A/N Hello Everyone, I tried my darndest, but I couldn't manage to get this up on Jesus' Birthday but hey 15 minutes late isn't bad. So I had an idea about a story for a Dark Harry where he wasn't some all-powerful demigod, or using dark rituals to gain power, simply he was the same Harry from Rowling's story, only slightly less stupid and a bit more commanding(but not right away). I have plans for this story and a sequel, but we'll have to see how this one goes first. It starts just a week into the summer vacation after his 5th year. The main pairing will be Harry/Daphne, but there will be some Harry/Pansy, Ron/Hermionie.

Disclaimer: I can claim nothing from the Harry Potter universe, all that goes to Mrs. JK Rowling.

As is my custom, Flames allowed on this first chapter, I will leave them in so go HAM. on the other hand nice reviews and constructive criticism is always welcome, even if it is to correct the spelling of one word, or the grammar of a single sentence. Otherwise, On with the story

Chapter 1: A Plan Forms

In the window of number 4 Privet Drive, a young man of 16 stood glaring at a set of trash cans that stood on the side of the road. A whip-like crack sounded and one of the trash cans fell over. The teen checked the clock on the desk next to him, "Every hour, on the hour," he muttered to himself, "Tonks if that bin is anything to go by."

Harry Potter left the window and threw himself onto his bed, ignoring the a bowl of soup cooling on his desk, and stared up at the ceiling, replaying that horrible night.

Ron, wrapped up in that brain, the death eater with his baby head, Hermione falling to that purple spell, Luna tossed like a rag-doll across the room, and worst of all, Sirius falling through the veil; falling in but not falling out. Bellatrix cackling at Harry's attempt at revenge, when finally Dumbledore appears to duel Voldemort, yet still allowing him to escape.

Unable to eat, Harry poured some soup into Hedwig's food bowl then dumped the rest out the window. Why did I have to be the one cursed to be Voldemort's nemesis, and if Dumbledore is so strong, why is he always unable to stop Voldemort. I'm the one who stopped Quirrel, I killed the Basilisk, I freed Sirius, I watched Cedric DIE. AND Sirius, how come Dumbledore never arrives in time to help. He's always just in time to "save me"! And now they want me to FUCKING SIT HERE?!

Harry angrily snatched a book from the pile next to his bead "Stopping the Dark: an Advanced Guide to the Self-Defence", he sighed as he read the cover, He'd gone through this one at least twice already this summer. "Advanced Transfiguration", he tossed that aside also. He had read through all of his textbooks from this year and next, something Ron would have found appalling and Hermionie would have found "too good to be true." He even bothered to look at some extra-curricular readings; he didn't know exactly what he was looking for in the books, something to help when fighting Voldemort, but all he ever found were weak jinxs and hexes, child's pranks compared to the curses that Voldemort and his followers used. Oh everyone knew about bone breakers, blood-boilers, entrail-expellers, cranium-crushers, Punjab's-lasso, and a few others, not to mention the Unforgivables. And aside from the unforgivables and bone-breakers, its nearly impossible to learn the spells. The incantations and wand movements are not in any books, nor are any counter spells. How was he supposed to defeat Voldemort and all his Death Eaters when the most dangerous thing he can do is use a reducto or confringo to try and blow them up. And even those weren't very effective since a simple protego could block those.

It's all Dumbledore's fault. Why should we show kindness to Voldemort's followers when we can expect none from them? How does he expect to win this war when they know that the worst they can expect is to be publicly labeled a Death Eater and arrested, only to be broken out a few weeks later. We tied up Malfoy and all those others, but they'll be out within the week because the Ministry is all cocked up. We need to fucking do something.

Exhausted from his mental rant, Harry sighed and looked over at Hedwig glumly, "What do you think Hed?" In reply she shook out her wings and barked morosely (A/N from my research, snowy owls bark instead of hoot so I'm using that). "Maybe I should ask Hermione if she has any books that would have help?" At this Hedwig's perked up. "No, she wouldn't understand why I want to learn the same spells as the Death Eaters." Hedwig now looked dejectedly out the window and gave a low bark again.

I wish I could ask Sirius what to do, he always had an idea. And if he didn't he'd crack some joke about going to ask Voldemort for some one-on-one training. I bet Sirius knew some of the spells, he said his family was dark, even his brother joined Voldemort. Even if he left when he turned 16, I'll bet he learned something from his parents... or all those books in the library, its no wonder he ran away, even during Christmas the house seemed rather depressing. Harry pondered how Sirius survived living in the house he ran away from all last year, when he suddenly realized what he had said to himself. "I'll bet he learned something from all those books in the library" Grimmauld had the library of a prominently Dark family, and Harry would have bet anything that that library contained books on the Dark arts, how to perform them, and most importantly how to fight them.

So I go to Grimmauld and read some books on the Dark Arts and learn to defend myself properly, none of this I'm to young to be confronted with the horrors of the world shite that Dumbledore keeps trying to push on me. Except the Order is there, and if I show up they will want to know why I'm not being a good little boy waiting at home.

Harry slumped back into his chair. Once again stymied by a lack of knowledge, if only he knew when people were on duty or at work he would be able to sneak in. To bad i'm not an Animagus like Sirius. And then it hit him, The Order used Grimmauld Place because Sirius let them, with out Sirius they might not be able to use it as Headquarters. Harry became excited, Sirius had said his closest relations were Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy, If there was a chance that they had inherited Number 12, then Dumbledore would not let them stay. But he needed to be sure, and for that the Weasleys would know; the Weasleys were such a large part of the Order, they practically lived with them.

Harry, finally having a concrete idea on what to do, grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen off his desk. He quickly scribbled a note to Ron, asking about his summer, and when he thought he could get out of Privet Drive, and most importantly, if he knew anything about the Order, and Grimmauld Place. Hedwig barked happily and stretched her wings excitedly.

"KEEP THAT BLEEDING BIRD QUIET BOY!" Came a shout from below. Ignoring his irate uncle, Harry tied the note to Hedwig's' leg and she fluttered to the window, "wait for a reply, and make sure he feeds you, I know how much you hate soup." harry called after his snowy. With his letter off, Harry settled back to wait. Content with the knowledge that he was doing something.

A very loud bang woke Harry suddenly, causing him to sit up suddenly. He looked quickly at the clock noting that he had been asleep for three hours. He stood up and looked out the window. He wanted Hedwig to return. He had enough of sitting around waiting for things to happen to him. Five years of waiting for Voldemort, on top of the eleven he hadn't even known about magic, and dealt with the Dursleys. Finally, Harry had a plan for his immediate future, and he wanted to follow through with that.

As soon as Hedwig landed Harry offered her a treat and untied the note from her leg. Eagerly reading the letter.

I was wondering when you'd write, my summer has been one of the best yet, without Fred and George here, I don't have to worry about getting pranked at 4 in the morning. And Bill is staying over with Fleur, something Mum isn't all that happy about, she keeps trying to match Bill with Tonks, but I stay outside most of the time so it's fine. I asked Mum when you were coming over, she said Dumbledore would bring you in about a week, said there was no need for me to fly over and pick you up with a car, I can't believe she is still upset about that. Anyway the Burrow is crowded since the Order has taken up residence here. Dumbledore wants to ensure that Grimmauld is safe before they move back in, apparently that's one of the reasons he's going to pick you up, don't ask me how they relate because I have no clue. Anyways, hope the Dursley's aren't too boring, you can survive a week. See you then mate. Ron.

Victory, Grimmauld was empty, nobody would know he had left and he only had a week left with the Dursleys. Harry went to the corner of his room and picked up his broom and invisibility cloak and hurried to the window, eager to set out, eager to take control for once.

A/N Remember Flames OK for this chapter, Constructive criticism welcome, as are simple reviews saying "good job", "i lyke dis", etc. spelling and grammar corrections are also welcome. I enjoy having good spelling and grammar.
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