Turn Him Evil

When Harry is only one year old, Bellatrix Lestrange kidnaps him off the Dursley's doorstep. For ten years, the Wizarding World had no idea what had happened to their saviour. Until McGonagall sees the Magic Quill writing out a letter to Mr. H. Potter.

Meanwhile, in the Lestrange Estate, Bellatrix and Rodolphus are accidentally redeeming themselves in the eyes of the fandom; While the Wizarding World has spent the last ten years searching for the Boy Who Lived, they've spent them training him to be the most powerful Death Eater in existence; while also teaching him to be kind and sweet to those who deserve it, not to mention spoiling him rotton.


7. Chapter Seven

Okay, so this is the catch-up chapter between years one and four, and we've got about six scenes to get written down. Four were suggested, two I came up with. So... let's get on with it, then.


Life-size chess

"Where are we?" Hermione's voice echoed around the stone chamber they found themselves in. "It looks like some sort of... graveyard." 

"This isn't any graveyard, Hermione." Ron muttered. He walked forward onto a smooth, marble surface, and torches flared into life all around them. "This is a chessboard." 

"So what do we do?" Neville squeaked, his voice filled with terror. 

"Well..." Ron turned around. "Neville, Hermione, I'm sorry, but neither of you are very good at chess. Harry, Draco, you're decent, but..." 

"But you're better at it than any of us, and most of Gryffindor." Harry nodded. "So you tell us where to go and what to do, and that's where we'll go and what we'll do." 

"Okay." Ron studied the board. "So it's pretty obvious we've got to play our way across the room. And since white is across from us, we're going to be playing as black. So Hermione... you take the Queen's side castle. Harry, King's side bishop. Neville, King's side castle, Draco, Queen's side bishop, and I'll be Queen's side knight." 

Apparently, the chess pieces could hear, because the five named pieces turned around and walked off the board. The five friends took up their places. 

"Ron?" Neville peeped. "You-you don't think that this is going to be like, going to be like real wizard's chess, do you?" 

"I think it probably will be." Ron nodded. "See around the edges of the board? There's a bunch of broken pieces. Quirrel must have already come through here." 

"What are we waiting for?" Hermione asked. 

"White moves first." Ron said. "And then we play." 

White's first move was to send a pawn two places forwards, and Ron retaliated by moving the other knight out into play. 

It was only now that Harry, Hermione, Draco, and Neville fully appreciated Ron's chess skills, and Hermione was silently taking back any and every time she had ever chastised him for playing chess with Harry instead of doing homework. Ron truly was brilliant at chess. 

None of the human players escaped being put into play. Sometimes, Ron would only just notice one of them was in danger, and he himself would dart around the board, taking lots of white pieces and saving his friends from danger. 

For the first time in the entire game, Ron simple stood on his square, studying the board intently. Nobody dared say a word and interrupt his concentration, but after nearly three minutes had passed, Draco spoke up.

"Ron?" he said. "We've got to hurry so we can stop Quirrel." 

Ron looked up at him, and then at Harry. 

"You see what has to happen, right Harry?" he asked. 

Harry looked around the board, before realization dawned on his face. 

"No, Ron, don't do it!" he exclaimed. 

"What?" Hermione, Neville, and Draco asked in unison. 

"If I move to there," Ron pointed at a square. "Then the Queen will take me. That leaves Harry free to checkmate the King." 

"No, Ron, you can't!" Hermione shrieked. 

"Ron, we're going to need you!" Neville shouted. 

"No offense to you three, but really, the only one that's really needed is Harry." Ron said. "Now, do you want to stop Quirrel from getting that Stone or not?"

Without giving them a chance to answer, Ron took a few steps forward, and stopped on a square.

"Check," he muttered. 

The Queen slid forward on a few squares, turned to face Ron, and brought her heavy stone arm down on his head. Ron dropped like a puppet who's strings had been cut, and Hermione let out a piercing scream. Nevertheless, she didn't move, and allowed Harry to walked across the board, coming to a halt in front of the King.

"Checkmate." he said loudly. 

The King took of his crown, and tossed it at Harry's feet. Harry looked up into it's stone face, and then took off to the edge of the board where Ron lay.


Making Friends

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Neville were walking down the corridors on the first day of their second year. Ahead of them, two first year girls were walking the opposite way, and looked hopelessly confused. 

When they crossed paths, one of the girls turned to them. 

"Ron?" she said. "Where's the Transfiguration classroom?" 

"That way." Ron pointed down the corridor the way the girls were heading. 

"But after that." the girl pressed. Then she noticed the other four staring at her, and turned a deep shade of red. 

"Oh, yeah." Ron turned to his friends. "Guys, this is my little sister Ginny, and... her friend." 

"I'm Luna Lovegood." the other girl said. She had pretty blonde hair and silvery-blue eyes, although her eyebrows gave her a permanently surprised look. Her earrings were made of what appeared to be radishes, and she was wearing a cork on a string as a necklace. Luna had a strangely dream-like quality to her voice. 

"Hello, Luna and Ginny." Harry smiled at them. "We can show you to the Transfiguration classroom."

"Oh, erm, thanks." Ginny's blush deepened. 

"Do you want to sit with us at lunch, too?" Hermione asked. 

"Um..." Ginny glanced at Luna. 

"I'd love to." Luna said. "Everyone in my House thinks I'm strange, anyway." 

"Oh, I'm sorry." Hermione said sweetly. 

"No, it's alright." Luna said honestly. "They've all probably got Wrackspurts in their brains." 

"Oh, um..." Hermione looked taken aback, but said nothing. 

"Come on." Draco laughed. "We'll take you to the Transfiguration classroom."

"Thanks." Ginny said with a small smile. She seemed to be coming out of her shell. 

"No problem." Neville smiled. 


The Basilisk

"You're going to die, Harry Potter." Riddle said. "The Basilisk answers only to me." 

Harry closed his eyes as the giant snake emerged out of the statue. Desperate, he tried talking to it. 

"Why don't you just go back to sleep." he said. His voice came out in a low hiss. 

The sound of the moving snake stopped. 

"Do you really want to attack and kill a bunch of innocent people?" Harry asked it. "Besides, wouldn't it be much easier to just go back to bed?"

"What?" Riddle gasped. The snake had begun moving again. "What are you doing? Come back!" 

"Wait!" Harry hissed/yelled at it. "Can you eat the diary or something?"

"NO!!!" Riddle screamed, but the sound was cut off abruptly. The snake moved again, before there was a grinding noise of stone against stone. Then all was quiet. 

Harry opened his eyes. Riddle was gone. The basilisk was gone. The diary was gone. Ginny was sitting up from the floor.

"Harry?" she said. Harry sat down beside her, and she hugged him tightly and began to cry. "Harry, I swear I didn't mean to! Riddle made me! I didn't want to hurt all those people, especially not Hermione, I swear, I didn't mean to!"

"It's okay, Ginny." Harry said gently. "I know you didn't mean to. We should head back. Everybody thinks you're dead." 

Still crying, Ginny got to her feet. Harry put his arm around her shoulder, and led her through the Chamber, back to where Ron, Draco, and Neville were waiting with the unconscious Lockhart.


Hogsmeade Permission Form

"Hey, Mum?" Harry asked. "My letter just got here... Can you sign the Hogsmeade permission form?" 

"I don't see why not." Bellatrix said, shrugging, and began looking around for a quill. 

"Really?" Harry looked taken aback. 

"Did you think I wouldn't?" Bellatrix looked back up at Harry. 

"Well, Ron just sent me a letter... He says that he overheard his parents talking, and that apparently Sirius Black has escaped and is out to get me." Harry shrugged. "So, you know... I thought you might not want me out of Hogwarts." 

Bellatrix sighed. "Harry, Sirius Black is most likely not out to get you." 

"Really?" Harry looked surprised. "But... I thought he betrayed my parents... He's a Death Eater!" 

"Harry, I was Voldemort's right-hand woman." Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "I think I'd know if Sirius was a Death Eater. He was the only decent person in our entire family." 

"He's related to you?" Harry asked. 

"Cousins." Bellatrix said. "Your Godfather, too." 

"So why was he in Azkaban if he didn't do anything?" Harry asked. "Isn't he a mass murderer?" 

"That was an accident." Bellatrix said. "Peter Pettigrew betrayed your parents, so Sirius went after him. A rebounding spell blew up the street, and killed Pettigrew and twelve Muggles."

"So he's not a Death Eater?" Harry clarified. 

"No, he's not- wait!" Bellatrix looked at Harry. "If he's in Azkaban for being a Death Eater... why on earth did nobody check to see if he had a Dark Mark? If he was as deep into being a Death Eater as everybody seems to think he was, he would certainly have had a Dark Mark. Did nobody think to check for that? And another thing! Wouldn't your parents have said something in their will or something about being Secret-keeper? Did nobody think to check that either? Am I the only person in this world with any sense?"

"Okay, Mum, calm down..." Harry began, but never got farther than that. 

"No! If this is true, that means they must have sentenced him to Azkaban without a trial!" Bellatrix looked extremely indignant. "I mean, the sort of people they gave a trial to, the one person they didn't was my cousin? I'm going to have to talk to Minerva and Severus... If they could have gotten your father and I cleared, then they can get him cleared. I'll explain it all to them..." 

Without giving Harry a chance to say anything, Bellatrix disapparated. 

"Well okay then." Harry muttered, picking up the permission form. "I guys I'll get Dad to sign my permission form then." 

(By the way, Sirius's name gets cleared... Just in case I don't find a place later on to say that.) 


Patronus Lessons

"Now, Harry." Lupin began. "The concept behind this spell is simple. The execution, not so simple. The words to the spell are Expecto Patronum."

"Expecto Patronum..." Harry muttered. "Okay." 

"In order to summon a Patronus, you must concentrate on the happiest thought you can think of. Keep it in your mind the entire time." Lupin explained. 

"Okay." Harry nodded, and readied himself. "I'm ready, then." 

Lupin looked a bit surprised, but shrugged. With a flick of his wand, the trunk opened. 

The room went icy cold, as a dementor emerged from the trunk. 


A white mist emerged from Harry's wand. Keeping in his mind the thought of his friends and family, Harry took a step forward. The mist moved with him, and the Boggart-Dementor was forced back into the trunk. 

"Excellent, Harry!" Lupin exclaimed. "Wow, Harry, that truly was astounding. Perhaps a little break, and then we'll try again." 

"No, I'm ready to try again now." Harry said. "I've got to get this down." 

The next few tries, Harry only managed to create the same scenario. White mist forcing the Dementor back into the crate. When he became discouraged, however, Lupin had nothing but praise to give him. 

"Harry, you have achieved more than any wizard your age ever has, more than most wizards ever will accomplish. It truly is amazing." 

Harry grunted. 

"It's getting late, you'd better head off to bed." Lupin said. "We'll try again in a few days... I'll let you know when I have another free evening." 

"Okay." Harry said. "Thanks, Professor." 

He left the room. 

"Anytime, Harry." Lupin sighed, sitting down in a chair. "Anytime." 


Goblet of Fire

"The Goblet is ready to make it's decision!" Dumbledore shouted. 

The blue flames in the Goblet turned bright red, and a piece of paper flew out of it. 

"The Champion for Durmstrang," he shouted. "Is Viktor Krum!" 

"Well, no surprise there!" Ron shouted over all the cheers. 

Krum disappeared through the door, and the flames turned red again.

"The Champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" 

"Hey look, Ron, it's your friend." Harry teased Ron, barely audible over the cheering and yelling. The girl with silvery-blonde hair who had laughed during Dumbledore's speech was disappearing through the door. 

The flames turned red once again. 

"The Champion for Hogwarts," Dumbledore exclaimed. The silence in the Hall was full of tension, as Dumbledore announced, "Is Cedric Diggory!" 

"No!" Ron groaned, but nobody heard him but Harry and Draco, as the cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff table like a bomb. 

"Well, there we have it!" Dumbledore smiled out over the students. "Our three Champions. Let us all wish them luck as they travel through the trying and dangerous tasks they will face-" 

Dumbledore fell silent, and it was clear to everyone what had distracted him; the flames in the Goblet had turned red for a fourth time. 

It seemed automatic, the way Dumbledore's hand reached up and caught the paper. 

"Harry Potter." he read. After a pause, he spoke again. "Harry Potter? Harry, up here please." 

Harry turned blankly to his friends. "I didn't put my name in that cup." he said.

"We know that, Harry, now go." Draco pushed Harry forward. 

"Well, through the door Harry." Dumbledore said. He was not smiling. 

The door had only just closed behind Harry when it banged open again. Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Crouch, Bagman, Snape, Moody, and McGonagall hurried in. 

"This isn't right!" Madame Maxime immediately shouted. 

"I was under the impression that you had methods of keeping out underage names, Dumbledore." Karkaroff said nastily.

"Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore asked calmly. 

"No." Harry shook his head. 

"Did you ask an older person to do it for you?" Dumbledore asked. 

"No!" Harry exclaimed. 

"Well, of course 'e is lying!" Madame Maxime snapped. 

"Why on earth would I put my name in?" Harry asked. "I mean, really. The tasks don't seem like they're designed so a fourth year could get through, and even if they were, my parents would kill me." 

"He has no choice but to compete, Dumbledore." Crouch said. "It is a binding magical contract. There is nothing else to be said." 

"Then everyone had better be off to bed." Dumbledore said. "It grows late, and we will all be able to think better in the morning." 

Not waiting for anyone to object, Harry all but ran out of the room.


Welp, there you have it folks. Next is the graveyard scene, where this story really gets started. Hope you enjoyed. I know that the basilisk was a bit less... dramatic, but I figured that, living with Bellatrix and Rodolphus, Harry would have a bit more sense in his head. And also, as he's a Parselmouth, I thought, why not just have him reason with the snake? Yeah, so... Here we are. See you later, pineapples.


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