Poison Ivy

A/N: I know! I must be going mental, starting a whole new story. But I couldn't help it! And anyways, this one kind came to me from the movie, rather from the book. So as you might remember, the story starts off to where Harry gets his mark-unwillingly, of course, lol :) Well uhhh the summary will explain it. Or the actual story. If you find this story interesting to you, you can read on, but if not, well, please don't flame me, will you? It's getting to my nerves already that I'm not getting much reviews, though it's probably my fault that I'm not getting much as I thought. But whatever, let us begin! Oh before I forget...

Disclaimer: I do not, by any way, own J.K. Rowling's wonderful book, Harry Potter, along with her imaginations, characters, ideas, etc. And I don't own the movie of Harry Potter either for that matter, so shut up out there whose muttering about it. Thank you.

Summary: What if, by the Dark Lord's way of a game, Harry was marked with the dark mark? And it is revealed to the teachers when they are about to question Barty Crouch Jr? Is there any hope for Harry now that he is marked as a Death Eater?

EDITED: Feb. 1. 2007 (after seeing the aftermath of my own destructive spelling mistakes, lol 'Course, the story itself isn't edited or anything.)

Marked

Before.

Harry Potter struggled with all his might in the bonds that strung him tightly to the grave of Tom Riddle's father. He could feel his scar burning in seething agony as he gasped for breath, feeling as if someone was choking him. His legs desperately kicked out but to no avail. His eyes slowly went to the body that had once been breathing...

Cedric Diggory.

He struggled harder, anger spreading through his veins as he looked up at the revived Voldemort in the middle of the graveyard, admiring his new form. At the moment Voldemort was distracted. If only he could reach for his wand, then he could---

Harry winced as pain shot through his body. He could feel warm blood flowing down his arm. He glared at the direction of Wormtail, who didn't seem to notice him. Harry gave out a agonized moan and stopped struggling. It would only make the wound wider. He would not let himself go unconscious from losing his own blood.

The Boy Who Lived looked up at the sky, his eyes widening. To his horror, the dark mark rose high in the air, formed by the murky dark clouds that circled the graveyard. A skeleton with a snake tongue sped out of its bony jaw. As if in response, shadows dropped through the air to fall onto the ground. All figures wore masks shaped like sculls. Harry could only squirm helplessly with a fear that somehow kept him from feeling despair.

"Welcome, my friends..." Voldemort echoed as he let go of Wormtail's rat like hand. Harry could hear Wormtail whimper in pain, a cowardly fear inside the man's eyes. But Harry didn't feel sorry for Wormtail, for he was the reason why Harry's parents were dead. The only emotion he felt for the man was pity.

"Thirteen years its been and yet here you stand before me, as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me. Avery, Crabbe, Goyle, Macnair... Not even you... Lucius."

While Voldemort was making his short speech with his Death Eaters, Harry could only think about what he would do next. He may have been lucky that he wasn't killed yet, but without his wand, he was nothing but a mere muggle who just lost all his key to his door. What was Voldemort going to do with him? Probably play with him as a cat may place with a mouse... His lips curled into a deep frown at the idea. He would fight back with all his strength and stand strong like Cedric had done before he died. He would die brave, rather than die in a cowardly manner.

"-Such a handsome boy…" hissed Voldemort with a cruel smile on his face as he moved Cedric's head with his foot. Harry instantly snapped back to reality, and shouted angrily at Voldemort, who gave out a chuckle.

"Harry, I'd almost forgotten you were here, standing on the bones of my father..."

Harry continued to glare painfully at Voldemort, who gave out a loud laugh that sounded more crazy then ever. But the Death Eaters didn't seem to care. Soon after, they, too, followed suit.

Suddenly Voldemort stopped laughing. A deep frown etched across his face.

"The Boy Who Lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry..." Voldemort hissed, eyes redding with anger. Over the years he had suffered, without a body, feeding over anything that would keep him alive. No more. Now he had a body, and he will be able to defeat those meddlesome fools, along with Harry Potter here, right in front of him.

But first, he thought with a mocking smile, he will have some fun with the fly he had caught on his web.

"Things have changed… I can touch you now!" Voldemort hissed and without warning, Harry was screaming in utter agony as his scar burned like fire. Voldemort, on the other hand, touched Harry's forehead calmly, but with a slight grimace on his lips. Then he drew out his wand and ripping the sleeve on Harry's wrist away. Pointing the tip of the wand at his enemy's wrist, he looked up to see Harry's expression. A satisfied grin replaced his grimace, for he saw horror on the boy's face. Fear which he will soon take advantage of.

"My lord, what are you---!" shouted the Death Eaters behind Voldemort, but the Dark Lord heard nothing as he whispered, "Caligamacula!"

A horrible scream of erupted from Harry, piercing the once silent graveyard. His vision was suddenly blinded by white light that flashed before his eyes. He felt as if a thousand Unforgivable spells strike him down, centered all at his wrist. An invisible knife cut deeply into the skin, drawing a mark with ink as black as death. Swiftly, its shape was formed into a skull, now shimmering brilliantly under the fogged moonlight. It seemed to laugh at Harry's anguish and the snake tongue with it. As soon as the process was done, Voldemort let go, leaving his hand dangling numbly at his side.

"How does it feel to have the dark mark, Harry? Hmm? You should feel privileged, Harry, for getting the mark at quite a young age, just like you tried to destroy me when you were a baby..." Voldemort hissed with mocking sneer as his eyes fixed upon the The Boy Who Lived with a smile that spelled cruelty.

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Now.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours…!" Barty Crouch Junior hissed with a secretive smile. He could feel it, the presence of fellow Death Eater in the room. But he knew it was no Death Eater, for it was Harry Potter that had the mark of the Dark Lord. Silly teachers, they didn't seem to notice that their only hope was tainted. Even Dumbledore, who was supposed to be the wise one.

Barty Crouch Jr. laughed and roughly let his bare wrist show. His Dark Mark squirmed, but looked as if it were floating in midair on his skin as he showed it to his audience. They would soon notice now, and their golden boy will be no more, shattered away! They will despise him for having the Dark Lord's mark! Barty Crouch Jr thought with a silent chuckle as he saw Dumbledore's serious expression harden.

Harry could feel eyes looking at his direction as Dumbledore glance at him. Harry felt like shrinking away. So… Barty Crouch Jr had known. He had known from the beginning when he had been brought here, into Mad Eye Moody's room that he was marked. Harry bit his lip in guilt and shame as he hid back tears. Dumbledore grabbed for his bleeding wrist and he gave out a muffled scream that was all to familiar.

Eyes widened in shock and horror as all the teachers looked at the dark mark with gaping mouths of disbelief. Dumbledore frowned terribly and though he held Harry's wrist gently, it didn't feel warm to Harry as it had felt before. His dark mark was as similar as Barty Crouch Jr's, except there a small difference to it and it was the color. Harry's mark shined in a magnificent black, with silver creeping up on the snake. Barty Crouch Junior's snake was black, and the eyes were hardly able to show.

"I'm sorry, sir, I couldn't help it!" Harry said painfully, tears were now threatening to barge through. But it was no time for crying. Barty Crouch Junior only laughed at the freshly made mark, which was burning brightly in color. He looked up to meet Dumbledore's gaze triumphantly. "You know what this means, don't you? He's back! Lord Voldemort has returned..."

"Send him out to Azkaban. You'll find their missing a prisoner," Dumbledore spoke in a whispery tone. Snape moved in quickly, pointing his wand at Barty Crouch Junior. Dumbledore moved Harry out of the room, but he couldn't help but glimpse back over his shoulder. Whatever the urge to look back was, it soon disappeared and he looked away in disgust.

"I'll be welcomed back like a HERO!" Barty Crouch Jr shouted ferociously as he stared at Snape with glittering, venomous eyes. Both eyes glanced for a moment in silence as Barty Crouch Jr continued to flick his tongue in a maniacally manner.

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"Professor, I'm terribly sorry. I couldn't get away... I know I should have tried harder to resist it, I'm sorry..." Harry said with a mumble as the Headmaster led Harry down the stairs. He held Harry's wrist in a gentle manner, so to not let pain cross Harry's wrist again. The two were heading towards the Hospital Wing, but in order to do that, they needed to return back to the other castle. Harry waited for an answer from Dumbledore, his eyes fixed with nervousness.

Dumbledore had fallen silent after telling Snape what to do but after a moment, Dumbledore looked at Harry's worried expression and expressed a soft smile that comforted Harry a little.

"Do not worry, Harry. But we will have to conceal the mark. Although it will be a secret known only to the Order members, I'm sure you will want to tell your friends about it. You may do so, but only to your most trusted ones. Be careful when you feel a spell cross you through the mark. Like the Dark Mark that Voldemort sets out on the skies, it will signal where you will be. Always follow your friends, my boy, and keep them close. If anything happens, you must contact your friends, Sirius or anyone else you feel can keep your secret and help you with it."

Harry nodded gloomily. Whatever was going to be his future, it didn't look very promising as he had thought it will be.

A/N: Well? Like it so far? I hope you did. Please review:) I'd love to hear what you think about it. Thought flames are bad for this fic, criticism is alright, as long as they are nice. Thanks for reading and I'll update soon!