Ok first, SO FAR, none of the characters are mine. Second, I normally don't do fan fiction, this being my first, so the characters might end up really screwed up. I'll try to keep them in character no matter how much I love dark Harry joining the dark lord or other such things. Also, I tell you now there are only two reasons I'm writing this. First being that it's the end of summer, god I can hear the screaming already, and I need a new project to do during boring classes and second I figured this would be a good way to bring my writing back up as I haven't done much over the summer and it probably sucks right now. So having said that, I don't care about reviews and it will only be updated when I feel the chapters are ok.

Btw, While I hated that Sirius died I felt that I would mess it up if I didn't use that book because I might use stuff from there. If he wasn't dead it would be odd if they knew things from that book.

All right so lets get this started then.

He had promised that he would tell him the important things so that last years events would never play out again. Yet here he was, surrounded by death eaters and completely unarmed. Dumbledore had lied to him yet again.

A boy of about 16 stood in the center of a ring made of people in black cloaks. White masks hid their faces and each of them had a long piece of wood directed on the boy. The boy himself had on a pair of pants that were a little too big and so hung loosely on his slim hip. His shirt was too large as well, the end hanging to about mid thigh, and had a few tares in it. Messy black hair fell to his forehead to half cover a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. His wand was only a little ways away, where it had been discarded when in was snapped in half, and now was little more then a stick. The boy looked calm and collect but inside he was screaming.

How could he have been so stupid as to first go to find the dark lord and then let his wand be destroyed? Voldemort had sent the bait and he, being the Gryffindor as always, had taken it, bait line and sinker. He would have kicked himself had he not been busy trying to figure out how he was going to get out of this one.

The vision, like the one just last year, had been so real. Voldemort was still a bastard and Harry was still easily manipulated. He couldn't help but think it was all that old fool, Dumbledore's fault. Somewhere deep down he knew that it wasn't true but at the moment he just needed someone to blame.

The death eaters were itching to throw more curses at him. He could tell they were barely keeping themselves from saying the fatal words that would end his life in only seconds. They were anxious to get revenge on the child who had so many times ruined their plans and sent many of them to Azkaban. Impatient one of the death eaters muttered a curse under his breath.

Harry could feel the scorching pain through his body the moment the word left the death eaters lips. He could tell the Cruciatus Curse from all of his dreams last year. The pain seared through every inch of his body. It seemed like years before the curse was lifted. He noticed that, while he wasn't aware of it, at some point he had fell to his knees. His gaze remained on the ground while he tried to gather himself together. A pained yelling brought his mind back to where he was, thankful that the others hadn't started throwing curses while he wasn't paying attention. He looked up to see his torturer screaming and withering in the pain he had felt just seconds before. While he saw it, he didn't really register what had happened until the curse was lifted and even then it took the cruel voice he dreaded to hear for him to understand.

"Ignore my orders again and it will be much worse" The voice sent chills down Harry's spine. When that monster spoke his threat seemed to carry to everyone around him. Harry was relieved to see he wasn't the only one affected by the dark lords words.

The cruel creature turned to him and Harry found himself longing for his wand. Even though it was broken it was better then nothing. For a moment he had the crazy thought of using it to poke out Voldemort's eye. His eyes rested on the snapped piece of wood only a few feet away. To far, Voldemort would never let him get to it even if it was broken and now seemingly useless to it's soon to be former owner. He barely noticed that the dark lord was going on with a speech about how the 'mighty' Potter has fallen.

He would not sit here and wait for death; Harry thought steeling himself for the onslaught he knew would come. Reaching out to his wand he wondered why he didn't do it in a fast moment; startle the enemy. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered why he hadn't been hit with thousands of curses yet. When his hand wrapped around the wood that used to be his wand he felt a kind of warmth, a comforting feeling, but he could tell that the magic was gone.

The taunting voice of the dark lord was merely fueling his depression "You have lost Potter, give in to the inevitable and it will all be over"

Without his knowledge his legs lifted him to stand in front of Voldemort. He was only human, how could they expect him to defeat this monster and all his minions? Hell he was still a child, though he hated to admit it. Another thing he wouldn't admit, he never thought he would actually live to see his sixteenth birthday, though by the looks of it he wouldn't live till midnight. "No" The word came from his mouth but he wasn't sure who had said it. It came unbidden and snuck past his lips when he wasn't watching but somehow that summed up everything. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to die now, and he wouldn't give up. It was stupid but he refused to give his life away, it was the only thing that was really his and no one would take it.

He didn't know where it came from, all he knew was he had thrown himself at Voldemort, fists swinging. It he couldn't use magic might as well go down fighting the muggle way. He didn't stop trying to beat the dark lord to death even when two rather large death eaters pulled him away. They kept him held firmly between them. Voldemort raised his wand, level with the black haired teen's face, an evil smirk plastered on his skull like face.

"Avada Kedavra"

I have no idea where this is going so don't ask me... I didn't even know I would have Harry with the death eaters when I started so there :-P Again I don't know when I'll update this thing cause I don't really think anyone will end up reading it anyway. It might turn out a little fragmented or random but that's all right.