Harry Potter and the Path of Descending Darkness
Disclaimer: I own nothing of these characters and Etc etc. You know the story... carry on now, shall we?
Summary: What if Harry had not been believed to be innocent of Cedric's death? What if he decided that change was in order and no one would ever die again. Except for one person, Riddle. Dark Harry, and intense training. (No, he does not get sent to Azkaban)
Chapter One: Return from the Fitful Maze
"Fine," Harry said quietly.
"Fine..." He whispered. No one was willing to see through the obvious lies and see the truth of this horrible, horrible gossip filled rumor. The venomous looks he received from his 'friends' were enough to send him reeling in shock. He had done his share of pleading. He had done more then enough begging, and he wasn't going to try and go do anything else. He was sick of this twisted game that people were playing with him. First it was the entire Dark Lord thing in his second year, the accusation of his Godfather, which he might add, was completely innocent of his actions. And now, just after he comes out of the mind boggling maze with Diggory in his hands, people accuse him of something like this.
It was unreal how he was rejoiced as the savior of the wizarding world and then now, as the sole right hand of Tom Riddle. It's entirely amazing how one troubling event leads to another. He remembered the nights where he looked blankly at the ceiling, the only thing that could contempt his racing mind. Every night would expel him into an uncomfortable night of deaths and past sightings that he'd rather keep stored away. His concentration would shatter, however, by the fleeting images of his godfather.
How his heart ached to join him right now, any place would be better then this. He backed away and with his injuries, he rushed through the crowd, blindly pushing away the throngs of people and seeking shelter in his dormitory. Sadness panged in his heart as he saw the suspicious looks that he had gathered from the Headmaster and people that were watching him. He frantically searched for a face that did not reek of suspicion but did not see any.
How is it that everything happened to him? How was it was though he tried to live as an ordinary boy, the world would flip and tables would turn? Well, Harry wasn't going to play this twisted game anymore. Harry crept into his dormitory and set charms that would not allow anyone to disturb him. His thoughts were haunted by the red eyes of Tom Riddle and his eyes clouded in shame again. How had he let Cedric die right before his eyes?
He tightened his hands around the pillow on his lap. He squeezed his eyes shut and thrust the memory out of his mind. He would not fail anymore. Too many people were being blatantly sacrificed before him, because of him! Harry knew that time was short and in a matter of time, Tom Riddle would be stronger then ever and strike terror among the civilians. His eyes got a glassy appearance. He would shut out everyone from his world and he would never ever again be at the receiving end of the torture. He would push away any emotions and fully concentrate at the task before him.
Defeat Tom Riddle and his puppet minions.
He would do anything possible to train himself for the future war that clouded the cities of the Wizarding world. Harry would be cold. Harry would study relentlessly and he would find a way to defeat the bastard. No one could stop him and no one would manipulate him further. He realized now that the headmaster had not fully been lying, but had kept things away in the shadows for Harry alone to find out in the last possible minute, when things would be too late.
Harry Potter would be all powerful and he would not be trampled on. Harry Potter would be an important figure in life. Harry Potter would succeed and he will take revenge on the one man he despised with every fiber in his soul. He sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing his sore eyes. Would nothing ever be easy for him? He gently closed his eyes and the blood in his veins changed. He did not now, but he was changing this very moment. Harry was changing for the better, and yes, Harry would surely rock the wizarding rule, and show everyone the one that would and should be respected. Not to mention feared.
His face became a lifeless, cold mask. Only one thought echoed in his pained head.
The Dark Lord shall fall and I will not be stopped. Revenge is in place and no one will stop me! Nothing will be able to get to me, nothing...
Disclaimer: I own nothing of these characters and Etc etc. You know the story... carry on now, shall we?
Summary: What if Harry had not been believed to be innocent of Cedric's death? What if he decided that change was in order and no one would ever die again. Except for one person, Riddle. Dark Harry, and intense training. (No, he does not get sent to Azkaban)
Chapter One: Return from the Fitful Maze
"Fine," Harry said quietly.
"Fine..." He whispered. No one was willing to see through the obvious lies and see the truth of this horrible, horrible gossip filled rumor. The venomous looks he received from his 'friends' were enough to send him reeling in shock. He had done his share of pleading. He had done more then enough begging, and he wasn't going to try and go do anything else. He was sick of this twisted game that people were playing with him. First it was the entire Dark Lord thing in his second year, the accusation of his Godfather, which he might add, was completely innocent of his actions. And now, just after he comes out of the mind boggling maze with Diggory in his hands, people accuse him of something like this.
It was unreal how he was rejoiced as the savior of the wizarding world and then now, as the sole right hand of Tom Riddle. It's entirely amazing how one troubling event leads to another. He remembered the nights where he looked blankly at the ceiling, the only thing that could contempt his racing mind. Every night would expel him into an uncomfortable night of deaths and past sightings that he'd rather keep stored away. His concentration would shatter, however, by the fleeting images of his godfather.
How his heart ached to join him right now, any place would be better then this. He backed away and with his injuries, he rushed through the crowd, blindly pushing away the throngs of people and seeking shelter in his dormitory. Sadness panged in his heart as he saw the suspicious looks that he had gathered from the Headmaster and people that were watching him. He frantically searched for a face that did not reek of suspicion but did not see any.
How is it that everything happened to him? How was it was though he tried to live as an ordinary boy, the world would flip and tables would turn? Well, Harry wasn't going to play this twisted game anymore. Harry crept into his dormitory and set charms that would not allow anyone to disturb him. His thoughts were haunted by the red eyes of Tom Riddle and his eyes clouded in shame again. How had he let Cedric die right before his eyes?
He tightened his hands around the pillow on his lap. He squeezed his eyes shut and thrust the memory out of his mind. He would not fail anymore. Too many people were being blatantly sacrificed before him, because of him! Harry knew that time was short and in a matter of time, Tom Riddle would be stronger then ever and strike terror among the civilians. His eyes got a glassy appearance. He would shut out everyone from his world and he would never ever again be at the receiving end of the torture. He would push away any emotions and fully concentrate at the task before him.
Defeat Tom Riddle and his puppet minions.
He would do anything possible to train himself for the future war that clouded the cities of the Wizarding world. Harry would be cold. Harry would study relentlessly and he would find a way to defeat the bastard. No one could stop him and no one would manipulate him further. He realized now that the headmaster had not fully been lying, but had kept things away in the shadows for Harry alone to find out in the last possible minute, when things would be too late.
Harry Potter would be all powerful and he would not be trampled on. Harry Potter would be an important figure in life. Harry Potter would succeed and he will take revenge on the one man he despised with every fiber in his soul. He sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing his sore eyes. Would nothing ever be easy for him? He gently closed his eyes and the blood in his veins changed. He did not now, but he was changing this very moment. Harry was changing for the better, and yes, Harry would surely rock the wizarding rule, and show everyone the one that would and should be respected. Not to mention feared.
His face became a lifeless, cold mask. Only one thought echoed in his pained head.
The Dark Lord shall fall and I will not be stopped. Revenge is in place and no one will stop me! Nothing will be able to get to me, nothing...