Dark Rage
~The Dark Controls~
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Four weeks had passed since Harry's imprisonment at the Dursleys. A month of torment and agony was all that was on Harry's mind. He was breaking. One good hit was all that it would take to shatter Harry completely. The Dark had nearly encompassed him entirely.
He had been having many nightmares about the Dark. Horrendous, they were. They were based in areas of desolation and death, where the foul stench of evil creatures and dark entities reigned supreme in the air.
Voldemort was not the only one trying to destroy Harry Potter.
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The kitchen was dark and empty at eleven o'clock. Harry was standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring off into space. He had not slept for many days now, and he was very tired. The Dark had kept him awake.
A gust of wind blew throughout the kitchen. None of the doors were open, as Harry had just closed and locked them all recently. Harry stood rooted to the spot, listening for any rustle of movement. He could hear a low murmur of cold voices. They began to grow louder; speaking in a language that instilled fear into the hearts of many. Their chant was echoing in Harry's head, making it play over and over.
The chant immediately as one voice, colder and more terrifying than any other, began to speak.
"Harry!"
It came from right behind him. Harry spun around, only to see no one there. His breath quickened, and his heart began to race.
"I see you…"
Thump thump…
The beating of his heart seemed to have magnified, so as Harry could hear it as clear as if it were speaking to him.
"Scared, Harry?"
Thump thump…thump thump…
There was figure not three feet in front of Harry, encased in shadow and impossible to identify. It was large, and it was moving.
"I can hear your heart beating so very fast…you must be frightened…"
Thump thump!
"You should be…"
The figure was closer; Harry could see its outline. It was a man… The figure came even closer from the shadows, and Harry could see some detail on his face. No, it can't be…
THUMP THUMP!
"Surprised, Harry?" Uncle Vernon asked evilly.
The voice that was coming from his uncle's mouth was not his usual unkind bellow; it was the cold voice of Voldemort. Uncle Vernon was smiling maliciously, his eyes glinting with a cruel glare. But they were not Uncle Vernon's eyes… Uncle Vernon did not have eyes like a cat, which leered red in such an inhuman way.
Voldemort was possessing Uncle Vernon.
"Have you had fun this summer, Harry?" Voldemort asked cruelly, "I sure have. It is always fun to torment those you hate, those you want to see in pain."
Harry could feel his anger rising to the surface. All the darkness that he had been keeping inside was threatening to break his strongest walls of will.
"I'm going to kill them," Voldemort said cheerfully, "Every last one of them. I know their names, Harry. I know where they can be found. I know that their deaths will rip you apart, they will destroy your life."
"My life's already destroyed, Voldemort," said Harry, as his fury began to become apparent, "You've taken everything from me. EVERYTHING!"
Harry whipped out his wand and pressed the tip against his uncle's windpipe. The Dark was clouding his mind again, controlling his thoughts and actions.
"Avada Ke-"
"I wouldn't do that Harry. You see, if I go, your uncle dies."
"You think I care about that?" Harry chuckled. "I care nothing for the life of this insignificant muggle."
"What will your friend's say?" Voldemort asked quietly. "I don't think they would enjoy being around a killer. But then again, you already are one, considering you murdered Antonin Dolohov that one night."
Harry's eyes widened as the Dark receded from him. "But that was a dream, it wasn't real!"
"It was very real. You killed him. I have the body still with me. Would you like to see?" Voldemort laughed.
The body of Antonin Dolohov appeared in front of Harry on the ground. It was rotting, and the scent of decay burned at Harry's nose and made his eyes water. He felt sick.
"Now, Harry, enough chitchat," Voldemort said casually, "It's time for me to get down to business. I have been preparing for this moment for a long time. You don't know how long it took me to discover how to break the shield surrounding this house, but I finally managed it. It seems that killing your aunt was the easiest way. The shield fell as soon as she hit the ground."
Harry was shaking. Is legs felt like jelly, and he almost fell to the ground. They killed her. I never wanted her dead.
"Now it's time for you to endure your slow painful death," said Voldemort gleefully. "Mortifer poena!"
Such pain came upon Harry that he knew not who he was, where he was, or what was happening except that he was feeling a torment of immeasurable agony. The pain of being possessed by Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries was the only pain that rivaled what he was feeling now.
The Curse of Deadly Pain was not lifted for what seemed to be hours to Harry. His body jolted in different places from the aftereffects of the curse. Blood was spilling from his mouth. It was coming out from his pores, drenching him in the liquid. He knew he was going to die sometime soon.
"You have not shrieked with agony yet, it seems I have not made enough of an effort. Do not worry Harry, for I shall fix this problem immediately."
In an instant, Uncle Vernon was gone, only to be replaced by none other than Voldemort's pet snake, Naginni.
The snake slithered over to Harry. It was larger, much larger, than the last time he had seen it. Its fangs were as long as Harry's fingers, and black venom was dripping from the tips. The snake's eyes were the exact same as Voldemort's, and were mocking in the darkness. Its tongue was as black as the venom that dripped from its fangs.
The snake coiled around Harry, ever so slowly crushing him. With each outward breath of Harry's, the snake's body would tighten around his own, suffocating him. Harry felt his ribs crack underneath the strain, and would have screamed if he had the breath.
The Dark was fighting up to the surface again. It needed to keep its host alive. The Dark would not let Harry die.
As the Dark began to strengthen Harry, the snake's coils were loosened. Sensing resistance, Naginni moved her head around to Harry's neck. Naginni could feel, almost taste, the blood pumping through the veins in her prey's neck. She bit down, releasing her venom inside him.
The venom flowed quickly throughout Harry, causing everything in its trail to burn with unimaginable pain. The Dark, however, would not let the venom kill Harry. It began to destroy the venom; diluting it so that it was no longer lethal. It did nothing to lessen the pain.
Voldemort was laughing as he sensed his victory almost achieved. There was no way for him to lose now.
A second person began to laugh. The laugh of a man with no sanity. It was a dark, maniacal laugh, chilling even Voldemort.
Harry Potter was laughing as he fought back from near death.
"How is this possible?" Voldemort asked incredulously.
The snake Naginni was suddenly thrown from her prey. A rush of magical energy blew throughout the house, upturning all objects not connected to the ground.
Harry's hair was blowing as if in billowing breeze, and the magic seemed to radiate from him. His eyes were changing. The irises were beginning to change to a blood red color, as his pupils disappeared. He was smiling in a way that showed that he knew cruelty, knew how to deal pain and destroy lives.
The Dark had broken free of all of its barriers, and taken control of Harry's mind and body.
"Did you actually think you could stop the host of the Dark?"
A flicker of fear passed over Voldemort's eyes as the demonic sound of Harry's changed voice rung through the room. He had not known of this. The Dark was a dangerous force.
"I see the fear in your eyes."
Voldemort had to think of a way to stop the Dark Harry Potter from killing him. An idea came to him quickly. He remembered it from all of Harry's torture sessions; it was a technique Voldemort favored.
"Legillimens!"
A swarm of memories flowed through Voldemort's and Harry's minds. Voldemort began to search through them, as the Dark Harry tried to fight him out. Just before he was thrown out, Voldemort found it. The memory of the dead Hermione from Harry's nightmare.
As soon as Harry saw it in his mind, the Dark was pushed away as emotions he had not felt in a long time washed over him. He was back to his old self.
"I'm going to finish this now!" Voldemort roared. "Avada Kedavra!"
The jet of green light was rushing toward him. It was reflected in his eyes. The end had come.
He wished he could be anywhere other than here. He did not want to die, although it would be a welcome reprieve from the suffering he had done lately.
He closed his eyes, waiting for death to claim him. He could see his parents and Sirius, waving at him, welcoming him. He could see Hermione and Ron, mourning at his gravestone. How he wished with all his heart he could be there with them.
There was a flash of light…
He was speeding down a blinding tunnel…
He landed on pavement…
His whole body hurt. Blood was spurting from his mouth onto the white pavement beneath him. His vision was blurry and there were black spots everywhere.
He lifted his head, and saw a blurred shape running towards him, screaming his name.
All was darkness…
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I know this chapter is short, but hey, it's late and I'm tired. The next chapter should be up soon. Some of the next few chapters might be boring, but I promise this story will get better. It all starts to happen after the next few chapters.
The Dark Sorceror
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