Seduction and Revolution
By: Setsuna-X
Summary: Instead of killing Voldemort, Harry decided to use the power 'the Dark Lord knows not'--Love. And with that helped shape a new world with leading a Revolution. Harry Potter x Voldemort (Tom Riddle) Romance/Drama (not HBP compliant)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything to do w/ his Universe.
Warning: Will contain future guy x guy, which means: Yaoi, shonen-ai, boys' love, slash, etc.
Rating: Pending on T, might go to M
Chapter 1- Thoughts for a Future
Harry sat in his four-poster bed, up in the 6th years (boys) dorm. His black curtains were drawn in order to maintain his privacy, which he seemed to get so little of these days. It seemed that Ron and Hermione were keeping tabs on him or something to make sure he was either never alone or would do something to endanger him. He wasn't stupid. He couldn't end his life now, not when the Wizarding World finally decided to wake up and see the danger that had been lurking right in front of their faces the whole time.
He spent the usual needed amount at the Dursley's this summer. It wasn't completely unbearable. The threats from someone as creepy as Moody probably helped a lot. His Aunt would just give him a list of chores and feed him at least a sandwich for every meal. It was better than the cold soup he used to get through the cat flap a couple years back. And least they didn't re-put the bars on his windows this year either.
When he wasn't out doing all the gardening, which included, but was not limited to: cutting the grass, getting rid of weeds, planting and growing the flower patches and vegetable gardens, and other naturist activities he just laid in his room, his mind wandering to several topics at once.
He loved these moments. It was quiet enough that he could think (the Dursley's hardly ever spoke a word to him now) over everything. The War, Voldemort, how he almost got his closest friends killed, Stupid Umbridge and the 'I will not tell lies carved into his hand, Hedwig (who was staying at Order HQ), Dumbledore, Remus…the Prophecy that so many died to protect… so many casualties, one too many, like Sirius.
Sirius did not have to die.
'It was my fault.' Harry would think in those silent moments. But the silent moments went away and were replaced by being constantly followed around, asked if he was all right, and people always trying to get him to talk about his feelings, or at least would talk so much that he could never hear himself think.
Remus was constantly going on Order missions, trying to sway as many vampires and other magical beings to our side of the war.
Our side?
Whose side is that? Is that really my side, or Dumbledore's? Was he just a means to an end? A Sacrifice? Or a real Savior?
Harry spent countless nights lying awake on his bed thinking this over.
Was the 'Light' side as good as it claimed to be?
There were still places like Knockturn Alley around, but Harry had to admit that every society has that shady, dark side.
Magical Creatures were being oppressed left and right, not to mention that his honorary Godfather (or at least he hoped he was now his Godfather) was a werewolf, one of the groups that wizards are extremely prejudice against. Fleur was part Veela, and while she was more accepted than Remus, she still wasn't considered a full witch, and according to Wizard Law, she was not eligible for any Ministry job. Griphook at Gringotts probably was sneered at and scorned by many wizards in his long life, Dobby, who had to live as an abused servant for most of his life, simply because he was an enslaved House elf, Hagrid, who was half-giant from his mothers side and loved monstrous creatures, but had a heart of gold was the perfect candidate to place blame upon whenever something horrible happened, the Hippogriff, framed and easily sentenced to death because of a snotty brat and corruption in the system, and finally, Firenze, the centaur, who had saved him his first year from the dying spirit-form of Voldemort, and who continued to help him through out his Hogwarts' years. And even his best friend, Hermione, was scorned and seen as nothing but a 'Mud blood' simply because her parents were Muggles.
All these wonderful people who are not considered people. These beings of magic, which are considered unworthy of being in the presence of Pure Wizards, unworthy of holding a position in office where any magical creature would be able to make a difference.
But that was how the world was.
Corrupted.
If the people at the top are rotten, it follows that the rest are going to be rotten too. So whose side was he really on? The Lights? Dumbledore's? The Wizarding World? Or should he be on a side all of his own.
'See Sirius, I think I'm really going to make a difference with my life' thought Harry, 'before coming to Hogwarts I knew what it was like to be excluded, and oppressed. How it felt to be a slave, to expect no love or sympathy from those in power, or even those next to you. I learned how to strive and I don't want to leave this world without leaving my mark on it first. Voldemort can wait; changing the crooked Ministry comes first. Once that happens finding allies would be so much easier.'
Harry cast the Tempus spell and cringed when he realized that he had stayed up all night thinking again. He placed his round glasses on the nightstand next to his bed and pulled the blankets over himself. The ebony haired teen let out a long, audible sigh as he closed his weary eyes, but before succumbing to sleeps sweet embrace, Harry listed everything he had to do tomorrow.
He wanted to get started on yet another Wizarding Law book, tell Hermione sincerely that he wanted to join S.P.E.W and advocate the liberation of House-elves, go to his morning classes (Charms, Transfiguration, then Care of Magical Creatures), go to lunch, then a free period where he decided he would continue reading, then to his afternoon classes (he dropped Divination for Ancient Runes: Beginners, and a double period of Defense Against the Dark Arts).
He had yet seen the new teacher to take the post after Umbridge. He hoped it was someone competent enough that he didn't have to teach the D.A. anymore (which people had already been bugging him about it). After that he'd probably finish up some homework, play a game of chess with Ron, learn to knit from Hermione, and then continue reading his book. He wanted to learn everything there was about the laws, and maybe be able to find a loophole somewhere for the more harsher laws. He also decided to stay in top shape for all his classes, so the teachers or Dumbledore wouldn't say anything to him about it. He wasn't ready to accept the help from adults for his new 'Revolution' idea, or Ron and Hermione for that matter. This was a secret between him and Sirius, a secret and a promise to do better and leave his mark, not as the Boy-Who-Lived, but as a revolutionist.
Finally shutting down his brain and closing his eyes, Harry fell to sleep, unaware how much his life would change in the next couple of seconds.
A/N: Okay, this was mainly like a prologue to set the plot up for the future chapters. I can already see this is going to be one long fic. It sucks! I was planning for this to be 5 chapters, tops, now I know that it's going to be at least 10, at least! ::sigh::
Anyway, thoughts and comments appreciated. Continuation worthy? (I'll probably continue it regardless; just not update enough if people aren't reading).
Tiny bit Harry x Voldemort interaction next chapter, but way more in chapter 3. Thanks for reading!
Oh, and if things are wrong, or spelled badly, then please let me know. I was too lazy to get up and get my HP books to find out all the facts. And question: How should the new DADA teacher be? I want it to be a guy of course, but age? Intelligence? Looks? Personality? Any ideas would be appreciated (and depending on how he turns out will affect if he plays a big part in the fic or not) ---Thanks again. :D
Later Dayz,
Setsuna-X
