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The darkness was closing its grip on the world, magical and muggle alike, it was like someone had thrown a netting over the earth and it was slowly blocking out the sun. The muggles were confused as to what was happening, the magical community however knew very well that the darkness, the misty weather, and the feeling of unhappiness and misery were connected to the constant Dementor attacks, which were being ordered by the darkest wizard of this time, Lord Voldemort, his very name striking fear into the soul. He alone had gone so far down the path of darkness that he could never turn back, he has come the closest to immortality, but at the cost of his humanity, but he didn't care about a thing as unimportant as his humanity as there was more important things, one thing that had corrupted his mind to doing evil, dark things and that thing was power, Voldemort would do anything for power!

The weird thing is that the one person that had been said to have the power to bring the downfall of the Dark Lord….. is a boy who is just about to turn seventeen years old. The Dark Lord and the young boy named Harry Potter are so much alike, maybe that is the reason why Voldemort killed Harry's parents and tried to kill Harry when he was only a one year old, but that baby did a miraculous thing, cause he is the only person to ever survive a killing curse, Voldemort failed several other attempted murders of Harry in his life so far. Was it fear that made Voldemort so intent on killing Harry, was it the goodness in the babies eyes that night, or was it fear of the darkness of Harry's future, that Harry would be darker, more powerful than Voldemort himself?

The Dark Lord was deep in thought trying to remember what exactly he had seen in that boy's eyes at the mere age of one years old, all he knew was that he had never experienced fear so great before in his life, fear of a baby? Voldemort had only really feared one wizard other than this boy, he'd never admitted his fear of Harry, but everyone knew of his fear of Albus Dumbledore, but now he no longer feared the old fool as he was dead now, thanks to Severus Snape who had murdered Dumbledore.

As the thoughts of Dumbledore came into his mind another thought came into his head, punishment needed dealing out to someone. One young Deatheater needed punishing.

"Malfoy" He shouted in his high, cold voice.

A young boy, barely seventeen practically crawled in, his face was covered by the hood of his cloak but anyone who saw him there at that moment would have known that pure fear was on every inch of the boys face.

"Yes Master" the boy tried to hide the fear.

His master said nothing except for hissing a curse at him, his wand raised towards the cowering boy. All it took was one word to cause unimaginable pain…

"CRUCIO"

With that simple word Malfoys body was contorted by the pain, his lips releasing the scream that sounded as though he was being tortured to death, but the Dark Lord was only teaching him a lesson to do his mission or else, he failed to kill Dumbledore which was his first mission, so he was now paying the price. Voldemort lifted his wand and ended the curse, but Malfoy laid there twitching on the floor, Voldemort turned his back on Malfoy and shouted to him "Leave" Malfoy scrambled to his feet and out of the room without saying another word to his master.

hey this is my first fic so R+R please!