Chapter One: Finding a Dark Side

Harry Potter couldn't sleep. He woke up and looked out the window. It was still dark outside. Harry Potter had turned sixteen years old with out even noticing. But he didn't care. He still continued to mourn the loss of his godfather; the one he thought would be there forever but got killed by his new worse enemy Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry had letters from his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, scattered on the floor. He hadn't bothered to open them. Hedwig had been in her cage for a long time and became fussy. She hadn't been on a hunt for a long time. Harry had been cooped up in his room for a long time; Aunt Petunia even started to worry. She would usually come in and give him plates of lunch, breakfast, and dinner. Harry was so depressed he forgot how hungry he was. He hadn't bothered to bathe either. i 'Harry you shouldn't mope around. You should be happy and just try to move on. That's what Sirius would've wanted right/i said Hermione's words of encouragement. Harry wouldn't have known what Sirius would've wanted because he was dead. There was a knock at the door. "Harry?" said a voice. Harry didn't know who this voice belonged to. "Harry?" it said again. Harry found out that it was his Uncle Vernon. Harry sat up. The door opened and he came in.

"Hello Harry," said Vernon.

"Hello," said a dark voice. Harry covered his mouth. It turned out that the dark voice was his own. Vernon look startled.

"Er… Anything wrong?" asked Vernon. "Anything you'd like to talk about?"

"No," said Harry's dark voice. "Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

"You act as if I want that mad man with the huge eye coming round here," muttered Uncle Vernon.

"His name is Mad-Eyed Moody and if you ever make fun of him or my friends I will curse you," said Harry darkly.

"What the hell is the matter with your voice boy?" asked Vernon, his voice starting to rise. "And don't you ever talk to me like that again!"

"I can talk to you however the hell I want!" said Harry trying to keep his temper down. Five thousand volts of anger struck through his body. He didn't know what was going on but he had to control himself before the ministry came after him.

"No you can't!" yelled Vernon. "I'm trying to be nice to you the best I can and here you are giving me a fucking attitude!"

"So?" screamed Harry. "You don't give a damn about how I feel! You never cared about me! You're just pretending so you won't get in trouble!"

"Oh?" said Vernon. "How do you feel?"

"How I feel?" laughed Harry evilly. "I feel like doing this!"

Harry swung his arm back and socked Vernon in the face and into the wall. Harry looked at his fist shocked at what he had done. He looked back at his Uncle Vernon. Vernon had trickles of blood running down the side of his mouth. He opened his eyes violently.

"Get out…" he whispered his voice starting to rise. "Get out of my house you filthy little bastard! Get out and never return again!"

Harry somehow waved his hands and all his stuff went into the trunk. He directed his hand towards Hedwig's cage and it flew into his hand. He grabbed his trunk and ran outside. It was extremely dark outside. But he didn't care. He found a liking for the dark. Harry reached inside his pocket for his wand. It was still there. He grasped Hedwig's cage, his wand, and his trunk tightly and started walking through the dark neighborhood.