Unforeseen Darkness

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. The author of this story does not claim any such ownership of Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author’s Note: This fictional work includes scenes of non-consensual sex. Flame if it makes you feel better. I do not condone the practice of any such described actions outside of a fictional setting.

Summary: A very dark Harry returns to Privet Drive after his fifth year at Hogwarts and takes himself out of the equation concerning the war with Voldemort, intending to make his new “peaceful” existence very fun. M/F, Harry/Many, Oral, Anal, Mind Control, N/C, Incest, Tort, Death, Slave

Unforeseen Darkness – Chapter 1

The drive home from Kings Cross Station was pretty uneventful, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia shooting disgusted glances over their shoulders at Harry every once in a while, but otherwise ignoring him. It was okay.

Dudley looked downright frightened though, trying to squeeze his considerable frame as far away from Harry as possible. It turned out to be a rather difficult task, as they were both seated in the rather small backseat.

After about 40 minutes they arrived at Privet Drive and Vernon pulled into the driveway. Dudley was out of the car before it was even parked.

‘That’s right Duds. Fear me you should.’ was the thought that ran through Harry’s mind as an amused smile crept onto his face. ‘I can destroy you.’

Aunt Petunia was less obvious in her fear, masking it with disgust, but visibly wary. Meanwhile, Uncle Vernon’s brain didn’t seem to be able to accept fear of the Freaks – especially his nephew – and instead anger was steadily beginning to shine through in his features.

“Help me out with the trunk, Vernon. It’s heavy.” Harry basically ordered, testing his uncle’s restraint. He wasn’t sure about his plan; he had the theory of it all worked out but the consequences if it failed in practice would be dire.

Aunt Petunia went very pale and Uncle Vernon’s face immediately went that certain – very unbecoming – shade of puce at the way Harry addressed him and started sputtering nonsensical threats of bodily harm. Still, he seemed able to keep his temper under control for now. “Fine, boy…” Vernon growled.

Petunia ran for the perceived safety of her home. Harry smiled, took Hedwig’s cage and followed as his Uncle wrestled the trunk into the house.

They feared the Order’s retribution if they mistreated him. Hah! ‘Idiots.’

They had no idea what was in store for them. Harry had done some uncharacteristically intense studying before he had to leave Hogwarts.

“Now see here, boy,” Vernon began after putting down the trunk in his room. “Don’t go expecting me to help you out with anything more, I’ve got much better things to do with my time than help the likes of you.”

“Wouldn’t dream of asking for anything, Uncle.” Harry replied with a small smile. Vernon seemed tempted to beat the amusement off of his face, but thought better off it, glancing out the window suspiciously.

Harry shut the door behind him and set to work on the wards. Reading through the instructions one last time, he gathered the necessary ingredients easily. He got a few of his aunt’s hairs from her hairbrush, cut his hand to get some of his own blood and the rest he had acquired by visiting Hogsmeade Apothecary in disguise before the end of term. He then set to work on the potion.

Two and a half hours later the potion was complete and as far as Harry could tell it was flawless. He crept outside, not wanting to wake the Dursley’s just yet, through the kitchen and out onto the back lawn. He waited there for a while, listening intently, then… A snore.

Harry couldn’t believe that the Order would put Dung on guard duty after the threats made against the Dursley’s considering mistreatment. It made this whole ordeal easier though, so he guessed he shouldn’t complain.

He carefully made his way over and slid the invisibility cloak off Dung before bashing his head in with a frying pan. Dung woke up after the first blow, but fell into unconsciousness again after the second. Harry wasn’t even sure if he would wake up again after the third through eleventh.

Dung dealt with, he proceeded to carefully pour an appropriate amount of the potion he’d made in each corner of the property, whilst muttering long incantations and weaving through a set of complex wand-movements.

This was safe, though. No detectable magic would be flowing off Harry until he finalized the spell.

When he finished with the perimeter spellwork Harry once again crept inside and up the stairs. ‘Now the timing is crucial…’ Harry thought to himself as he entered Vernon and Petunia’s room soundlessly. Harry threw a stunner on Vernon, waking Petunia in the process as Vernon bounced of the mattress and stuck the wall behind their bed hard from the force of the spell.

“Wha’..?” Petunia questioned, barely awake, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes and fumbling around in the darkness.

“Imperio!” Harry whispered, aiming at his aunt. She looked even more confused for a while, staggering around, and then she apparently came to her senses. Apparently Harry’s first imperio wasn’t exactly a success.

“What are you doing in here?!” Petunia screeched at Harry and he had to sidestep her as she tried to push him out the door. Harry slammed the door shut with a wave of his wand and locked it magically. His aunt’s eyes went wide at the action and all color drained from her face.

Harry smiled, pouring more magic and intent into the spell. “IMPERIO!”

Aunt Petunia’s eyes went unfocussed and she relaxed visibly. ‘Good.’ Harry handed her the vial of remaining potion, ordering her to drink it slowly through their mindlink as he started chanting and spellweaving once again. Five minutes later they were done and Harry could feel the Fidelius Charm falling into place, his aunt the secret keeper as the spell caster and secret keeper couldn’t be the same.

There would be no rescue here.

Harry had to move quickly now, the Order would arrive any minute. Blew the door off it’s hinges outward with an overpowered bludgeoning spell and watched with satisfaction as it hit his cousin head on with force enough to send him sprawling.

A small bit of recognition came to life in Petunia Dursley’s expression but it lasted only an instance. Harry Potter was a rather powerful wizard, after all. He strode out in the hallway, casually sending a full-body bind at his cousin and produced his potion’s knife in his right hand, shifting the wand to his left.

“Bandrea culmis deterriae, fuscia tors brium.” Harry said, and then grinned widely as he stabbed the knife through Dudley’s throat and cut towards himself, right through a major artery and Dudley’s windpipe. Blood pumped out on the floor and into Dudley Dursley’s lungs, hindering his breathing, with every heartbeat and he was dead within a minute. Harry felt the fall of the bloodwards Dumbledore had set up, way back when.

It was a real shame that Dudley had to die so quickly, but the bloodwards would’ve allowed Dumbledore entrance through the Fidelius Charm.

Petunia had another internal struggle but it passed as quickly as the first. Harry wanted to see the look on her face when he lifted the imperius, but that would have to wait a little while longer. He went outside quickly, ordering Petunia to follow and dragged Dung’s limp body to the property line.

Dung was still alive, visibly breathing, as Harry threw him outside of the Fidelius Charm.

Now with the bloodwards gone, the Fidelius in place and his minder outside no one could interfere. Harry hadn’t really planned it out after this; he figured he hadn’t needed to since he could do whatever the fuck he wanted now.

Harry mentally ordered his aunt to grant him irreversible access to the property and she did, just as Order members and Aurors started popping in outside of the wards. He chuckled at the confused facial expressions of the newly arrived wizards and witches, the horror on Dumbledore’s face as he rushed to Dung’s side.

Aunt Petunia got down on her knees at Harry’s order and opened her mouth. With a cruel smile Harry cast a strong position-retaining body-binding spell on her before lifting the imperius. Petunia’s face immediately contorted in a war between emotions; cycling through her immense disgust at her nephew, excruciating pain at the murder of her son and incredible fear at what was going to happen to her now. Other than that she couldn’t move a muscle and Harry’s attention returned to the crowd outside of the wards.

Everybody was looking around wildly, their gazes jumping from Number 2, Privet Drive to Number 6 again and again. Harry grinned viciously and spoke “Morsmordre!” with his wand pointing straight up in the sky. That should add to their confusion nicely.

Harry observed the chaos, the fearsome shouting, with a satisfied smirk as the Dark Mark appeared in the sky, lighting the area with a sickly green light. This had the added effect of letting Harry see their faces more clearly.

Remus was there, as was Moody and McGonagall. Moody kept it together, but Harry had never before seen McGonagall or Remus looking quite so helpless and afraid. A chuckle escaped him at the sight.

Ah, over there was Kingsley Shacklebolt and Tonks – on official Auror business apparently, as they were in uniform along with five more Aurors Harry didn’t recognize.

Harry would bet that the Ministry underage detection charms had picked up his wand casting the unforgivable, considering the looks on their faces and the expressions of those they spoke to. Molly Weasley and the twins looked, if possible, more horrified than the rest of the bunch and close to Harry, checking Dung’s injuries with Dumbledore, were Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley.

Harry couldn’t make out much of what was said as everybody was speaking at once. From what he heard, though, no one seemed to have caught on to the real situation. The total mayhem of the scene had even Dumbledore so off his game that Harry could work unnoticed.

He walked up behind Fleur, who stood facing away from Number 4 right outside of the wards attempting to heal Dung’s head injury. He quickly jabbed his wand out and shot an imperio in her back before withdrawing it again. The nonexistent distance between Harry’s wand and Fleur’s back at the time of casting made sure that there was no tell-tale curse beam to draw anyone’s attention and though Fleur faltered slightly in her healing, no one took notice.

It amazed Harry that barely anyone could resist the Imperius, but he chuckled; who was he to complain? Harry ordered her to act natural and return to Privet Drive later, before turning his attention back to his kneeling aunt.

Petunia Dursley was acutely aware that she looked very ready to suck cock like a whore and that she couldn’t move a muscle to prevent it from happening. A desperate look etched itself onto her face as Harry unzipped his jeans and pulled his big, hard cock out and walked over to her. The power, the control, was overwhelmingly arousing. Petunia was his to do with as he pleased. He slapped her face with his dick for a bit, loving every second of her humiliation. He poked her in the eye with it.

Petunia looked downright furious at that, so Harry shoved his cock in her hot, slick, unwilling mouth and started pumping in and out slowly.

The look of anger only served to excite him further. God, that was hot.

Harry’s eyes locked with Petunia’s as he spoke. “Do you like the way my cock tastes, auntie dear?” he questioned with a satisfied leer, giving her no opportunity to reply as he continued thrusting his throbbing dick inside her mouth.

Petunia glared intensely up at him, so Harry shoved his cock all the way down her throat and kept it there, wheezing in pleasure as she gagged and swallowed around him.

“I hope you do.” He said. “You’re going to taste a lot of it from now on.”

He moaned as he once again started pumping in an out of her hot orifice. “You’re going to be my little cocksucking whore.”

The look of pure panic that entered Petunia’s face when he said that almost brought Harry over the edge, but not quite. He ripped open the blouse Petunia was wearing and reached inside her bra to harshly fondle her surprisingly firm c-cup breasts. He started forcing his cock down her throat with every thrust, going faster and faster.

“Aaah!” Harry moaned as he pulled out so that only the tip of his cock was in Petunia’s mouth, then he came hard, spurting stream after stream of sperm into her mouth and then on her face and breasts.

“You really do look like a nasty little whore, Aunt Petunia.” Harry taunted, smearing his seed all over her face with his cock and over her boobs with his hand. “I’m going to let you sit here with a mouthful of my sperm and think about that while I go inside and deal with dear Uncle Vernon.”

Harry conjured a black dog collar and charmed it heavily for a minute before putting it around Petunia’s neck and grinning. She wouldn’t be able to remove it, nor leave the property whilst wearing it. He also added a compulsion charm that should be quite strong enough to make it absolutely impossible for her to hurt him intentionally.

“Maybe I’ll rape your little whore arse when I’ve properly disposed of Vernon, Petunia.” Harry shot over his shoulder with a grin still plastered on his face as he walked inside his home.