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A/N: I've always liked the idea of dark Harry. This is AU after fifth year.
I've never been so proud or ashamed in my fifteen years as I am now. I've found my place in the war, yet I'm turning my back on everything I've been taught. Those who have faced death to protect me will be wailing at the waste. My parents are applauding my decision. He can give me everything I've ever wanted, everything I need; revenge and family.
The first time Vernon ever hit me, I was four. He and Petunia were arguing about whether to keep me or not. I remember standing on the stairs, as they insulted my parents and myself. Until Vernon saw me and started screaming obscenities. It was Petunia's "What if They're watching?" that stopped his already bloody fist. After Petunia's oh-so heartfelt plea, I was thrown into the cupboard under the stairs, where I blacked out. Five hours later Petunia woke me to start my chores.
I had a complete scan done on the wards surrounding the Dursley house. There wasn't a single blood or protection ward on it, which meant Dumbledore had lied to me the entire time. And trust me, if the goblins couldn't find any blood wards, then there weren't any.
I may have once been the Boy-Who-Lived, but not anymore. A boy is a child, and my childhood never existed. We came to an agreement, and now I'm his heir. When, not if, we win this war muggleborns will still be allowed to come to Hogwarts. We need muggleborns to keep the bloodlines from becoming too intertwined, or we'll die out.
I saw the Daily Prophet's headline and laughed. I haven't disappeared. I've found my place and will fight in the front lines, not as the Boy-Who-Lived, but as the Dark Prince.
"Boy-Who-Lived Disappears;
Dark Prince Rises"
A/N: Please review:) Constructive criticism is welcome.