I sadly do not own Harry Potter :[

Disclaimer: This will be a slow burn Dark Harry some parts will be apart from canon and the book. Harry is around 16 in this fanfic. Slash.

Harry was looking out of his window, from where he was at some muggle hotel he had rented a room for the fuck of it he just needed to be alone for awhile. He couldn't stand the looks of pity from everyone about his Godfathers death. Being alone was his favorite thing to do at the moment he sat on the ledge of the window watching people, pass by. It gave him an odd sense of tranquillity. He for once wasn't someone important here he was just a simple human being with freedom. Something he didn't have in the wizardly world. He inwardly sighed watching muggles pass by with shopping bags he frowned remembering Christmas was coming up in the muggle world. He had never been able to experience the joy of it. Quite frankly he didn't feel like he had missed out much. So what if he didn't have a normal childhood. It was something he had never been able to have he was a slave to his relatives since he was a child he was never free. Freedom was something that people fought for when they didn't even know what it was. No one was ever free. They always had something that tied them down, a belief, a person, a task, a religion, something was always there. But he knew that many used it to work towards something. Harry saw it as a waste of time. It was irrelevant however, at this point he didn't want to be free, he much preferred to know he was working for something, someone, and he was quite happy to stay just where he was it made him feel like he had a purpose. Even if his purpose was to die in this war. In the muggle world he was no one. In the wizardly world he was the savior the light sides lapdog. He knew he would have to be dragged back to his "lovely relatives soon" but, for now he just laid his head on the cold window hoping they wouldn't find him yet. He would always be tied down to something. He was a puppet after all. Sirius was gone because of that bitch. He was utterly alone.

Most children grow up admiring good people. The stories they hear, for their nighttime stories include princes slaying dragons and saving princesses, knights going on adventures and conquering enemies, heroes helping those in need and getting rewarded. They grow up believing that good guys always win, that the light always conquers the dark, that the prince will always get the princess. More importantly, they grow up being told that they are good boys and girls, little princes and princess, heroes and heroines. They grow up being loved, safe and sound. But no Harry didn't grow up that way you see he was root of all evil according to the Dursleys. The devils spawn.

So what happens when a child has to grow up without anything like that? No stories before bedtime, not a single praise, not a single ounce of love, not a day of being safe without being abused. What happens to kids that grow up being ignored, neglected and abused mentally and physically. They showed Harry how to hate. He had kept under wraps for years but he couldn't anymore it was eating him alive.

The children then wait. They wait and pray and hope that the good people will come and save them but if you're Harry, you know no one will come save you because you're a freak. When he had found out Sirius was his godfather he had a feeling of hope someone would finally save him from his hell hole. But, no everything was gone. He was gone. That crazy bitch had dropped him into the veil.

(You know you could change that. I would save you.)

A voice whispered in his head his eyes snapped open wonderful he groaned bitterly he was now hearing voices. A chuckle replied back.

(Hearing voices indeed Potter.)

He wasn't going insane of course it would be bloody Voldemort, to torment him. He was sure he got some enjoyment of making his life a miserable hell. And enjoyed his misery. Snape had wanted him to learn to block off his mind fat chance of that ever working.

(I actually don't delight in your misery if you would've taken my offer up in your first year we wouldn't be in this position.)

(Oh right, I'd be dead already wouldn't I. You would've killed me the first chance.)

He couldn't almost just see the sneer when he got his next response.

( I don't break my word, Harry I don't change for the greater good like the old fool. I offered you sanctuary and freedom I would've kept my end of the deal. The light side as always lied to you or given you half truths not me Potter never me.)

Harry could almost hear Dumbledore, telling him how reckless he was being for opening his mental connection with the dark lord.

(Shouldn't think to much of what the old fool, will think he'll be gone soon enough.)

(What do you mean he'll be gone soon enough.)

(Oh nothing at all go back to brooding, I have information to acquire people to torture. If you doubt I'll real so much call me Harry. )

With a laugh that sent chills down his spine the Dark Lord was out out of his mind for the time being. Which made him reflect on what the Dark Lord had said. Dumbledore would be gone? Was the Dark Lord going to kill him. Was the dark lord really in his head. He knew the taboo on the name Voldemort when spoken outloud he would know who spoke it and where they were.

He decided he could read some more to pass the time. He been dabbling in dark magic since Sirius death. He was currently reading a book on necromancy. He found his magic spoke to him whenever he cast a dark spell. His magic almost sang. He could resurrect small animals wandless. Since he knew he couldn't use his wand without being tracked by the Ministry. That was the last thing he wanted. He could live with never being there again. He knew he should've been screaming bloody murder or something of the likes for just having had the dark lord in his mind, but he couldn't find it himself to dwell on it. So what? He heard voices that happened to sound like the dark lord maybe he was just in denial. Or hadn't been sleeping right because there was no way in hell that lord Voldemort would willing have a conversation with him without it meaning is utter demise. He had fallen from grace a long time ago and if he was being frank with himself he had never really been that kind, or good in the first place he played his part perfectly the boy who lived always getting in trouble with his two light side sidekicks. He was the perfect example of acting a fool like he didn't know any better. He didn't have much to lose he shrugged with that in mind he went outside the muggle hotel he just been dwelling inside.

"Voldemort"

Voldemort was surprised that the death eaters had brought him one willing Harry Potter so quickly. He thought for certain that it would take much longer to get Harry Potter to come to him. Yet here he was, not even minutes later being dragged by his people, and looking throughly disgruntled. Voldemort dismissed the death eaters quickly, not even letting them collect their praise before he extended his hand towards Harry.

"Welcome, Potter. I've been expecting you."