Title: Darkness Reigns Supreme

Summary: With the torture and death of his last remaining relatives, Harry snaps. Pre-HBP, Azkaban!Harry, Evil & Sadistic!Harry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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Fifth of August, 1996. 10:45 PM.

Harry watched in absolute horror as Bellatrix Lestrange drove one of Aunt Petunia's huge kitchen knives through his Uncle Vernon's hand, pinning it down to the living room coffee table.

The scream of pain that came from his uncle's throat was unlike anything he had ever heard before. The knife had been previously heated to extreme temperatures with magical fire which was now making the skin around the wound it was lodged in blister. His uncle continued to howl in pain as Bellatrix hammered it deeper with a blunt object all the while cackling like a sadistic cow.

He really wanted to close his eyes but for unknown reasons he just couldn't tear his eyes off the knife protruding from his uncles hand. The blood had stopped flowing as the hot knife had sealed the veins ends with its intense heat.

Harry could do nothing as he was tied down to one of the kitchen tables chairs, arms and waist bound to the back of the chair. He had struggled for awhile but it had been futile, the ropes had only gotten tighter the harder he tried to escape.

His Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley were both huddled in a far corner of the room, being watched like hawks from three large men dressed in black cloaks and white masks. Petunia was continuously sobbing as her husband was reduced to tears from the pain he was in from his hand wound. Dudley had been frozen stiff with fear since they had arrived, hardly daring to breathe or even blink. The only way Harry knew he was still alive was because he had pissed his pants, the smell of urine having reached his nostrils.

Another scream announced the use of a second knife that had been plunged into his uncle's other hand, pinning it down next to the other. This knife wasn't heated therefore the wound continued to bleed all over the table and floor. Harry felt like he was going to be sick when he saw the gleeful face of his uncle's torturer. It was like a game too her, a silly little game that she enjoyed immensely.

Wrenching the knives out of her new playthings hands, she withdrew her wand from deep within her robes and levitated Vernon onto the coffee table where she quickly tied him down, spread eagle with conjured ropes. She was practically wetting herself with anticipation of what was to come as she vanished his shirt.

Motioning to someone who was standing behind him, Harry watched tensely as another man decked in the usual Death Eater outfit glided passed him to have a whispered conversation with Bellatrix. A few seconds later the man pointed his wand at Dudley as Bellatrix beamed with sadistic pleasure.

“Imperio!” The man snarled in contempt, the voice Harry was sure he had heard before but couldn't quite place with everything that was happening. The already blank look on his cousin's face become more profound as the curse took effect, ensnaring the mind of its target.

Slowly, Dudley's large frame rose to its feet, ignoring his mother's protesting sobs and walked calmly towards his father, picking up one of the large knives that were previously imbedded in Vernon's chubby hands. Vernon tried telling his son to run and save himself but it was pointless, he was under the control of the Death Eaters now, though it didn't stop him from trying.

Calmly kneeling by the table, Dudley slowly started carving words into the man's torso, ignoring the screams of pain from his father. Harry watched in morbid fascination as the word 'Mudblood' was carved onto Vernon's chest a number of times.

As this was happening, the other three that were standing around Petunia must have gotten bored and started a little fun of their own. Easily subduing her, they stripped her naked and started having turns at raping her, filling any thing that would take their manhoods. Her shrill screams were something that Harry would never forget.

“See what happens when you defy the Dark Lord, Potter.” Bellatrix cooed as she got right in his face, straddling his bound form, “Eventually, everyone who stands in his way will be dealt with. It's only a matter of time.” Slowly, Harry felt one of her hands making there way south down his front. He tried not to react to her touch but in the end, failed. “What do we have here?” She asked in a husky voice as her hand lowered the zip on his jeans and entered. Harry couldn't help the moan that escaped him as she grasped him hard in her hand, stroking him up and down as hard and fast as she could. He was rapidly becoming hard.

“Get off me now!” He spat, angry that she could provoke such a reaction from him. She just smirked at him.

Harry felt an unquenchable rage flare inside of him at that moment, a rage so powerful that it made the anger he felt after his godfather's death seem petty. He tried bucking her off but that just made things worse as her hand gripped him tighter. He turned his face as hers moved closer but it didn't matter, she wasn't after his mouth. Her lips latched onto his neck and started sucking and licking and nipping until it drove him over the wall. He growled as her thumb rubbed the end of his prick with each pump.

“You're a big boy, aren't you?” She whispered as she pulled away leaving a great red mark. He only groaned as her other hand made its way down and squeezed his balls.

With his uncle and aunt screaming in the background, he surged forward, crushing his lips to hers in the only way he knew how to vent his anger from the position he was in. In reality, he wanted nothing better than to slam her face into the nearest wall but instead he just thrust his tongue in, taking out his anger on the inside of her mouth.

Stopping for only a second, she quickly hiked her robes up around her waist before impaling herself on his throbbing dick. Harry couldn't help but throw his head back and gritting his teeth as she clenched tightly around him. Soon enough he was once again taking out his anger on her mouth as she bounced up and down on his lap, moaning loudly as he penetrated deeper and deeper with each downward thrust she made. The rage and pleasure mixed together with the thought of actually liking what he was doing with her caused his emotions to overload, pulling him in different directions. If Bellatrix had been paying attention, she would have seen his eyes flash crimson red, similar to the color of her Masters eyes.

“When I get out of this chair I'm going to tear your fucking throat out.” He snarled, ripping his mouth from hers, his eyes flashing once again. Harry felt her clench tighter around him; the sick cow had liked his words.

“I love it when you... oh, mmm... talk dirty.” She was now arching her back with her face pointed at the ceiling as she rode him. The chair sounded like it was coming apart with all the creaking it was making.

Hearing a particularly nasty scream, Harry looked around Bellatrix's bouncing body to see Dudley being tortured with the cruciatus. He was on the floor next to the coffee table, convulsing so much that he was running the risk of snapping his spine cord. Looking towards the coffee table, he saw multiple burn marks covering Vernon's body. The knives Dudley had been using to carve words into his chest were imbedded in his eye-sockets. The rage that was burning in the pit of his stomach increased at seeing the bloody mess that was Vernon Dursley.

“I'll kill you all!” He screamed, sounding for a few seconds, more demon than man, his green eyes once more flashing crimson. Bellatrix just squealed in reply as she drove down on him harder and harder. Harry was now starting to feel lightheaded from the rage and pleasure he was feeling and started seeing black dots in front of his eyes. It was too much for him.

“Get off me.” He protested weakly. She just ignored him, continuing to pleasure herself with his willing reproductive organ. She clenched around him again, this time screaming as she lost herself in wave after wave of pleasure, her orgasm so forceful that she slumped against the boy who lived, practically unconscious. Harry bit his lip, drawing blood as he exploded inside her, filling her to the brink. His cum dripped from her wet hole all over his jeans, inside and out. He was seeing stars.

Before he could gain his bearings her hips started to rock once more despite her being practically dead to the world, slowly milking him to the point of insanity. The soft mewling noises she was making was quickly making him hard again.

Looking over towards his Aunt Petunia, he nearly lost his stomach at the sight of her, the orgasmic high he was on leaving immediately. It looked as if she had been beaten within an inch of her life then gutted like a fish. Her insides were now the opposite of what the name entailed. Harry had no idea the human body held that much blood. It was quite disgusting watching the men still pleasuring themselves with her mutilated corpse.

“You sick fucking freaks!” He roared in that same demon-like voice as before.

Something in his mind snapped.

The rage passed its breaking point.

A bright light erupted from his body, throwing everyone to the floor.

Pure uncontrolled magic swirled angrily around Harry's now standing form, the chair no more than woodchips.

Harry smiled a feral smile as he felt the fear radiating off everyone in the room. They were afraid of him and he loved it. They had good reasons to be afraid too for his eyes had turned completely crimson red. He looked more like Tom Riddle than Harry Potter.

Raising his hand, his smile widened as his wand flew from within Bellatrix's robes without uttering a word.

“Who's first?” He asked coldly, surveying the fallen Death Eaters.

Before they could react they were thrown across the room with a wave of his wand, pinned against the far wall by an invisible force. They tried to escape but it was hopeless, they were at his mercy. Raising his other hand, without saying a word all the wands in the room flew to his outstretched palm, eight wands in total. Within a blink of an eye they were reduced to ashes.

The looks of horror or bulging of the eyes as he couldn't really see most of their faces, at his display of wandless magic turned him on in a way he had never felt before.

Quickly pushing his penis back inside his jeans and zipping them closed, he lazily twirled his wand around his fingers, something the Death Eaters had seen their master do countless times. This really made the fear more apparent.

“What's the matter?” He purred as he gracefully stalked, if it were at all possible, towards one of the masked men who defiled his aunt. “You all look like you've seen the devil himself!” His eyes pulsed for second before dimming, scaring the shit out of the man he was facing. The room's temperature had dropped greatly which could be seen with each breath they made, puffs of steam rising into the air. “Well, let's see who's under mask number one, shall we?”

Reaching for the man's mask, he ripped it from his face in an amazing feat of strength considering the mask had been applied with a sticking charm. The problem, for the Death Eater anyway, was that his face had gone with it. His blood curdling scream of pain was like music to Harry's ears. It really was a gruesome sight, seeing what lay beneath the skin of the human face.

“Oops.” He said innocently, noticing the sharp intakes of breath from the Death Eaters. They couldn't believe what they had just seen. “Guess I don't know my own strength... oh well, moving on...” Ignoring the faceless man that was making some very disturbing noises; he stopped in front of another of his aunt's rapists.

“Now then, let's see if I can get this right...” Aiming his wand at the white mask he muttered, “Finite Incantatem.”

The mask fell to the floor to reveal...

...someone he didn't know.

“Now who the hell are you? At least Tom could have sent all inner circle members for me! This is fucking insulting.” The guy looked to be around nineteen to twenty years old. He had a very plain face with very dull brown eyes and brown hair... he looked like any other face in a crowd, someone who didn't stand out at all.

“Are you going to answer the fucking question or not?” Harry asked impatiently while curiously eyeing the strange necklace he was wearing. It looked to be a small glass vial on the end of a thin silver chain filled with some type of red liquid... blood, if he was not mistaken. The vial had small golden runes covering its surface. Looking around, he noticed the others wearing the same things.

“I-I-I'm J-John S-Scrimgeour.” Harry's eyes snapped away from the vial to the face of, who he guessed was, the brand new Minster of Magic's son.

“Now this is interesting.” He muttered while taking a step back. “The Minister of Magic's son?” John tried to nod, forgetting he couldn't move anything but his eyes and mouth.

“Y-Yes.”

Harry gave a barking laugh.

“I bet Daddy doesn't know about your hobby of running around in a black dress having your way with defenseless muggle's, does he?” Flicking his wrist, the end of his wand erupted with a red glow. Just from looking at it you could tell it was extremely hot. Removing the front of the Minister's son's robes, he placed the red tip of his wand on his pale chest. John screamed as Harry slowly burnt 'Look Daddy, I'm a Death Eater' onto his chest. When he was finished a green light filled the room as John fell from the wall, dead.

“Okay, that was boring. Who wants to tell me what those vials around your necks are?” Silence and a few defiant glares met his question. “And they say Gryffindor is the house of bravery. I've got to say, I'm impressed. You've just watched two of your comrades die,” At this he glanced at the now silent, faceless Death Eater, “And still you remain quiet. Bravo!” Mockery laced every single word.

“Since no one will answer me, it looks like a little trial and error is in order.” Before anyone could blink he had ripped the chain from around the third man's neck. All of a sudden he exploded in a ball of blood and guts, completely covering Harry and the two remaining Death Eaters in a river of red. Bellatrix stared at the man's remains with a glazed look in her eyes. The other man looked like he was trying to escape his invisible binds in a fit of terror once more but wasn't having any success. Harry blinked at the violent death he had just witnessed.

“Shit... now I know why blood magic is forbidden.” Harry shook his head. “My blood runs through Voldemort's veins so the wards are ineffective against anyone with one of those vials around their necks, vials with my blood, enchanted vials with my blood, and since I removed his protection and he still intended to cause me harm the wards attacked him...  nice going Dumbledore.” Harry shook his head once again. He was talking to himself, the first sign of madness.

“Okay, that was very interesting. So tell me, why didn't Voldemort come for me himself? Was he scared I'd kick his scaly asshole to London and back?” The reaction from Bellatrix was one he was expecting. She flew into a rage at hearing those disrespectful remarks about her master. The insane glint in her eyes was shining for all it was worth.

Ignoring the bitches ranting he moved to the last Death Eater. He was the one who had controlled Dudley with the Imperius curse and made him torture his own father. He was looking forward to playing with this one.

“Finite Incantatem.”

The face that greeted him was a face he knew all to well. There was no mistaking that greasy hair and hooked nose combined. He was definitely looking forward to playing with this one.

“Professor Snape.” He bowed mockingly in front of the young potions master causing him to scowl.

“Potter!” He spat, literary. Harry had to sidestep the mucus that came flying from the man's mouth.

“Please, call me Harry.” This just earned him a glare. No matter how much he tried to hide it though, Harry could see the fear in Snape's eyes. He knew he was trapped and at the boys mercy. Harry bet he regretted ever making an enemy out of him right now.

“Afraid, are we professor?” Harry found the vein throbbing on the pale mans forehead fascinating.

“I'll never be afraid of you!” He roared.

“Your mouth says one thing but your eyes, your eyes say another.” Harry said quietly, staring into those orbs of darkness he called eyes.

Harry then reeled back in pain as he felt like a troll was trying to crack his head open with its bare hands. He had looked into Snape's eyes too long and now he was paying the price for his mistake. Instead of trying to force Snape out though like most people would try to do he used muggle means to escape the mind attack. He kicked the hooked nose prick in the balls. Instantly the pain faded.

Shaking his head to clear the fog, his eyes pulsed in anger. “You are going to pay for that Severus Snape.”

If he wasn't so pissed off he would have found the face Snape was making amusing.

Summoning a piece of wood from the chair he had been robbed of his virginity on; he quickly transfigured it into an ordinary desert spoon. Harry smirked when he thought about what he was going to be doing with this spoon. Bellatrix had long since stopped ranting as she realized she was being ignored and was now watching Harry with a strange look on her face. The only way Harry could describe the look she was wearing was curiosity... some sick twisted version of it anyway.

Making sure to avoid eye contact, he stepped before his former Potion's professor and roughly jerked the man's head forward by his hair, the spell giving him leeway because the caster desired it.

“Such interesting and powerful eyes you have Severus... I think I might just have to send them to Dumbledore as a present.” Bringing the spoon to Snape's face, he scooped the man's right eyeball straight out of its socket. In a flash he grabbed it in his hand and yanked it as hard as he could disconnecting it from Snape's brain. Blood splattered all over Harry's front but he paid it no mind, he was already drenched in it anyway. Harry smiled at the shriek of agony he caused.

“Try using Legilimency now, you son of a bitch.” He snarled, backhanding him as hard as he could. Harry felt a bone in his left hand snap but paid it no mind. He was like a man possessed and felt no pain, no emotion but blind rage for those who stood, or hung, before him. Harry backhanded him hard again and saw a tooth fly to the floor. That gave him a very nasty idea.

“Excuse me for a moment.” He said before heading for the kitchen. Passing through he exited out the backdoor and made a beeline for the tool kit Vernon had left outside earlier while trying to fix the plumbing that had been playing up recently. He easily found a pair of pliers and returned to his waiting 'guests'.

Snape was muttering something under his breath when he returned and Harry realized he was trying to counter the spell that was holding him up without a wand. Harry didn't give him the chance to finish the incantation as he slammed his fist into his jaw. The startled cry of pain alerted Bellatrix to Harry's return. Once again she adopted that twisted look as she spotted the muggle tool he held in his hand. Harry came to the conclusion that she was one sick fuck to be enjoying watching her fellow Death Eaters get disposed of.

Turning back to his current pray, he pocketed his wand and grabbed the Slytherin Head of House's jaw, tilting his head back and opening his mouth. Shoving the pliers in, he latched onto the first tooth he could reach and yanked as hard as he could until, with a sickening crunching sound, the tooth shattered in his mouth. The muffled screams told Harry that it hurt like a bitch.

“Don't you brush your teeth? You're teeth a very brittle.” He chided as if talking to a little boy. Repeating the same process, he latched onto another tooth and yanked at it until it came out in a flurry of blood. Snape's yell of pain was muffled again, this time not by Harry's hand but by his own blood. He was likely to choke on it sooner or later. Harry titled Snape's head forward so the blood could flow from his mouth; he didn't want him dying yet.

“I am going to remove a tooth for every single time you insulted my parents.” And he did. At the end of it all, all Snape had left in his mouth was his tongue and a pair of bloody gums. Snape was now crying for Harry to put him out of his misery and Harry gladly obliged. One killing curse later, the only living beings that could still think coherently as Dudley was still alive but insane, in number four, Privet Drive were Harry and Bellatrix. Before he could do a thing to rectify that problem though the front door was blasted of its hinges as Order members flooded the house.

Spinning around, Harry fired a stunner at the first person through the lounge room door, blasting whoever it was back out into the hallway with extreme force. Turning to the kitchen door, he banished the couch in that direction, knocking four people off their feet as they tried to all storm in like a bunch of first years into the Great hall. Harry knew that they all knew he had used magic several times in the last twenty minutes including two unforgivables. He knew that if he didn't get out of there fast he was going to end up in a cell over at Azkaban, no matter if he was the boy who lived or not. To use an unforgivable on another human being was a direct ticket to hell.

“Potter!” A voice growled and Harry immediately tensed as Mad-Eye Moody stormed in with two others he didn't recognize. Before he could even blink he was hit by one of Moody's powerful stunners. To the surprise of Moody and his two 'partners' however, he didn't go down. It just seemed to piss him off.

“Reducto!” He snarled in anger, aiming his wand at their feet. Moody was quickly out of the way as was one of his partners but the other person unfortunately was blasted off their feet and through one of the living room walls, sickening cracks filled the air as every bone in his body shattered from the impact against brick and mortar. The crater the spell caused was huge for such an ordinary blasting spell.

Knowing he had no chance against someone like Moody, he turned and sprinted towards the window. He was hit in the back by two stunners but all they did was propel him faster as he jumped through the air and into the front window. Flying through the window, he picked himself up and bolted from the house, ignoring the deep gashes all over his body. He didn't get far though as he encountered someone he knew he couldn't get away from.

Dumbledore was standing in the middle of the street, looking as imposing as ever as he was flanked by several order members including Tonks and Remus. The cold look he was directing at Harry was proof enough that they knew what happened inside. Harry briefly wondered why it had taken the Order so long to respond but pushed it to the back of his mind. He had bigger things to worry about like getting the hell out of here. Unknown to him, his magical aura was still showing and it pulsed along with his eyes.

“So, I see you ha-” Harry fired the fasted spell he knew at Dumbledore wordlessly, catching him completely off guard. Normally, Dumbledore would be able to see an opponents move before they made them because of his skill with Legilimency. However, despite all that, he never even got an inkling that Harry was about to attack.

Quickly erecting a shield, he was further surprised when the spell tore straight through it and impacted against his chest, sending him hurling back through the air to come crashing down on the front yard of number five. His wand had left his hand and flown to Harry's as was the desired effects of the disarming charm. The members of the Order looked gob smacked for a few seconds before they took action.

No matter how powerful Harry was, even with his magic and adrenaline on high, it only took two minutes to take him down. His lack of dueling experience and spells costing him. Still, even with the odds stacked against him, it took five disarming charms and seven stunners to take him down for good. Any normal person would have died from magical overload at the amount of magic that was put through his body but since when was Harry Potter ever normal?

Dumbledore, having got to his feet some time ago, winced as he rubbed his chest. The sheer power behind that one spell astounded and scared him. Even if he was caught off guard, a disarming charm should not have pierced his shield that easily.

“Headmaster, are you okay?” Remus asked as he limped towards the old mage. Even if they had taken Harry down with relative ease, they weren't all uninjured.

“How could I let another one slip through my fingers?” Dumbledore said softly, avoiding the werewolf's eyes. Remus bowed his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

“It's not your fault, Albus. He chose to do what he did... do not blame yourself for his mistakes.”