"Don't Anger Harry Potter"
By Loki Palmer
Author's Note: Harry Potter and all related characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. A big shout out to ChAOtiC ReApEr for his Joined Souls challenge, to which this story is one reply. I've decided to take Harry down the evil route; the abuse of Vernon Dursley is just too much to ignore. [Evil, manic laughter.] Somebody's getting some comeuppance … [cue the Star Wars Imperial March] Enjoy!
It should start with Vernon almost killing a young Harry which results in both his and Voldemort's souls joining to save his life.
Harry must gain all of Voldemort's knowledge of the dark arts and of the wizarding world.
You can have him being super powerful or you can just have him with all the knowledge and intelligence.
Requirements for evil Harry
His Animagus should be a Dementor, a Nundu and whatever else you want.
He should not be in Gryffindor.
Also, you should have Harry listen to some heavy metal band like, for example, Deicide or Cradle of Filth.
Requirements for good Harry
His Animagus should be a basilisk and whatever else you want.
Do not make him remorseful like Dumbledore; he should want to take down the Death Eaters.
He should not go into Gryffindor.
What an odd day it had been for Harry Potter, age 7. After school, his cousin, Dudley was running after him with his gang in a game they would call "Harry hunting." Participating in games like this had only taught Harry that he had to be fast to outrun these boys, because if he lost, the boys would beat the living snot out of him, maybe even break a bone or two. Fortunately for him, he had a winning record streak against these boys, not to mention Dudley's added weight made it hard for him to keep up. No, Harry would not lose a game for anything in the world. He already had enough problems at home.
"Home, sweet home," so the saying would say. Harry never knew the meaning of that saying, as his home life was anything BUT sweet. He was an orphan left on the doorstep of the Dursleys, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Instead of treating him as a family member, they would treat him as a miniature slave, having him do chores such as gardening, cooking, cleaning – you name the chore, he did it. He was given barely enough food to eat, and his room was a cramped little cupboard under the stairs.
All of this Harry could endure. Yes, he could endure the scarce food he was given, even though Vernon and Dudley looked like an overfed walrus and whale, respectively. He could also endure his cramped living quarters. What took the cake, though, were the beatings. Whenever he would do something wrong or freakish, he would be beaten with a belt and tossed into his cupboard with no food for a certain period of time. It was a constant surprise to him each morning that he did not starve to death with this treatment, but, by some unexplained miracle, he lived to see another day.
On this particular day, though, he had been running, as usual, from Dudley's gang, when he found himself flying up to the rooftop of a building, safe out of harm's way. This freaked out Dudley so much he went to tell the teacher, who wrote up a note for Vernon. Naturally, when Harry made it back home, Vernon gave him the worst beating with a belt he had yet given him, tossing him into his cupboard for good measure and locking it securely, hoping the boy would be dead by the next morning.
Sure enough, Harry was dying. What he was not expecting, though, was to hear a voice in his mind say, "Kid, can you hear me?"
"Who are you?" asked Harry. "Are you an angel? Can you take me to my parents?"
"With the way your living family treats you here, kid, I don't blame you for wanting to see your parents, but no, I can't take you to see them, and I ain't no angel. The name's Tommy – Tommy Riddle. What's your name, kid?"
"Harry. I didn't know I even had a name until I went to school. Before then, I was just called 'Boy' or 'Freak'."
"Madonn', Harry, this situation's looking pretty bad. You want me to give it to you straight?" Harry nodded. "This beating you've received is so bad, your body can't handle it anymore, Harry. You're dying, that's the bad news. The good news is, I'm here to help you out."
"How will you do that, Tommy?"
"Harry, that's simple. I'm going to join my soul's energy to yours. I warn you though, this is going to hurt quite a bit. All I ask is that you stay with me and don't you die on me, do you understand me, Harry?"
"Can the sir, there's no need for it, Harry. Now, we have a choice before us – we can either join together and live, or you can go on to meet your parents."
"As much as I would like to meet my parents, I want to live so much more. I can always meet them later – preferably much later."
"That's the spirit, Harry. Never give up and never surrender. Are you ready?"
"Bring it." The next few minutes brought some of the most intense pain he had ever felt, all centered in the area of his scar. When it was over, he heard Tommy say, "That took a lot out of you, didn't it, Harry? Well, you're not going to die now, you're all healed up. How about you get some rest?" As Harry did so, Tommy muttered darkly, "The next time we see Vernon Dursley, he's not going to know what hit him ..."