OBESSED

It was a dark night. A cold night. One would even say a windy night. Yet on this night occupants of the houses on a certain street watched a stranger out walking in it. Private Drive had an image. They upheld it to perfection the people who lived on this street. All except one boy. They quickly deceived that was the reason this strange being was there. The answer was good as confirmed when he knocked on the door with the boy in it.

Number four Private Drive had four residents. One was a very unwelcome being. Yes, Harry thought to himself. Harry James Potter was not wanted here. He was after all a freak. In reality he was a wizard. A special wizard or so they thought. They never knew the truth. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"WHO THE BLOODY HELL COMES THIS LATE AT NIGHT. DECENT PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP." Harry heard his uncle yelling and started smirking. He knew who it was. He calmly messed up his room. Blood he's been collecting of his all over. He than dragged his trunk and prized possessions down the stairs. His Aunt, Uncle, and cousin were already there.

"Ah you're ready Harry." A cold voice said. Harry glared at his living relatives than his visitor.

"Very well." He said with a sigh. Three green lights later the two were leaving. Three very dead Dursley's on the floor.

"Grab a hold Harry." He did as told. Who would have thought. Certainly not Dumbledore. He manipulated those around him. Harry however was fighting back. He was joining his parents true side and leaving behind their murderer.

"Not regretting this are you Potter?"

"Of course not Malfoy. Night Tom." Yes, Harry joined Lord Voldermort's side. A co-dark lord if you will.

As order members arrived at the Dursley's Harry slept soundly for the first time in years. "Mad-eye" Moody and Dumbledore discovered Harry's bedroom and in blood was written words.

YOU ARE OBSEESED WITH THIS WAR

EVERYONE IS A SACRIFACE EXCEPT YOURSELF

YOU WANT A KID TO END A WAR

THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH FIGHTIING

NOW IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO KNOW.

OBESSION IS MERLY A MATTER OF PERCEPTION

I KNOW BOTH SIDES OF THIS RIDDLE

GOOD-BYE DUMBLEDORE

HARRY

Harry's friends soon followed him and the truth about the war came out.

Sleep tight tonight

All the monsters

Have gone away

More will rise

But for tonight

Sleep tight, sleep tight.