Harry Potter the Dark Prince

This story will begin when Harry Potter was about 5 years old and will go through is 7 years of Hogwarts and beyond. This is a Dark Harry Story. Will contain lemon in later chapters; so don't read if you don't like that stuff. There are going to be small changes to his backround. Instead of London, he lives in New York. Instead of Kings Cross Station, he goes to Grand Central Station. His time at school will not really follow the canon, except for the major things, like sorcerers stone, basilisk, Sirius, TriWizard Tournament, and all of thats stuff. But there will also be some major changes. This is going to be a Harry + Original Character fanfic. So without further ado, here is the story.

I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters… unfortunately

Chapter one: Young Potter

I must be special to have these weird powers… But what kind of special am I? This is what 5 year old Harry Potter thought as his Cousin Dudley chased him throughout the house, after Harry broke his TV.

"I'll get you, you skinny little weirdo!" wheezed Dudley.

"How will you get me if you are to fat to move your legs?" said Harry as he jogged easily in front of his Cousin.

Dudley was about to retort, but then he stopped, with a evil smirk on his face. Vernon Dursley was standing right in front of Harry.

"What the hell is going on!"

"Harry broke my television, Daddy!"

"What! How did he do that?"

"I don't know. He just looked at it and it flew out the window!"

Harry waited as his Uncles face turned as pale as ghosts, then the inevitable maroon tinge that characterized Uncle Vernon's entire existence appeared and he said loudly, "Dudley, go see your mother in the garden." As Dudley ran off, Vernon turned his apoplectic gaze upon Harry. "What the fuck did you do?"


"What-the-Hell-did-you-do-you-fuck-ing-freak?" said Vernon, punctuating each word with a blow to Harry's face.

"I don't know what happened, sir?" said Harry crying and sniveling.

"Ever since your parents died, you have disgraced this house with your-your… With this FUCKING BULLSHIT!"

With those last two words, Vernon slammed his fist into Harry's gut, and then walked away.

Harry crawled back to his cupboard under the stairs. His beatings were a regular occurrence since he was 3 years old. Ever since that first time when he destroyed Dudley's big wheel after he was taunted. Then that time he caused Vernon to fly backwards into the wall during one of his regular beatings. By now, Vernon was extremely afraid of Harry, and from that fear he beat Harry to establish his dominance.

Harry locked his cupboard door and fell into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, at about 6:00, Harry went outside and whistled 3 times. The Dursleys would have screamed if they saw what happened next. A giant snake, about 12 feet long, slithered up to Harry. The snake was black, with light brown spots on its back, and tan on its belly. Harry did not show any kinds of fear, as the snake came ever closer, then nuzzling its small triangular head into Harry's arm.

How are you, Evony? Asked Harry with a hiss and a snarl.

I am fine Ssssivilus. However I can see that the large one has beaten you again.

Harry, responding to his pet name said, yes… but I can take it a little longer. As soon as the plan is finished, we can get out of here and live on our own.

Ah, but Ssssivilus, you must learn to further control your powers first. We shall do our usual training session this morning. Are you sure that there are enough sleeping pills in your families beverages?

Yes, they should be out until late in the afternoon.

Good, let us begin.

Harry's training session began with a run around the block a few times, equaling about a mile and a half. He then did strength preparation, 100 pushups, sit-ups, and 20 pull-ups. Now to most 5 year olds, this would be way too much, but Harry had been training since he was 2 years old, when he first met Evony. He also was more in tune with his magical core than almost any other young wizard, and could infuse his muscles with magic when he got tired. Harry himself did not know this, but he did know he could do more than any other kid in the neighborhood when it came to physical strength.

Harry then did a large variation of magical training- levitating chairs, setting hedges on fire, and then dousing them out, breaking vases, then repairing them, and shooting bursts of magic to stun small animals. At about noon, he went inside and made a sandwich. After lunch he practiced magic more, then finished his training with a 5 mile run. He had done all of this for almost every day since he turned 5.

You have done well, Ssssivilus. We are ready to execute the plan. You will leave this house tomorrow morning at 4:00. Bring nothing except a backpack and all the money in the house. We will not need any thing else; for we will get everything we need when we are on the road.

Evony, you have been my best friend in this godforsaken place. Thank you for staying with me these few years. Pretty soon it will be just the two of us.

The next morning, Harry got up at 3:00 AM. He went up stairs and magically bound his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin. They would not be able to get up until Harry was long gone. He took a shower, and then he went into his parents dresser, where he knew that his parents kept their money and stole all of it, about $4500 total. He grabbed his Cousin Dudley's backpack then went outside to call Evony. Harry had massive intelligence. He had never taken an IQ test, but if he had, he would have scored around 180. He had been sneaking in the living room to watch the news for the last 4 years. He had memorized all of the stock changes and made a graph in his head. He knew exactly which stocks to invest in, and within 5 years, he figured out he could turn that $4500 into about $200,000. Until then, he planned to get everything he needed with magic.

Evony! Where are you? I am ready.

I am here Sivillus. Now, first change your appearance like we have been practicing.

Harry concentrated, then there was a small pop, and a middle aged man appeared where Harry had been standing. He had black hair like his younger self had, and he also had those bright green eyes. But his lightning bolt scar was no longer there. He was now as inconspicuous as anyone.

Very good Sivillus. We are ready to leave let us go to the bank and deposit some of the money. We will use the rest to buy a computer, where we will invest in those steaks you were talking about.

Harry suppressed a laugh. Stocks, my friend. Not steaks, stocks.

In case you haven't figured it out yet,

This is talking to snakes This is thinking

"and this is talking"

I will be able to update a lot these few weeks. So stay posted and please review.