Azkaban
By MiSt
Warning: You have been warned. This Fiction is extremely depressive, and it contains many depressive, dispirited, crestfallen, regretful, pessimistic, and all those negative thoughts… if you are looking to be happy I suggest you do not read below this line.
Warning Continued: Good. Now, brace yourself for a very sad fic…
Claimer: Yes, because Voldemort is my master and I am now evil, I now take control and claim all of J.K.Rowling's world of Harry Potter. I now own Hogwarts, the Forbidden Forest, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and every little thing! Because the Dark Lord needs the property…
This is kinda like a double-story fiction. The first part starts off as Harry Potter in Azkaban- but the flashback is also a complete story. Then it moves on to Harry Potter present again.
And now, starting the story, is HARRY POTTER GOES TO AZKABAN
~Story Starts After the Next Line (SSANL)~
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It was a dark, gloomy day. Cloudy. Not a speck of light peering through. It was a dark, gloomy day.
Harry Potter laid chained against the wall, glaring at the ministry wizards in front of him. One wizard was reading a list of crimes that Harry Potter had committed. They might not be true- but he was accused, and that's what happened. Outside, three dementors stood freezing the shit out of Harry Potter. His mother's faint screams echoed against his ears. His dad's last words- the green light-
"So, Mr. Potter, you are being charged with murder, treason, robbery, spying, and torture. You have been the accomplice of the Dark Lord all this time. You have been helping him."
Harry glared at the Auror. But his heart felt strangled- tormented- hung. It wasn't because he was being accused of these crimes. He was guilty.
At the end of the summer of the Fourth Year, Harry Potter joined the Dark Side.
~Begin Flashback~
Harry Potter laid on the ground- bruised- cut- slashed- shot- roasted. He was limp, his body motionless.
As soon as he had gone home, Uncle Vernon was especially mean to him. Harry thought- this was mainly because of last year's incident, with the Ton-Tongue Toffees. They threw him inside the cupboard. They locked everything away. They snapped his wand in half. They roasted the brooms- the invisibility cloak- the Maurader's Map. They had done everything before Harry could even get a hold of his senses and self. "You'll never go back to that crack school- ever again! We don't have to suffer your magic tricks!" Uncle Vernon roared.
Two torturous weeks past- with Harry Potter doing every chore there was. He was let out two times a day to go to the bathroom. He was given cold soup for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Harry did not want to live anymore. There was no way out of the Dursley house. His only companion was Hedwig- who had long started hating him- for the lack of food. He started slacking off. At first, the Dursleys didn't notice. Then they noticed.
The beatings began. At first it was no more than backhand slap or a shove. But day on and day on, Dudley found more and more pleasure in torturing the weak and frail Harry Potter. The beatings became more cruel- knives, needles, fire…
He tried to run away twice- but twice he failed. He had become too tired- then Uncle Vernon would find him. And then the torturous process began all over… all over again.
Then, a most terrible thing happened. Harry accidentally dropped a dish he was washing and it splattered on the floor, spilling shards of glass into Dudley's leg. Dudley had howled in pain- and was immediately sent to the hospital. Harry himself had lots of glass too- more than Dudley- but Uncle Vernon didn't care. That was his most torturous night. Uncle Vernon had seized the also thin owl, Hedwig, and roasted her alive. It was terrible. It was horrific. Harry Potter was screaming at his Uncle. But with no avail.
The next morning dumped into his cupboard was not a bowl of cold soup but instead owl meat. Harry had screamed and went unconscious. He never thought the Dursleys could be like this. All because he was magical…
And then here he laid after the most cruel night possible. Harry rounded his last of his miniscule energy- to do a last attempt at escape. If he didn't- he would die.
Harry grabbed his wooden stick- it wasn't exactly a wooden stick, but a piece of wood he ripped off the ceiling. He swung it at the door- it cracked. He did it again- it opened. Dudley and Aunt Petunia started screaming at once- and Uncle Vernon came down with his rifle. He saw the limping Harry limp out of the house. He loaded. He fired.
A searing bullet entered Harry's back. The pain was fiery, painful, torturous. He screamed in agony but regained his composure as he whammed open the front door.
Uncle Vernon loaded again. He fired. This time, it raced across Harry's ear, chipping a piece off. Harry screamed again- then turned and threw the wooden stick at Uncle Vernon. The wooden stick hit Uncle Vernon on the head. He fell down- unconscious.
Harry ran, despite his bleeding leg. Despite his bleeding back. Despite his cuts, his slashes, his bruises, his burns. He ran like no other. He didn't have any sense of direction- the pain had blinded him. He ran into a couple of trees- but continued on going.
Suddenly, two figures in the shadow leaped up and stunned him. He blacked out, unconscious.
When he woke up again, he was in a graveyard. He peered his eyes open, and was astonished that the bullets- the cuts- the slashes- everything had been miraculously healed. Not only that- but his stomach didn't hold the emptiness anymore- it was full and it felt warm. Harry was shocked at this.
Then he looked up. To his terror- fifty Death Eaters stood before him, with none other than Thomas Marvolo Riddle- also known as Voldemort, the Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, Evil Snake Face, Devil Red Eyes, Supersonic Evil Killing Dude, etc.
Voldemort chuckled, eyeing Harry Potter with amusement. The fifty Death Eaters- as if they were his mimics- his clones, began chuckling and eyeing Harry with amusement also.
"So, finally, you're here, Harry Potter. I was wondering when you'd join me. How do you feel?" He asked, mocking a concerned father's tone. The fifty Death-Eaters started chuckling again.
Harry glared at Voldemort. "I feel fine, Mr. Voldemort." He said, mocking an annoyed child's tone whenever a parent was concerned with their health.
Voldemort smirked, staring Harry in the eye with those fiery, flaming eyes.
"Then you would see, that we have courteously taken care of your wounds, my lord." He bowed, emitting surprised gasps from the Death Eaters.
Harry Potter was surprised also. "What are you talking about, Voldie? Going to try to get me to join you? Going to kiss the hem of my robes? Going to suck up to me?" He asked sharply.
Voldemort smirked again. "You are not easily fazed, Harry Potter. I respect that."
Harry glared at him. "Oh, so now trying the 'admiring' stance?" His insides burned with anger at how Voldemort was mocking him like he was a childish fool.
"Well, then how about a trade, Mr. Potter? I- Voldemort- give you back your parents; and you join me."
Harry was astonished. "Liar," he hissed, "You cannot bring back the dead."
Voldemort was amused. "What if I can?" He pointed his wand at two graves- marking James Potter and Lily Potter.
The next scene was amazing. Streaks of light twirled around the graves, emitting blue and red sparks. A small circle formed, binding the two graves into one. The grave levitated into the air- slowly- stars popping out- and then it started spinning, fast. Faster, faster, faster, until it grew so fast it was nothing more than a blur. Then, an explosion arouse. A huge, fiery explosion, nearly skinned everyone alive.
Lily and James Potter appeared. Everyone gasped. Voldemort smirked more evilly than ever.
"You can't do that. This is a trick. It's false! It's a fraud! It's all wrong!" Harry screamed, disbelieving.
"Oh no it's not. They are real…"
And the two walked up to Harry. They looked nervous- fidgeting, twirling their thumbs, clearly very nervous.
"Err… Harry… we have something to tell you…" Lily started.
"And it may change your views on everything…" James continued.
"It's really important and you should get to know…"
"Or else the rest of your life will be false." They continued each other's sentences as if they had one mind. Harry suspiciously looked behind them to see if Voldemort was doing any hand movements. He wasn't. He was watching, cold fire blazing in his eyes, but his mouth gave to a smirk.
"We're Death Eaters." Lily and James replied in unison. They simultaneously pulled out Death Eater masks. Harry gasped. Everyone else gasped.
"You can't be. This is a trick!" Harry yelled, containing himself.
"It's not, dearest. If you would listen to our story, you will know." Lily said. She pointed at James, and James began speaking.
"You see- as soon as we got out of Hogwarts, our power-hungry minds controlled us. We went to Voldemort and immediately joined as Death Eaters. Voldemort applied us top advisors, as we both had very radiant minds then. We started working out a plan for power."
"This plan, was a very thorough plan, lasting to the range of 20 or more years. This would let us become the most powerful Wizards and Witches in the world. Me, being the heir of Gryffindor, and Lily, being a direct descendant of Merlin, had powers equal to Voldemort. So we partnered with him."
"We had the whole scheme set out. It was a very long plan- and Voldemort was afraid it was too long- and might not work. But he trusted us, and we started the plan."
"First, I went to become Minister of Magic. This gave me all files of the Ministry, giving Voldemort many tips. Have you always wondered how Voldemort was so successful in those days? It was because of me. I relayed every important piece of information to him."
"Next, it came to our sacrificial plan. Lily and I had a baby. You, Harry. The plan was for Voldemort to come and send us- not into death- but we were sent to another galaxy, far, far away. I must note- there were many interesting happenings there- lightsabers- race pods, and others. Voldemort sent his own spirit free from the body, leaving the body to crumple down. This was a way to watch over you- look at what you were doing."
"Throughout your life, Voldemort has been invading your thoughts. He changed the way you thought- so everything would be according to plan. If he had not- you would be in Slytherin. If he had not- you would not become very investigating of issues. If he had not- you would not be brave at all. Voldemort created you, Harry."
"And then, after 11 years, he single-handedly taught you to become what you are now. He soon decided to regain his original body. First, he obtained a dumb teacher. He hated the teacher- for under the teacher's stuttering side, Professor Quirrell had once been a witty and cunning Auror, taking out hundreds of Death Eaters at once. But his fault was foolishness in dire situations. He meant for you to stop him getting the Sorcerer's Stone. When one touches the Sorcerer's Stone, power surges through them. That is why it was wrapped so that Hagrid could not feel that power. Nicolas Flamel was too foolish to realize his power."
"Next, he decided to get the old diary out again, for some fun he had not had for a while. He sacrificed his book- the Chamber of Secrets- the Basilisk- all those, for the Basilisk fang to cut into your body. The phoenix, Fawkes, had not totally removed the poison. Because Basilisk poison is something fatal- but if used with a phoenix, it will bring the one bitten great power. That was all in preparation for the next year."
"The reason you were able to learn the Patronus Charm so early in Third Year was because of that new power. As Remus said, not even some full-fledged wizards and witches could master it. But you did. The dementors, although not intending to, had succeeded in making you faint. Why was this so important? Because when one faints under a Dementor's presence, it gives them insight and perception. You were given many talents early on."
"Sirius Black, in fact, was also a member of our sacrificial plan. He had agreed- for the sake of Voldemort's reign- to sacrifice 13 years of his life in Azkaban. This helped draw away the news reporters from invading your privacy early on. Then, he was returned to you. He made up some pot story about what really happened on that Halloween night- to make you believe him innocent. Remus Lupin was a great asset also. The two worked together to condemn Peter Pettigrew."
"In your fourth year, Voldemort used the Imperius curse on Peter Pettigrew. Peter Pettigrew, too weak, was unable to fight the curse. Through out the year, Voldemort sent Barty Crouch to help you acquire more knowledge. Soon, after escaping Voldemort again, you were already very powerful. You were perfect for the reenactment of the Dark Lord's reign."
"And that is where we stand now. Be careful, for what you really see is not what's real. Voldemort, I, and your mother, are all very powerful Wizards and Witches. Your mother and I, in the other galaxy, programmed the thoughts of all the Death Eaters, due to a new invention I discovered. Of course, no one knew about it. Voldemort took another group of Death Eaters, and everything they do is controlled by us. In fact, the bad you see in front of you are not bad at all. Lucius Malfoy's descendants has worked tirelessly over ages to counter the purge of evil. He was once an all-time supporter for the light. Peter Pettigrew had spent his whole life hating evil, but our controlling curses took care of that."
"And what is most important is our fourth companion. Albus Dumbledore. He quickly took over the headmaster position at Hogwarts. From there, he relayed important pieces of information that we needed for our reign. We have been working on the plan for years- for it is not easy as one thinks. We, in fact, have huge amounts of information right now. And in two years, your 7th year, the reign of terror will start again. Only that time, it will be much, much more terrible. Then, we will control the world!"
"It is not as you think, Harry. Everything they tell you is wrong. Do not believe what you hear." James finished. Harry was gaping open mouthed at James. The Death Eaters, were gaping in surprise too.
Suddenly, James and Lily froze. So did the Death Eaters. Then, Lucius Malfoy broke the silence.
"I'm sure that's been a long talk, Mr. Potter. I hope you'll have a glass of water?" Lucius Malfoy asked calmly, though he was really shaking with fear. He picked up a goblet- which incidentally was there, and gave it to James. Harry suddenly saw a speck of yellow on James's head, but then a quick down of the water got rid of it. Lily's eyes suddenly held a shade of blue- before turning back again to green once the water was drunk.
Voldemort nodded at Lucius. Lucius backed away into the line of Death Eaters again.
"It can't be true." Harry said, regaining his voice.
"It is." Lily replied smiling at Harry.
"So- everything's a lie then?"
"I'm afraid it is." James said sorrowfully. "I'm sorry we weren't there for you."
Harry was racing with questions.
"This was all a plan?"
Voldemort nodded. He put a hand on James's shoulder.
"James clearly misinterpreted one piece of detail. I am James's father."
A row of gasping aired through the Death Eaters.
Harry stared at him in disbelief. "That can't be right. You don't look anything alike." He stated.
Voldemort smirked. He pointed his wand against himself, and said, "Pictorus Originalus."
The face turned into an older version of James. Harry gaped at him.
"You see, I had an affair with one of the women I had met before I became Voldemort. She unexpectedly got pregnant, and soon was born with a child. I've always looked like this. But it was just before my reign of power began, therefore, I was forced to abandon my child and change my own looks, to become menacing. James was handed to a married couple anonymously, for they could not have children. The couple, incidentally, was the Potters. You see, not only am I the heir of Slytherin, but I am the heir of Gryffindor also. My foster father- a muggle, but my real father, who had done the same with me as I did with James, was heir to Gryffindor. Therefore, Harry, you are my grandson."
"No!" Harry screamed. He could not believe this. Was this all lies? "You're lying! It's all lies!"
"No it's not." James said calmly, though he and Lily were unconsciously nervous.
"It can't be… it's that's true- my whole life's been a lie…" Harry whispered hoarsely. Lily, James, and Voldemort nodded.
"You can give a truth potion to both these fine people. Severus?" Severus Snape walked up, though not before he had cast a look at Harry. It was weird- it didn't mark the blank look the other Death Eaters held, but it was a 'this isn't true' look. He then pulled out a vial of Veritaseum out and slipped it in James's mouth.
Voldemort smirked. "Was the story you told before true?" He queried James.
"It was." James held a dreamy look, the same Barty Crouch had when he was under Veritaseum. Harry was staring widened-eyes at James. He did not even notice Severus.
Severus was looking at him sharply, but he didn't do anything that would attract attention. He seemed to be mouthing something- his face told something. It told, "This is not true. Nothing is true."
However, Harry did not see him at all. Voldemort said, "Ennervate," and James revitalized into life.
"So, Harry, will you join me now?" Voldemort asked.
Harry contemplated what he had just learned. He was still shaken- by what he had been told.
"I will."
The Death Eaters began cheering loudly. Voldemort smiled, a first, real smile that Harry had ever seen- before it was just a smirk. James was looking at Harry with pride.
"I am very proud of you, son."
Lily skipped over and hugged Harry tightly. She whispered in his ear, "You have now entered the reign of power. We will give you everything."
He walked out. His feelings, however, were at the bloodiest battle yet against each other. It was a matter of two fundamental instincts. One cried, "Do not turn to the dark side! No matter what your parents said, no matter what has happened, dark will never win!" And another side cried back, "Fool! Do you know that it is not light and dark? It is power! Harry will have power!" And yet a third thought, much smaller however, said, "It was lies. They made this shit up." However, it didn't have a lot of effect on Harry. The story James told, plus use under Veritaseum, was DEFINITELY the proof.
Afterwards, Lily and James grabbed Harry's hand- not before both bringing a water bottle along- Harry was curious, but he didn't say anything. They Apparated into Godric's Hollow, and they settled down.
"Welcome home, Harry." They said.
Harry's tears burst out. It was a home he never really lived. It was a family he never really had. It was a life he never really experienced.
"Why," Harry said, his voice hoarse, "did you let me suffer all that long?"
James cast a sympathizing gaze to him. "I'm sorry, Harry."
"Please forgive us." Lily said.
Harry sniffed. "As long as I have you as parents, I'll forgive you." He gave a teary smile, he was very emotional.
They brought him up to his bed- a very large and comfortable bed. There he laid- pondering about what had happened. As he thought about it- it all made sense. Everything. His whole life had been a lie. Though mixed emotions still filled his heart, one thing was for certain- he had joined the Dark Side.
The next day, Lily walked in and shook Harry awake. She smiled at him and told him to dress, for there would be a long day ahead. Harry did as he was told and walked downstairs. He was awed when he came into the kitchen.
On the kitchen table, was a huge diagram- a sketch, and it marked Voldemort's rise to power. James was currently drawing some pictures- adding a few words.
"Wow dad- did you do that?" Harry asked, surprised.
James gave a surprised jerk. Then he calmed, and smiled. "I'm a pretty good artist, you know, son?"
Harry grinned. "So what are we going to do today?"
James smirked evilly. "Torture some muggles. Nothing much."
Harry involuntarily nodded. It was as if he had done this his whole life. It was nothing special. The thought of torturing muggles was almost… natural to him. And that was scary.
James noticed his discomfort. James stood up and put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"I was frightened before my first muggle torturing too. But don't worry, you'll get used to it."
Soon, Lily came down and the three of them started an animated breakfast. Harry felt good. No, scratch that. He felt great. Fantastic. Exhilarated. The first time he was able to eat breakfast with his parents.
Soon, the food went away and James and Lily attached their hands to Harry's, and they promptly apparated to the Graveyard. There- was Voldemort, looking very pleased.
There were groups and rows of Death Eaters, all facing Voldemort obediently.
Voldemort strode up to Harry. He placed an arm around Harry's shoulder. "From now on, Harry Potter is our heir! All must bow to him as they bow to me!"
Harry was electrified. He looked at the Death Eaters, all kneeling and cheering before him. Voldemort continued. "Whatever he says, you must do!"
The Death Eaters cheered once more.
"Now, Harry, give an order- for some fun." Voldemort said in Harry's ear. Harry's naïve instincts took over. He suddenly wanted to see what extent of an order would be followed.
"You," he pointed at a Death Eater, "Kill yourself."
The Death Eater whimpered. Voldemort cackled.
"Whatever Master Potter says, Nott, you must do, I'm afraid. Do it or you will face my wrath."
The Death Eater whimpered again, then slowly, shakily brought out his wand, and sniffed.
"Come on Nott!" Voldemort brandished his own wand. Behind him, James and Lily were looking at the Death Eaters amusedly.
The Death Eater hesitated.
"Imperio!" Voldemort roared. "Kill yourself."
"Avada Kedavra!" The Death Eater roared. A blinding flash of green came out and he dropped to the floor- limp and dead.
The Death Eaters all cowered in fright.
"Now, that was fun, wasn't it, Harry? Though I must say something against that- sorry, grandson, but if we do not have followers, then we won't win, right?" Voldemort asked.
Harry nodded, understanding. James grinned. "That's my boy." He ruffled Harry's hair.
But Harry was shaken. He didn't know why he said that order. It could have been "dance around like a chicken," or, "act like a squirrel," but instead he chose the most ruthless, violent, and extended one. It came to him naturally. It didn't feel out-of-the-ordinary to make someone kill themselves at all. None. And that was scary. Harry wondered if he really was this person. "But you are," a voice said in his head, "you've always been."
And he nodded, understanding what it meant.
"Alright, my servants, we shall tonight avenge Mr. Potter- we will go torture Privet Drive!"
Harry gaped at him. Then a smile grew on his face. Yes. Torture them. They destroyed your life. They destroyed the Mauraders Map. The Firebolt. The Wand. Most importantly- they roasted your owl alive! Torture them until they are begging for mercy!
Harry suddenly realized what he was thinking, and shuddered. But then his mind told him to get a grip of himself. After all, he was the next Dark Lord… and Dark Lords needed some fun…
And now, Harry wondered to himself…was he truly meant to be dark? To be like Grindewald, Voldemort, Hades, Darth Vader, Ursula, Jafar, and all those other dark people? Was he really? Just a month ago these thoughts would have never crossed his head.
And what about his friends. Ron. Hermione. Ginny. Fred and George. Seamus. Dean. Neville. Justin. Ernie.
What about them? They were his friends. His friends, helping him out when he needed them most. They were for him, they cheered him up, they consorted him through life. They surely would not agree to this.
Harry shuddered. Then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Alright there, son? Ready to torture your torturers?" James asked, smiling. Lily grinned.
Harry grinned wider. "Never been more."
James signaled to the Dark Lord, who signaled to his Death Eaters. James and Lily grabbed Harry's hand. They apparated to Privet Drive #4.
Voldemort was smirking evilly. "Hadn't had this much fun in a while. Well," He looked at the followers awaiting his orders, "What are you waiting for? Harry, come on, let's get them."
And he walked up to Harry and spoke a few words in his ear. Harry nodded, a smirk crossing his face also. While the Death Eaters dispersed- and James and Lily hid, Harry walked single-handedly up to the door, and knocked.
The door slammed open. Uncle Vernon was there, behind, was Aunt Petunia, and then behind that, was Dudley.
Uncle Vernon grinned evilly. "I thought so. You definitely starved, huh? You know that there's nothing you can get! There's no way! Now come on, if you want more punishments, here's a list of chores!" He fluttered it in front of Harry's face.
Harry, however, remained impassive, instead, looked at Uncle Vernon in the face. No longer did Harry Potter cower before Vernon. His eyes blazed cold fire as he stared. Uncle Vernon was suddenly frightened.
"What are you doing boy- go on!" He thrust the list into Harry's hands. Harry slowly lifted his hands- and the paper burnt to crisp. The Dursleys screamed. Uncle Vernon's eyes widened in terror.
"You're not allowed to do magic outside school! You can't do that!" He protested.
Harry smirked. Then, in one swift move, he leaped over Uncle Vernon and kicked Dudley in the face, sprawling him onto the floor, screaming. Aunt Petunia was screaming like mad, muttering about, "Dudleykinns! Hurt!"
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry. He clenched his fist. "You'll pay for that, boy!" He let loose his arm.
Harry suddenly pointed behind Uncle Vernon. "Look!" He shouted before Uncle Vernon's hands connected with his face.
Uncle Vernon turned around, and gasped.
In the lead, with Lily and James standing on each side of him, was Lord Voldemort. Behind, was fifty Death Eaters, all wearing masks.
"Good lord Vernon! He's brought his kind!" Aunt Petunia screamed. Dudley started screaming harder than ever.
"I always knew you were evil- boy!" He raced towards Harry, doing all he could. But with one single leap, Harry leapt back to James and Lily.
Lily walked up. She smirked. "Hello, Petunia. Miss me?" She said smugly. Petunia gasped at her.
"This isn't right! You're supposed to be dead! Get away of here, you FREAK!"
Lily glared at her. "Freak, am I," she said, brandishing her wand, "We'll see who's the freak after this day!"
Suddenly, the house collapsed- due to Voldemort's powerful wandless magic. The Dursleys screamed, and having no backdoor, they ran out into the front yard. Soon, they were surrounded by Death Eaters.
"What's wrong now, Uncle Vernon? Not able to hurt me anymore?" Harry taunted, skipping around.
Uncle Vernon jumped to hit him- but his hands were suddenly bound by handcuffs and he fell to the floor, shouting in fury.
"Hey Harry," Voldemort shouted. Harry turned around, with Voldemort holding his wand. "Catch… use my wand."
Harry grinned. As soon as the wand touched his hand, he felt warm again- the same he had felt five years ago. He spun quickly, and smirked at Vernon.
"You can't do this- boy… you're not allowed!"
Harry laughed. It wasn't the hearty- nice laugh he let out whenever he heard one of Ron's jokes- or Hermione's witty remarks. It wasn't the laugh that filled everybody with happiness. No. It was a cruel, derisive, evil laugh. It sounded like Voldemort. Suddenly, he stopped, frightened by his own laugh.
Uncle Vernon caught on quickly. "Ha, scared of your own laugh, boy?" He sneered, though in vain- his look of terror covered it more.
Harry regained his composure. "Take this for the bullet! Crucio!"
And it was something he had never done. It was… natural. It was as if he had been torturing muggles his whole life. The Unforgivable curses were- natural to him. While Uncle Vernon screamed in pain and agony, Harry was shuddering at his own brutality and viciousness. Harry suddenly let go.
Uncle Vernon started panting. "No- please- spare us! We promise we'll be good to you! We'll give you everything you want! EVERYTHING!"
Harry laughed, again, a nasty, mangled laugh. "Don't try it, Vernon. It's too late now. I've suffered too much. Crucio!"
Uncle Vernon screamed again. Harry suddenly got an idea- though it was a cruel, emotionless idea, it was a great idea.
"Imperio!" He pointed the wand at Petunia. Petunia immediately got up- and walked stiffly to Vernon.
"What are you doing, Petunia…" Uncle Vernon asked, startled- as Petunia's demeanor changed to expressionless. Then, she slapped him.
"Petunia!" Uncle Vernon couldn't do anything. Behind Harry, the Death Eaters were laughing cruelly. James and Lily were looking at their son with pride.
Then, she kicked him, and continued. She snatched a stick- and whacked him on the head. Vernon screamed and yelled.
"Petunia! What did I ever do to you!" It was obvious Uncle Vernon didn't understand that she was under a curse.
"You were the one who suggested we hate Harry! Look at us now, you filthy, soggy bastard! I hate you!" And she whacked him on the forehead.
Harry let go of Petunia, then put the Cruciatus Curse on Uncle Vernon again. Once again, he screamed.
Behind him a quiet voice said, "Kill him."
Harry spun around. It was his dad, looking determinedly at him. His eyes were dancing with amusement, but his expression remained serious. His gaze flickered to the screaming Uncle Vernon. He smirked evilly. Harry suddenly wondered- was this his dad? But it had to be.
"Kill him. Kill that muggle. He doesn't deserve to live. He tortured you. He starved you. Kill him. You will make me proud."
Harry grinned before he knew it. In fact, before he regained his mind, he spun around once more, brandished his wand, and shouted the two words that killed his mother and dad so long ago, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" A flash of green light streaked out. It entered Uncle Vernon's heart- and he dropped down, dead before he hit the ground. Aunt Petunia, who had regained her consciousness, screamed. Dudley yelled in fright. The Death Eaters were looking at them amusedly now. Voldemort smirked. James and Lily were looking at Harry with pride.
"You have the power of a Dark Wizard, Harry." Lily whispered.
And then, Harry realized- by killing his first person- he had truly turned to the Dark Side.
And there was no turning back now…
~End Flashback~
Harry thought about it. He shuddered again, though still slumped against the wall, chained. He now regretted the decision with all his might. He should have never turned.
Instead, he let his naivete control him. Because he learned- that what had seemed true… was not very true at all…
Author's notes: Hey, I'm done with the first chapter- how did you like it? The next chapter features plenty of Evil-Harry. Slowly, Harry deepens into the Dark Side- wait before I tell you more, I must stop myself, hehe. So, what do you think? Constructive Criticism is most wanted! Please! If you want the next chapter- containing a huge load of Angst… then click that blue button right there and tell me…
~MiSt Slytherin Death Eater- currently Second-in-Command of the Dark Lord~