Disclaimer- Harry potter is the property of J.K Rowling.

My name is Harry potter I lay broken and bleeding on the floor of my room.

My uncle’s first punch had taken me by surprise. In retrospect maybe I should have seen it coming. He had been angry when he had picked me up from the train station and had steadily gotten worse on the drive to Number four.

The first punch had landed squarely on my jaw before I had a chance to react. It dazed me so much that I only knew about the second punch when I doubled over.

The third hit came directly on the back of my head and must have knocked me out because when I came to I ached all over and was still being kicked.

I tried to lift crawl to my bed but that only managed to move a few inches before falling down with a strangled scream. The scream was apparently enough to attract the attention of my uncle. I could here the thunder his footsteps made on the stairs I used the few seconds I had to brace myself for the beating I knew was coming.

My uncle burst through the door looking murderous and proceeded to kick me where it hurt (In my balls). In one of my more lucid moments I wondered what I had done. My question was answered moments later when Vernon said something along the lines of trying to hurt dudders the freaks with their poison candies. Well now it seemed Vernon was blaming the wizarding world for my cousin looking like

Shamu I thought to myself. Wait Fred and George god I’m going to kill those idiots I can’t believe he is going this crazy over that well I can I thought as his foot slammed into my stomach.

As what was rapidly approaching routine usual somewhere in the haze of pain that was my uncle “disciplining me” his foot either connected with my head or maybe the pain was just to much either way I passed out.

I came to later somewhere once again in pain this time. I was smart enough to avoid calling out. Something about this whole scenario seemed odd not so much Vernon losing it and beating me I always kind of figured that would happen eventually. It just seemed odd that I could face down dark lords but come home and be beaten like this. A small voice in the back of my head one that had become a lot more vocal since the graveyard told me I should kill them. That was wrong wasn’t it? I was Harry potter defender of the good and righteous could I seriously be contemplating killing my relatives. Well at least that was an impossible option I couldn’t find my wand anywhere they must have taken it from me.

It was amazing that only a few weeks ago I had seen my parents I wonder what would happen if they were alive probably kill the Dursley’s I thought. Do it yourself the dark voice came back nothing but muggle filth “quiet you” I said quietly to the voice great now I am blood purist to I thought. I had jut got around to wondering where Hedwig was when my uncle burst through the door.

He dragged me off my bed and proceeded to beat the living shit out of me Muttering under his breath about freaks needing to be taught a lesson.

As my uncle’s foot collided with my stomach the voice came back in my head I need to be stronger faster more powerful.

Nobody should be able to so this to me I am a wizard I am natures nobility and he is a filthy muggle beast scarcely more intelligent then a troll. What was that.

I must be stronger so this cannot not happen so people like Dumbledore can’t just order me around like their puppet. Where did that come from Dumbledore was always right right?

I need to be stronger faster so Voldemort can not hope to beat me.

I need to be stronger faster more powerful so people like Cho can’t say no. At this point a small voice in my head said I was going down a bad path but I didn’t care anymore.

I needed to be stronger faster more powerful so people would bow beneath me like they did Voldemort. Definitely not good said a small part of me but the evil voice was drowning it out.

I need to be stronger better faster so I can rule the world.

At that exact moment something inside me broke. The evil voice that had been growing took over imprisoning the voice that had been me in a far off corner in my mind where it’s protest were barley audible,

I could feel the power rushing into me it was intoxicating and at that moment I knew I controlled the fate of this pitiful muggle in front of me. I felt my injuries heal and I saw Vernon tense up and fall as though hit with a full body bind. I wanted to make him suffer.

Some how my wand found it’s way from where ever Vernon had it hidden. I advanced on him wand in hand it was at that moment that I noticed an owl fly onto the windowsill and tap on the glass. I reached for the window and let the owl in. Big surprise I thought the ministry.

I started to read the letter out loud to Vernon in a gloating manner as if to suggest I was no longer bound by law.

“Dear Mr. Potter”

“Oh how nice they remember my name isn’t freak Vernon” I said in a dark voice

“Well there records seems to be off I remember it being 9:22 sloppy record keeping” I said in a conversational tone while shaking my head. Oh how I loved the look of fear on his face maybe I would cut off his whale of a son’s finger in front of him see how he would react.

“Oh look Vernon they mentioned you how nice”

“That’s a mouthful” I said musingly “they ought to shorten it don’t you think” I said to Vernon. “Well don’t you filth” I said kicking him when he didn’t respond not that he could sniffling in fear as he was.

“Expel me that’s a laugh the ministry talks a big game but don’t worry Vernon there scared of me like you should be” I said dangerously. I began to continue down the letter when a unique smell hit my nose “good god Vernon did you just piss yourself” I said before laughing at him.

“You won’t like that will you Vernon freaks all over your lawn” I said.

“Well they’ll have to catch me first won’t they Vernon” I said.

“That was nice of her to include the last bit don’t you think wishing me well such a nice women don’t you think Vernon” I said happily.

“Where was I” I said musingly even though I knew that I was about to torture Vernon it was always nice to leave him in suspense. Oh now I said I remember a look of glee coming over my face I was about to teach you a lesson the freak way. I summoned my feelings of complete loathing ready to get back at this man for years of abuse and neglect at his hands Cruci- I never saw the red light that stunned me nor did I hear the familiar voice growl obliviatate above me.

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“HARRY Ron, he’s awake” Hermione yelled in my ear as I came back to life. “What happened” I asked groggily. “We don’t know the order of the phoenix found you hurt close to your relative’s house. Professor moody said you mumbled something about assailants and passed out” Hermione said worriedly.

“I can’t remember anything about that” I said confused. “Short term memory loss Mr. Potter often occurs due to a head injury” said Madam Promfey as she came into the room. “Exactly how much can you remember” “I can remember walking in the door of my relative’s house after leaving the train station from there on it’s all just a blank”. “Yes well that is to be expected your lucky you managed to get away with only losing 2 days” with the injuries you sustained. “I recommend another day of bed rest” said Madame promfey. Here drink this madam Promfey said you need some rest. I felt the comforting embrace of the sleeping potion.

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I came to around ten hours later I know that because that is the usual duration of sleeping potions I do study Snape I thought to myself. “Harry” said Hermione “your awake again”. “I’m hungry” I said while Ron who was sitting in the chair besides my bed just laughed. Hermione left presumably to get some food. “So before I fell asleep Hermione mentioned something about an order of the phoenix what is that I asked.

“The order of the phoenix Dumbledore is in charge he founded it, it’s a group of people that fought you know who last time” Ron said. “Who’s in it” I asked, a lot of people me and Hermione have met about 20 them but we think there are more“.

“What is the order doing” I asked desperate for any information on the war “we don’t really know but it’s has to be something good” right Ron said.

Before I could ask anything else Mrs. Weasley burst through the door followed by Hermione who was carrying a tray. Before I could get a good look at my meal Mrs. Weasley pulled me into a giant hug and began fussing over me and muttering something about incompetent guards and killing Fletcher.

Now Harry dear me Ron and Hermione have to go clean I hope you don’t mind being left alone Mrs. Weasley said over the protest of my friends. Of course Mrs. Weasley I said at this point I would sell my left nut for food”. My dignity allowed me to wait for Mrs.Weasley to close the door before I tore threw the soup and sandwiches that had been left tome.

Ten minuets later and one tray of food down I was still hungry but a little less so it was then that Sirius decided to drop a bomb shell. He walked through the door and my first instinct was to run to him and hug the only father figure I had left but something on his face told me this wouldn’t be a happy reunion.

“Sirius What is wrong” I asked nervously, “well Harry when we found you a owl was trying to deliver this sometime during the fight you must have used magic and well”. Sirius appeared to be at lost for words and just handed me a letter with the ministry seal on it. I timidly unfolded the letter and began to read.

I heard Sirius say something about Dumbledore arranging for the expulsion to be held until the trail and how he had guaranteed getting me off. But I wasn’t listening something inside of me had died or at least been wounded my first home I was never going to see my home again. I was shaken out by Sirius who looked worried I put on a brave face and said something along the lines of can I get more food. My brave face although pitiful seemed to satisfy Sirius and he left to go get some But I wasn’t hungry anymore.

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In a corner of my mind I wondered what was going on but I have a sinking feeling I already know.

But how this dream was to real.

I watched as my uncle beat me twice and how I had fought back and won I had watched as moody stunned me. I had watched as he oblivatiated me and then Dumbledore came.

“I told you letting the muggles have a go at him was a bad idea Albus” said the scarred form of mad eye moody. “True and you were right my friend but we can still turn this to our advantage after all you wiped his memory clean so their should be no effect of Mr. Potters brief fall” Dumbledore said. “So what if he gets expelled” “If Alastor if, we can easily turn this trail against fudge just imagine the streets are not safe in big bold letters on the prophet”, “with unnamed sources in the auror department saying there has been an increase in crime and dark activities we can turn this around Alastor we can still come out ahead” Dumbledore said calmly. “And Alastor tell no one of what the muggles did to Harry and what we did to him”. “Why they would still follow you even Sirius and the were-wolf wouldn’t go against you”. “True but I need my allies completly loyal not guilty”.

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Gone was the need to be normal It was replaced with the need to extraordinary.

Gone was the need for a large loving family it was replaced with the knowledge I was self reliant.

Gone was the blind fury of my evil voice it was tempered by my hero side into a manipulator.

Gone was the hero In it’s place I stood the new dark lord.

A/N I should warn everyone Harry will do very dark things in this story torture rape murder you name it he will do it. Understand that I don’t condone or endorse any of these acts. If you have moral objections that will make reading this story impossible to you I understand and commend you for sticking to your guns.

This story will be updated sporadically at best I have a life school and another big story I am working on. All that being said read and review.

KJP