Prologue:

A fierce rain tormented the survivors. The heaven's acknowledgement of the end. The end of hope and of the light. For the other side had won this battle. Many lay dead strewn across the field, others severely injured and those who could still stand watched terrified at the tormenting sight in the center of it all.

The boy who lived writhed painfully on the ground. Blood painted a mural on his flesh along with scars of meaning. Had they not recognized him by his voice they would not have known who he was. He was unrecognizable really. His wails ravished the night, his tears freeing themselves from his eyes. The survivors of the light watched traumatized as his tormentor seemed unfazed by it all.

Hovering above the boy was not Voldemort however, no Voldemort was suffering his own pain, his own nightmare. He watched just like the rest of those alive, with pain and hatred in his eyes and a great sense at betrayal like the rest. He had trusted them, they were his own and yet his "loyal" death eaters stood above him as he was pushed roughly to the floor once more and held back with binds and traitorous hands that held him as his destiny was stolen from him. As his vengeance was ripped from his cold hands by another. Somewhere deep down he couldn't help but find it amusing how his most trusted had betrayed him like they had betrayed the order to join him. He, who tried to destroy the Order now had something in common with them.

As the boy continued to seize, limbs folding at impossible angles, his cries penetrating the night air and mingling with the rains own cries, a cruel twisted smile found it's way onto his tormentor's smile, his formally trusted companion, his friend.

A manic laugh erupted from them, echoing through the field inflicting fear in all of them, they would forever be traumatized by this night, by that manic laugh that shook their very cores. Not even the once mighty and feared Dark Lord was safe from the effect.

The boy fought to force open his eyes, meeting those of his inflictor, tears flowing endlessly from his pain written eyes as he forced a hoarse whisper from his lips.

"Why?" It was a simple a loaded word but he needed to understand needed to know why this person who stood above him, instigating his agony, had betrayed him. Why had they left him? They had been part of his only family. He had trusted them with his life. So why? Why did they jump into the darkness?

Through the veil of agony shadowing his eyes, he made out a smirk etched on this renegade.

Amusement tickled their eyes by the boy at their feet. The pathetic boy they had known for years wanted to know the truth. No he claimed he needed it, it was visible in his eyes. The truth however was something he was not ready for.

"I knew you weren't that smart Harry really I did, but I didn't expect you to be this stupid. Isn't it obvious? I did it and will continue to do this because I can."

Anger seethed in the remaining Potter's eyes. He opened his mouth to once more whisper his pathetic words only to be silenced by a kick to the face.

"Power called to me Potter and unlike many I was not afraid to answer it's call. I embraced it as it was destined to embrace me, for I am power foolish boy. I am Malice."

And with that final sentence spoken Malice finished off the boy with a simple curse, eliciting cries from the good hearted and from the devastated man weeping tears of anger on his knees behind Malice.

The fight was over, hope had truly died and a new era was about to begin.

The era of Malice.

I've been meaning to write this for a while now. I have it all planned out. It'll be drawn out and dark. There will be betrayal, torture and lots of other good stuff. However i'm going to be an ass and tell you that updates will be based on reviews. What's the point in updating if people aren't gonna read or voice their enjoyment? Btw if anyone can think of a better summary pm me. One more thing before I go, This is not the end nor is it the beginning this is merely a hint of what is to come.

-unexpected sabotage.