SLYTHERIN'S PROPHECY
LADY SHINIGAMI
DISCLAIMER: I OWN THE PLOT. NOTHING MORE. DAMN.
PART 3: THE TRUTH: A DARK JOURNEY AHEAD
//Who the hell are you? Get out of my head! // Said Harry with his new found mind-voice, and Voldemort him flinched slightly.
//Calm down. It's me, the one who healed you. I don't know what this means, but I do have a good idea. I know that I am the Serpent Lord, therefore you are my mate. Let's figure this out together; everything will be as it should be in the end. // Said Voldemort and Harry calmed down.
//Who are you? If I'm destined to be with you until I die, I should know who you are. //
//You won't like who I am. I will show you my face on one condition: give me a chance and I will prove that I can change my strategies and my ways. Do you agree? // Harry looked at him, still trying to see Voldemort's hidden face.
//I've trusted you this far. I have the feeling I know exactly who you are, but I'm willing to keep an open mind. Show me your face. //
Voldemort stepped back from the bed and lit some candles on a nearby table. The soft light flickered across Voldemort's face and shock flashed across Harry's face, before acceptance claimed his features.
"I guessed as much. Only you would have picked up on my pain at my previous home, so I figured you might have had something to do with my rescue. Does Dumbledore know my sudden disappearance?" Harry asked and Voldemort shrugged.
"I don't know. Severus hasn't returned from the castle, and that could be a while. You never know with Dumbledore." Said Voldemort, and Harry nodded in agreement.
"That's true. Dumbledore never tells everything he knows, and only then in riddles. Ok, it's been determined that you don't want to kill me, we are the key parts in half of a prophecy, Dumbledore's a fool, Snape is really loyal to you, and that we are Ancients. What next?" Asked Harry and Voldemort chuckled softly.
"That's obvious. You can see through the illusion that Dumbledore has spread across the world, therefore he will consider you a threat, which he probably already has, and the only option is for you to go Dark. You are strong, and won't be corrupted by the Power of the Dark Arts. Dumbledore will set everyone you love against you; you won't have anywhere to turn to. Going Dark is the only option if you want to survive." Said Voldemort and Harry considered his every option, few as they were. He realized that the Dark Lord was right, and he was interested in the Dark Arts, having spent five years fighting it. After a few minutes, he looked at Voldemort and nodded, a smirk creeping onto his face.
"Agreed. Teach me what you know." Said Harry and Voldemort was just about to reply when the fireplace lit up with an emerald green fire, signaling Floo travel. Severus came out of the fire and looked at both Harry and Voldemort. He had two small bags with him and he was wearing nondescript black robes, looking like he left in a hurry.
"My Lord, I have left the school permanently. My loyalties lie with you, and I am forever at your service. Would you like my final report now, or later?" asked Severus and Harry figured that the Potions Master's report had something to do with him. Voldemort glanced at Harry before answering Severus.
"Now is good. What does Dumbledore think of Slytherin's Prophecy?" asked Voldemort and Harry perked up slightly.
"He knows that Potter is the Chosen One and he has ordered me to kill him at any cost, even my own life. We both know that he has more spies within the Deatheaters, therefore my life has little meaning. If he finds out that Potter is still alive, the boy will be hunted down. It is likely that Dumbledore will convince Black and the others who care for him that Potter has turned Dark and will be a greater threat than you ever were. What do you plan to do?" Severus finished his report and Harry scowled, angry.
//What am I? A tool to be thrown away when my work is done? // he asked bitterly, and Voldemort looked at him, a small smirk hinting its way onto his face.
//That's exactly what you are to Dumbledore. A tool. With me, you know that I will never do that to you. You are the Chosen One, if anything, you are superior to me. I am just your support, your guide in a way. Severus will need to know of your new position. Until you are ready to overthrow Dumbledore, you will be equal to me and you shall command my Deatheaters with the authority that I have. // said Voldemort and Harry nodded. Severus looked between the two, puzzled, before the only solution made itself known to him. The Dark Lord and Harry Potter had bonded with each other just as the Prophecy dictated. Severus knew that such actions would have a great impact on the wizarding world.
"The two of you have bonded?" he asked and Voldemort and Harry nodded in unison. Severus relaxed slightly, relieved that Harry would be safe with Voldemort. The boy still had a great many, destined things to do before he died, and Severus swore to see it through.
"Harry has agree to learn everything I have to offer, Severus. I trust that you can gather the necessary items from Knockturn Alley and Gringotts? The new Dark Lord will not be without his fortune, after all. I believe that the next Deatheater meeting will be his grand entrance, so to speak. There is not a lot of time." Said Voldemort and Harry nodded his agreement.
"That's perfectly reasonable, but I do have one request," said Harry and both Voldemort and Severus raised an eyebrow- in unison. Harry shuddered. "Ok, I'll pretend that wasn't creepy...anyway, I want my own name. My entire history consists of 'Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, Destined to Fight Evil', I don't want that. I want a name wizards will fear, but magical creatures will revere. I already have support in anything I do from the Centaurs and the Werewolves. The Griffins will do anything I ask, and they're a little pissed off at the Ministry. A bonus for us." Said Harry and Voldemort smiled, very pleased.
"We are in luck. Light and Dark creatures in agreement, and supportive of the former Golden Boy. How, may I ask, did you get the support of the Griffins?" asked Voldemort and Harry smirked.
"Hagrid's class last year. He brought in a baby Griffin for us to study when a rabid vampire came out of the Forest. I saved the Griffin just as it's parents came from the other side of the lake in an effort to protect their offspring. It just so happens that this pair of Griffins were the Alpha pair of their pack, meaning that I have the honor of being considered a member of their pack. They will do as I ask." Said Harry and Severus nodded.
"I remember that day. To be able to speak with the Griffins, one must be a Beast-Speaker. Are you a Beast-Speaker, Potter?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, I am. Now, what of my new name?"
"We'll discuss this later," said Voldemort. "For now, you need to rest. I won't be easy on you, and your training starts tonight. Severus, I need you to go to Diagon Alley for Potter's money, and Knockturn Alley for everything else I might need." Voldemort looked at Harry and smiled softly, almost sinister.
"Get some rest while you can, because I will work you mercilessly, I promise you that." Harry resisted the urge to shudder and grinned wickedly.
"That won't be a problem."
Voldemort and Severus left the room and the Dark Lord led his faithful servant into his private library. Voldemort wandered the long aisles of old and ancient tomes, Severus following silently.
"Do you realize fully what this could mean with Harry Potter as the new dark Lord, ruling by my side? The two of us will be unstoppable, to say the least, and I find it amusing that he is so willing to leave his old life behind." Said Voldemort, scanning the titles of many books and pulling the odd text down from the shelf.
"It is a stroke of luck, although I will become a target for the Order." Said Severus, but he dismissed it. "Do you think that Potter will actually go Dark? It seems unlikely, even to me. How do you plan on training him?"
Voldemort shrugged. "It doesn't really matter if Harry does go Dark or not, because I know that it is his nature to fight for his survival, at the very least. He does not like fame or glory in the way the wizarding world has given him, but I know that he will enjoy this lifestyle with me. It's odd; I'm finding that I am feeling things for the boy, although I'm not sure if its because of the bond or not. We are of one soul, trapped in two separate bodies, and the feeling of knowing your Soul Mate is strange. Severus, I have another task for you after you're done in Knockturn Alley. I want you to try and find the other half of Slytherin's Prophecy."
"As you wish, My Lord. I will set out as soon as I return from Knockturn Alley. Do you require any potions beforehand?" asked Severus, and Voldemort nodded.
"Yes. The usual painkillers, sleep potions, healing draughts." Said Voldemort and Severus nodded, turning to leave.
The Potions master was at the door when he heard something said in a soft spoken voice he barely heard it. He was shocked, but he quickly concealed his surprise, bowed and left the library.
"Thank you for saving my mate, and for being truly loyal to me." Was what the Potions Master had heard from the Dark Lord.
Inside Voldemort's private chambers, Harry continued to think of the evening's events. Although he was still rather surprised about the prophecy, he accepted the facts and he found that he was completely willing to learn the Dark Arts under Voldemort's tutelage. The only thing that Harry regretted about being the Chosen One was the fact that Sirius would never forgive him for going dark, but if Dumbledore planned to kill him, then Harry had no qualms of dismissing his old life. Not that it was much of a life, anyway.
Harry got out of the bed he was in and slowly checked out his surroundings, getting a feel of the place. A small bookcase covered one wall, and Harry could tell the large volumes were those containing dark Arts information; a large wardrobe was against another wall, right beside a door, presumably leading to a bath room. A large window was situated beside the large bed, underneath which was a very expensive looking antique desk.
Looking at the window, Harry realized, with a shock, that Hedwig was no longer alive. A stab of sorrow was felt in his heart and hardened. Harry knew that he would take his revenge on the Dursleys for destroying his life, even if it was the last thing he'd do in his long life.
"I will not accept the pain they have put me through with kindness. I will give my tormentors exactly what they gave me, ten fold. I am done with being the Hero, the Savior. I am the new Dark Lord, the Chosen one of Slytherin's Heirs. This world has not even begun to know fear. I will make certain that they do when I am done with them." Said Harry quietly, fury blinding his normally good judgment. Every Gryffindor trait within him began to wither and die under his fury, and Harry felt refreshed. It was good to think only of himself, to think how everyone would suffer because they had let him suffer.
It was then that Harry Potter truly turned Dark. Not even Merlin could have saved the wizarding world from this new threat.
LADY SHINIGAMI
DISCLAIMER: I OWN THE PLOT. NOTHING MORE. DAMN.
PART 3: THE TRUTH: A DARK JOURNEY AHEAD
//Who the hell are you? Get out of my head! // Said Harry with his new found mind-voice, and Voldemort him flinched slightly.
//Calm down. It's me, the one who healed you. I don't know what this means, but I do have a good idea. I know that I am the Serpent Lord, therefore you are my mate. Let's figure this out together; everything will be as it should be in the end. // Said Voldemort and Harry calmed down.
//Who are you? If I'm destined to be with you until I die, I should know who you are. //
//You won't like who I am. I will show you my face on one condition: give me a chance and I will prove that I can change my strategies and my ways. Do you agree? // Harry looked at him, still trying to see Voldemort's hidden face.
//I've trusted you this far. I have the feeling I know exactly who you are, but I'm willing to keep an open mind. Show me your face. //
Voldemort stepped back from the bed and lit some candles on a nearby table. The soft light flickered across Voldemort's face and shock flashed across Harry's face, before acceptance claimed his features.
"I guessed as much. Only you would have picked up on my pain at my previous home, so I figured you might have had something to do with my rescue. Does Dumbledore know my sudden disappearance?" Harry asked and Voldemort shrugged.
"I don't know. Severus hasn't returned from the castle, and that could be a while. You never know with Dumbledore." Said Voldemort, and Harry nodded in agreement.
"That's true. Dumbledore never tells everything he knows, and only then in riddles. Ok, it's been determined that you don't want to kill me, we are the key parts in half of a prophecy, Dumbledore's a fool, Snape is really loyal to you, and that we are Ancients. What next?" Asked Harry and Voldemort chuckled softly.
"That's obvious. You can see through the illusion that Dumbledore has spread across the world, therefore he will consider you a threat, which he probably already has, and the only option is for you to go Dark. You are strong, and won't be corrupted by the Power of the Dark Arts. Dumbledore will set everyone you love against you; you won't have anywhere to turn to. Going Dark is the only option if you want to survive." Said Voldemort and Harry considered his every option, few as they were. He realized that the Dark Lord was right, and he was interested in the Dark Arts, having spent five years fighting it. After a few minutes, he looked at Voldemort and nodded, a smirk creeping onto his face.
"Agreed. Teach me what you know." Said Harry and Voldemort was just about to reply when the fireplace lit up with an emerald green fire, signaling Floo travel. Severus came out of the fire and looked at both Harry and Voldemort. He had two small bags with him and he was wearing nondescript black robes, looking like he left in a hurry.
"My Lord, I have left the school permanently. My loyalties lie with you, and I am forever at your service. Would you like my final report now, or later?" asked Severus and Harry figured that the Potions Master's report had something to do with him. Voldemort glanced at Harry before answering Severus.
"Now is good. What does Dumbledore think of Slytherin's Prophecy?" asked Voldemort and Harry perked up slightly.
"He knows that Potter is the Chosen One and he has ordered me to kill him at any cost, even my own life. We both know that he has more spies within the Deatheaters, therefore my life has little meaning. If he finds out that Potter is still alive, the boy will be hunted down. It is likely that Dumbledore will convince Black and the others who care for him that Potter has turned Dark and will be a greater threat than you ever were. What do you plan to do?" Severus finished his report and Harry scowled, angry.
//What am I? A tool to be thrown away when my work is done? // he asked bitterly, and Voldemort looked at him, a small smirk hinting its way onto his face.
//That's exactly what you are to Dumbledore. A tool. With me, you know that I will never do that to you. You are the Chosen One, if anything, you are superior to me. I am just your support, your guide in a way. Severus will need to know of your new position. Until you are ready to overthrow Dumbledore, you will be equal to me and you shall command my Deatheaters with the authority that I have. // said Voldemort and Harry nodded. Severus looked between the two, puzzled, before the only solution made itself known to him. The Dark Lord and Harry Potter had bonded with each other just as the Prophecy dictated. Severus knew that such actions would have a great impact on the wizarding world.
"The two of you have bonded?" he asked and Voldemort and Harry nodded in unison. Severus relaxed slightly, relieved that Harry would be safe with Voldemort. The boy still had a great many, destined things to do before he died, and Severus swore to see it through.
"Harry has agree to learn everything I have to offer, Severus. I trust that you can gather the necessary items from Knockturn Alley and Gringotts? The new Dark Lord will not be without his fortune, after all. I believe that the next Deatheater meeting will be his grand entrance, so to speak. There is not a lot of time." Said Voldemort and Harry nodded his agreement.
"That's perfectly reasonable, but I do have one request," said Harry and both Voldemort and Severus raised an eyebrow- in unison. Harry shuddered. "Ok, I'll pretend that wasn't creepy...anyway, I want my own name. My entire history consists of 'Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, Destined to Fight Evil', I don't want that. I want a name wizards will fear, but magical creatures will revere. I already have support in anything I do from the Centaurs and the Werewolves. The Griffins will do anything I ask, and they're a little pissed off at the Ministry. A bonus for us." Said Harry and Voldemort smiled, very pleased.
"We are in luck. Light and Dark creatures in agreement, and supportive of the former Golden Boy. How, may I ask, did you get the support of the Griffins?" asked Voldemort and Harry smirked.
"Hagrid's class last year. He brought in a baby Griffin for us to study when a rabid vampire came out of the Forest. I saved the Griffin just as it's parents came from the other side of the lake in an effort to protect their offspring. It just so happens that this pair of Griffins were the Alpha pair of their pack, meaning that I have the honor of being considered a member of their pack. They will do as I ask." Said Harry and Severus nodded.
"I remember that day. To be able to speak with the Griffins, one must be a Beast-Speaker. Are you a Beast-Speaker, Potter?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, I am. Now, what of my new name?"
"We'll discuss this later," said Voldemort. "For now, you need to rest. I won't be easy on you, and your training starts tonight. Severus, I need you to go to Diagon Alley for Potter's money, and Knockturn Alley for everything else I might need." Voldemort looked at Harry and smiled softly, almost sinister.
"Get some rest while you can, because I will work you mercilessly, I promise you that." Harry resisted the urge to shudder and grinned wickedly.
"That won't be a problem."
Voldemort and Severus left the room and the Dark Lord led his faithful servant into his private library. Voldemort wandered the long aisles of old and ancient tomes, Severus following silently.
"Do you realize fully what this could mean with Harry Potter as the new dark Lord, ruling by my side? The two of us will be unstoppable, to say the least, and I find it amusing that he is so willing to leave his old life behind." Said Voldemort, scanning the titles of many books and pulling the odd text down from the shelf.
"It is a stroke of luck, although I will become a target for the Order." Said Severus, but he dismissed it. "Do you think that Potter will actually go Dark? It seems unlikely, even to me. How do you plan on training him?"
Voldemort shrugged. "It doesn't really matter if Harry does go Dark or not, because I know that it is his nature to fight for his survival, at the very least. He does not like fame or glory in the way the wizarding world has given him, but I know that he will enjoy this lifestyle with me. It's odd; I'm finding that I am feeling things for the boy, although I'm not sure if its because of the bond or not. We are of one soul, trapped in two separate bodies, and the feeling of knowing your Soul Mate is strange. Severus, I have another task for you after you're done in Knockturn Alley. I want you to try and find the other half of Slytherin's Prophecy."
"As you wish, My Lord. I will set out as soon as I return from Knockturn Alley. Do you require any potions beforehand?" asked Severus, and Voldemort nodded.
"Yes. The usual painkillers, sleep potions, healing draughts." Said Voldemort and Severus nodded, turning to leave.
The Potions master was at the door when he heard something said in a soft spoken voice he barely heard it. He was shocked, but he quickly concealed his surprise, bowed and left the library.
"Thank you for saving my mate, and for being truly loyal to me." Was what the Potions Master had heard from the Dark Lord.
Inside Voldemort's private chambers, Harry continued to think of the evening's events. Although he was still rather surprised about the prophecy, he accepted the facts and he found that he was completely willing to learn the Dark Arts under Voldemort's tutelage. The only thing that Harry regretted about being the Chosen One was the fact that Sirius would never forgive him for going dark, but if Dumbledore planned to kill him, then Harry had no qualms of dismissing his old life. Not that it was much of a life, anyway.
Harry got out of the bed he was in and slowly checked out his surroundings, getting a feel of the place. A small bookcase covered one wall, and Harry could tell the large volumes were those containing dark Arts information; a large wardrobe was against another wall, right beside a door, presumably leading to a bath room. A large window was situated beside the large bed, underneath which was a very expensive looking antique desk.
Looking at the window, Harry realized, with a shock, that Hedwig was no longer alive. A stab of sorrow was felt in his heart and hardened. Harry knew that he would take his revenge on the Dursleys for destroying his life, even if it was the last thing he'd do in his long life.
"I will not accept the pain they have put me through with kindness. I will give my tormentors exactly what they gave me, ten fold. I am done with being the Hero, the Savior. I am the new Dark Lord, the Chosen one of Slytherin's Heirs. This world has not even begun to know fear. I will make certain that they do when I am done with them." Said Harry quietly, fury blinding his normally good judgment. Every Gryffindor trait within him began to wither and die under his fury, and Harry felt refreshed. It was good to think only of himself, to think how everyone would suffer because they had let him suffer.
It was then that Harry Potter truly turned Dark. Not even Merlin could have saved the wizarding world from this new threat.
