I'M SORRY FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO KEEP GETTING THIS IN YOUR INBOX! I DON'T THINK I WAS VERY ORGANIZED WHEN I POSTED THIS, SO I TOOK DOWN THE CHAPTERS AND BEGAN AGAIN! And for those of you knew to this story, welcome and enjoy.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the rights to all characters and places not of my own making. All mentioned song artists own the rights to their songs quoted. I am writing this for my (and hopefully your) enjoyment and not profit.
Warnings: Dark!Fic, profanity, violence, murder, sex, bondage, dubcon, adultery, divorce and other warnings not mentioned for the integrity of the story (will be added upon completion of story)
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Summary: The rise of a Dark Lord begins with malcontent.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfiction, so fingers crossed that it goes well. This is a very dark story and the chapter length will vary. I can't promise regular updates either, but I will do my best between work and classes. This story so far is shaping up to be a long, fast-paced one and as of right now is not beta'd, but I did my best to proofread. Reviews and comments are loved: Does this sound interesting? Can I improve? I might also need to preface this with how much I like Ginny. It does not come through here at all, but it really couldn't be helped…
Good Intentions and The Best Deceptions
Prologue: Collapse
"Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes/We're crashing into the ground as we all fall from grace."
-Collapse, Rise Against
Draco never entered the Ministry's employ for the sake of his betterment or his reputation or his inability to handle losing to Potter; instead, he sought power, quietly and with the front of humble repenting.
His treatment after the war had done nothing to make him sympathetic to the mudbloods' cause. He had been mocked, cursed and spit upon; he had been made to kneel at the feet of those he fought opposite of during the War, to castrate himself before them in such a way as to disgrace the Malfoy name irreparably and to render himself powerless.
He played his part well. He swore fealty to the new Minister and quietly worked his way up to Potions Master; he never did anything to draw attention to himself and always completed his tasks flawlessly. No one really trusted him, but he was no longer a threat in his enemies' eyes, either; he was just another squashed pureblood too insignificant to notice.
That would all change soon.
Harry had always wanted to be an auror for the sole sake of helping others. It was in his blood, he felt. He excelled through the three years of training and he and Ron were placed together as partners at once.
His first year had disillusioned him. During training he had had little to do with politics and the outside world, but working at the Ministry threw him into the middle almost immediately. Not even three months later, Ron was assigned to a new partner and Harry found himself in the position of ghost Head Auror. The authority figurehead, Head Auror Stephens, was the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot's son and no amount of complaining ever seemed to reach the higher-ups ears; the man was incompetent but somehow he held on to his position.
Galleons held all the power. This did not, however, put the purebloods back in a place of influence. The Restoration had stripped most families of everything they had save a paltry sum and possibly their homes. Equality was a forgotten goal, instead vengeance spurred the muggleborns and halfbloods and survival impelled the purebloods.
The world he had fought for did not exist and he refused to stand for it.
