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Descent
Prologue
Harry decided that after a few years of war he might be slightly mad. Not quite Bellatrix or Voldemort mad… but somewhere along the spectrum of madness Harry certainly had earned his place.
Perhaps it was having Voldemort constantly chasing him, constantly in his mind that pushed him over the edge.
Though it was more likely to have been Bellatrix having killed Sirius, that had unhinged Harry a lot, the stabilising bond of having one adult loving him unconditionally, someone he could call his very own. Not a borrowed Mum from Ron or a borrowed brother.
Sirius was all his. Only his.
His Godfather.
Then she took him away.
And she took Sirius's place in his thoughts, but in a dark way, murderous and sordid. He wanted her dead. He wanted her to feel the pain he felt.
He wanted to hurt her.
All the time.
It was a burning thought, always there squatting on his brain. It spurred his studies into darker territory, making him more ruthless and determined.
More willing to cut, to stab…to kill.
More willing to enjoy it.
More willing to laugh when he was fighting, teeth smeared with blood, with a broken nose and bruised knuckles, Malfoy on the floor looking up at him in fear.
Harry decided he liked that. He liked that an awful a lot.
It felt good to not be a victim for once, to be in control….to be cruel.
Maybe the man could sense the depravity in his mind, but the next time Harry duelled Voldemort he noticed he wasn't trying particularly hard.
It was the smirk, secretive and devilish. He looked beyond pleased at the fact that Harry used dark spells when fighting, that he would cut open a man's stomach without batting an eyelid.
For every kill Harry committed, the curses Voldemort sent to him were spoken clearly with pronounced wand movements, something Voldemort didn't need to do. For every kill Voldemort taught him a new spell.
…And their bond became stronger.
In an odd way it was a form of teaching him – not so Harry could defeat him, as if anyone wanted to live it was Voldemort, but he seemed to find some amusement in goading Harry.
And that's how it started.
A/N- I don't know why I've started another one, I really don't. However, I am putting this out just to test the waters. If people want it, I'll continue, it'll be a bit like a drabble fic I think, with specific Harry/Voldemort moments.
All intense and stuff without any other things diluting it, like the plot and stuff – just interaction between the two.
If this takes off, it will be steadily getting darker Harry and of course Voldemort.
Possible slash – as I said, I'll see if people are interested and if Harry and Voldemort are too ;)
So, let me know in a review what you think and whether you want more.