Dark Child. (Harry Potter)

An: I feel the need to express this clearly and I did not do it justice when I first upload it, I have to say, this story doesn't reflect any of my characteristics and is purely by entretaiment, english is not my first language and I hope it's stays that fucking way, this will be batshit insane, it will include things that I have yet to seen touched in a fanfic, the main character will be heavily flawed so please do not take his actions at face value and enjoy my crappy piece of writting

London was a beautiful city, where passions like fashion and economy seemed to grow, where people lived a beautiful although rainy life, and most likely in their first world worldview they were quite normal. They accepted the normality of the name calling, the insults and the sins.

Calum licked his lips in delight, the idea already tantalizing his mature, and immature young mind, after all here there were murderers, sinners, all terrible people in the planet, and he could enjoy basking in their sinful activities, their robberies, the corruption, mmmhhh wasn't that delicious to the nine year old. The boy was quite short for his age, with black hair and captivating light dark skin, flawless eyes hazel eyes, and that damn sick and twisted grin, the city was just made for him he just had to figure out how everything fucking worked.

He skipped, fucking skipped, to a an abandoned building, this would have to do, a fine and dandy living place, an used to be fabric of toys right on the outskirts of civilization, oh this was going to be fun.

Calum walked towards the door, anticipation building up in his heart, what might he find? A murder, a couple of teens having sex, a fucking human centipide, with a crazy doctor reeking of rage and murder tendencies, oh he was already too much into this crazy fantasy. His lips the color of milk chocolate on the edges but turning pink on the flesh, showed a grin full of teeth, where each one seemed sharper than the rest, almost ready to eat meat, human meat.

The door, made of wood with a couple of locks, seemed too easy to him, too lax, too boring, so with a simple kick he tried to force it open. Bad idea, his foot almost screamed at him with aching disappointment and pain, the door remained closed to him, making the situation better. Calum tried not to get too excited as he whispered something that nobody could really understand, before it blew open, taking with it a lot of the wall.

His finger lingered too long on the broken pieces, almost like they were sorry, not for really destroying it, most likely for ruining the fun. Calum laid still his body, his eyes, his ears, not quite receiving any information, while his brain worked extra hard to put itself into the situation, to localize everyone, only to find nothing, nobody was living here, somehow.

With not so cautious steps, more well described as careless strides, Calum elegantly strode into the place, with a not so pleasant looking smile on his face, his arms outstretched, like he was walking to hug someone, while his hands, let the occasional streak of lighting hit the walls, or the floor, or the roof even. He simply did not care.

His brain was still over driving when he finally sensed it, a breath that took too much good, and let out so much bad, a magicless human, on the breach of insanity, due to… He took another breath, and licked the air. It smelled like everything was alright, but the air tasted too much like drugs, cocaine specifically. His hands moved quickly to stop the giggle that was about to come out of his mouth. Calum continued walking until the factory hit a dead end, with only a passage to the right, and Calum knew exactly what was over there. He was waiting for it, the man was emitting sounds of armed, and through the walls Calum could see the man's fear, so as each step he took, his hair went lighter and longer, towards a platinum blond, his stature decreased, his eyes turned blue, and his skinned turnen white, and just when he hit the corner he saw him.

A man consumed by drugs, his cheekbones too high, no fat on him, ragged clothes, and a crazy glint that was way too similar to Calum, only without the sadistic tendencies.

The man, who had part of his right eye missing, was bestowed the name 'eyeless' on his mind. Eyeless tried to throw a insult at him, maybe even a threat, but his words would never reach Calum's ears as he fell down covering his mouth not to scream, his left eye, which seemed eager to cause pain now looked panicked. I mean, who wouldn't after all now Calum was the splitting image of the five year old sister Eyeless had killed, poor her.

Calum looked to Eyeless right eye, the one which was missing, almost like this part was also funny to him, and with a sick twisted grin smiled at him while his eyes showed a different image, hurt, betrayal, and anger. "Stop Isaac" He repeated his sister's last words.

The neck of Calum now began to bleed, wasn't he such a wonderful performer. Although his magic was coming up dry so he will have to finish this quickly.

Eyeless seemed to snap out of it, and took a run to Calum, trying to impale his pocket knife into Calum's chest, but stopped mid way, he couldn't move no more, his distress at seeing the sister he had killed along with the carefully placed curse, seemed to have stucked him in place.

Calum walked the few steps he had to, before he was face to face with Eyeless, up close he looked to be thirty although Calum knew he was twenty two, his delicate long finger caressed Eyeless face, and through the expression of the left eye of Eyeless expressed distress, but that seemed to full Calum more who only whispered the word "Kneel" to his ears, it was quiet, almost like he hadn't spoken at all. But Eyeless body wasn't his any more, and simply fell to his knees harshly, still not moving more than what Calum desired.

Calum's fingers played with Eyeless hair for a second, enjoying the moment, finding comfort in the extreme power situation, he was nine but he was also well, what people called a problem child. And what problems do problem children have? Well an uncanny ability to gather minions, but Calum wasn't one to talk to get them.

Calum's right index finger sharpened like a knife and cut through the meat and bone of Eyeless skull, right into where his brain was, and when he did that he had to take a breath. Man was he too tired to do this magically, well he could always meet it half ways. While the wound bleed crazy, Calum, kneel down in front of Eyeless right eye, he smiled, but kept it, polite, simple, like Eyeless sister used to smile "Isaac" His words sounded unlike his own, it was feminine, and it went upwards, almost like asking a question when ending a sentence. "I'm going to make you fucking regret raping me, how about we destroy thoughts mhh" Although the words were harsh and way too cruel he sounded, sorry? No, vindictive and polite. Calum grabbed a nearby nail and put it right in the missing flesh of the right eye "Time to lobotomize" He could not, not sound like his own voice this time, instead of drawing up the sentences like a question it now seemed like he answered his own, like he didn't care what Eyeless was about to say, after all, he was a sinner, what was troubling was that he could feel the transformation leaving his hands, his skin, hair, eyes, and stature becoming his own, so without thinking twice he impaled the nail up his skull reaching his brain, and when he took it out, he took some brain matter with him, leaving an imprint of magic where the cognitive part of his brain was. Eyeless moved, the curse to stop him no longer in place, as he took Calum by the hand to a makeshift bedroom Eyeless had made for himself.

Calum, smiled at his newborn minion, as he jokingly used his blooded finger as a sword to knight Eyeless. His finger moved from his right shoulder to his left one, while he whispered.

"You are now Eyeless, the one who sees" He wanted to bursted out laughing, and he did, but Eyeless remained expressionless, his mouth unmoving, his eye uncaring. "You are too boring" Calum said to himself while Eyeless yet again, did not react. "Protect this place I guess" A yawn came out Calum's mouth, he sure was tired, he step backed into the bed and laid down, he could almost see himself, a figure to hate, a figure to fear, a figure to worship, and with dreams of becoming his best self he went to sleep.

A just turned eleven year old Calum opened his eyes to 'Tweaky', an used to extasis user, whose hands still trembled at the name of the drug, woke him up, with a plate of eggs and bacon on his right hand and a letter on his left hand.

"Oh Tweaky thank you" His words which sounded sincere never were, "Oh you brought me my mail, that brings me such extasis" On cue Tweaky's hands shook, and although Calum felt joy at the fact he had him so wrapped up, he still felt bad for the eighteen year old, I mean, he meant to have the kid almost drop at his knees at the name of the drug, but that was damage that he could still cause. Calum took the letter already knowing it was from a magic school but not knowing which one. He took it from Tweaky, and carefully examined it, the letter was made from parchment, and the wax seal showed a lion, a snake, a pigeon, and heaven knows which animal was the next one but he sure as hell didn't. 'Mmhhh, this must be the letter from the French one isn't it, Passing Batons, wasn't it' he said referring to beauxbatons.

Calum opened the letter and scanned the content quickly. 'Like I thought, this is from hog…' Calum scanned the letter again 'Yes this is from Hogwarts, this is what mother wanted.' Calum pressed the letter to his chest, his mother had told him that this is what he would find what he was looking for, love, lots of love, actually lots of people to mess with and hopefully destroy some light values, and cause more chaos.

The letter specified that should an escort be needed they would provide one, but right now he wasn't going to ask that, he would seem… weak. He giggled, maybe he should ask for an escort.

As he finish reading he found a piece of bacon almost on his mouth, he wanted Tweaky to feed him so he did, with the trembling hands he slowly gave him piece after piece, as Calum thought to himself, what would make the best impression, to have an escort or to just blister through this whole wizarding thing on his own. He continued eating none the wiser, until he felt himself chewing through raw meat, through bone even.

He greedily swallowed it whole and opened his eyes, to see Tweaky missing a finger and looking at him, with the same blood shot eyes like always. "You know, you are not even fun to mess with, I even tried to eat your liver once, and you remained like this." Tweaky's facial expression remained the same, and for that reason he felt proud and also quite sad, he couldn't get any reaction from him, but from most of the 'gang' he couldn't, the only one whose procedure didn't go as well was his favorite, and the one who was going to escort him to this Diagon Alley. Calum weaved at Tweaky's finger as it began to regrow

"Eyeless" He called out, and as he wanted, his favorite servant walked up to him, with the same dead look on his face, but the right eye still showed a little resistance. Eyeless was also dressed in a nice attire, a simple baggy hoodie, and jeans, much better than he had dressed the rest of the 'gang', he appreciated the ones who caused him much more fun.

Calum stood up and put his finger right where Eyeless's right eyeball should be.

"You shall take me to the Diagon's Alley, ok?" He got no response, except for that twitch on his left eye that showed him that some part of Eyeless was still alive, that there was still parts to exploit. Calum dug his finger much deeper until his whole finger was in Eyeless brain, and then took it out.

"Well to the leaky cauldron" He said happily.

AN: I seriously hope you weren't dissapointed and be prepared for it to get darker, for romance and violence, and if you have any questions about the main character and his magic, you will just have to wait, for a long ass time too.

Also tomorrow and the day after there will be another chapter do not expect this consistency, but maybe I will be.