WARNINGS (there's a lot): Many of the "dark" characters will be OOC, most likely very much so. This is a Dark!Harry story; he will not be "gray," neutral, or uncertain, though there is a twist. There is also a Manipulative!Dumbledore to contend with as well. This story also contains abuse of nearly every kind (physical, psychological, emotional, sexual, etc.) which is sometimes portrayed in detail. This is also SLASH and will contain MPREG. I hereby declare this fic under the "Don't Like, Don't Read" policy. This fic will also contain swearing and sexual contact between consenting "underage" teenagers (Though, really? This is 2011. I'm pretty sure that it is safe to assume that teens have sex before they are "legal.") Any overly descriptive abuse (flashbacks, memories, recollections, etc.) and sexual contact will be forewarned at the beginning of the chapters that they occur in. Suicidal themes and self-harm may also make brief to extended appearences and will have appropriate forewarning.

I make all warnings with readers in mind as I really don't wish to offend anyone. If any of the above bothers you or makes you uncomfortable, please read at your own discretion.

DISCLAIMER (in effect for the entirety of this fic): I am not, nor have I ever been British, a successful writer, or in my 40s. Although, my hair does occasionally become slightly red when I am in the sun during summer. In other words, I am not J. K. Rowling. I am not a literary genius. I am not rich. And I do not own Harry Potter. Unfortunately. If I did, there would be a lot less Harry/Ginny and a lot more Drarry. And Severus would have gotten his girl. Enough said.

Reviews are always welcome as are suggestions and the pointing out of mistakes I may have missed.

Updates will occur as often as school, and writer's block, permits. Feel free to give me a slight nudge to update if more than a month goes by between updates. This will, in all likelihood be a long story, so I hope you are in for the long haul.

This is a short chapter, enjoy.

Shamelessly Yours

'Now, Harry, I'm sure you're just overreacting.'Yeah, like I'd overreact over something like this. I can just hear Snape now, 'Mr. Potter, have you not had enough of the limelight, or must you insufferably increase your renown just to get more undeserved attention.' Well, fuck you, fuck all of you! I'm done; I've had enough of this. I just can't take it anymore. Harry felt the dull throb begin in his forehead, the forerunner to a Death Eater meeting. But, tonight would be different. Tonight, everything would change. Harry stepped out of his room and looked down the hall.

"I'll be back for you," he whispered coldly. And, with a crack, the Boy-Who-Lived apparated to the snake pit, all with the line the meddling old coot had tried to force feed him playing over and over again in his mind. Once his body was done being squeezed through an eight inch tube, Harry opened his eyes to being the center of attention amongst the Death Eaters. He felt every pair of eyes and every wand trained on him. But, the only ones he cared about were blood-red and snake-like and a wand of 13.5" yew and phoenix feather. He cocked a snarky smile at the figure and stood poised.

"Ah, Harry, didn't your dear mother teach you that it is rude to arrive uninvited to a party."

Harry snorted. "I reckon she wasn't able to teach me much of anything."

"And now I suppose that you're here to confront me and all my loyal followers single-handed in some show of true Gryffindor bravery."

With that, Harry's eyes sparked a vivid Avada Kedavra green that set many of those gathered on edge. The sides of Harry's mouth quirked up into a rather terrifying version of the Malfoy smirk.

"No, but it is a rather Syltherin reason."

Voldemort's eyebrows, well the muscles above his eyes, rose to a position rather high on his forehead.

"So, that definitely got your attention." Harry snickered.

Voldemort began to circle around Harry and every breath was poised to see what Potter would do since he had yet to make a move for his wand.

"Are you going to sacrifice yourself for the Greater Good, Harry Potter? Are you ready to die for them?"

Harry turned violently to face the Dark Lord behind him with a vehement yet somehow staid, "No." His voice was cold and unfeeling.

Voldemort took a step back confused and then he smirked, "Do you really think you can? Are you going to kill me, Harry?" he said in a chillingly childlike voice. It froze Harry to the bone. Voldemort's tone and the very question were far to reminiscent of one of the first things Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, had ever said to him. This time, Harry didn't turn to look at the Dark Lord as he spoke.

"No."

A gasp left the less self-controlled Death Eaters, and Voldemort's vermillion eyes widened in shock, but they were quickly masked as a sardonic "eyebrow" was raised.

"Why are you here, Potter?"

A shiver moved through Harry as he turned to face the most evil thing alive.

"I'm here to join you, my Lord."

Cliff hanger...o_O