Update: I've changed the summary and the title of this story to reflect the recent changes that came with me continuing the story. Don't worry, this is the only time that it will happen with this story.

This is a more serious fic. Starts out summer before fifth year. Everything is completely canon up to then, but after that, all bets are off.

I believe that I may want a serious reviewer for this story as well, similar to the one I'm looking for with Power of Insanity (my only DGM fanfic). If you're interested, post a review to this chapter, telling me what went well and what could have gone better and what was completely stupid. Doesn't have to be long, just detailed enough for me to get an idea of what I should fix. Four to five sentences will suffice.

If you like this fic enough, and want me to continue it, drop a review and let me know. This would probably be one of the only truly serious fics that I have at the moment. The Sands of Power is another one (it's a Naruto fic, and it's up for adoption if anyone's interested – just see my profile), but still not as serious as this one might end up being.

By the way, thought I'd drop a little story shout-out here. If any of you readers really like reading Dark!Abused!Harry fics, I'd recommend When Daylight Dies by BloodyRose90. The summary for the story is complete crap, but the story itself is amazingly well written, with an excellent plot and an interesting twist right at the very beginning. Just a slight warning though – the pairing for the fic is a slash between Harry and Draco, and, though nothing intimate has happened yet, at all, there are still pretty impressive hints that tell you exactly where it's going. Drarry isn't really my thing, but the story is too good to pass up, so, even if you hate that pairing, I'd recommend giving it a try anyway.

Enough of my rambling.

Enjoy your first glimpse of

The Ascendant Fallen

Chapter One:

What We Didn't Know Hurt Him

The stairs creaked as someone walked up them, but Harry didn't care. He cared about so little these days. Ever since he returned to the Dursley's after the end of his fourth year, he had found that he had only enough will left inside of himself to survive, in the barest sense of the term. He didn't care about living. Life was overrated anyway.

He was sitting on his cot, back against the wall, knees drawn as close to his chest as he could possibly get them. His emerald green eyes glowed eerily from behind his dark fringe of black hair. He stared out at the night sky beyond his window. He didn't have his glasses on, but it didn't matter. Even when they were on, he couldn't see any better.

He was waiting at the moment. Waiting for the soft rustle of feathers and that flash of blinding white that came when his beautiful snowy owl soared into his room.

His one companion. His one friend. The one thing that had stuck by him, regardless of what had happened to him.

The door creaked open, and Harry glanced at the five blurry shapes that stood there, before looking away again.

They could be Death Eaters at the moment and Harry wouldn't care. All he cared about was seeing Hedwig come home.

"Harry?" Harry barely registered the fact that the voice sounded like Remus Lupin. He thought he had just caught a flash of white outside his window.

"You don't know that for sure, Lupin. Potter!" A voice that sounded like his last DADA teacher, Professor Moody growled at him.

Harry ignored the man as he watched the white blur come closer. The wonderful rustle of feathers, the flash of white, and there she was, perched on his knees, staring into his eyes with something like concern.

He felt something drop into his lap, and picked it up. It was a dead mouse. He looked back at his bird and shook his head. The amber eyes lowered in sadness and Harry felt his heart wrench even as he gave the mouse back to his friend.

He couldn't eat it. He would just end up throwing it back up, and that was a horrible waste of perfectly good food that Hedwig could eat instead.

"That's definitely Harry, Moody." Remus voice came from the door.

"Aye, I can't argue with that. His familiar would know, after all." Moody's voice growled back.

"Harry, come on. We've come to take you away from here."

Harry looked up at them for a moment, five shapes too blurry for him to be able to discern who was who. His eyes wandered from shape to shape, before vaguely resting on a shape that had a strange color on it. A vibrant bubble-gum pink color rested on the shape's head.

Harry tilted his head to the side, then looked back at Hedwig. The bird nodded to him and jumped off his knees. Harry stood up, moving completely silently, and looked quietly at the people who stood at his door.

The blurriness was hurting his eyes, so he closed them, which meant that he didn't notice one of the shapes move closer to him until he was grabbed roughly by his shoulder.

He bit back a hiss of pain. That was the shoulder that Uncle Vernon had broken recently. He wished whoever it was that had grabbed him would have been gentler.

"Come on, Potter, let's get you away from here." Moody's voice was surprisingly gentle when it said that.

The boy shrugged, turned his head, eyes still closed, towards his owl. Hedwig hooted and then the boy felt a familiar and comfortable weight settle on his other, unbroken shoulder. He shot a smile at the girl. His owl was amazingly intuitive.

"Harry, where are your glasses?" Remus' voice brought Harry back to the situation at hand.

Harry tilted his head to the side, feeling thoughtful. When was the last time he had seen those stupid things, anyway? Shaking his head, Harry shrugged, unable to remember and unwilling to care.

"Well, you can't go anywhere if you can't see," Remus muttered.

Harry shrugged again. He didn't care. It's difficult to care about much in places such as the one he was in. He walked towards the door; eyes still closed and felt people make way for him as he passed the threshold of his room to the hallway beyond. Unerringly, he made his way to the bottom floor, without as much as a creak of a floorboard or a squeak of a stair to mark his passing.

He'd had too much practice walking through this house – no, this prison - while trying to be silent for him to even be capable of making noise in it now.

Even when he walked out the front door he didn't make a sound. But the people that followed him did. He kept walking, down the driveway, down the street, and he was almost at the end of the road when someone called his name. He turned his head towards the sound. His eyes were still closed but he could tell it was from the direction of his old prison.

"Harry, come back here. We have to take you to headquarters." Remus' voice was somewhat reprimanding. Huh. Harry tilted his head again. That was a new tone that he hadn't heard before. He wasn't sure if it fit Remus though.

He shrugged, and headed back to the people that stood waiting for him outside the Dursley home.

"Harry, where are your things?" Remus asked kindly. Harry tilted his head again – it was becoming a bit of a habit – before walking back into the house. The people followed him and he gestured towards the cupboard door.

"Why are they in there?" A girl's voice asked. Harry opened his eyes and looked to see that it was the shape that had pink on it that had asked that. He closed his eyes again before turning towards the kitchen.

"There is no such thing as magic here." Harry didn't notice the winces that followed the sound of his voice, harsh and guttural from lack of use as it was.

"What do you mean by that?" the girl's voice asked again.

Harry tilted his head at her, before shrugging and not deigning to give an answer.

He heard the sound of the cupboard door opening and the click of a flashlight – followed by gasps and a quiet scream.

"Oh my god..." he heard Remus' voice say.

Harry decided that he didn't want to be inside the house at the moment, and walked out the back door into the yard. He stood there, his white owl on his shoulder, face turned up towards the sky with a gentle smile on his face as he felt a cool breeze caress him. He turned his head to his owl and raised his hand to pet her, the gentle smile still on his face.

"Potter!" He heard a growl from behind him, and turned his head to face the door. "Potter, whose blood is that on the walls of that cupboard?" Only Moody could make a growling voice sound concerned.

Harry turned back to the sky, his gentle smile turned into a frown as dark memories resurfaced in his mind. "My own." His quiet voice carried well in the silence that had fallen upon the discovery of that torture chamber.

There were more gasps before he felt someone approach him from behind. He continued to just pet the bird, ignoring the figure.

"It's going to be okay, Harry. We're going to get you out of here. C'mon, let's go."

And with that, Harry felt someone grab his elbow and he was whisked away.

Just for the record, everything from books 1-4 is canon, however, after that everything is AU. No dementors attacked Harry in Little Whinging because Harry hasn't left his room since he arrived at the place. The Order members are there to pick him up because Dumbledore decided it was time for Harry to move to HQ, not because he thought Harry was in danger.

I'm not sure if I'll continue this or not, but it's quite possible that I might. It sounds pretty good so far, but I'm not sure how long that will last, to be honest.

Guess we'll just have to wait and see.