Fanfic: No Love for the Wicked by VigilanteVampire4311 (Read for Free, 1,332,114 Clicks)

Description: Harry Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived. The Golden Boy. The Chosen One.

Characters: Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceHarry Potter & James Potter Harry Potter & Lily Evans Potter Sirius Black & Harry Potter Remus Lupin & Harry Potter Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Regulus Black & Harry Potter Harry Potter & Tom Riddle | Voldemort Poppy Pomfrey & Harry PotterHarry Potter James Potter Lily Evans Potter Sirius Black Remus Lupin Regulus Black Severus Snape Tom Riddle | Voldemort Marauders (Harry Potter) Poppy PomfreyTime Travel Marauders Era (Harry Potter) Angst and Hurt/Comfort Bullying Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Slytherin Harry Potter Possessive Behavior Alternate Universe Depression Harry Potter Needs a Hug Marauders are kinda assholes Tom Riddle is Not Voldemort yet – Freeform Severus Snape is So Done Non-Consensual Touching The Veil no beta we die like sirius black Other Additional Tags to Be Added Existentialism Legilimency (Harry Potter) Madam Momfrey

Summary: Summary:

Harry Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived. The Golden Boy. The Chosen One.?But it turns out when you run head first into an unknown magical artifact and end up in a void, none of that matters. Now he’s in a different time with familiar strangers who just can’t seem to understand the new transfer student, Harrison Miller.?With a Defense teacher he can’t let his guard down for a second around, the Marauders hounding the ‘mysterious’ new Slytherin, and his housemates who cannot fathom a muggleborn being among them, Harry has to wonder whether fate hates him or if he is really a trouble-making freak like the Dursleys always said.

Notes: Notes:

Hi Nightlings,This is my first work on this site so lets hope I don’t screw this up too much. This first chapter is pretty short but I promise they’ll get longer.That being said, I do not own any of Harry Potter, all of that goes to J.K. Rowling and the Warner Bros. I am simply playing in the sandbox. Triggers: Sensory deprivation, loneliness

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Chapter 1: Void of Boredom and Most Certain Insanity

Chapter Text

Harry, sometimes, usually when he was at the Dursleys’, wondered if he should¡¯ve ended up Slytherin.?

There, things quickly melted away from being good and Gryffindor to scourging for any slightest bit of advantage he could find.?

There, he talked in threats and blackmail and lies.?

It was survival, he reassured himself, it was

different.?

He wouldn¡¯t act that way in Hogwarts, no, he just had to change slightly when he went to the Dursleys’, had to put on a mask that assured no weakness leaked out. Because weakness meant exploitation, and exploitation meant pain-?

It was just survival.?

Sounds a lot like self-preservation,

a voice in his head murmured.

Sounds a lot like Slytherin.?

But that voice was wrong. And incredibly unhelpful.?

Especially since he had just probably done the most Gryffindorish, impulsive and as Snape would say,

imbecilic,

deed ever. It had seemed right at the time, instinct, with no thought, no worries of what could go wrong.?

All he had known was that his godfather was gone,

Sirius,

was gone and there was no other option than to follow him. He had ignored the shouting and screaming, had ignored the inky blackness of the Veil, and the whispers that seemed to be just on the other side.?

The only thought was,

I need my godfather.?

And he had thrown himself through it.?

He had called out for Sirius. Screamed his name until his voice was hoarse and his throat burned.?

No one answered.?

It was only a void, silent, still, with no scent and he had to wonder whether he was even making a noise.?

Was this death? The depravity of everything but your thoughts? Eternal solitude and darkness? What kind of sick creator decided

this

was the afterlife??

Was Sirius also here, shouting for someone to hear him? Hoping that there was

something

in this weird world of nothing??

And Harry, just maybe, was starting to regret his decision.?

He had left his friends alone to fight the Death Eaters, even though it was him who led them there. Him who fell for that trap. Him who caused Sirius to fall through the Veil.?

If he had just asked Snape, if he had just thought and waited¡­.?

Harry stared into the void.?

He had gotten his punishment at least.?

Something gross and awful worked its way up his throat, making it so hard to breathe, making it so hard to fight against the burning in his eyes and the scream building up in his mouth.?

He took a shuddering breath.?

He wouldn¡¯t break down.?

He wouldn¡¯t.?

Harry quickly realized there was a problem with being stuck in the void.?

Scratch that, there were

many

problems with being stuck in the void.?

But the worst was how much time it gave him to think. Thoughts in general were just terrible. Because thinking of home, thinking of Hogwarts, and all his friends just led to a terrible ache in his chest.?

Hermione with her nose in a book.?

Ron winning yet another game of Wizard¡¯s Chest.?

Weasleys all sitting around the table, yelling affectionately over each other as each vied for a good portion of the food.??

Dumbledore with his twinkling eyes and soft voice that radiated protection and warmth.?

Hogwarts with all its shifting stairs and disappearing doors.?

It was all gone.?

All wrenched away from him because of himself.?

And his mind would just replay the memories, mocking him, and if it had a voice he knew it would say;

look at all you threw away, look at all that you wasted because of your pride and impulsiveness. You had everything and now you have

nothing.?

And Harry just laughed.?

It was true.?

He didn¡¯t know how many days it had been.?

Too long, that was it.?

Did he sleep? He had no idea. There were no dreams because that was too merciful. Everything was just nothing in his eyes. He flailed sometimes. To just try to convince himself, yes, he existed, yes, he could still move, even if he couldn¡¯t see his limbs.?

He was alive in some way.?

Was his fate just to waste away until insanity gripped his mind like anaconda around its prey??

It must be a punishment. It had to be. He killed Sirius. He led his friends into a trap. This couldn¡¯t be death for everyone, it was too cruel, too lonely, to be what everyone deserved. It was something fitting for Voldemort.?

Something fitting for him.?

His friends wouldn¡¯t go here.?

His friends

couldn¡¯t

go here.?

He started to name off the Weasleys.?

Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny

Over and over again.?

He thought it was to pass the time. A way to not go insane.?

But now it was a test.?

Molly. Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny.?

Sometimes he would do his teachers.

Mcgonagall, Snape, Dumbledore, Flitwick, Trelawney, Hagrid, Pomfrey

He had to remember.?

He wanted someone to touch him.?

He wanted to feel the warmth of Mrs. Weasley¡¯s hugs.

He wanted to brush elbows with Ron.

He wanted Sirius to tussle his hair and put arm around his shoulders.?

Warmth, that was all he wanted.?

Anything, please.?

He broke.?

He cried and no one could hear.

No one could save him.

He was alone.?

He was so alone.

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