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Summary:

Harry is enlightened, and searches for the one to give him the dark that he craves. Voldemort will play a large part in Harry's transformation from the light to dark.

Chapter One

There are times in a person's life, when they must consider their destinies. When they must stop and think of the many obstacles in their life that keep them from accomplishing any of their goals. Though this type of epiphanies may happen during your 30's or so. Some intellects can go that deep into themselves as early as their teens. At times this can happen because of the abundance of problems or conflicts causing them to review their life to the fullest extent, and then it may be the growth sprout of the mind that has one to contemplate what they could be doing better or different to gain the things they've wanted most in life.

At the age of sixteen, Harry was going through his "midlife" crisis. In his sixth year of attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry had lived the lives of many powerful wizards in history, trice over. The raven- haired boy's eyes were of spun glass emerald that seemed too old for one that had seen so little suns.

Sitting on the Hogwarts express, Harry thought over everything that had happened to him over the summer, and how they have changed his perspective on life. How his mind was open to other possibilities now that he has seen, as if looking in from the outside, how his life actually seems to the random onlooker. The worries he had earlier in his life came back at him full force, and made him understand what some had been trying to tell him since the beginning of his Wizarding education.

Things are not as they seem at Hogwarts or even in the entire Wizarding world. Harry had come to realize that he had been forced to wear rose tinted glasses, while attending this school, and stood back submissively and let them. He took things at face value that should have been scrutinized further. Slowly but surely the orphaned boy was recognizing the signs of a gilded culture of wizards and witches who wore blinders to escape their petty lives Yet these same people were so ready to shun those who acted differently than themselves because a man who has defeated another powerful man has said to.

Slowly but surely, the Gryffindor was starting to comprehend that there is no right and wrong, light and dark, only opposing ideals and shades of gray.

Rain began to streak the large windows of the Hogwarts Express. The tremulous trees of the Scott lands shook under the great gusts of wind that surrounded them. The storm outside Harry's cabin window could have been a mirror of the storm residing in his own mind.

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