A/U: So..here we go. An attempt at a chaptered story..crosses fingers My style of writing is a bit odd, but I hope anyone who takes the time to read can at least appreciate it..for good, or bad. Also, please feel free to review, even if it is in criticism..Flames, though, shall be deleted..Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway claim to own Harry Potter, belonging to J.K.Rowling, nor do I in anyway claim to own any other familiar faces in this story. It is purely fan-written for entertainment.

Warnings!: Small mentions of 'Incest' later in the story, along with torture, semi-consensual hinted sexual activities, slash(male/male) relationships, mind games, character death, attempted suicide, self-harm behavior, and overall dark tones. A dark, twisted story not to be taken lightly. You have been warned.

Summary: If he told himself the truth, he knew it was wrong. He knew he wasn't supposed to fall so far. He wasn't supposed to be so corrupted, or have fallen into 'His' web so easily..But he was..He did...And theres no way to escape once you're in. Featuring a believable!dark!Harry, and an intelligent!evil!Voldemort. Warnings Inside.

Future Glimpses and Nightmare's Awakening.

He knew it was wrong. Oh yes, he knew. His soul was being torn from it, his mind was cracking..oddly enough, though, his heart felt like this was right. And you're supposed to follow you're heart, right? At least..Thats what he told himself. Forced himself to believe as he watched the old castle burn, the place he had called home for 7 years, simply burn to the ground. He tried to convince himself it wasn't tragic, that it wasn't wrong. Even when it was. Even when he could've done something.

A hard hand fell on Harry Potter's shoulder, a sinister grin on it's owner's face. Cold, harsh words spilled out of the perverse smile, a twisted mockery of affection, even still as it's long, thing fingers drove into the cloaked flesh.

"Well done..."

2 Years Earlier.

'It was a hot summer', Harry thought to himself, as he quietly rose from his hiding place behind the bushes, underneath one of the many open windows of his 'Aunt' and 'Uncle's'. 'And calm', he reflected, 'At least by Muggle standards'. True, he hadn't expected Voldemort to make any moves so soon after his ressurection, but still..

The teen glanced around the block while he stretched out, taking in the identical houses with their perfectly cut lawns. Truth be told, he hated it. After having seen the Magical world, it all seemed so mundane, to ordinary..Like the people were purposly trying to bore each other to death. As he headed down the street, knowing it best to avoid the Dursley's as much as possible, he caught himself, not for the first time, wishing he hadn't had to come back to this place. Dumbledore had even refused to tell him why he was stuck back here!..The old man refused to tell him anything, and had even managed to get his 'friend's' in on it, if the cold letters were anything to go by.

He snorted lightly to himself, his legs carrying him off to some familiar place while he thought on his friends. The most he had gotten from them all summer had been, "I can't tell you where we are, but 'Mione is coming here too soon. Hope to see you soon, don't let those Muggles get to you!", and that had been a good one.

He snorted to himself again, lifting his head to quickly glance over where his feet had taken him. The old playground. It was mostly useless now, Dudley's gang having destroyed much of it, but a solitary swing remained somewhat intact. Absent mindedly, he walked over and sat down on it, his feet starting to swing him back and fourth..only to land flat on the ground as the old, battered swing finally gave way.

Muttering to himself, he stood and brushed himself off, as little good it did for the oversized clothes; they still looked completely awful. Realizing the lost cause, he fell back down to the ground. Once he had found a (somewhat) comfortable position to sit in, he turned his mind back to Ron and Hermione. Part of him wondered if they had really believed him about Voldemort's return. Hermione would probably believe him..but Ron..

The teen suddenly pushed himself up from the rocky ground, having heard a sudden loud bang..Like a car back-shooting..or..Apparition? He hadn't been stupid enough to not notice the guards on him, even if they thought he hadn't noticed, but as far as he had known, he'd never heard one of them Apparate like that. It made him more than slightly uneasy.

His feet had him walking back to Number 4 before his mind had time to even agree that, yes it was best to get away from there and that his legs needed to be moving faster. Much faster. He didn't know why, but something gave him a bad feeling about the sound, something completely outside paranoia.

Of course though, the next morning an entire neighborhood, almost right next to Harry's, would find itself on the front of 'The Daily Prophet' under the ominous title, "Dementor Attack on Muggle Neighborhood, Ministry Loosing Control?". Harry in question would not hear a word of this untill the next day.

The next morning, Harry woke up with his scar burning, and an irate owl at his window. Pushing aside the pain, the teen quickly bolted up from his small bed and opened the window to let the owl in, afraid of the consequences of one of the neighbor's seeing such an 'odd' thing at their perfectly normal house..

The owl itself, a pretty little tawny thing, went and drank uninvited from Hedwig's waterbowl after Harry had taken it's letter. It was lucky for the Tawny that Hedwig had yet to return from hunting, and was so unable to protest the strange owl drinking from 'Her' waterbowl. Not that she was territorial, or anything..

Quickly opening the letter, Harry found himself looking down at a simple 1 sentence note..

The Hatchling is being released when the greatest star is fading.

The code was awful, and so easy to decipher..but he knew what it ment. He was getting out of here, and at dusk too if he had read it right. It was earlier than normal..almost suspiciously so..but he was just glad to be free. Free from his awful 'Family'..

Still though..he couldn't help but wonder why he was being moved barely a month after the summer break had started..