Disclaimer: I Don't own Harry Potter, I wouldn't be broke if I did.

Ever sense I was a small child I had been the outcast, the odd ball and freak, the weirdo and creep, the mentally unbalenced orphan, the retarded purse-snatcher and burden, a child on the road to prison or the asylum. I had begun to believe as well, until I met someone. I met a girl who saved me from the darkness and chased away the shadows. I made a friend and fell in love.

But there is no happy-ever-after in this story, because I don't deserve a happy ending. I deserve to burn in the seventh ring of hell for all my sins. But you didn't come to listen to my complaints, did you? You came to hear my story, to see how I ended up like this, how I became a monster that was worse then Voldemort ever was. You came to hear the story of the dark lord Mortem, Harry Potter, and the master of death.

Take a seat, and listen closley because I won't retell this particular tail. The journy of a bullied boy who became the creature in the stories mothers tell their children.

Welcome to my story, and how everyone elses decisions made me into a monster.

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A light breeze blew by ruffling my messy black hair and up above the fluffy white clouds lazily drifted by casting shadows upon me. I swallowed heavily staring down at the long drop before me, uncertain.

I took a deep breath clenching my fists my emerald eyes shining with determination. There was no backing out now, but even though I said that my bony legs wobbled beneath me. It was only my resolution that was keeping me from collapsing to the ground in a heep.

Most would say I was being selfish, they would say I was being stupid and that life would get better, they would say my life is just beginning. And it really as just begining, I'm only ten and yet here I was, comiting suicide.

Maybe I was being selfish, and maybe I was being stupid and it does get better. But I don't think I will live long enough for it to get better, because one day my uncle would take it to far and kill me or maybe it would be Dudley who would push me down the stairs and snap my neck.

I exhaled slowly through my nose and closed my eyes, my hands trembled as I stepped closer and closer to the edge of my elemetry school roof. My heart hammered against my chest when I stared down at the pathed sidewalk that would be soon colored with my blood. If I jumped it would be quick, painless. This is what I always wanted, for it to be over in a instant. So why was I hesitaing?

I just want it to be over in a instant, I want to get out of this hellhole I was stuck in, I want to be with my parents up in heaven where nobody hates me and calls me freak. But despite all this traitorus tears dripped down my face landing on the cement below me.

I moved one step closer to my end my breath hitching before stopping completly. Below the children scuttled about, laughing and giggling unaware of what was happening above them.

If I moved one on inch closer, I would be a stain on the pavement. Just one more step, come on, you can do it. It's for the best.

I moved my foot forward letting it dangle in the air, my eyes were clenched shut again despite the liquid that was dripping onto my shirt and making it damp. Oh, Aunt Petunia wouldn't be happy about that. But when had Aunt Petunia ever been happy with anything I ever did.

I released a breath As I fell forward, the wind mucking up my messed up hair. I clenched my eyes together tightly preparing for the inpact I knew was coming. But instead I found myself crashing onto the rough cement of my school roof, the pavement sliced my elbows opened and my blood dripped down my arm even though my eyes remained shut tightly.

I slowly opened my eyes as the realization that I wasn't dead truly set in, shaking me to my very core. A shadow was cast over me as a familiar face loomed above me, a face that was well known throughout the school.

Hermione Granger.

She was known as a book-worm and teachers pet, the top of her grade and child prodigy. I also know her to be a victim of Dudley and his gang of thugs. She was a kindred spirit of a sort. But as I stared into her firey hazel eyes I felt pent up rage boil in me and overflow like a valcano.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?!"

Her voice wasn't soft like it usually was, instead it was a loud yell that made me flinch. My vision was still blurry from my tears, and mortification joined the jumbled ball of emotions I was feeling. I scrubbed at them with the back of my hand in frustration standing on unstable feet.

"I think it was pretty obvious."

My voice was a icy whisper, one that would no doubt make Aunt Petunia lock me in my cupboard for god knows how long for my insolence. I brushed the dirt from my to big pants doing my best to avoid eye contact.

"It was going fine until you got here."

I watched as her fist clench and I instinctivly took a step back a wince on my face. They always take out their anger on the freak, even if it was never his fault.

"Did you think I would just stand here and let you jump?"

Her words were as sharp as daggers as she came closer to me her face mere centimeters away from my own and the strange emotion was back. She gestured wildly her glare never leaving me.

"Yes, yes you should have stood there. Everything would have been better if you just stayed put."

I shook her hand off my shirt moving back to the edge. I glanced over my shoulder my eyes locking onto hers. And there it was again, that weird emotion. I shook my head in a attempt to dispell any doubts I had, as predicted it didn't work.

"You better run away now, I wouldn't want to be a bother."

A numbness spred through me while I stared out at the town I had lived in for all my life, in the distance I could see privet drive.

But before I could fall Granger grasped my wrist yanking me backwards her nails digging into the skin of my wrist. I felt her hot breath on my neck as she held me to her chest in a vice grip.

"I'm not going to let you die."

I thrashed uselessly in her hold the tears streaming down my pudgy cheeks and landing on her, broken sobs escaping my throat.

"...Please... please just let me end it all..."

I hiccuped grasping the fabric of her shirt tightly in both hands my face hidden in the crevis of her neck.

"No, even if I have to lock you in a padded room to stop you. I won't let you die."

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From then on Granger had stuck to me like glue, she could always be found within ten feet of me. Even though the other children turned on her she didn't leave me like any other person would, but then again she wasn't just any ordinary person.

She would nag at me too eat my meals and when Dudley stoll my food she would share hers, even when I told her to go away she just wouldn't leave me alone. She was an enigma, probably the strangest person I ever met. But for some reason I found myself getting connected.

It had been when she had declared she was my friend before the whole playground that I found the right word for what I was feeling for her. Friend... what a strange thing. But I still felt all happy inside when she would grin at me with her pearly whites shining in the sun.

I had come to the conclusion that Granger was insane when she had challenged Dudley to a duel and by some mircale she had won! Her actions had left me standing gobsmacked as she had stood atop Dudley a vistorious smile on her face as she held up her bloodied fist in victory.

Over the months I became really really attached, more attached then I would admit. And In my head I started to call her my friend as well.

And somewhere along the way Granger became Hermione.

The year passed faster then any other years in my short life, but it had been what happened on September 1 had been the real kicker. Another changing point in my life, and life began to look better and better to me.

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"Fat tub of lard..."

I grumbled to myself collecting the many letters that had fallen to the ground. I fingered through them, the weekly letter from Aunt Marge was in there along with other things that didn't interest me in the slightest.

I stopped when I came to the last letter, it was made from parchment with my name on the front in neat curvey lettering. I cast my eyes about for any of my so-called-family sighing in relief when my search came up empty. I silently slid the letter under my matress holding my breath, just waiting for Aunt Petunas screech or Dudley's damands. But they never came.

As the day slugged by I couldn't keep my mind away from the strange letter I had recieved, the result had been several scoldings from the teachers along with a odd look or two from Hermione.

Being sent to my cupboard at the end of the night had been a breath of fresh air, ironc considerng it was... well a cupboard.

I chewed on my bottom lips the parchment letter set on my lap. I didn't know why I was hesitating, but something told me if I opened this letter everything would change, but it didn't bother to tell me if it was good change or bad change.

My eyes hardened in determination resolution shining in them. With only a small bit of hesitince I carefully opened the letter adressed to me, what was inside shocked me.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin First class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find eclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term Beginson September 1. We await your owl by no later then July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

My eyes had been growing wider and wider as I read through the list, at first I believed it to be a prank by Dudley then I realised he couldn't even write his name without help.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves the little voice that sounded suspicously like Hermione telling me to take a deep breath through my mouth and exhale through my nose.

This was all for not when I finished the second letter, the happy smile on my face lighting up the cupboard.

"Calm down, its just a letter... Yeah, its just a simple piece of paper..."

Despite those words I didn't fall asleep until long after midnight, barley containing my excitment.

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The chatter of the crowd went quite my footfalls the only sound in the large hall, in the corner of my eye Hermione waved at me merrily from her spot at the table of the red and golden a facesplitting grin complementing her flushed cheeks and vibrent eyes. Sweat dripped down my brow the chatter of the students making me gulp.

I sat on the old stool that my peers had all sat at, and the hat that would choose which road I would go down was lowered onto my head. The last thing I saw was everyone craning their necks to get a better look of the famous defeater of Voldemort.

'Anything but Slytherin,'

Was my silent mantra my eyes squeezed shut tightly my grip on the stool tightening.

'You could be great, you know.'

It was enticing, I will admit. But the image of a happy Hermione sitting at the table of the brave wearing red robes was more enticing to me, I steadied myself waving away any doubts.

'Put me in Gryffindor.'

There was sigh from somewhere in the inky blackness before the loud scream of Gryffindor was heard throughout the hall before enthusiatic cheers. I smiled to myself the hat taken off my head by a smug McGonagall. I scampered over to where Hermione sat my head ducked in embarressment my face hot.

People shook my hand when I passed and by the time I reached Hermione I was tuckered out with no appitite. Hermione forced me to eat, of course. She always forces me to eat insisting I was to small and if I wanted to be a big strong boy I would have to drink my milk.

But as I stared out at the laughing Gryffindors my best friend rambling on and on about something or another I felt warmth bubble up inside me. This is what I always wanted. I smiled leaning onto Hermiones shoulder the twelve year old going quite, but I didn't see the fondness in her hazel eyes. No I was to busy with drifting off to the boisterous yells of my new family.

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"Mom... dad?"

The cloak slid down my shoulders my grip going slack in shock. My parents smiled at me, beconing me to join them. A small voice in the back of my head said they were dead, that this was a illusion. But I ignored that voice, because this couldn't be a figment of my imagination! It just couldn't!

I walked forwards, towards my parents the only sound in the dark room being my heavy breathing. I reached forward but my hand met cold glass instead of the warm flesh of my parents skin.

I watched them faded away peaceful smiles on there faces holding each other tightly. My breath sped up in panic, they couldn't leave me! Not again!

But then another person appeared, the prettiest person I have ever seen.

Hermione smiled at me from behind her book, me and Ron sitting next to her on the couch in the warmth of the Gryffindor common room.

It was then that i realized I had all i needed, even though my parents are dead I could still be happy. They would want me to be happy, and I already had my hearts desire. I had a family, friends who would stick with me. They woud never betray my trust, because friends don't do that.

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My breath hitched the heaviness in my pocket making me go stiff. the two faced man loomed over me his hot breath that smelled of garlic on my neck.

"What do you see?"

I shuddered in a mix of disgust and fear the weight in my pocket feeling all the more heavy.

"I-I see my parents-"

"He's lying!"

I flinched at the shrill shreak from the snake like creatue latched onto the back of my teachers head.

I stepped back in fear, resisting the urge to reach ito my pocket, just to make sure that the red gem was still there.

"N-no, I'm not lying. I see my parents..."

But it was all for not, for Quirell pounced like a animal shrieking that I hand over the stone. I raised my hands over my face in self defence. But instead of the curse I expected the host for the dark lord screamed in pain as his skin was burned away.

I stared at him in wonderment before I reached forward without any hesitance, and as I touched him his skin was eaten away. I grinned like the cat that ate the canary before I lunged like a animal who caught their prey.

That night the shrill screams of the dark lord filled the dark chamber, echoing over and over until they were deafening.

It didn't truly set in that I had just killed someone in cold blood until the next day, and for some reason I found myself not minding. The man deserved it, he deserved to burn in the deepest pits for all eternity.

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I pulled the blankets tighter around myself hoping to make the cold that was in my heart go away, but it didn't work. The dorm room was empty, everyone else being at dinner.

Their accusations hurt me more then I showed and there untrusting glares burned and ate away at me. The worse was Ron, how he turned away from me, how he belived their lies. They were supposed to be my family! Family doesn't hate each other, they are supposed to believe each other no matter what!

Tears dripped down my face and for the first time Hermione wasn't there to comfort me, no she was too busy searching the library for Slytherins monster.

I slowly climbed out of my bed letting the sheets fall to the floor behind me. I stumbled into the bathroom slaming the door shut behind me.

A small boy stared back at me, his tears sparkling in the light as they slipped down his face in small streams of starlight.

But for a moment I could swear I saw something else in the mirror, a dark figure shrouded in darkness who loomed above me like a protecter their pale hand resting on my shoulder. But when I blinked they were gone without a trace.

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"Hermione?"

Hermione looked up from her book staring a me with curiosity glinting in her hazel eyes. I licked my parched lips staring down at my folded hands that rested on my lap.

"Yes Harry?"

She placed the book down on the cushion next to her. Her gaze was intent as she gazed at me with interest sparkling in her eyes. I took a deep breath not daring to lift my head.

"A-Am I a monster?"

A silence settled over us dragging on for a minute or two. I chanced a glance up at my childhood friend, trying to get a slimpse of her espression but her face was turned away from me.

"Who called you that?"

Her voice was empty of all emotions and I couldn't stop the flinch at the unfamiliar tone. I stared at the burning embers of the fire instead, avoiding my friends searching gaze that always made me spill my guts out to her.

"Some other second years."

I was thankful my voice didn't crack, because that would only add to the humiliation that my wet eyes already provided. A gentle but firm hand grasped my own small appendages. I looked up at my friend expecting the anger that was always recieved, but instead her hazel eyes were as determined as the day I met her.

"Your not a monster, and you'll never be one"

She pulled me into a fierce hug the tears I had been holding back dampening her clothing.

"Promise?"

I looked up at her my glazed green eyes staring into her own. She smiled down at me pulling me closer to her chest and whispering into my ear.

"I promise."

I smiled up at her, and as I drifted of to sleep her steady heartbeat like a lullaby the crackling of the fire taking the weight from my heart.

And you wanna know something? I had believed her.

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She laid on the white bed as still as stone, her face frozen in shock. Her brown hair was spread out over her pillow in a halo of curls and knots. I reached a hand forward to touch her cheek, but my hand met cold flesh.

I drew my hand back like I had been burned. I took her hand into my own running my fingers over her own slim digits. If I hadn't been told otherwise I would have thought she was dead.

All around me were other children who had met the same fate, their faces frozen in terror. All muggleborns, all like Hermione.

I didn't know why they thought I did this, I had always been best friends with Hermione. Why would I try to kill my childhood friend? A nasty little voice in the back of my head whispered into my ear, telling me it was my fault. It was always my fault.

I gripped 'Miones hand tighter, closing my eyes breifly. I blocked out the voice, and for the first time I was the victor in the battle.

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The pain was agonizing, rampaging like a forest fire through my body. My blood pooled around me, and as I stared up at the smug smile of Tom Riddle I grit my teeth in a mixture of anger and pain.

I gasped in pain as I crawled forward, but it was worth it. I grasped the fang of the beast I slayed, using everything I had left to stab it into the diary.

It screamed as its life was drained away black ink pooling around the book mixing with my blood. The last thing I saw was the tears of a pheonix, the small drops of water falling onto my skin chasing away the fire.

A warm feeling formed, and I knew if I died I would die in piece.

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Cold, everything was so cold. The cloaked wraith slowly approached me, and no matter how hard I looked I couldn't see anything beyond the dark hood. All I saw was more darkness.

The ice spread through me, freezing me in my seat.

But the worst part was the screams, oh god the screams. I put my hands hoping to make them stop, but the high laughter still wrung clear in my ears.

It only ended when a bright wolf chased it away, but I would never forget the screams.

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I glanced at Hermione, then too Ron. They both had expectant faces, and despite the enticing offer of an easy A I knew which one I would choose.

"Sorry Ron, I will have to stick with 'Mione on this one."

The red head face was colored completly red making him look more like a tamato then I would ever admit. I stopped myself from laughing just in time, because If I laughed then our friendship would be over. If it's not already over.

Ron stormed out of the comman room, the other lions clearing the way for the angry Weasley.

I turned to Hermione with a smile, the girl meeting my eyes with a happy grin of her own her eyes sparkling.

"Ancient runes or Arithmency?"

I grinned back at her a matching glint in my own eyes.

"What about both?"

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I watched as the last connection to my parents and only chance to get away from the Dursleys flew away atop the back of Buckbeak. Hermione stood by my side, a comforting hand on my shoulder.

Up above the sun was setting my Godfather dissapearing into the sunset for who knows how long. Ron had long sense left to catch some shut eye before we had to attend classes along with Professor Lupin. The latter would no doubt be removed from his position, with how prejudiced the wizard community was.

Hermione wrapped her arm around my shoulders squeezing my shoulder reassuringly. I leaned into the hold my head lolling onto her arm.

"What now?"

She didn't respond immediately, but her hold tightened shifting her gaze skyward, the godfather of her best friend fading from our view.

"Now we forget."

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I knew when the extra piece of paper fluttered out of the goblet that my name was on the slip of parchment. The headmaster suprised announcement only cementing my beliefs. I fallowed the other champions in a daze, my eyes catching Hermiones. A shake of my head was all she needed to know that I didn't enter my name, and even if I didn't comfirm it she already knew. She knew I hated being in the limelight with all the judgemental gazes watching my every move.

The aurgument between the judges was like a buzz in the back of my mind, my thoughts focused on something much more important. Who entered my name into the goblet? Was it one of the students who held a grudge against me? Was it one of Voldemort fallowers? I shook my head internally kicking myself for thinking such a idiotic thought, why would a death eater put my name in the goblet? But the nasty little voice in my head prayed on my doubts. It was a deadly tournement where many people die.

The rest of the day was spent in my own mind doing everything else on autopilot despite Hermiones attmempts to snap me out of it.

Something fishy was going on, and I would get to the bottom of it.

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Hermione was beautiful with her flowing blue robe and dazzling smile as she danced across the ballroom floor with a grace I had never seen before all the other people staring at her in wonder. I was one of these people, sitting on the sidelines shifting about awkwardly watching my childhood crush dance with one of my fellow champions.

I hadn't gotten a date for the ball, I had intended to ask Hermione but another person had already asked her. Ron had tried to get me to take a dreamy eyed Ginny to the ball, but I had denied. Even though she was one of my friends little sister that was all she was, she was a Harry Potter fan. And I didn't want to be Harry Potter, the golden boy and boy-who-lived. I want to be just Harry, best friend of Hermione Granger and kid who grew up in the background. A wallflower.

So here I was, watching another man dance with my first love. But I couldn't really blame 'Mione for choosing him, with his tall stature, his rugged looks and accent. Really, he was the better choice out of the two of us. I was short, dull and punny (Or that's what my relatives say at least).

Nobody would choose just Harry, because Harry was a ugly freak who grew up in the shadows and belonged in the darkness.

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I only felt a crushing terror as the coldron boiled and bubbled smoke rising from it. I couldn't even find the strenght to struggle against my bonds my fear overiding my senses.

Where was the righteous anger I was supposed to be feeling? Where was the white hot fury for the person who single-handedly ruined my life? Where was that reckless spirit that everyone said I was supposed to have? Where was that firey temper that was talked about? Where was that inherit bravery and courage that got me sorted into Gryffindor? Because for some reason they all just disapeared in the face of the one man who stoll my chance for a happy family with a mum and dad that loved me.

His high laugh sent shivers down my spine his sadistic red eyes boring into me a twisted smirk upon his thin lips. My instincts screamed at me to struggle, to fight back, to run away. But my body had other ideas, because all I could do was open and close my mouth like a fish not a sound escaping my throat.

And even as he told me to bow to death I resisted, and eventually I prevailed.

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Blood dripped from my mutilated hand staining the marble of the sink in the restroom I was inside of, I held back A hiss in pain gritting my teeth. I wrapped the gauze around the wound that would undoubtly leave a scar all the while cursing Umbridge to hell.

In the mirror a exhausted boy stared back, dark shadows under his eyes the bloody gauze wrapped around his hand. As I stared at myself in the mirror i thought back to my second year where I had broken down in the dark of night in this very restroom. I smiled at the irony, I had been so nieve back then. So inexperienced, so very innocent. I hadn't known the horrors that life would bring.

I glanced at my shoulder half expecting to see the bony hand I had seen that day, but nothing was there. I didn't know what I was expecting, maybe I was hoping to see the shrouded figure. I huffed turning away from the mirror and exiting the restroom, that had been the over active imagination of a traumitized kid.

But if I had looked a little closer I might have seen the piercing black eyes that stared out at me from behind the dark hood.

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The world seemed to slow down, the cackling of Bellatrix the only sound in the otherwise quite room. I froze in my spot, not able to do anything as my godfather fell through the veil. Time came to a stop as his eyes caught mine, and the last thing I saw was his aceppting smile and resigned eyes. I couldn't do anything as my father figue fell away, taking all my hope along with him.

I scrambled forward, but it was already to late. The black cutain stilled, looking as if nothing had happened. But something happened, something that was burned into my brain. His face would never fade from my thoughts, and I would never truly forget the man I had come to know as the only father figure in my life despite the short time I knew him.

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I smiled the whisps from the potion rising into the air, the liquid was a silver color the fire beneath it set on low. I glanced at the opened book on the desk next to me. I didn't know why Hermione wanted me to get rid of it, it was a treasure trove on knowledge!

I smiled to myself my newest potion turning out perfect, I would show her! I would show her how useful this 'simple book' was. She was just jealous, but she would get over it.

I never did notice the concern that glittered in her eyes.

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my head dropped into my hands the snores of Ron the only sound in the dark tent. And as I stared at Hermione peaceful face I wondered why we were doing this, why we were sacrificing our lives for everyone else. But even the excuses I came up with were hallow and weak.

I sighed falling back onto my bed with a quite thump, the bed dipping with the added weight.

The wizarding world didn't deserve this, they weren't worth the risk. But even as I said this I couldn't bring myself to say no.

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It had all gone wrong, it wasn't supposed to turn out this way. It was supposed to be quick, in and out. It had all been going perfectly, the plan had been spotless. But they had been caught, and now he could only stare uselessy as the took turns tortuing Ron.

Voldemort sat in his throne, disinterested. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes but I couldn't block out the screams. We're only hope was Hermione and the order now, it all rested on there shoulders.

But they arrived to late, for Ron was already gone.

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I breathed heavily my legs burning the leaves underfoot crunching, the sun up above me shined through the branches casting light onto the ground. But I couldn't bring myself to care about any of this, my mind running at a thousand miles an hour as I dodged trees and jumped over logs.

Rivers of blood flowed through the forest the bodies of the cloaked death eaters littering the forest floor. The corpse count incresed as I grew closer and closer to my destination, not stopping once.

I froze only my hold on the tree next to me keeping me from collapsing then and there. I swallowed hard at the sight that greeted me.

Laying in the middle of the feild was a girl, her hair spread out in a halo pale skin shining in the sun like a beacon only stained by the blood dripping from her mouth in small streams. The crimson liquid was beginning to pool around her, but I couldn't bring myself to care about that as I collapsed to the ground next to her. Hazel eyes fluttered open, but there was a glassy tint to them.

"H-Harry...?"

Unfocused hazel eyes stared up at me, her blood pooling beneath us and staining our threadbare robes. I pulled her towards myself rocking back and forth my shaking hands carding through her hair in a daze.

"Shh, shh I'm here. I've got you."

Hermione shivered in my hold her hand seeking out my own, I slipped my hand into her hold without any complaints. Her hand was cold to the touch, her fingers coated in blood. I glanced backward towards the forest, hoping for the healers from the order to jump out from behind the trees to save my best friend. But they never came, and I had long sense lost my on wand.

"Harry, It's cold..."

I pulled her closer to my chest her blood staining my robes further, but I couldn't bring myself to care. She stared up at me with glassy eyes that pleaded me to do something.

"Harry... can you make the cold go away?"

My throat closed the moisture that had been gathering in my emerald eyes overflowing the banks that kept them back.

"I'll make the cold go away 'Mione, I promise."

She smiled up at me absently her eyes starting to close. I panicked grasping her shoulders tightly.

"No, don't close your eyes! Keep them open!"

But her eyes still slid half shut her brown eyes almost disapearing behind the skin of her eyelids. Her next words were like an knife to the heart, a sob escaping my lips. If they could see me now.

"Harry... I... love...y-"

Her eyes fluttered closed completly a peaceful smile upon her beautiful face, the blood blood dripping down her chin mingling with my own tears. My heart stopped my hands freezing and my breath hitching.

"Hermione?"

Panic creeped in on my like a beast that found there prey. I shook her in a attempt to make her eyes open. But nothing changed, her eyes didn't open nor did her chest start to rise an fall.

"Hermione?!"

I shook her desperately my crimson coated hands staining her rapidly paling skin. But still there was no sign of life in what became the corpse of my best friend. I slumped pushing my face into her shoulder broken sobs escaping my throat.

"Please... please wake up..."

The sky above us was colored in a blood red, the trees casting their long shadows over us. the dirt beeath us was colored crimson with the blood that had long sunk into the earth.

Did it suprise you that she didn't wake up?

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"You are sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban for treason against the empire along with the murder of several upstanding citizens including Hermione Granger, how do you plead?"

I sat chained, hundreds of wizards staring down at me from there pedastools. And as I raised my head I glared at all of them my emerald eyes ablaze.

"I plead innocent."

The jeers from the crowd wrung out, deafening and condemning. I could do nothing as they dragged me off towards every wizards worst nightmare.

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I curled in on myself holding my hands over my ears in a desperate attempts to block out the screams, but it didn't help. I felt cold, so so cold. My fingers were going numb and I had long sense not been able to feel my toes.

On the wall behind me were the days I had spent inside here, and soon days had become weeks and weeks had become months and months had become years. I had long sense stopped hoping to be saved, there was nobody to come for me anymore. They were all dead.

"All dead... all dead... gone..."

A insane laugh of a man who lost his mind echoed off the walls of Azkaban sending shivers down every other prisoner and guards spines.

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"W-Who are you?"

I gazed up at the figure I had seen all those years ago, it's boney hand extended before my grimy form. And for a moment, I thought i saw a hint of a smile from the abyss inside the hood.

"I am death, and I have come to free you."

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The fire ate the buildings away, turning them to nothing but ash. The screams of pain and terror echoed, traveling for miles. I stood above the town my Reapers gathered behind me, waiting for there next order, waiting for the next feast.

I clasped my hands behind my back as I stared down at the firey inferno I caused. I had long sense gotten used to the screams, because when your attempting to take an empire people must die and lives must be sacrificed. It was all for the greater good, after all.

I turned away from the former city, motioning for my servents to reap there next meal. Soon, more would join my ranks.

Before long, I would be unstoppable.

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I stared down at the kneeling form of my mortal enemy. The snake like head was bowed as he kneeled on the ground before my throne, death holding her sythe against his neck. I crossed my legs leaning back into my chair, bored.

"Please, please spare me."

Pleading red eyes met mine, asking, pleading me not to kill him. I smiled a smile that was all knives and barbed wire.

"Off with his head."

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I stared at the person in the mirror, a stranger staring back at me. A too big crown made of gold and rubies decorated with emeralds fell over my eyes, messy black hair sticking up at every angle. He wore a crisp white shirt a tailcoat pulled over it, along with a grey vest. A strange tattoo was on the back of his hand, and would never come off despite all his attempts. Haunted emerald green eyes stared back at me from a young face, a young face that was far to innocent.

I glared at the mirror, and the glass within spider webbed in the face of my power. I turned away from the cracked glass, storming out of the room my cloak billowing behind me.

The mirror shattered.

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Tears fell from my eyes as I sat with my head in my hands, a old photo that was burnt at the edges in my hand. Two smiling children waved at me from there frame, unknowing off what became of them.

Hermione grinned up at me from behind her book, my younger self resting his head atop her crown with a matching grin.

"Oh Hermione, what have I become?"

I let the picture flutter to the floor uselessly collapsing onto my bed, curling in on myself.

the promise my best friend had made all those years ago came to my mind, and I smiled wistfully to myself.

I guess I really had become the monster they had all thought me to be.

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I trailed my fingers over the thing that had taken my Godfather all those years ago, the whispers of the unknown telling my to join them. The veil rippled as I came closer, my footsteps echoing in the forgotten room.

"Is this the end?"

Death stood next to me, her dark eyes focused on the veil. And not for the first time I wished I could see her face, just to see what she was thinking.

"No, this is the next great adventure."

Her voice was everything and nothing, empty and full, quite but loud, soft yet hard. I smiled at my long time friend, stepping closer to my ultimite demise.

"I guess this is goodbye then."

I looked back at her with a smile that didn't reach my eyes, one step away from my death.

"You know how I hate goodbyes."

I laughed a empty laugh, looking back to the inviting veil.

"Of course you do, how coud I forget?"

She was silent as I stood a mere inch away from the black curtain, the whisper growing louder and louder.

"Goodbye for now, I guess."

I fell forward into the veil, not hearing the silent last word of my last friend.

"Goodbye for now, Master."