Hey People of Fan Fiction Land. My name is Kirsty-Maria - I've been wanting to try my hand at Fan Fiction writing and thought why not now? I hope you enjoy it and would love to hear back from you so read and review.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything in relation to the Harry Potter series, this is all due to wonderful mind of J. K. Rowling. Anything that you do not recognise will be my own, otherwise I'm just the player and I'm using this as a game.

Chapter 1 - The Decision.

As he awoke from the nightmares that filled his body with terror, he looked around puzzled. Harry blinked slowly before realisation settled in. It had happened again. Uncle Vernon loved to play beat the freak and Dudley was a fast learner. They had beat his body to a pile of broken bones and cuts causing him to succumb to blackness as he passed out.
Moving slightly to try and rearrange himself into a more comfortable position, Harry moaned quietly at the pain the movement caused him. That was it. 'I can't stay here and continue to let this happen without fighting back' thought Harry before falling into silent contemplation.

Dark thoughts slipped in and out of Harry's consciousness, he entertained the idea of pleading insanity - but only after torturing his relatives until they could not take anymore pain would he be able to do so; deciding against it he contemplated on how he could make a better impact by making a change all whilst destroying the light and Dumbledore himself. Finally, a smirk found its way slowly spreading along Harry's face. 'Perfect' thought Harry.

A few minutes later and Harry had picked himself up off of the rough, blood-stained floor and hobbled over to the desk by the window. Grabbing the quill and parchment from his hiding space behind the mirror he starts to write but flashbacks attack him; images of being beaten, screamed at, hit, kicked, pushed and violated overwhelmed him, momentarily. Memories of the blood dripping down from his head and his nose whilst his arms and legs were broken making him vulnerable and tears threatened to fall. A few tears escaped his brimming eyes before he was able to make a proper start on his letter.

Dear Tom/Voldemort,
What do I even call you, now?
It's Harry Potter, obviously and this is my resignation - I refuse to fight you! I know for a fact that you had no part in the killing of both of my parents and Sirius Black. I know that Dumbledore has been manipulating me since birth and that you were a victim, also. So, I'm going to let you in on a few secrets that nobody knows to prove my true intentions.
1. I have been abused since birth physically by my uncle and my cousin, Dudley.
2. I am gay and have lost friends due to this.
3. My magic is dark and I have been independently studying all forms of magic and subjects since year 1 at Hogwarts – especially after our meeting your words about there being no such thing as good and bad, light and dark, only power and those to weak to seek it rang true to me, I just didn't know of the true manipulations of the light at the time.
4. I have never hated you. There was a time where I was frightened of you but I am no longer. Sirius Black and I had been conversing on the many different ways to escape the eyes and holds of the order and that is the true reason he was killed.

Therefore, this is my plea for the war to not come to fruition, lets stop this and stop Dumbledore together. Otherwise, I may not survive another month at the Dursley's. They seem to be especially attentive to my freakiness this year.
Yours sincerely,
Harry Potter
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Using the last of the energy he had tried to assemble Harry unlocks Hedwigs cage with a wandless and non-verbal spell . He had always had an affinity for wandless and nonverbal spells. With a weak smile he hands over the letter to Hedwig. Hedwig takes the letter into her beak quickly, understanding that Harry is in pain. She starts to depart before looking back once more to check on her master. Knowing she was set and already on the way Harry allows himself to fall back into the blackness, once more.

A few hours later and the rising sun teased the sky, Hedwig flies down from the sky and back in her masters room. Hedwig pecks Harry on his hand and startled Harry grabs his wand and points it in the direction of the attacker. After realising he was pointing his wand at his owl he lowers it slightly in shock as he sees a green cursive handwritten letter in Hedwigs beak. No way. This could only mean one thing. Voldemort. He had wrote him back, he had actually wrote him back! Now what? 'What do I do?' Harry thought. 'Why am I acting like a dazed puppy! Just open it, you moron' thought Harry before noticing that Hedwig was waiting for a reply. 'Could that mean that Voldemort had requested Hedwig to wait for it?' Voldemort.

Heyy, so I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, let me know what you think.