychiatrist and all that, so bear with me awhile longer, I'm almost through the bad times...well I'll be medicated most of the time, but I'll hopefully be in writing condition then =P

Now for questions about this story. I want to make it a single pairing, Harry/FemThresh, but I'm not against the idea of a Harem, so if you want it, let me know in the comments and I'll...eventually read them (I'll be honest and say I'm not reading any at the moment, I'm afraid I'll lose the nerve to write again) and say who you think would fit this personality I'm giving Harry...oh and keep in mind he will be a Yandere when it comes to his loved ones, so if you point out someone I think wouldn't like, we'll have a character death as a result. Just sayin '-'

What else...The Conqueror, my "gem" so to speak, I'm rewriting the next chapter as I said before, I didn't like the direction things were going before, so now I'll take some time longer to finish. Sorry not sorry and all that '-'

I think that about sums it up...see ya.