Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Summary : After a figth with his uncle, Harry enter his subconscious and acidently unleashes his magical essense causing him to change into a more powerful being. Their will be alot of R rated stuff in this story, lot of blood, dark themes and sexual situations (hehe Situations meaning a few sex scenes)
Author's Note: Sorry took so long to update, my annoying computer decided to go Boom! (well no really just kinda died) new computer new chapter.
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Harry had spent his whole life injuring pain and had never felt anything like this.
When he was little he used to get hit if he showed 'a bit of cheek'. It slowly progressed from their. When he was old enough he got beatings, every so often with in an inch of his life.
But the Wizarding-World changed everything he knew about pain.
Harry's encounter with Voldemort in his first year helped him release their was more then just physical abuse in' the world of pain'.
He experienced a burning pain that night that Voldemort fled. While Quirrell fought him, trying to take the stone, his scar and skin burned with such intensity he had lost consciousness. Even when he was beaten he had never lost consciousness.
Poison was similar to his first years experience; it was the same extremely intense pain. But I suppose when you are always in pain, after a while you get used to it. This time he managed to stay awake while the white hot pain spread through his body, fighting until his last breath (how very Gryffindor).
Third year introduced Harry to a deeper pain than what he had felt in the past. Emotion pain is weird in many ways, but the main difference between emotional and physical was that emotional attacked your soul.
Your soul never healed.
The 'Cruciatus Curse' caught Harry of guard the first time he experienced it. It was a pain like no other. The curse scratched, bit and ripped at your skin, flesh and bones. It really just hurt like Hell.
But while the 'Cruciatus Curse' dissolved you nerves like acid, the pain Harry felt at the moment was the complete opposite. He could feel his nerved growing, not in size but in power. Harry felt like his body and soul was exploding with power, and quiet frankly Harry fucking loved it.
Bellatrix stood still, eyes in wide as her husband's ashes slowly begun to rest on the dungeon floor, and the shoulders and hoods of Death-Eaters.
She watched as The-Boy-Who-Lived body thrashed against the shackles.
Her master looked lost for words, and as the boy's body gave a particularly violent thrash, Bellatrix was positive she heard her master squeak.
'Master, what should we do now?' one queried, slowly brushing the ash off his robes.
Voldemort didn't seem to notice any thing other than retrained boy.
'Master!?'
The pain started to grow around his body, Harry could feel his ribs expanding, he could feel his legs lengthening it was as though he was growing at an extremely fast pace. He felt his muscles thickening, he felt stronger, and he felt more stable, the pain started to recede.
But the moment the pain stopped.
'What the fuck'
The sight before Bellatrix was the strangest she had ever seen, the boy's body was growing.
His hair grew first, slowly it crept down his back ceasing it progress around his feet. His body begun to grow as well, his legs grew a few inches, as did his arms. The boys shoulders broadened, and his face lengthened. His skinny arms started to thicken with muscles, not to big so it would slow his nimbleness, but enough to look strong.
His mind and soul was under attack now, he could feel the knowledge of past and present flowing into his brain. His mind was a jumble he could not make heads or tails of his memories, or information.
His soul was in the most pain, he could feel it expanding, and surprisingly healing, the grief he felt for Sirius, Cedric, his parents disappeared. He felt stronger than he had ever before.
He felt Powerful.
He was ready to go back.
Harry's eyes shot open, slowly focusing to the sight before him. He was in a room with several people; all were wearing black, their faces hidden behind charcoal hoods and pearly-white masks, except one.
Voldemort
He was still his normal ugly self. Skin was a sickly pale colour, and his eyes were slits of glowing red, he looked snake-like and this look was accentuated by his flat nose that had to slits for nostrils.
Harry noticed he was dangling of the floor; held by metal clasp.
The group of hooded death-eaters seemed captured in place, mouths agape.
'Well if they were waiting for something' Harry thought 'he was going to give them a little show'
'He would start the show with a bit of ignorance.'
'We're a-a-am I' Harry stuttered, maybe his meeting with Quirrell wasn't a waste of time 'who a-are y-you?'
Voldemort shook his head slightly, as though clearing his thoughts. A sneer formed on his face intensifying the snake-look that his face so closely resembled.
'Well I think who we are is completely obvious, isn't it?' Voldemort hissed 'honestly, how many people do you know look like me, how many people you know would look like all of us'.
The edge of Harry's lips quirked slightly, and his eye furrowed. A look of fake confusion surprised and fear past of his face.
'V-Voldemort?'
There was a slight angry whispers coming from the crowed of hooded figures. Voldemort's eyes flashed bright red, as he scowl.
'Do not speak my name' hissed Voldemort, voice laced with venom.
Harry felt a brief bit of irritation from his forehead, his scar was slightly burning. That's one thing the transformation didn't cure, it was slightly annoying that Voldemort would hang on to the connection through all these years.
'Well I'm not going to torture you' Voldemort hissed 'or ask for you to join me; I am simply going to kill you'.
Harry couldn't help but smirk at Voldemort's plan. Even if Voldemort did manage to kill Harry, Voldemort would go down with him.
Bellatrix didn't know how she knew but something about the boy's facial expressions, and 'scared' voice seemed artificial. When she had met the boy in the Ministry he had been slightly confused but never a whimpering, gutless idiot. He had held his head high and played with them, regardless of his position; Bellatrix couldn't imagine a 'Potter' being a coward.
The boy smirked at the death threat her master just made, he knew something that made the threat somewhat amusing. With a slight jerk of the boy's hands the metal clasps shattered into several pieces, repeating the process with his feet he dropped to his feat gently massaged his wrist. With a smirk still plaguing his face, he raised his hand and muttered something under his breath. Bellatrix suddenly felt stiff, it felt like her whole body was being restrained. Her head was being forced to face forward too her captor.
'Just going to kill me are you Tommy-boy' the boy taunted 'not even going to say "you have irked me you pesky boy" I'm slightly appalled by your evil hospitality'
Bellatrix giggled slightly; generally her master would make some big speech about why we were here and why he was killing that individual, he must be really desperate if he didn't make the 'speech'.
Harry had heard someone giggle from the back of the room, it sounded feminine. It slightly surprised him that any of Voldemort's followers found this situation funny.
Harry cast a silencing charm with the wave of his hand and stalked over too were the titter came from.
As he reached the figure he noticed how shapely it was, it was obviously female. Her lips were so alluring, there a light ruby, and contrasted well against the women's milky white skin. He peered into the eyes behind the mask, they were strangely a light shade of violet, he felt entranced, why would such a beautiful, enchanting women lower her self to such a level of filth.
Harry with another wave of his hand the figure slightly relaxed, he had taken the body-binding hex off of her, and gently removed her mask.
Harry stood frozen, he couldn't help but open and closing his mouth, trying desperately to form words. The beautiful woman in front of him was none other than the killer of his godfather. He felt his stomach painfully restrict at the thoughts of this murdering filth.
'Bitch' he whispered harshly causing Bellatrix to flinch.
Bellatrix looked scared; involuntary tears escaped her now blurred eyes. Harry felt hate rising in his very soul, he could feel magic pulsing through his body.
Bellatrix was now sobbing; she looked downcast, causing Harry to slightly frown. Harry didn't think that Lestrange could feel guilt, yet here she was crying to her self. Harry couldn't help but pity the women in front of him, his anger weaken.
'I really didn't want to kill him, it was only' her voice faltered for a second as she scrubbed her eyes in frustration 'I only tried to stun him, take him out of the battle'.
Harry remembered back to his Godfathers untimely demise, it wasn't the sickly green colour that finished of Sirius; it was the bright red flash of a 'Stupefy charm'.
(A/N: is it a Stupefy 'Charm?' I got that of HP lexicon so hopefully it's right)
Yet in the end the spell still sealed Sirius's fate, even if it was an accident she still killed him.
He reached beneath her chin and tilted so their eyes meet, she was looking slightly uncertain at what was happening. His mind was made up of what he was going to do.
Harry had decided that the Order of the Phoenix and Voldemort's Death Eaters were an annoyance, he was going to destroy both parties from the inside out. But to do this he also needed followers, but Harry wouldn't just choose anyone, he wanted the best. Dumbledore and Voldemort (especially Voldemort) seemed to attract brilliant minds to there side, yet at the same time the attracted the stupidest most incompetent filth that light and dark had to offer. Voldemort must have really pissed someone off in his last life to attract intellectual incompetent people such as Crabbe, Goyle and Pettigrew as servants. Dumbledore, on the other hand, attracted a different type of filth, dodgy hoodlums in for an easy buck (well not that easy) and greasy bat-like Potion Professors.
Harry though as Bellatrix as the best in her field of expertise, she was and probably always be a sadistic wench. Be that as it may she was still a good torturer, it was almost like watching art as she twisted her victim into an involuntary rage, and she her self probably held great satisfaction in the fact they were unable to fight with out danger of pain and death.
'Although you didn't actually intentionally kill him Bellatrix' Harry whispered still gazing into her eyes 'you have to be punished'.
Bellatrix looked fearful at Harry's pledge; she quivered as he held her chin.
'What must I do?' Her voice but a whisper, she sounded defeated.
Harry's face visibly lit up with the though of revenge, he grabbed her marked arm and slide the sleeve up around her elbow. Their engraved in her skin was the tattoo; dubbed 'the dark mark' the only thing that he could really say about it was that it was ugly. A skull with a snake protruding was not a very pretty sight.
Harry leant forward and softly whispered into her ear 'you will be my servant, for evermore'. Bellatrix's eyes widened in shock, she seemed too stunned to even move.
'Bu-but I'm already bonded to Voldemort with that mark' Harry merely chuckled.
Bellatrix couldn't help but gasp as she felt her arm burn, it felt like thousands of white-hot knifes were being drive painfully into her right arm. She watched closely, though her eyes were bleary, as her mark slowly faded until her skin was left blank. She felt so happy her mark was finally gone, she had longed for this day ever since she was cast into Azkaban, and she found her master weak, a bumbling fool to be exact. But she had to stay by him; the mark was more of a tool than anything else. The mark could summon those who posses it, it could also destroy. If Voldemort thought that a follower was worthy of death he could do so easily, the mark connected there hearts to Voldemort. And now it was gone, she hadn't felt this free in years.
She leapt on to the-boy-that-freed-her and wept with happiness, she begun to frown slightly after a few minutes of weeping. She would again be a servant to a masters every whim again, but I suppose anything was better than being a death eater. Bellatrix slowly extracted her self and bowed to her new-master, keeping her head low. She heard her new-master chuckle slightly as his feet disappeared from her line of sight.
Looking up Bellatrix saw her new-master slowly walking from each cloaked figure to the next, each time unmasking them. He now walked to were he had been shackled, waving his hand every one blinked, they could move their heads, but as they tried to move their body they realised that they will still under his mercy.
'Don't worry I'm not going to kill any of you…yet' Bellatrix noticed his voice had changed since the ministry, back then it was proud, yet slightly weak, but now it was full of power it caused the hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end.
'Potter, you could join us, you could be great' Bellatrix couldn't help but giggle at yet another 'speech' Voldemort was making.
Her new-master bowed mockingly at the Dark Lord and begun a 'speech' of his very own.
'Why of course, absolutely' he said, sarcasm just dripping from every word 'why would I not join you, first you kill my parents, then you try to kill, you almost killed one of the Weasleys, you killed Cedric Diggory, yet again trying to kill me, basically you're a very bad boy, I suppose you ruined my life as well, why wouldn't I join you'
Voldemort actually looked hopeful.
'What a fucking shit-cake' Bellatrix thought.
'For the love of Merlin, do you really think I'm going to join you, holy shit you stupid fuck' Bellatrix was practically rolling around the ground laughing hysterically by now. Voldemort looked angery now; he looked like his was getting ready for another speech, which sent Bellatrix into another fit of giggles. But her new-master prevents the slow agonising torture, by silencing the Dark Lord.
'I'm simply going to go, but first I'm going to destroy any memory of me in my current state' with another wave of his hand, Bellatrix noticed that they all had rather blank looks on their faces 'I escaped with the help of Lestrange, male one that is, but he and I died in the process, Bellatrix was killed with him, alright?' They all nodded stupidly.
With out a second glance at the group of dazed wizards Harry made his way over to Bellatrix and grabbed hold of her hand, suddenly she felt a weird pull.
(A/N; Done not to bad on word count ether, very tired now and overly HOT its like boiling over here in New zealand, gah!)
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