It was now a month since Sirius Black died. Harry, thanks to a stupid choice made by the Order of the Phoenix, was having the worst summer of his life. When he, finally, had enough, he decided to run away. Naturally, as most things in Harry's life tend to do, nothing went as planned.
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Lord Voldemort had been aware of the horcrux he'd unintentionally placed in Harry Potter's mind for around a month now. He had been enlightened to it during his brief possession of the boy, and was now intent on either transferring it or preserving it's host. As it had turned out though, only the latter was possible.
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Disclaimer:
The Harry Potter series does not belong to me, if it did it would've been much gayer. And probably not released yet.
Author's Note:
This story contains some graphic mentions of violence and since I'd like to think I'm a decent person, I'll put a warning at the beginning of each chapter containing such content. Other than that there will be no smut, mpreg or dramatically changed personalities, at least not in the main cast. This does not include Voldemort, since writing him in-character would make this book impossible to write.
Have a good read my dear people and I apologise for such a long ass description.