Harry Potter [Reincarnation of Indra]

Not so sweet home.

It was a stormy morning, Harry had been woken up by Dudley, it was his birthday today which meant Harry would be used at least for the morning. Dudley had 34 presents yet Harry was his favourite one "What a bitch," Harry thought as he looked over at Dudley who had a huge knife in his hand.

Dudley acting on his happiness as it was his birthday threw a knife at Harry which had nastily impaled him in the arm. He looked at the pool of blood spilling over the floor. He looked over to his little sister who was wrapped under Harry's other arm "Ivy stay on the bed" whispered Harry trying his best to give her a smile. She tears seem to run down hey face as if the pain Harry was feeling had been transferred to her. 

Harry stood up wincing at the injury he had just sustained, even though this had happened before the amount of pain he felt never changed. Never changed, nothing would ever change Harry and his sister would be at the hand of Vernon, Petunia and Dudley. He looked at Dudley and back at Ivy. Ivy was to say the least was precious to Harry.

 With newfound motivation he grabbed the knife and pulled it out of his arm and in under 5 minutes the critical wound had healed, he had assumed that his healing abilities came from his oddly shaped scar on his head that resembled a lightning bolt. He despised it, some may see the ability to heal quickly as a gift but after living with the terrible Dursleys he grew to recognise that his ability is nothing but a horrid curse. His curse allowed Dudley to use him as a personal punching bag however as displayed before, punches were not the only thing Harry received. The curse only had one benefit and that was protecting Ivy. At the moment she was his lifeline.

Harry looked at Dudley with eyes that could murder but Harry restrained himself it would have been pointless to attack Dudley after all Harry was weak, feeble, a slave used for food but he had to for Ivy's wellbeing he was conflicted what should he do. Harry hadn't had a good meal in weeks. 

He tended not to remember what happened the day before it would normally just fill him with sorrow, the worst thing that happened to Harry was Dudley using a hammer to break his toes and Vernon Dursley had the job of destroying Harry's fingers. There worst thing Harry could do nothing about it. He would sit there bawling his eyes out as they tortured him. He was at the "Mercy" of Dudley Dursley and Vernon Dursley. Dudley was grotesquely obese and has trouble with anything that could be considered an activity yet he enjoyed punching Harry quite like his father. Like father like son is what they say. Harry winced at the memories flooding his mind almost like a virus. It was almost as if his mind is now permanently scarred and there was nothing anyone would do about it. He had no family apart from his sister. Still, no one would be able to heal the pain in his heart.

Dudley who realised Harry had completely healed decided to pounce once again now striking him with multiple fists to the face, as much as Harry didn't want to admit Dudley was good at anything Dudley happened to be a good puncher. Therefore young Harry was knocked out on floor in the cupboard under the stairs as spiders crawled over his body like a corpse. Ivy had started crying silently in huge sums. She looked at her brother unable to do anything. Petunia and the Dursley family had cut Ivy some slack because Petunia wouldn't allow Vernon and Dudley to beat her in the house.

Harry was woken up by Petunia Dursley at around 18:30, it was time for dinner. Ivy was resting on Harry's stomach. Harry had been out for around 10 hours. Harry had enough, he was not gonna put up for this nonsense anymore. He looked at Ivy who had dried tears over her nose. Harry carried Ivy and put her in the bed and muttered a prayer for her safety.

He stared at Petunia as if he started looking through Petunia's soul. Her pupils dilated as she fell to the floor. "Dead." said Harry monotonously. He felt her blood pool through his socks.. "What happened?" Harry said panicked "I can't control my body what am I doing" he shouted.

Mr Dursley and Dudley rushed into the hallway to see "Precious" Petunia dead on the floor. They looked at Harry with utter horror Harry stared back at them as if nothing happened. Harry had gained many blue tattoos which seemed to pulse as they flew up his arm  emitting power and energy. His left eye closed had slowly close and his right eye blinked and changed to resemble a red eye with 1 tomeo. " YOU'RE A DEMON!!!!!" screamed Vernon in fear. 

"I'm the demon?" said Harry as he slowly walked towards Vernon "Go to Hell."

I know this is a Harry Potter fanfic but I believe including this will add to the plot so just go with it please.

Dudley ran back behind as his father screamed "BOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYY" Harry looked at him subtly. Vernon threw multiple knives at Harry and Harry slapped them on the floor with his bare hands. He grinned once more and in less than 1 second Harry had thrown 3 knives at Vernon, 2 pinning him to the wall and the other one going straight between his eyes. Dudley ran for his life screaming as tears ran down his face. Harry gave him payback for all the punches he was given. Dudley was dead. Harry smiles as if Christmas came early.

Someone stood in front of him and everything turned a bluish hue. "Happy now" said a mysterious man. "My name is Indra Otsutsuki, you are a descendent of mine and have my power however when turning off karma you will become very weak and powerless you can only use the Karma at times of absolute need. Every time you turn on the karma a piece of you and me will be swapped and I am a dead man. In simpler terms a piece of you dies whenever you use your karma. If u have any other questions I will be in your mindscape but for now I'm teleporting you and your sister to random territory."

"Wait!" shouted Harry but before he knew it he had been teleported into what seems like a mansion. The only thing he read was Malfoy Manor before passing out onto the cold marble floor with Ivory Potter next to him.

Karma (楔­, Kāma) is a seal bestowed by members of the that takes the form of a four-point tattoo-like pattern. Karma acts as an Ōtsutsuki backup file for their consciousness. Upon death, an can resurrect themselves using the Karma seal they put on a vessel. The seal will then rewrite someone's genetic pattern, turning them into an Ōtsutsuki. However for the purpose of this story we are going to say that the Otsutsuki cannot be resurrected, instead they insert their conscious into a descendant and after using the Karma for a prolonged amount of time the person dies. If you have any questions feel free to ask me in the comments.

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