Harry remembered...
He remembered the sound of the television being interupted with flashes of multiclored light.
He remembered what had happened, pain everywhere as the black clad crazies with skull white masks attacked the house when he was barely even four years old.
He remembered the feel of hot and sticky splashes of fresh blood as his relatives died, only moments before something structural was hit, bringing the roof down on top of him.
He remembered being trapped for nearly two days amidst the rubble with the corpses of his aunt, uncle, and cousin.
He remembered the miraculously intact and operational television constantly replaying the video.
He remembered the line that had been burned into his brain, "It's a nice night isn't it..."
And the world would never be the same...
xXx
The institute was the first place he remembered after that night, the doctors and nurses were patching the pale boy up from his ordeal.
He clutched a crimson fedora that he had seen in the lost and found box, an item that had been in it for years according to the custodian of the building and had let him keep it.
In the dark his mind tried to mix what had been written into it with what was real, his magic taking what he believed of himself to be real and making it reality.
It was only a day before he was aimed to be discharged to a foster family that the obliviators were forced to come as a Hellhound was apparently there only to see it change back into a small boy with now crimson eyes.
xXx
Harry worked with his powers, trying to return them to what he believed in his now healed head had been their way.
The bullies had not yet learned their lesson as the boy in the hat seemed to dissolve into a black mist and the screams had begun.
xXx
An eleven year old dressed in an older style coat and fedora of blood red boarded the Hogwarts express.
Harry wasn't quite sure if he believed the large man about being a wizard, but figured it was worth a glimpse if nothing else.
It was only after the hat was placed upon his head did the faculty begin to think anything was really off about the strange boy dressed in crimson as the Sorting Hat went into hysterics before screaming that the kid could be in any house he chose as long as it never needed to go near him again.
Just two months later, even Severus Snape had joined those scared of him after finding the boy laughing like a madman over the corpse of an eviscerated troll while two students were screaming about darkness.
Even Dumbledore had no idea what had happened other than Quirrel being impaled on a pike before the mirror and the stone missing, though he suspected Voldemort's doing.
xXx
The spirit of Tom Riddle stood mouth agape as Potter had calmly drew a pistol from his trademark coat and fired a single shot through the head of the Basilisk without a glance at it.
He didn't notice Harry move until he was right beside him, aiming the pistol at the book.
"Boo."
xXx
Fudge was in a panic as he heard the mad laughter and saw the field full of the cloaks of countless dementors scattered all around while wondering just what kind of magic the boy had his command.
xXx
Rising to his feet, the boy who believed himself to be the ultimate vampire walked through the graveyard, allowing the rat to revive his master.
Harry had been bored as of late, nothing seemed to be able to get him going and perhaps this would be the proper fight.
Amidst the horde of black robed and masked wizards he smirked and his gold, Lenon sunglasses slipped to the tip of his nose. The almost demonic eyes of hellfire and extending fangs as he laughed unnerved his foe.
"It's a nice night isn't it..."
xXx
I've just got the concept of Harry believing himself to be Alucard due to some major trauma and causing mayhem through the wizarding world.
Voldemort starting to wonder just how damaged his opponent is mentally as he watches Harrycard turn the Department of Secrets into his own personal playground.
Harry developing his own views of "Blood Purity" and with them more along the lines of Alucards views of vampiric scum.
He remembered the sound of the television being interupted with flashes of multiclored light.
He remembered what had happened, pain everywhere as the black clad crazies with skull white masks attacked the house when he was barely even four years old.
He remembered the feel of hot and sticky splashes of fresh blood as his relatives died, only moments before something structural was hit, bringing the roof down on top of him.
He remembered being trapped for nearly two days amidst the rubble with the corpses of his aunt, uncle, and cousin.
He remembered the miraculously intact and operational television constantly replaying the video.
He remembered the line that had been burned into his brain, "It's a nice night isn't it..."
And the world would never be the same...
xXx
The institute was the first place he remembered after that night, the doctors and nurses were patching the pale boy up from his ordeal.
He clutched a crimson fedora that he had seen in the lost and found box, an item that had been in it for years according to the custodian of the building and had let him keep it.
In the dark his mind tried to mix what had been written into it with what was real, his magic taking what he believed of himself to be real and making it reality.
It was only a day before he was aimed to be discharged to a foster family that the obliviators were forced to come as a Hellhound was apparently there only to see it change back into a small boy with now crimson eyes.
xXx
Harry worked with his powers, trying to return them to what he believed in his now healed head had been their way.
The bullies had not yet learned their lesson as the boy in the hat seemed to dissolve into a black mist and the screams had begun.
xXx
An eleven year old dressed in an older style coat and fedora of blood red boarded the Hogwarts express.
Harry wasn't quite sure if he believed the large man about being a wizard, but figured it was worth a glimpse if nothing else.
It was only after the hat was placed upon his head did the faculty begin to think anything was really off about the strange boy dressed in crimson as the Sorting Hat went into hysterics before screaming that the kid could be in any house he chose as long as it never needed to go near him again.
Just two months later, even Severus Snape had joined those scared of him after finding the boy laughing like a madman over the corpse of an eviscerated troll while two students were screaming about darkness.
Even Dumbledore had no idea what had happened other than Quirrel being impaled on a pike before the mirror and the stone missing, though he suspected Voldemort's doing.
xXx
The spirit of Tom Riddle stood mouth agape as Potter had calmly drew a pistol from his trademark coat and fired a single shot through the head of the Basilisk without a glance at it.
He didn't notice Harry move until he was right beside him, aiming the pistol at the book.
"Boo."
xXx
Fudge was in a panic as he heard the mad laughter and saw the field full of the cloaks of countless dementors scattered all around while wondering just what kind of magic the boy had his command.
xXx
Rising to his feet, the boy who believed himself to be the ultimate vampire walked through the graveyard, allowing the rat to revive his master.
Harry had been bored as of late, nothing seemed to be able to get him going and perhaps this would be the proper fight.
Amidst the horde of black robed and masked wizards he smirked and his gold, Lenon sunglasses slipped to the tip of his nose. The almost demonic eyes of hellfire and extending fangs as he laughed unnerved his foe.
"It's a nice night isn't it..."
xXx
I've just got the concept of Harry believing himself to be Alucard due to some major trauma and causing mayhem through the wizarding world.
Voldemort starting to wonder just how damaged his opponent is mentally as he watches Harrycard turn the Department of Secrets into his own personal playground.
Harry developing his own views of "Blood Purity" and with them more along the lines of Alucards views of vampiric scum.
. In some ways he'd be an even worse opponest for voldemort and his death eaters, since his powerwould be designed to specifically negate or kill anything using dark magic.