Oooh, no one likes the idea of evil Harry! Well, don't give up on him yet! I've been told my fic is kinda depressing. Umm, opps? Would anyone believe me if I said that that was not the intention? At least, not totally.

Thanks for the reviews, I really do appreciate everyone's opinions and encouragement.

Someone Reading – I just had to respond to your rather desperate review. It's OK for you to keep reading… and I completely agree with you about OOTP. I was depressed for two weeks, and the stupid thing was, I couldn't even tell anyone why, because no one in my family would understand. (My mom: Umm, honey, it's just a book… Meshocked: Nooo!) I won't make any promises about his emotional state, though, he's too much fun to mess with…

Also, someone asked how old Harry was when he was sent to Azkaban and how old he is now. He went to Azkaban just a couple of weeks after the end of his fourth year, so he would have been 14, almost 15. (There either aren't laws regarding minors or they were ignored in his case because of the amount of people he supposedly killed.) He was in Azkaban almost six years, and so now he would be 20, almost 21. (Story is set about 2 weeks before Hogwarts lets out for summer holidays, so its probably late May/early June, in case anyone is wondering.) With that, onward!!

DISCLAIMER IN CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 4

Power

Voldemort looked at Harry in amusement. "Well, well, well. However did you retain your sanity, Harry Potter?"

Harry's face changed for the first time since he had left his cell in Azkaban. His answer was short, curt and to the point and the anger on his face was easily discernible. "Hate."

Voldemort laughed, a high evil cackle that caused shivers to run down the spine of everyone present. "So, you will join me, take my mark?"

"I will." Harry took a step forward and knelt at the Dark Lord's feet. There was no hesitation in his voice, no pause in his movement. The captives looked on in horror at the sight of The Boy Who Lived joining his previous most hated enemy.

"Do you have any conditions to this obedience? If so, state them now." Voldemort looked quite pleased at the way things were turning out.

Harry raised his head to look him in the eye. "No conditions, my lord, only a request, if it please you."

A ghastly smile spread across the white face above him. "Speak it."

Harry gestured in the direction of the captives. "There are a few that I would… enjoy having a few words with." The tone of his voice left little doubt as to what he meant. For once, there seemed to be emotion in his voice. Eagerness.

At the Dark Lord's chortle of glee and nod of agreement, Harry's eyes turned to the assembled group of trussed up people. "Only one now, Harry, there will be time later." Voldemort's voice sounded like a father remonstrating his overeager child for taking too many pastries at tea.

Sirius had shut his eyes. So that would be how he would die. Killed by his best friend's son. How utterly ironic. Remus just looked on in horror, realizing for perhaps the first time just how much evil their stupidity might have unleashed, what atrocities Harry Potter's powers could be used for. Ron and Hermione just stared, frozen with shock and terror, as their once best friend looked towards them with murder in his eyes. Ginny's face was white and tears were streaming down her face, but she met Harry's cold gaze, obviously determined to die bravely. Dumbledore looked disappointed and sad, his eyes had totally lost their shine, and he stood quietly, awaiting his fate.

Voldemort stood back to watch as Harry rose and moved over too the group. "Here, my boy, you shall need this." He handed Harry his own wand, and continued, voice dripping with malice. "Perhaps your dear, loving, LOYAL Godfather should be the first."

Sirius's eyes shot open at this. Harry stood in front of him, fingering the wand that rested gently in his hand. "With my lord's leave, I prefer him to be last." Sirius saw something that he couldn't interpret enter his godson's eyes.

Voldemort waved his hand. "Whoever you choose."

Harry never took his eyes off of his godfather's face as he snapped the wand out to his side and clearly spoke the words, "Avada Kevadra." There was a flash of green light and Remus Lupin crumbled to the ground. Ignoring Sirius' moan of pain at the fall of his last friend, Harry turned back to the Dark Lord and handed him his wand on bended knee. "Thank you, my lord."

Furious, Sirius shouted. "We should have left you in there!"

Harry shot him a glare that would have melted steel. "Perhaps you should have." Ignoring Sirius' sputter of rage, he dutifully took his place in the line of death eaters.

Triumphant at the sight of the murder done by the Boy Who Lived, Voldemort motioned for Harry to stand slightly behind him and turned his attention back to Dumbledore. "So, Headmaster, you see before you your greatest failure. You will die tonight, and then who will dare stand against me?" Voldemort laughed insanely for a moment and then answered his own question. "No one, no one at all."

"Do not be so sure, Tom, there will always be those who fight for the light." Dumbledore, although bent with age, did not bow in spirit.

Voldemort's face contorted with fury at the defiant words and he placed his wand directly between Dumbledore's eyes. "CRUCIO!" The aged man visibly braced himself for the pain.

Nothing happened.

Nearly every eye in the building had been awaiting the results of the curse and only one man was not focused on the drama occurring between Dumbledore and Voldemort. This man realized that something was about to happen. Severus Snape, face hidden behind a death eater's mask, watched as Harry Potter's right hand clenched for a moment and then relaxed, releasing a glowing ball of brilliant energy to float an inch from his fingertips. Snape's eyes widened. To be able to do that, and without a wand? Merlin, this was going to be interesting.

Voldemort was staring at his dysfunctional wand in shock. At the hint of movement behind him, he began to turn. Harry took a step forward, the ball of light growing by the second. Harry had just one word to say to the man who had murdered his parents and ruined his life, and he said it with as much contempt as he could muster. "Sucker." Then, blindingly fast, Harry closed the two foot gap in between them and slammed the now head sized ball of light into the white face before him. Voldemort, who was both convinced of Harry's obedience and unnerved by the failure of his wand, had no time to react, no time to defend himself, which was exactly how Harry had wanted it.

The following scene would be forever etched into the minds of every surviving observer. Light began pouring off of Harry, seeping out of his eyes and through his hands. Voldemort had time for one last, drawn out scream before the light totally consumed him. "Nooooooo." A murky cloud of black rose above his body, only to be eradicated by the light that surrounded it. Finally, Voldemort's limp body dropped to the ground with a thud, obviously lifeless. Harry stood over him, breathing heavily. Then he turned towards the other occupants of the room. The loyal death eaters raised their wands as one, but Harry moved too quickly, pulling the nearest in front of him and clamping one glowing hand on the death eater's left forearm.

Every servant of Voldemort froze, held captive by something they could not see. Snape, the only one to stay in his original place, couldn't move, but was nearly catatonic with unaccustomed happiness. Potter had killed the Dark Lord. No matter what happened now, the Light was safer than it had been a mere minute ago. Potter himself was dangerous, but it was highly unlikely that one with tendencies to the Dark Arts would be able to control the amount of light magic necessary to use light as a weapon in the manner that Potter had. Contrary to almost every possible scenario he had run through his head when he joined Dumbledore, it looked like for once he had chosen both the right and the winning side.

Then another thought entered the potion master's mind. He just might not survive to enjoy this feeling much longer. Snape watched in utter amazement and growing fear as Harry fell into a heap on the floor behind the death eater he had grabbed. A burning pain in Snape's dark mark accompanied the sight. A flickering, dark green light began to move down the line of frozen Death Eaters, and one by one they crumbled to the floor, limp and unmoving. Snape was at the far end of the room and was able to watch in shock along with the still bound captives as the dark robed figures fell.

Light had totally encircled Harry now, hiding him from view. Snape knew that he was going to die. Somehow, Potter was dealing with the death eaters by tapping into the connection that Voldemort had established through the dark mark. He considered his options, discarding all ideas that came to mind as useless against this power, and then accepted his fate. He had never really expected to survive this conflict. Dying like this was much better than at the hands of an infuriated and betrayed Dark Lord and at least he had the comfort of knowing that he had survived until the end. He watched the spell deal with the man standing next to him and waited for the light to sweep over him.

As the light reached him, he realized that it had not originated from Potter, the taint of the Dark Lord was strong enough to recognize anywhere. Snape allowed himself a snort of contempt, Voldemort had condemned every follower to die if he perished. And these idiots had been stupid enough to be loyal to the murderous fiend. The death of the 'Master' had obviously started a chain reaction that would painfully kill every death eater. It fit, why would Voldemort be so foolish as to let his followers survive if he wasn't there to gather in the rewards of being their master? Snape thought it highly ironic that he was going to die by the hand of a dead man. Then, suddenly, something caught his attention.

Still hate me, Professor? Potter's magic was as recognizable as Voldemort's, his as much light as Voldemort's has been dark. Snape's eyes widened underneath his mask. He wasn't dying and Potter was communicating with him. What on earth? Well, it doesn't really matter anyway.

Snape felt the darker magic begin to leave him as though forced away and a thought burst into his mind. Desperate, he thought as hard as he could at the vanishing presence in his mind. "Draco's light!" The whisper escaped with the thought and Snape could only hope that Potter had understood.

Then, faintly, a response came, a second before the light moved on to the next and last death eater in the room. If you say so…

Another moment passed and Snape was released from the spell that held him motionless, and felt one last flash of intense pain in his arm. He crumpled to the floor from the pain, nearly blacking out, and then managed to regain his senses in time to see the aura of light fade away from the figure in the center of the room.

The room was silent for a long, tense moment. Harry knelt on his hands and knees, head drooping, exhaustion evident in every line of his body. Then, from the wall, Ginny's voice tentatively broke the silence. "H-harry?"

Harry's head snapped up and every conscious occupant of the room could see his eyes, alight with a myriad of emotions, scan the room, finally resting on Sirius's agonized and confused face for a long second. Then, with a quiet pop, he was gone.

COMING SOON: Snape finds himself in the middle of everything and we meet the Light's other spy.

Remember, I said don't jump to conclusions!! Hey, come back! I'm not through messing with your head yet!! Just kidding, but you'll have to keep reading to understand this fic! I'm trying to keep it real, 'cause in real life, things don't always get explained right after they happen. Also, things are not always as they seem! Reviews are very encouraging and tend to make me write faster. =) Thank you to everyone who has been kind enough to review already. You guys keep me going!!