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Summery:
Rated R for later chapters. Dark Harry is losing control, and starting to show his Slytherin side. His powers have become dangerous. Yet no one notices...no one sees…except Snape. Will he pull Harry out of the darkness or teach him to embrace it? My first fic so be gentle. Reviews! Reviews! Reviews! My kingdom for some reviews.
Darker Shades of Grey
Harry looked out the window with a sort of grim indifference. He thought back on the past few months and felt blind hatred boil within him…someday…he was going to make this all right. He silently promised;
"Someday Sirius I swear I'm going to make this alright. I know your blood is on my hands, but when the time comes I swear His will be to."
Voldemort… that name…would he never escape it? They say that ignorance is bliss and it is, because even in his private hell at the Dursley's, he felt better then he did at this moment.
Harry's POV
I don't know how much longer I can do this. I can't be what they want me to be. I am not some fucking hero! I feel the numbness start again and I know what is coming…Tom is angry again. I can feel it that… rage… at times it is almost comforting. The pain…the anger, it is becoming a part of me. At times I can't tell where he ends and I begin. As the white hot pain washes over I think of every book I have read this summer so far, everything that I have learned, I think of anything but the pain. For if I start to think about it I lose control, and I will NOT lose control, for that is all I have. Pain is an addictive thing.
I feel that calm come over me; I know it well, it is the calm before the storm. Some times I scare even myself, I look in the mirror and I don't even recognize who I see. I've become…different…I calculate.
I hear footsteps and I know Uncle Vernon is going to come in for his nightly visit. It's like I'm not even there, I feel the pain of Voldemort's possession coupled with the pain of uncle Vernon's beating. Freak! He says because he can't make me scream. I hear Voldemort's taunting laugh in my mind and I hold tightly to the knowledge that one day this will all be over for "neither can live while the other survives".
The first hews of morning were enough to wake Harry. He slowly rose from bed, his body shaking under the strain. Last nights beating joined with Tom's fun had drained him. But still he got up, pulled some of Dudley's oversized old clothes on and went about his morning chores. If you were to look at his face you would not see anything wrong with him. Aside for stray bruises and split lip his face remained impassive and did not show his fatigue and pain. He was good at hiding what he felt.
The days passed just like this one. Harry no longer counted down the days till school, for now it did not matter where he was; he could never truly escape his demons. On his birthday when he got a letter from Dumbledore, he vaguely thought that at one time he would have been thrilled, however he could not muster up even a flicker of excitement. He opened the letter with the same indifference that he did everything else. He read;
Dear Harry,
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and health and I hope your birthday was a pleasant one. However I am afraid that you will be taken out of your Aunt and Uncles early this year. Although I am afraid I can not come fetch you myself I will send another teacher to take my place. Again I hope you had a pleasant birthday.
Albus Dumbledore
Head master of Hogwarts
Order of Merlin first class
The letter, Harry noticed, was brief and concise. He silently cast a spell to see if the letter was truly from the Headmaster. Through out this summer he had learned many things, and one night when he had been too bruised and beaten to even get up, he had cast a healing charm on himself without his wand. He had found that wandless magic could be a useful thing and he knew instinctively that the ministry could not detect it. Looking back down at the letter he knew it was vague on purpose. Dumbledore still did not trust the bond he had with Voldemort.
So he was to go back early? This was interesting, he calmly wondered why he was going back to school, but could not really bring himself to actually worry. Who would Dumbledore send?
Two days past and no one came, and life for Harry went on a usual …beatings …Tom. He wondered if he was to be picked up at all. He did not bother to tell his Uncle about the impending "guest". Not even sure if he/or she was coming.
All his thoughts came to cease when Voldemort once again entered his mind, sucking him into his world. At times it was as if he was in Tom's pensive. The vision that hit him made him want to vomit. Death Eaters surrounded what looked like a muggle family. A man, his wife and their small child. Tom motioned for a cloaked man to come forward. The man removed his mask and if he could Harry would have smirked. Professor Snape… Harry looked on as the next events unfolded.
"Sssssseverussss" Tom hissed in warning. "Come now prove your ssssself"
Harry felt Tom's menacing glee as he ordered Snape to kill the child. Snape muttered the killing curse his face closed.
No one alive knew if the killing curse hurt. But Harry knew, because he felt it almost every night. It felt like you were being burned alive. All at once he snapped out of the mind of Tom, it was as if he woke from a bad dream. His body felt as if it were on fire. Then as if on cue the door bell rang.
"Get the bloody door, boy!" yelled Uncle Vernon from the kitchen.
Harry moved quickly to the front door and opened it. Harry felt a small jolt of surprise.
"Professor Snape, what a disappointing surprise."
Buwahahahaha how is that for a cliffy? Sorry this took so long to update, been really busy. Will be faster and longer in future…
Much thanx to Suzuki-chan and Krimzon