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Summary: Harry is dark now, too much has been done to him in the past, too much betrayal. He discovers the truth of his lineage and finds love along the way. SLASH! HP/DM Don't like don't read.

Darkness Will Creep...

Chapter 1-

"Tell me Vadim, have you sent him the dream?" Acerbus asked her fiancé.

"Of course Acerbus, do you doubt me?" Vadim chuckled.

"Yes." Acerbus answered shortly moving to sit atop her throne. She was proud of her betrothed no matter what she said...he was younger than she and had just been turned by her into a vampire so he could fit in with her civilization. He was, infact, doing quite well for a fledgling. Now all they could do was wait and pray to the Goddess that the wizarding world's chosen savior would accept his destiny.

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Harry was fast asleep, but to him in his dream world he was awake...and confused. It was the final battle…….. or it was supposed to be, he was facing off against Voldemort at Hogwarts and the ground was littered with the corpses of his friends and teachers.

"So young Harry have you reconsidered my offer of joining me?, I can no longer honestly offer you your parents back but I can offer you something I know you long for." Voldemort said lowering his wand.

"And what is that, Tom?" Harry asked glaring, secretly he was really curious. Over the years he had become very skilled in masking his true emotions and thoughts, and over those years he also had slowly been turning darker as he uncovered more and more of Dumbledore's manipulations.

"Freedom, Harry. Freedom." Voldemort replied.

"What do you mean 'Freedom'? I am free." Harry questioned. He knew he was lying through his teeth, he was not free, by far he was not free. Dumbledore had him imprisoned in a web of lies, manipulation, and fake prophecies. Yes Harry knew that prophecy was fake. Nothing just added up about it correctly.

"Harry, You and I both know that is an outright lie. I will not have you compromising your self for Dumbledore and those other little pawns he controls, just so that after you kill me they can throw you into Azkaban because they are done using you!" Voldemort exclaimed. Harry knew he was totally correct but he couldn't swallow his pride enough to tell him so. Harry wanted out, out of Dumbledore's grasp and out of being used as the scapegoat for anything that went wrong in the wizarding world.

"Why are here, Tom? Either kill me or let me kill you." Harry said. Even as he said it he felt himself become darker and colder because he was giving up what he wanted once again so as to not disappoint the Order.

"Harry, no. Don't let them own you. If you join me you will not be a death eater you will be my equal and together we shall rule this world and make Albus woe the day he left you on the Dursley's stoop." Voldemort Answered.

Harry woke up here only to discover he had transported himself to the place where his dream was taking place...it was a dream but it wasn't...he had read about these...it was a part of a spell if the person casting the spell could see into the near future they could put it into dream form and send it to the person that the 'dream' pertained to...'So this is real...it wasn't just a dream...well then might as well be my real self for once.' Harry thought and let his mask break for the first time in a long time he let himself be himself.

"How can I join you, Tom? I'm stuck here. He has everyone watching me constantly. There's no way out but death. Suicide will be my sweet release." Harry said, Pulling a dagger out of a sheath at his hip and pulling it across his neck with a sigh and a smile. As he watched Harry fall to the ground in a growing puddle of his own blood Voldemort dropped his wand and ran to his side collapsing on his knees.

"NO! Harry! Come on don't do this! Don't let them win!" Harry just smiled up at him and closed his eyes. "Harry! Harry! HARRY POTTER!! HARRY! son...please don't leave me again son, I couldn't bare it again." Voldemort said.

"S...on?" Harry managed to choke out.

"Yes, Son. Dumbledore took you from me when you were born and cast memory charms and glamour charms on you, your mother, and I to make it seem like you were Lily and James' son instead of ex-wife and mine." Voldemort spoke while healing Harry's self-inflicted wounds. Once he was healed and well as he could be he gathered him in his arms grabbed his wand and sent up a "Morsmorde!", called his death eaters and apparated away with his son in his arms. No one noticed a certain blond slytherin sitting just within the forest healing himself and listening to their conversation. " So, Potter is my Lord's son...This shall be interesting." He thought to himself before apparting to join the other death eaters at their hideout.