Cutting the Strings

Prologue

'Dear Lord Voldemort,

This may come as a surprise to you, receiving a letter from me, the golden savior or whatever the hell they're calling me these days. I just wanted to make something clear.

I do not want to kill you.

You may find this odd considering who I am, but I don't. Hear me out.

I don't understand it. Dumbledore thinks that I'll be his savior because of who my parents were. He thinks I'll fight for the millions of people who've done nothing but shun me or worship me when it was best for them. How many people die for strangers? What the fuck makes me any different from everybody else? What makes me that one in a billion person that dies just because my mother died for me? I don't understand. I deserve a life like anyone else, and not one in which I risk it for people that hate me when the paper says to.

And you! You think that just because of some stupid prophecy that I'll destroy you?! I think that's my decision, not some fraud's. Sure, you killed my family and countless other people, but did I know any of them? No, not really. My mother was a fool, as was my father. What kind of life do I have now? I'm a slave and a pawn. I get beaten everyday as well as--never mind. What kind of life is this I ask you? Hardly a life at all if you ask me.

But Dumbledore, he's the worst of all. Not only did he pay for Weasley and Granger to be my friends, he also made sure that my muggle relatives treated me terribly. He's the world's greatest puppet master but I'm finally cutting the strings. I don't want to be a puppet, a pawn, a chess piece, a whatever the fuck you want to call it! I'm sick of it. I'm through with the light side. The way to hell is paved with good intentions. I hope that he finds that out, sooner rather then later.

I know I'm a powerful wizard, far more powerful then Dumbledore lets me be. Yes. I'm only as strong as the old coot lets me be. You see, there is this charm Dumbledore placed on me that makes sure I can't use all my powers. It is an illegal curse, almost up there with the unforgivables.

And the dark arts! How I love the dark arts. They have always fascinated me but I was too scared to study them because I didn't think it was right.

So let's cut the ranting and get to the point. I want an alliance, in the least. If you will, I'd like you to teach me dark arts and possibly rid me of this curse. I'm far smarter then anybody has ever really known. An alliance with me will no doubt boost your chances of winning the war. It's the smart decision.

Yours truly,

Harry James Potter'

A/N: Another story. I've got to stop this.

Short little prologue. I've got the whole story planned out. I hope this is a good start.

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