Balerion Black and the Rise of the Dark Lords

Slowly, I raised my head.

Water dripped down and splattered on the tile floor. Something hot and coppery was inside my mouth, sticking onto the top of my throat and suffocating my lungs.

I instinctively spat it out into the bowl of water before me, morbidly intrigued at the sight of my blood swirling in the liquid like smoky serpents as the water took on a sickly hue of darkish red.

The world was spinning and my ears were ringing. Both of my hands were shaking uncontrollably as they gripped tightly at the corners of a toilet seat.

My nerves were on fire. Every tingle, every quiver of my body brought forth the remnants of agony I had just suffered. The unforgivable curse, my mind told me.

Laughter could be heard as I struggled with my slipping consciousness. Still desperate to keep my thoughts coherent, it wasn't until a boy grabbed me by my robes and threw me down on the soaked floor did I notice how bizarre the situation I found myself in was.

I was in a toilet, check. I was drenched in toilet water, check. I was coughing up blood, check. A group of brats were jeering me in my sorry state, check.

...Ok, I was somehow being bullied by a group of spoiled cunts. Strange. I don't remember being in this situation.

I let out an involuntary howl as searing pain suddenly pulsed through my temples.

Who am I? Who are you? A Black. Balerion Black. No! What do you mean the Wizarding World!? What do you mean I'm in the Harry Potter universe!? What-NO, I'M A MEMBER OF THE BLACK-shut up! I'M NOT A MUGGLE! I'M-yes, I'm not a fictional wizard- NONONONONO!

Squeezing my eyes shut, I clutched my head and rolled into a ball. A million different memories rushed through my brain; jumbled thoughts, scattered memories, a myriad of emotions-

"HA! Look at this cripple! A Black rolling into a ball! You are more of a porcupine than a man! Truly a disgrace to House Black!"

A disgrace? A cripple?

Almost as abruptly as the pain came, it receded, like the tidal waves. My head felt cold. So cold.

A disgrace? A cripple?

As cold as my heart was, my head burned ever hotter.

My gut twisted. A crimson haze seemed to settle in my vision. Somewhere back in my head, I categorized this as fury.

A disgrace? A cripple?

The callous words reverberated in my skull like a thousand whispers. Echoed in my eardrums like pests. Unknowingly, my hands searched for the wand my parents...my parents of this world...had bought for me at Olivanders.

Nothing touched my fingertips. Oh yes, that vermin of a brother took it. Well, time for plan B then.

After all, I had a weapon I had been honing in secret. For every dishonor, for every sin they committed, I shall pay them back.

I remembered it. I remembered all.

[Visualize. Concept. Intent. Will. Direction.]

I was currently at a farewell party for sending off first-year would-be students before they board the newly constructed Hogwarts Express. A party for purebloods, that is.

My elder half-brother, who was a third-year Slytherin, attended the party with me as my chaperone.

My brother who was also an extremely jealous bastard. My brother who was disgusted by the very fact that I, a half-blood and bastard sired between his pureblood father and a muggle whore, was allowed into the family tree as a Black.

My brother who loathed my exceptional talent for Legilimency (mind arts) with every fiber of his being. A talent he will come to fear, very, very soon.

[Enter. Thoughts. Bend. Will. Break. Through.]

With a single glance, I was in my brother's mind. Every secret, every fear, every deepest part of him was in my hands, at my mercy. And for me, ruthlessness is the only mercy I shall grant him.

One single intent in my mind was enough to make him comply.

[IMPERIO!]

One intent. One will. Only one shall prevail. And it wasn't him.

My brother raised his wand and mine and pointed at the pureblood grunts that stood on either side of him. His lips moved, spelling out the unforgivable curse.

"Crucio!"

They screamed. I willed him to keep them screaming for a while, for I knew my brother had already cast a soundproof spell on the restroom.

After a full minute, I made him cancel it, and kneel on the ground while presenting me with both wands on his raised palms, like the slave he now was.

Plucking them up gingerly, and giving my brother's wand an experimental wave, I pointed it at him.

"Crucio.", I said calmly. I studied in interest as I realized how my brother's wand seemed to gleefully obey my command of torturing its former master. Hmm...something about wand lore and how I won its allegiance?

I need to summarize what little Harry Potter knowledge I have, as soon as possible. With my mental note to myself done, I turned my eyes back at the contorted face of my brother.

Oh, did I mention his name is Saturn? A fit name for a jealous bastard.

...Oops, he's foaming and twitching. Better end this before he is permanently brain-damaged. Or rather, more intellectually impaired than he already was.

After all, a drooling idiot would invite an investigation that I definitely do NOT want.

I stood and looked down at the three shivering scum sprawled on the floor. It was...strange.

Just this morning, I...Balerion Black...feared them. But too much of a coward to fight back against their torturous 'games'. And now...

It was as they say, all it takes is one bad day. I snapped, got possessed, merged with a foreign soul...and now, now, I'm free.

A large manic smile split across my face as I cocked my head sideways. The scum whimpered in terror. Wait, did they shit themselves? Huh...so much for a pureblood.

Better call them shitblood from now on. After all, they do seem terribly fond of the term 'mudblood'.

"Listen here, and listen well, shitbloods. From now on, you shall no longer act as you were. One word, and you will experience agony that would make you beg me to put you out of your misery. One act of defiance, and you would wish that you were off with the soul-suckers in Azkaban. One betrayal, and even Death shall not save your putrid souls."

I made sure to make eye contact with each one of them, before I opened my mouth again.

"Are we clear?"

"""YES!"""", they screamed.

I raised an eyebrow. My brother immediately caught on. After all, he was the one who made the same 'games'.

"YES MY LORD!", he sobbed.

I smiled.

Now...where was that forbidden book about soul contracts and unbreakable oaths...?

I had a lot to do in the remaining hours before my train ride.

Never shall I turn a blind eye again to the atrocities of the purebloods. Never again shall I cower in fear and lick my wounds in the dark.

Never shall one be treated in that undeserving manner, just because of their lineage.

Nevermore.