Summary: Probably AU For the first time in his life, Harry takes the advice from the least likely person with a couple bargains between. He's had enough. The anger and betrayel was just too much, now that Harry is gone, will the world survive? Features Dark, Angry, Independent, and some super Power Harry... Multships MAYBE...

The Emerald Eye Chroniciles: Part One:

Shaking Hands With The Devil

Anger swelled up like a balloon deep inside of my very body. I felt the sickening sensation of hate and betrayel slid up inside of me. It coiled around me like a serpant coiling around its prey.

I lie in the dark my blazing green eyes staring at the white ceiling above me. My fists clenched so tightly the whiteness increased against my knuckles.

I thought about everything that happened to me in a little over ten months. I got my hand split open, I got my godfather killed, I found out who I had to kill AND I had to come back to this hell hole for the next two damn months because HE said so.

HE! That man... those twinkling blue eyes, and half mooned spectacles. I'd like to take those half mooned spectacles and break them preferrabley with his nose in contact.

'Yep!' I was mad. I was more than mad, I was angry, blazingly angry.

But what to do about this anger? Take it out on my relatives? Nah! They are all ready frightened. Not yet anyway.

What made me more angry was the letters I got off my friends. They pretended as if they knew exactly what I was thinking. Especially Hermione Granger. I scowled and had ripped her letter up in adozen little pieces.

She didn't know anything about my feelings. She didn't know nothing, all she knew was that Authority was the most important thing in her life. Remember Harry, if you have any visions be sure to report them!

Yack yack yack! I thought as I turned over, and stared at the dark wall that I was pressed against.

Kill or be Killed. Oh such a splendid, statement. Very splendid indeed. Bout like a hole in the head. I thought to myself with disgust.

'Dumbledore, Dumbledore, what have you done.' I whispered in the late night shadows. 'You've ruined my life, turned it upside down and gave it back to me with a smile.'

I needed to get away... leave. But how was I to do that when I had two order members watching me at every hour of the day? I wanted to just... go away and never come back.

"I'd have to disguise myself first.' I whispered to myself in the dark night. "I'd have to do some training. Find a way I can do magic without being discovered... but how." I tapped my mouth, and it was this particular piece that placed me into a deepened sleep...

"Would you really leave?" asked a silk voice inside of my head.

I groaned, and opened my eyes, to feel the warmth of darkness around me, I looked over and my eyes widen to see Lord Voldemort standing there, in all his glory. His red eyes traveling over me, with interest, instead of malice.

"What?" I asked in silence. It was weird how I didn't feel my scar prickling and stinging.

"Would you really leave?" asked Voldemort quietly. "Yes, I read your mind."

'Great! Will this ever end.' I thought bitterly to myself, as I glanced around me. There was nothing in here. I wasn't even in my bed. It was all black except for Voldemort standing in front of me.

"I can help you leave Harry Potter. Leave the wizarding world to me. You don't have to do this! You don't have to go up against me. You don't have to do what Dumbledore says."

I licked my lips as I consteplated the evil wizards words. For the first time this maniac made sense! "Am I in a dream?" I asked.

"Yes and no. Your mind is wide open Harry. A squirrel could get in here."

I groaned and rubbed my eyes, and opened them he was still there. I should tell him to buzz off and go stuff it, but something held me back. I didn't know what it was, or did I?

"But if I leave, you will kill my friends."

The Dark Wizard crossed his arms and paced for a moment, "How about we come to an agreement, Harry. You leave, I'll help you do it! Leave the world to me and I will leave everyone you care about alone except for Dumbledore."

I sneered, "I don't care about him no more. He betrayed me." I hadn't realized how much malice was in my voice until a wide grin spread across Voldemort's face.

"Yes, he betrays many to achieve his goals. You will realize soon enough Harry that there is no good and evil, only power and those too weak to seek it. Good and evil is a myth..."

"What's the catch?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"The catch? You DON'T come back." said Voldemort.

"I want to be able to do magic. I don't want to kill you I don't want to encounter you." I snapped. "I want to be free! Live a normal life..."

"And you can do that..." said Voldemort simply. "By saying the word."

I didn't know whether to jump at the chance or try to fight him out of my mind.

"How come my scar isn't hurting me?" I asked, curiously.

Voldemort consteplated this, "Because, I mean you no harm."

This had to be true, otherwise my scar would be on fire right now.

The chance to flee the world was almost to much... I started to feel all bubbly inside at the thought.

"I will leave everyone that is close to you alone. No harm shall befall on them by me or my followers, as long as you leave."

I looked up at him, "How do I know this isn't some malicious trick!"

He waved his hand, "Your scar should give you that indication. Everytime I'm think up a malicious event or getting angry doesn't that damn thing spark a warning?"

I groaned, and nodded, he was right. I rubbed my cursed scar, and sighed, "No Weasleys! No Grangers! No Longbottoms! No Remus Lupin! No LoveGoods!" I said fiercely. "Oh an no spouses of either of them!" I warned dangerously.

Voldemort nodded, "I can definitely accept those terms. That's not a lot. Are you willing to accept my help?"

I looked at the evil man that I was about to make a deal with, "What are you going to do?"

"I have been doing some research... I don't always toy with your mind Harry. I do have better things to do you know... I found through a source that when you were a baby your mother put a block on your mind because your power was too strong as a child. That's why I was destined to be half destroyed when I came to your house that night... Dumbledore after this placed the block back on you...! You still have that block."

Harry's mouth opened, "Block? He placed a block on my magic?"

Voldemort nodded, "All I need is your permission Harry, to take off the block. You are bound by an ancient magic, that I can't do anything to harm you, unless you permit it. Even in your own mind." Stated Voldemort. "So what about it? Remove the block?"

"Yes, ONLY the block!" I said firmly.

I couldn't believe this, I was allowing this wizard to raise his wand to me! I can't be any more stupid... but I was desperate. My heart ached to be free from my captor.

Voldemort raised his wand, and I closed my eyes, tightly waiting for the inevitable, "Bloc de signature renversé!"

I heard the words, and as they escaped the wizards lips, I felt as if a wave of shocking hot water splashed inside of my very head, and suddenly my body exploded with silky heat spreading from my head down my spine and through my ears and nose all my senses were being wrapped up in this explosion of hot heat. The pressure slid down my very throat and wrapped around my whole body. I felt another jolt in my very heart and abdomin, and soon I felt it from the top of my head to my toes. A moment later it was over, and I opened my eyes, and a smile slid across Voldemort's face, "There... that must be why your hair never grew."

I blinked raised a hand and touched my hair, to see it LONG, extra long. "Whoa!" I said my eyes widen in horror.

A mirror was produced in front of me and as I gazed at myself, I nearly jumped in shock, "What the... hell.." I gasped.

"That's your natural matured self. You see, when the block was placed on you it supressed your magic so much that your growth was stopped at twelve years old."

My mouth opened slightly and I licked my lips, as I stared at myself.

My hair was long and passed my shoulders, in thick black locks, and it had a long wave to it. It touched my elbow almost. It was absolutely astounding how my face had suddenly matured, and my lips seemed fuller. I looked down at myself, and noticed my chest wasn't so sunk in like a childs was. It was out and more defined, due to Quidditch and all the other strenuous activities that I've done over the years.

"Well that seems fitting." stated Voldemort with a nod.

I looked at him, "I Feel weird."

"Course you do! You have your magic back plus tens fold!" stated Voldemort simply.

Harry noticed that his eye sight was perfect.

"Your mother must have had something to do with that." stated Voldemort simply.

I ran a hand through my long black hair and turned to Voldemort, "How do I get out of here? I can't just switch all my money without alerting Dumbledore." I said, feeling the hotness flash in my face, from the mere mention of the mans name.

Voldemort gave a light cackle, I cringed silently at that. "You really do not know much about the wizarding world." he stated as a matter of factly.

I scowled, at the bald headed man, who just smirked, "Not your fault Harry! You were kept from it! You have every right to walk into that bank and demand to see EVERY single account you own. Goblins do NOT follow wizarding law. They have their own established government. Goblins will do what you want... they don't answer to old fools who think they know better. You were just simply kept from it by luck."

My eyes narrowed, "By having someone go down with me everytime I have ever been to Gringotts." I answered, consciously.

"You're catching on." he said smoothly. "I hate to bring this up, but you probably own a lot more now due to Sirius Black's death." stated Voldemort.

I closed my eyes, feeling the sickening sensation in the pit of my stomach.

"I think it is in your best interest to read it." stated Voldemort.

"You know what it says?" I asked, glancing over. "How?"

"I don't know what it says, but Sirius Black was your legal guardian was he not?"

I only nodded, "But Dumbledore stole that from me."

"But contracts don't lie." stated Voldemort firmly. "He's dead, you have no other guardian. You are your own person. You are legally emancipated."

I blanched at hearing this, and a sense of excitement filled me until something else came to mind and it deflated, "Dumbledore will find a way around it.. Someway."

"Oh I assure you he's trying to get around it. With all the tabs he has in the Ministry. Even if they do emancipate you, you will probably have some sort of tracking charm on your wand."

I grew angry, frustrations and problems one after another just swelled up inside of me.

"How do I get rid of them?" I asked, 'I can't believe I was seeking advice from the number one enemy. Gods! I'm pathetic.'

"It's simple." said Voldemort. "So simple that I'm surprised no one else knows this..." he waved his hand gesturingly.

"Well..." I waved my hand hoping he'd continue.

"I have just the item." He pulled out a pink phial of potion.

My eyes widen, "What is that?"

"Anti-Tracking Charm Drought. It stops it! It's very simple to make. I believe it's a fourth year level." he said, simply.

"How do I know..." I touched my forehead and nodded, "Right scar."

I took the potion and shook my head, "I can't believe I'm accepting this potion from you! I was always told to stay away from Snape's potions now I'm taking a potion from someone whose even MORE vial." I mumbled, shaking my head and smelling the potion.

Voldemort cackled with amusement, "That is amusing Harry. I really would hate to kill off someone with talent."

I open spat something back but chose to keep my mouth shut for once. I soon dared myself and shook my head, "I hope I don't regret this." a moment later, it was down my throat and it stung going down, felt like spikes.

"Its suppose to feel that way." stated Voldemort simply.

I glared at him, before coughing and holding my throat, soon the feeling vanished, and I felt no different.

"You no longer have the Ministry Tracking Charms OR Dumbledore Tracking Charms."

I grunted, and scratched my head, "Anything else?"

"Yes, leave, and don't come back Potter!" he said in a low dangerous voice.

I sat and thought about this for several minutes before nodding, "I'm leaving. I'll be gone by Friday..."

He grinned, "Your friends are safe, I shall not harm them so long as you stay away...!" he stated silkily.

I nodded, not believing I just sided with the devil. I just made a deal and a pact with the devil. Boy, was I going to reap this reward. I thought to myself. But, as I laid back down consciously, I stared up at the ceiling. This was all for the best. I need to get away. I need to be free. And this was the only way I could do it. Sometimes, deals had to be made, even by the most hated enemies had to make deals with one another...

If I'm going to regret this later on, I'm going to have fun and enjoy myself for the time being...

A.N. Would someone review tell me what they think of the story so far? This is my first story... thanks I would REALLY love it. TTFN