love is dead and so am i

Hi Guys...I'm sorry...but i have so many ideas brewing in my head it's almost bursting...and I'm sorry that i haven't updated any of my other stories in hella days...but I've got writers block on them and my school year has been crazy as hell...so um yea...here is another story...and once again i ask you to review and tell me what you think...but don't be mean about it pls...but you can end me fire if it about me not updating in a really long time...but I'm going to try and get to those soon but there are no promises...sorry...oh...and a little more about this story...this is a story where harry is a necromancer...if you don't know what that is then I'm telling you now...it's a person who can rise the dead from the grave and controls the spirits of the dead...it was inspired by the author 'The Dark Cyan Star' in her story "Heaven Shine a Light Down On Me"...it is not posted on this site but instead on www.FanFiction.net ...to those of you who have never read any of her work...do it...she is an amazing author who has the true spirit of a genuine yaoi writer...it's so amazing she could(Quite Literally) write a book...she is THAT good...so...um... yea...if you're reading this then i thank you for being my inspiration for this story...even if you didn't know it...and don't worry...i didn't steal your plot ^-^ ...the only thing that i took was the whole all Necromancers belong to lady death and no one else, and the whole we bow to no one but lady death thing...and the whole hating human touch and getting unbearable sick every time a human touches him...but it's for different rerasons than what your story has XD...so...um...yea...bye-bye for now

'Thoughts'
"Speech"
xXParsletongueXx
/thought through a mind link

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Chapter one
lessons of a different kind

"Mmmmmmm...Crimson...What a beautiful color...it's a color that Gryffindors are not worthy of..." Said a very sedated Harry Potter standing in the middle of a blood soaked kitchen. He smiled to himself as he inspected the blood splatters on the wall and the blood soaked carpet. He had worked so hard to clean that carpet only hours before he had unleashed all his fury on his so called relatives. He chuckled darkly at the irony of it all and soon that chuckle turned into a full out insane laugh. it took a little while but after he had calmed down he started to walk through the house to admire his work.

As he walked trough the house he stopped at the cellar door and shivered...he dare not enter that place. It was the place that held the only type of fear over him...it was where he was brutally robbed of his innocence. That place was where he had gotten beaten, raped, and tortured on every level of pain ANYONE could ever imagine. As Harry though of all that he had been through in that room he began to loose his balance as flashbacks of every thing that had happened ran before his eyes. He quickly got his composure back as he fell to the floor on his hands and knees.

He tested his balance as he leaned on the wall for a few minutes but soon deemed himself ready to walk on his own. He continued on his way through the house and went up the stairs. Harry heard a creak of a loose floor board on the stairs and remembered all the time he had spent in the cub board just below his feet. Harry quickly discarded the memory as he reached the top of the stairs and the sweet smell of death met his nose. He gave a small smile completely forgetting all the bad memories even if just for a moment.

He decided to ignore the amazing aroma that assaulted his nose for a moment knowing that he had to get ready to leave soon as he was expecting guests. He turned into his room and smiled as he saw all the little torture devices that he had invented in his spare time laying on the floor. With a wave of his hand over the mess everything began to pack itself into his trunk. He watched as the torture devices hid themselves in a hidden compartment in his trunk and knew that he would have a chance to use them somewhere in the near future. Soon after all of his things were packed he grabbed his trunk and put it at the bottom of the stairs.

Harry made his way back up the stairs and then went into Dudley's bedroom and was immediately thrown into an amazing work of art...His cousin was all over the place.

'Hehehe he looks even more like some deranged painting now than he used to...but i have to admit...this look fits him much better than that whale costume he always wore.'

Harry broke out into a fit of giggles as he imagined his cousin in the whale costume that he had worn five years ago at a Halloween party.

'Ahhhhhh...good times, good times'

As harry was about to make his way out the door he stepped on a piece of brain matter.

'Well that's grouse...hmmm...whats this?'

Harry quickly wiped the piece of brain off of his shoe and bent down to pick up the thing that had caught his eyes. There was a stick like thing sticking out from under his cousin's pillow and he picked it up to examine it. His eyes widened to the size of diner plates as he realized that he had just picked up a wand. He looked at the poor excuse for leftovers of his cousin and then grinned as if imitating a chesire cat. He broke the wand in two and dropped the now useless thing on the remains of his cousin with a whispered "Oops."

Harry then continued to his aunts room and smiled at his horrible "Paint Job" that he had done on the walls with the horse woman's blood. He looked at small broken pile that had been his aunt that was huddled in the corner of the room and gave a sickening smile.

"Oh come now...that's not where i left you."

Harry smiled teasingly at the broken body that was looking at him with pure and utter fear. His smile died away and was replaced with a frown that redefined the very meaning of rage.

"Oh...don't want to PLAY with me anymore?...what you don't like this GAME?...well you seemed to like playing with me when i was the one that was in your place."

Harry Gave the woman a fake sob after he had calmed down and then gave her a sickening smile that promised a thousand years of pain. She gave a muffled scream as he started to approach her with and insane smile on his face. She lifted her one good hand up to her mouth and started tearing at her lips as if she were rabid. She was trying to rip out some stitches that Harry had placed through her lips prior to her torture. As he arrived at her side he knelled down and took her hand away from her mouth carefully.

Harry took the hand into his and have her a surprisingly warm smile and coaxed her to relax...She was stupid enough to do so. Harry grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed it painfully. She gave a choked sob as he wandlessly conjured up a butcher knife. He then pulled her down so that she was laying on her stomach and he placed her hand down on the floor. Once again harry started to giggle as if he was insane *cough cough* and then he raised the knife high up into the air and brought it back down.

There was so much force behind that blade that her wrist severed immediately and the knife stuck into the wood under the carpet. She then screamed so hard that her lips were torn free from their bindings. Harry relished in the painful screams and sobs that echoed from the womans mouth but he soon grew tired of it and decided to end it. He pried the knife out of the floor and then brought it back up into the air. Once again for the second time that night he brought the knife down so hard the head was severed from the body immediately.

Harry's face was splattered in blood as the he severed a severe artery.He smiled wickedly as he felt the warm coppery liquid enter his mouth and slosh all down his front. Once the body was done twitching he dropped the head to the floor not even realizing that he had been holding it in the air. He whipped at his mouth and walked out of the room with a smile on his face. He went back down the stairs completely soaked in blood and walked into the kitchen.

he heard a distant howl of a werewolf and he looked out the kitchen window and smiled at the silver glow of the full moon. He knew that his visitors would be there soon and decided to wait for them. He looked back at the moon and gave a content sigh and a small smile.

'today was such a wonderful day'

And with that thought he poured himself a cup of tea after washing his hands. As harry began to sip at his slightly sweetened tea and he looked back at the moon. He loved the way that the moon shined that lovely silver color...i mean after all he WAS supposed to be in Slytherin. He looked at the beautiful illumination that the moon gave off and followed it through the window. He followed the illumination to a the floor where a very large puddle of crimson liquid seemed to grow.

Harry stared in wonder at the beautiful reflection of the moon in the scarlet liquid. It took him a few minutes to notice it but when he followed the puddle back to the source of it he cursed loudly realizing that the fat man that had used to be his uncle was dead.

"GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!! what right did you have to take away what should have been mine?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

Harry through the cup of tea onto the floor watching angrily as it smashed on the floor. After a little while of deep breathing he calmed down.

"Well...just because you took your life doesn't mean that i can't still play with you...just because you're a poor looser doesn't mean we can't still have fun."

Harry grinned maniacally and walked over to the dead body. He pulled the knife out of his uncle's hand and backed away. Harry decided to take a look at the dead body. He smiled to himself as he looked at
the damage that he had done before his uncle had taken his own life. He had cut out his uncle's tongue so that he couldn't scream, took off three of his fingers on his left hand, gouged out his eyes, and did a spell on him that would make it feel as if he was being raped repeatedly by a large tentacle monster.

'Hmmmm...i should have taken the fingers off of his right hand so that he couldn't grab hold of the knife'

With that thought Harry did something anyone wizard or muggle could even dream of doing...or if they were in thrie right mind they wouldn't WANT to do it. Harry's eyes started to bleed into a pure black that seemed to hold the universe in them. His hair turned a Deathly white color that was tipped with blood red...and then with a twitch of his finger his dead uncle rose off of the ground. Harry controlled the movements of the body for a few seconds before his concentration was broken by a very seductive voice in his head

/Hey Potter?

/Tom?

/Yeah

/What are you doing...other than trying to break my concentration?

/um...i think that we're lost

/WHAT?!?!?!?! How the hell can you be lost?...and you're supposed to be a dark lord?...i fear for you...i really do.

/Yes well...just shut up and tell me where the hell i am...or more correctly where the hell YOU are...cause i'm right in front of where your house is supposed to be

/...oh yeah...i forgot...you can only see it if i let you in...sorry

/Bubble head

/Am not!!!!

/Are to!!!!

/FINE!!!! i am not going to argue with you

/YAY!!!!

/Alright i'll be there in a minute

/Okay

After that last thought directed to Tom Harry cut off the link that he had shared with him. Harry walked over into the living room and looked out the window. Indeed just like Tom had said he and his Death Eaters were standing right in front of the house but not seeing it. He then walked over to the door, opened it and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the door he and the house became visible. Tom and the rest of his Death Eaters looked at harry completely shocked that he was covered in blood.

"God what did you do Potter?" Belatrix LeStrange asked from her position by Tom's side.

"Oh nothing...just teaching some filthy muggles a lessen...wanna join?" Harry asked her cheerfully with and evil glint in his eyes.

"No...i'm okay" Belatrix said a little bit scared.

"...WOW...if Belatrix is scared of Potter then i think that we should be to." Said a random Death Eater.

grumbles of aggreement followed this statement.

"That is very wise of all of you." Tom said with a smile.

"...so are we going to just sit here and have idle chit chat...or are we going to go inside?" Harry asked starting to get a little aggitated.

"Lead the way Mister Potter." Said a highly ammused Tom.

Harry lead them all inside and Belatrix approached the dead body of Vernon Dursley.

"wow...you really did a number on him."

"Yeah...well...he didn't want to play with me any more cause he's a poor looser...so some how hw ended up getting a knife and killing himself before i got to finish...but if you really want to see a work of art go upstairs and look in my cousin's old bedroom." Harry said smiling playfully.

Belatrix got a gleeful look in her eyes and ran up the stairs to go look. A few minute later after she inspected both Harry's cousin and his aunt every one heard a loud squeel of delight and belatrix ran down the stairs. Seconds later harry was glomped by an over excited Belatrix and harry couldn't keep the disgust from his face as flashes of his uncle raping him ran through his mind. Tom unfortunatly...yet fortunately at the same time saw these flashes through the mind link after he opened it after seeing the look on harry's face. He pulled Belatrix away from Harry and the flashbacks stopped.

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Sorry...but that's all i can write right now...my hands are about to fall off...and sorry if got a little to choppy at the end...but i am really tired...so yea...pls review and tell me what you think