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Notes: This is my first fanfic that I have posted on the internet. It will have a rather dark feel to it most of the time. If I gather any fangirls for Damon rest assured there will be some romance in the future of this fic. I would very much like it if you would read and reviewed.
No one noticed on that fateful day as falling stars showered the wizard community. No one knew what the Dark Lord did before killing the Potters and giving their son, the legendary Harry Potter is lightning bolt scar. It was such a secret that not even his Death Eaters knew, only two of his closest under cover followers. In fact, they had the very thing he needed in case he was to fail, in case the magic around Harry would render him in a state of near death.
The day before killing the Potters, the Dark Lord ventured to a quaint neighborhood near London where his two most loyal under cover Death Eaters lived like any normal pureblood wizard family. No one but the Dark Lord himself knew they were Death Eaters; they were part of a well thought out plan. The key part of this plan was a child, no older than Harry Potter at this time. This child was the son of his most trusted supporters; they conceived him just for that reason, to serve the Dark Lord.
In the early morning He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named apparated in the living room of the Mourn's dressed in a dark robe.
"Seth, Jade, it is time. Bring me the child." He said in a silky whisper.
"Yes my lord" Seth responded immediately and Jade went upstairs and brought their only son, Damon directly to the Dark Lord. They were prepared for this moment for a year but until now they did not know what was to be done to him.
"You will not disclose what I am about to do to anyone," the Dark Lord told them. "I am about to use your son as a vessel to house myself, a backup if you will, if I am to fail. As you know I have used many objects as Horcruxes to keep parts of my soul, but this time I am to make this child a living human Horcrux."
Seth and Jade looked unwary only for a split second then nodded in obedience. To their knowledge a human being has never been made into a Horcrux.
"You will raise him but not tell him this until he is ready, until he is admitted into the Hogwarts school and well integrated as a student there. I want my very own young operative who will destroy Dumbledore and his followers when the time is right." The Dark Lord said.
"But what of Severus?" Seth asked. Severus Snape was the supposed ex-Death Eater that Dumbledore trusted to be the Potions professor, and Seth assumed he would eventually execute a plan to get rid of Dumbledore.
"I cannot count on Snape as much as I can on your son. Snape is known ex-Death Eater, He may rise to many suspicions. Your son however, is not a confirmed Death Eater"
He then looked down at Damon and Damon's black eyes stared back.
"He will be the most powerful young wizard of his time with my soul apart of him" You-Know-Who whispered in a voice of what sounded like amazement. The Dark Lord raised his wand to the boy and as his parents stood back there was a flash of blinding light and a frightening scream of pain.
"Help… me." A wheezing voice said after a few moments. The Dark Lord was kneeling down in obvious pain. Seth and Jade helped their lord to his feet and apparated him to a safe location, leaving the boy alone until his parents returned.
The one-year-old Damon was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open. His only physical change was his eyes. There seemed to no longer be any visible pupils, they were now even darker than midnight. But what made them very unique and ominous were the tiny slits of bright, blood red encircling where his pupils were supposed to be.
From that day on there was something different and strange about Damon, almost like an invisible darkness that surrounded him so anyone who looked upon him felt as though a dementor was closing in on them.
It was now many years into the future, fifteen to be exact. Damon was now sixteen and has innocently attended Hogwarts for five years. His Death Eater parents have not told him his secret all this time. They were confused when The Dark Lord disappeared the day after he implanted a part of his soul into their son, but when he retuned two years ago he finally gave the order to tell Damon his purpose and what he was to do before his sixth year at Hogwarts.
Damon's father knocked on the door to his room and entered it.
"Damon, I must speak with you." Said his father.
"Yes sir?" answered Damon. He was never disrespectful to his parents. Not only were they deathly strict, but he thought it useless to rebel to those who gave him shelter.
"You… my son, have a secret." Seth said. Seth never really talked to Damon much, only when he needed to, and this time was no exception, he was going to tell him as quick as possible. At his father's statement Damon raised an eyebrow, he did not know what he was talking about.
"In fact, you are the secret. Let me explain. As you know, we are servants of the Dark Lord but this is a secret to everyone, even his own followers. You may have wondered why this is. The reason for this is because of you. Many years ago when you were aged one year the Dark Lord came to us. He gave you a great honor, he made you a living Horcrux"
Damon's jaw dropped slightly at this startling news. He knew what Horcruxes were but he was never aware that he was one, but somehow he knew it was true.
"You have a living part of the Dark Lord inside of you. You may have felt it before; a sort of connection feeling." Said Seth as Damon nodded.
"He has done this for a reason. You have a mission from the Dark Lord, another great honor. You are to go to Hogwarts and be The Dark Lords personal operative. And because there is a part of His soul inside you, you are the only one who can carry this out."
"And what am I to do?" asked Damon.
"You will receive instructions when you are there, as I do not know myself, only the Dark Lord knows what your mission is"
At this sudden news the thought of refusing did not cross Damon's mind. Being the son of the Dark Lord's followers he considered himself a Death Eater as well.
"I understand, father." Seth said in obedience.
"Good. Your sixth term starts in two days, you should prepare yourself." And as Damon's father walked out of his room Damon sat on his bed to reflect. It was all so sudden. To be living out a quite life for years and then in five minutes be thrusted into actual work as a death eater. A living part of the Dark Lord's soul inside him? Remarkable and yet frightening as that was, he felt empowered by that knowledge. And what would his mission be? How many people would he have to kill to fulfill it? Despite growing up revering, even worshiping, the Dark Lord, he felt uncertain if he could do it.
As Damon's dark eyes stared into nothingness he realized his life would never be the same, there would always be an evil motive, a dark reason for everything. His was a destiny for darkness.