The bedroom was bathed in a dim, eerie light, the shadows dancing on the walls as Harry Potter lay in his bed, his mind racing with thoughts he knew he shouldn't be having. He glanced over at his wife, Ginny, her chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of sleep. But it was his five-year-old son, Albus, who held his gaze.
Harry slipped out of bed, his feet silent on the cool floor as he approached Albus's crib. The boy was sleeping peacefully, his small face illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window. Harry felt a sudden, overwhelming desire, one that he knew was wrong but couldn't shake.
Ginny woke up with a start, her senses on high alert as she felt Harry's absence. She sat up, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Harry, standing over Albus's crib. She knew that look in his eyes, and she felt a surge of anger and disgust.
"Harry," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Harry didn't turn around, his eyes still fixed on Albus. "I can't help it, Ginny," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I need him."
Ginny swung her legs over the side of the bed, her eyes blazing with fury. "You're a sick, twisted man, Harry Potter," she spat. "You're not going to touch him."
Harry spun around, his eyes wild with rage. "You don't understand, Ginny," he snarled. "I can't control it."
Ginny stood her ground, her arms crossed over her chest. "You better control it, Harry," she said, her voice shaking with anger. "Or so help me, I'll-"
But she didn't get a chance to finish her sentence. Harry's wand was in his hand, and he pointed it at Ginny, his eyes cold and dead. "Avada Kedavra," he whispered, and Ginny's body crumpled to the floor, lifeless.
Albus woke up with a start, his small body trembling with fear as he took in the sight of his mother lying motionless on the floor. Harry turned his attention back to Albus, his eyes glinting with desire.
"Daddy?" Albus whimpered, his bottom lip quivering.
Harry ignored his son's fear, his eyes fixed on Albus's small, trembling body. He approached Albus, his steps slow and deliberate.
Albus tried to run, his small legs carrying him as fast as they could towards the door. But Harry was too fast, his long strides catching up to Albus in seconds. He grabbed Albus, his hands rough and unyielding as he forced the boy back towards the bed.
Albus struggled, his small fists pounding against Harry's chest as he tried to break free. But Harry was too strong, his magical powers overpowering Albus's small, five-year-old body.
Harry forced himself upon Albus, committing an unspeakable act that would traumatize the boy for the rest of his life. Albus felt a mix of emotions, confusion and fear warring with a strange sense of love for his father.
In his desperation, Albus reached deep within himself, his small body drawing on a power that he didn't even know he had. He pointed his wand at Harry, his eyes wide with fear as he whispered the same words that Harry had used just moments before.
"Avada Kedavra."
Harry's body crumpled to the floor, his eyes wide with shock as he realized what had happened. Albus stood there, alone and traumatized, his small body shaking with fear and grief.
In a desperate attempt to cope, Albus used the dark magic that he had just discovered, his small body absorbing Ginny's body, wanting to keep her with him forever.
And as he stood there, alone in the dimly lit room, Albus knew that his life would never be the same again.
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