A/N This came from a random plot bunnies I had, and had to do something with this.
I might or might not continue this story, depends on how many reviews I get. *Shrugs.*
Now on with the Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. Also cross posted on ao3.
Chapter one
'Harry,' the man whispered.
Harry looked up at his face. This was his decision, the one he had to make all along. One path or the other, the Light or the Dark, the good or the evil.
Except it wasn't that simple. Harry glanced at the Light wizards with true sorrow, remembering all the times he had spent with them; how enjoyable it had been. The regret vanished when his eyes landed on Dumbledore and his face twisted into a smirk and something ugly, which seemed to change his face, giving a near maniacal quality to his eyes.
The gathering masses shivered as they watched him. Harry took his decision, and took a step forward, straight into the embrace Voldemort, who had been the only one expecting this decision all along, the only one not surprised with the fact that he chose this path – Harry shivered as he looked up at Voldemort, for the second time, noticing the understanding in his crimson eyes, though it did nothing to hide his satisfied and pleased expression.
He looked round, slowly, curiously. He wanted to gauge the reaction of the Dark and Light alike, curious to see how Death Eaters and supporters would react.
They all seemed frozen in space, one or another kind of expression making its way through their impenetrable marks; some with sorrow; some with resignation; some with reluctance; and some (albeit very little) with triumph.
Harry looked straight ahead towards the Light, whose expression seemed to be a cross between anger and betrayal. Some even looked hopeful, as if this was some ploy of the Boy-Who-Lived to win the trust of the Dark.
Harry snorted derisively, and released himself from Voldemort's embrace.
'You know, Dumbledore, it was quite pathetic of you to use me as your pawn, when you were more than suitable to destroy Voldemort yourself,' Harry said, sneering, taking care to focus on every Order member except for Dumbledore. He didn't want to look him in the eye just yet.
He wanted them to be hurt as much, as he'd been hurt by them. He wanted to see the betrayal in their eyes; the same lost look he had sported when they had hurt him.
'But,' the maniacal glint was back in his eyes; Dumbledore knew, in that moment that this devil who had been silent within the silent Boy-Who-Lived had awakened, and he was not afraid to raze the world to ashes if he wanted to. 'You had to make it harder, didn't you, Dumbledore, because you and your merry band of sycophants that made me join the Dark side in the first place?'
Harry glared at him, intense hatred in his eyes. He raised his wand. 'Goodbye, Professor.'
'Avada Kedavra!'
You can see my ao3 post here : /works/7895845