Fic Title: Loss of Faith, Reclaiming Hope

Disclaim...Er: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JK Rowling and not me. I own nothing, except Sera and the plot...

Genre: Slash, Romance, bit of angst

Pairings: V(TM)/HP, DM/OC

Warnings: AU, OOC, OC. This will is slash eventually if you don't like don't read, you have been warned.

Summary: Betrayed for the last time Harry loses faith in the ones he once loved, discovering truths and coming to terms with the lies in his life. Will the Light lose Harry to death and darkness, is there any hope left?

Chapter 1: Death of a Hero?

Sera was floating through the darkness again; she could feel his pain and her soul cried out for him. Soon, she thought, I will be able to go to him soon they've betrayed him for the last time. She felt the delicate tendrils of the new prophecy unfurl around her. It was pulling her towards his dimension.

"It is time...Harry Potter..." she whispered, unfurling her wings about her she was gone in a flash of bright light.

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The summer was half over and Harry Potter was looking forward to the fact that he would be returning to Hogwarts for his sixth year, if only to get away from his relatives. So far this had been the worst summer yet with his relatives. The beatings had been getting continually worse; he feared he might not see the end of it. The worst of it was his magic had somehow been bound and it made him furious, because he knew who had done it. Ever since the fiasco at the DoM he knew things weren't what they seemed with Dumbledore, he didn't seem all that sorry about his godfather dying. Broken out of his thoughts Harry heard his uncle bellowing for him, sighing wearily he resignedly went downstairs. Unfortunately this would be the final beating he'd receive.

He was thrown back into his room where he lay crumpled in a heap on the floor. Harry struggled to get onto his bed but could only collapse on the floor beaten and broken, this latest beating, the result of some imagined slight against his portly whale of a cousin. With pain radiating through his entire body, he tried futilely to control his magic enough to heal his body. Tears leaked out of his eyes, it was of no use the damage done to his body was too much. Harry stared at the ceiling of his room, so this is how it ends for The-Bloody -Boy-Who-Lived he thought bitterly. He was angry at his friends they said they couldn't write to him over the summer. Too dangerous they claimed, too busy with work for the Order. They left him out of everything and it hurt that they didn't confide in him anymore.

He coughed weakly choking on some blood, turning his head he let it trickle out the corner of his mouth. Lived, ha he thought more like he merely existed he hadn't been allowed a normal childhood, no, he was the bane of his Aunt's family, a complete madman, and the result of some damn prophecy. Stupid muggles, it's not like he had a choice in the matter, he thought bitterly, no that honor went to the damn old coot that persistently manipulated his life. Thinking back to the last day of school, he knew something happened, he just didn't know what and the more he thought about it the more it hurt to try and remember.

Flashback

"You can't mean to send me back to that house, to those...those Muggles!" Harry shouted furiously. They had been arguing about this for the last half hour.

"Now calm down now, my dear boy," said Headmaster Dumbledore. Albus's eyes twinkling, sighing to himself he had to get everything back under his control. "Harry, you know that to keep you safe, you have to go back to the Dursley's so you have the blood protection. We've talked about this before and I will not have you question me it's for your own good." He smiled serenely at the boy.

Harry glared at the Headmaster. "With all due respect, Headmaster, don't patronize me, I'm not a child you can talk down to." Harry replied icily. He had a bad feeling in his gut that something was off; he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He saw the smile fade from the Headmaster's face, his lips moving silently and then fading blackness.

End of Flashback

He couldn't recall what happened after that; upon waking up he was already 'home' at the Dursley's. It was this so called protection that was going to be the death of him. Harry laughed mockingly at the irony of it all. He lay in his bed as the last glimmers of faith he had once had in the ones he called friends and family died. He continued the struggle to breathe, but his lungs were slowly filling with blood. With clarity his last thought before giving in to the darkness I guess the prophecy was wrong, so much for saving the world, not that I had any choice..

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Slytherin Manor

Voldemort sank into his throne clutching his head in agony; he had just dismissed his Death Eaters when the pain had hit him. What the hell is that Potter brat up to? He thought. The tension built up in his head until there was an inaudible snap and then nothing.

"WHAT!" He cried out loud. "It can't be Potter's...dead" he whispered incredulously. Holding his still aching head he called for his familiar Nagini.

:You called for me Tom: She stared into his eyes questioningly.

:Go and fetch Severus, make sure he brings his potions bag with him: He hissed at her, pain filling out his voice. He sat on his throne unable to move, silently cursing Potter.

Nagini looked intently at her Master, reading his mood she hastily left for the potions lab in the manor. To her relief the Potions Master was in the lab, she slithered up to him catching his attention. Severus looked up from the cauldron he was stirring startled to see his Master's familiar in front of him.

:Severus: She hissed :Tom: While none of the Death Eaters could speak Parseltongue, they all knew what their own name sounded like as well as their Lord's. Nagini went over to his potions bag and curled around it knowing he'd understand.

He quickly composed himself all the while thoughts racing though his head. "Is he still in the throne room?" He asked. Nagini nodded her head. Severus picked up his bag, cast a quick stasis spell on the cauldron he was working on and left to go to his Master as swiftly as possible. As he entered the throne room he was shocked to see his Lord unconscious on the floor. This was not what he was expecting; he quickly composed himself and set to work to revive the Dark Lord, he'd figure out what happened later.

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AN: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This is my first attempt at writing so please let me know if anything needs improving. Thanks, until next time.