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A/N: This twoshot is my first venture into the land of Dark!Harry stories. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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The beginning
When Harry realised what had happend it was to late. The Dark Lord had long since infiltrated his mind. The beeing, the spirit that had once been Tom Riddle had spread trough his very beeing, merged with his very soul.
Harry knew exactly how it had started. The final battle had not ended as it was supposed to be. The boy-who-lived had used the Aveda Kedavra to plast his mortal enemy into the next realm. Harry had projeted all his hatred for the Voldemort and his deeds into the curse. It had felt so good when the power sprang from his wand and hit Voldemort square in the chest. Then something ha went wrong. Harry felt the backslash comming, he tried to duck, but he was to late.
Hours later when he had awoken he saw the empty shell that had once been Tom Riddle lie in the mud next to him. Not wanting to remain a second longer Harry took the body and apparated to Hogwarts. There he ws greeted like a hero. Tom Riddles body had been burned without ceremony and Harry himself had trown his ashed into the Great Leak. The wizarding world had celebrated his victory for nearly a week. Thus far all had been well.
The first hint that something was wrong, were his dreams. Harry dreamed about Tom every night. In his dreams he appeard as the charmingly handsome young man he had once been. Dream Riddle and Dream Harry had long conversations about mindless things, such as Quidditch, not once did they speak about the war or Voldemorts deeds.
Harry thought that his strange dreams was just his subcontiones that tried to come to term with the fact that he had killed a man. Because of this he did not tell anyone about his dreams and to be true, he quite enjoyed his conversations with dream-Riddle
The second hint that something was wrong was completly unnoticed by Harry, although others saw it. Several people turned their head, when they saw Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in deep conversation. The pair seem oblivious to their surroundings.
Later that day several Griffindors questioned him, why he would talk to Draco. Harry merely shrugged. "Seemed like the right thing to do. He's not that bad by the way. Knows a lot about quidditch and stuff."
The third hint was only noticeable to a few. Most prominent amongst those who noticed was Severus Snape, potions master and Head of Slytherin House. His Dark Mark, like those of his fellow Death Eaters had not vanished after Voldemort fall and whenever Harry Potter would look at him his mark started to tingle.
Severus spoke with the Headmaster about his observation but Dumbledore dismissed him. The war was over, Voldemort was dead and he, Severus, was just paranoid. Dumbledore advised him to calm down and enjoy himself, but Severus kept vagilant.
The fourth hint did not go unnoticed by anyone at Hogwarts, for it was clearly not a daily occurrence that the saviour of the wizarding world called someone "Mudblood" in the middle of the Great Hall. Hermione had told Harry, that he really had to study more or he would fail his NEWTs. Harry felt angry at her and told her to shove it, but she continued to nag him. Harry jumped up and the air around him was alive with energy as he told her shut up or she would learn exactly where her place as a mudblood was. Then he marched out of the Great Hall. The large front door closed behind him with a crash.
This particular episode caused Dumbledore to rethink what Severus had told him about his reaction to Harry's presents. The Headmaster ordered Harry to his office to give him a stern lecture about conduct. While he did so he used Legilimancy at the young man. Harry's mind felt like it had always felt: warm and a little bit chaotic. Dumbledore found nothing because Tom had carefully hidden himself.
The sixth hint was lost to anyone, because Harry was carefully to conseal it. Little red dots had appeard in his normally green eyes. Harry nearly had a heart attack when he first saw them. First he had called his best friend a Mudblood in the middle of the great hall and now his eyes started to turn red. What would people say. With a quick coulor changing spell his eyes turned back to normal.
Annoyingly enough his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. Every morning when he looked into the mirror, his eyes were partly red again. After a few days he also noticed that the red started to spread. Harry ws really concerned this time, but he did not tell anyone. His friends did not talk to him, and Dumbledore would have his head on a plate.
The seventh hint was noticed by all those who had to, and hidden from those who could not know. It happened one late evening in July. Harry walked trough the woods around Godric's hollow. His red eyes shone in the darkness, there was no need to disguise them now, for noone else was near. Harry contemblated his life. He was the boy-who-lived and yet the world had done little for him. He wanted power and he wanted it fast.
While he walked trough the dark forrest darkness closed around his heart. He knew who would help him on his way to greatness. Reaching deep into his mind Harry pulled forth the knowledge that he searched. His whole beeing became alive when he called for those who had once followed him. He heard the Death Eaters apparete around him. Silently they stood, not daring to move. Harry smilet to himself. Greatness would be his. "Welcome my loyal sevarnts.", he greeted them finally.
And thus Harry realised what he had become, that the Dark Lord had infilltrated his mind and soul. There was no more Tom or Harry. They were one now and the wizarding world would never stand a chance.
