A/N: Welcome to our first lengthy fanfiction!
Disclaimer: we don't own the Harry Potter universe. If we did, it would be more centered around the 'Dark Side'. Unfortunately, it isn't.
Intro – The World's Disgrace
Flashback
The dark mist swirled and coiled, keeping the Shadows' hidden and the Light at bay. Screams and shouts could be heard, as well as the marching of many feet and the harsh, ragged beating of wings.
A loud roar rent the air, followed by a few flashes of green and red light. Someone screamed a curse and the roaring died down to a pitiful whine.
"Give it up, Potter."
The voice was cold and malicious. The figure who spoke leered down at the trembling body at his feet.
The boy raised his pale face and stared up at the figure with wide, pleading green eyes. "Please," he whispered, "I don't care, just leave Circe alone."
Cold blue eyes stared into beseeching ones. "And why should I? You, and that… thing, are a disgrace to our kind."
Immediately, anger shone on the boys face.
"Disgrace?!" He spat, "It's you who is the disgrace, old fool! You betrayed your own kind, choosing to side with those who tried to destroy us!"
The blue eyes flashed with fury and the old man snarled, "We trusted you! You were supposed to be our savior! You were supposed to kill HIM!"
The boy closed his eyes and swayed to his feet, clutching his arm which was twisted at an unnatural angle. A smirk crossed the boy's lips and he opened his emerald eyes.
All blood left the old man's face and he stumbled back, pointing his wand at the seemingly unarmed boy.
The boy's eyes shone with a manic light, his pupils turned slit, like that of a cat. The smirk formed into a grin and a laugh bubbled out of his throat, causing the old man to flinch.
"You know what?" the boy whispered, cat-like eyes shining, "I was supposed to be the lightest wizard of them all. The figure head of the light, I suppose."
Out of the mist, there was a snarl and blood-curdling screams rent the air. Behind the boy, a shadow loomed. Red liquid dripped from the reptilian mouth and emerald eyes, like those of the boy, pierced the old man with fury and hunger.
"But instead," the boy continued, delight filling his voice, "I turned out to be one of the Darkest of them all!"
Laughter spilled from the boy and he grinned at the old man. The dragon raised her blood-stained muzzle and roared, serrated white teeth gleaming. The old man screamed.
The old man turned to run, but found himself standing rigid, unable to move. The boy, with cat-like grace, sauntered forward, bending down to pick up the old mans discarded wand. With a mocking smile, the boy twirled the wand a few times before snapping it in half right in front of the old man's eyes.
"And guess what?" the boy purred, false pity shining in his eyes. "All of it, every single little thing, is thanks to you, Dumbledore."
A/N: Well? What do you think?? R&R, no flames please. We aint as fireproof as we'd like to be.