Disclaimer #2: This is my firsr fanfic, and in reality, my first publically submitted story, so go easy on me.
Harry Potter and the Birth of Evil
Mugging was not the way eleven year old wizard Harry James Potter wanted to start his day. Having stumbled into a place apparently called "Knockturn Alley", Harry had been offered fresh fingers, a Hand of Glory, (whatever that was), raw house-elf meat, (whatever that was either), and a cursed amulet.
A large, burly man had grabbed him roughly, shouting something to the effect of, "Where do ya keep yer money, kid?!" in German. Fortunately for Harry, he got out of the burly man's clutches, and fled into the nearest store.
As he calmed down, Harry noticed he was in a bookstore. Though it was near noon, the store was dark and shadowy, with a few green candles providing small, eerie, lighting. He could smell the leathery scent of the ancient grimores on the shelves, and oddly enough, feel the sheer power pulsing from the books.
Curious, Harry grabbed one of the books at random. It had a simple brown cover. That is where the simplicity ended. In the middle of the cover was a pulsing, crimson red eye, staring at him. The pages were a strange emerald green, the same as Harry's remarkable eyes. The text was a shining silver, and Harry was so intrigued that he turned to the cover page.
It read,
So You Want To Become A Dark Lord?
An introductory volume to becoming a Villain.
By Evan Vargion Illifect Langstrom.
Prologue: So you want to become a Dark Lord?
Chapter: 1: Good help is so hard to find: Choosing your Minions
Chapter 2: Proper Housekeeping: Your Evil Lair
Chapter 3: I Feel Pretty: Costumes for you and your minions
Chapter 4: I talk good!: Your name and Evil catch-phrases
Chapter 5: I Am a Genius! Mwhahaha!: Your Evil Plan.
Harry closed the book. It's obviously a joke book, one voice in his head reasoned. But what if it's not? We'll never get another chance! And hey, if Uncle Vernon thought I am useless, he'll get a nasty shock. Another voice reasoned. At this, Harry gave a smirk, and resolved to buy the book.
Eventually, Harry walked to the store's bookkeeper, and paid for the book with his new wizarding money, walking out of the store and out of Knockturn amusedly.
As the day ended, and he was back in his room at Privet Drive, Harry looked at all his purchases, petting his new snowy owl fondly. As he strode to his bed, he noticed the grimore he accquired from Knockturn. He stared at it, growing entranced by the power he could feel pulsing from it. Harry picked it up and sat on the bed, reading it, losing himself in its pages.