I WILL change the parts I copied from Karldin when I get time but I really dont have time for a month or two and so sorry till then.

To my favourite writer Karlding(Check him out he's AWSOME!) and my readers.

CHAPTER 4

It was past midnight, and the halls of Hogwarts were eerily silent save for the occasional professor making their rounds.

Harry was patiently waiting for Snape to come around. It was sometime now that Snape would approach him for a Dark Arts Study offer. It had taken wasting 4 good nights on this purpose but it would be worth it.

Snape would be his strongest shield against the Potters. One way or another.

As he trudged through the halls, he fished out the Marauder's Map. Unfurling the map, he said the ritual phrase. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Lines began to come into existence around in the map, allowing him to look at the state of the school and its occupants. He received no shock as he stared at the names in the map.

Remaining stationary in Moody's office was a dot named Barty crouch. Alastor Moody was in his trunk. Kept as a prisoner. Moody was a good man and Harry decided to rescue him later. But of more immediate concern was the dot tailing him clandestinely.

Harry was hard pressed not to grin like in an idiot.

Finally!

He decided it was time to confront Snape and manipulate the conversation that followed. Harry turned on his Sharingan, the three comma eyes blazing red as he searched for Severus Snape. There. Snape was cloaked under a disillusionment charm, a basic piece of illusionary magic. Harry himself was cloaked in a powerful Notice Me Not charm.

He could clearly see Snape under the spell, the Sharingan easily seeing through the layers of magic.

"Why are you following me, Professor Snape?" he coldly asked the apparently empty corridor, releasing Snape's disillusionment and extending his Notice-Me-Not Charm around both of them.

He kept his Sharingan activated as Snape became clearly visible. His eyes could clearly observe the absolute distress Snape was in. The shock of having his disillusionment torn, not even reaching him. It looked like the man had been through hell, his face looked tear streaked and his eyes bloodshot. Harry really didn't care.

It was a look Harry recognized well. He himself had worn that look in Azkaban for quite some time. He smiled slightly at Snape's anguish as the Potions professor walked towards him. He faced the Potions Professor calmly as the man stood in front of him.

"Sneaking in corridors after curfew, are we?" snarled Snape. Harry did not respond, observing Snape with the Sharingan. He had to fight down the urge to just drop down on floor and start laughing. It was hilarious to hear same statement twice even one when is expecting it.

"Potter, accompany to my office immediately. Let us see if I can reduce your detention from a few months to a few weeks." Said Snape in a cold voice as he strode towards the dungeons.

Harry quietly followed behind him, suppressing the urge to just kill the bat right there. Harry both liked and hated Snape. Snape had helped him a lot but Snape was a traitorous bastard. Harry had killed Snape last time before he could betray Harry though. But Snape had taken great pains to catch him in this situation, and instead of reporting him to Dumbledore or assigning him a few detentions right there, he was taking Harry to his office. Harry decided to indulge him. Can't manipulate the dead. Pity.

He followed Snape into his dank office. The specimen of various animal species floated in the jars stored in the dimly lit office. Harry was no longer spooked by the office. Sharingan could see through anything after all, be it light or dark.

"Potter…" said Snape slowly. Harry silently readied himself, his magic singing through his veins. His Sharingan could easily see the tension and danger in Snape's movements.

He now constantly maintained an illusion to hide his Sharingan, and the subtlety of that illusion no longer required concentration. Experience of a decade is not negligible.

Snape waved his wand, and Harry could see a warding charm for privacy settle all around the office. Harry waited for the inevitable attack. This was an excellent reason for him to finish Snape off but Snape could be of some use now, at least.

Snape slashed his wand through the air, sending a powerful stunner against him. Harry's Sharingan observed the stunner as if it were hurtling at him in slow motion.

He didn't even bother to draw his wand as he surrounded himself with a shield charm by just a thought. The stunner hurtled back at Snape who dodged it with a single movement. His anguish was replaced by utter surprise as he pointed his wand at Harry again.

"Reducto!"

This time, Harry looked into Snape's eyes as the spell hurtled toward him. It was a dark crimson curse, testifying to the amplified power of that Reducto curse. He let the curse hit him head on.

Snape's eyes widened considerably as his spell impacted Harry, but was even more surprised as Harry dissolved into a murder of crows which reformed behind him. The boy had some talent, casting that illusion so rapidly and perfectly.

"Illusions, Potter? Interesting that Azkaban left enough of your mind to cast them…" came sneering Snape. Harry did not respond, waiting for Snape to cast a more powerful spell. The days when Snape could goad him successfully were gone.

Snape proceeded to unleash at him a veritable torrent of just basic spells. Reductors, Stunners, and disarmers hurtled at him at an unbelievable rate.

Harry dodged them all neatly, his Sharingan flaring red. Stray spells from Snape's wand destroyed his office thoroughly, smashing jars and overturning tables. Harry observed the efficiency with which he was being attacked. Snape was indeed an extremely skilled fighter.

It seemed that Snape had to be pushed as well.

Harry flicked his fingers, and the golden Spell Dumbledore had cast at him blasted towards Snape in full force. Sharingan eyes recorded Snape's instantaneous response.

"Aucta vi clypeum!" shouted Snape, causing a wave of red magic to pulse outwards from him in a circle. The golden spell was deflected to the ceiling, causing it to crumble.

The remaining jars in the office turned into serpents at a wave of Snape's wand. The fifty serpents slithered towards Harry, hissing and spitting.

Harry smiled slightly; Time to take back to the basics.

"Transfiguro Serpentsoria Engorgio Imperio!" he said loudly the serpents transfigured to minor basilisks. Harry smirked.

The serpents changed direction and rocketed to a shocked Snape.

An overpowered Vanished destroyed the Snakes. Harry Frowned

Snape was hardly using his full repertoire. He was using at most fifth year magic, which could only mean one thing. Snape did not want to use more powerful magic. There were much more efficient ways to counter the minor basilisk.

Snape and Harry circled each other in the trashed office. Harry was getting incensed by the Potions master's actions. He was using a NEWT level transfiguration in combination with the Imperio. Still Snape underestimated him. It was embarrassing. He glanced at Snape, thinking his spells rapidly.

Dozens of stunners materialized around Harry, hurtling at Snape from all directions. But the greasy potions master blocked them all gracefully. The ground exploded around Harry in a circle as he used Moody's Expulso.

Snape was thrown into a desk as the spell crushed the jars into pieces. The office was completely destroyed now, causing Harry to frown. Snape wasn't so weak last time.

Hmm need to repair this, first.

"Reparo!"

The entire office began reforming slowly as the spell took effect. Broken Jars formed back, containing their appropriate creepy specimen. Desks joined back together, and books floated back to their appropriate stations. The floor healed.

"Not bad" Snape's voice came from behind him. "Not bad at all."

Harry calmly shifted to face the professor, a raised eyebrow on his face. Snape looked as unharmed as ever, though his face showed the same anguish that it had before. Harry stared as Snape raised his hands in a sign of peace.

"I have a proposal to make to you, Potter. I suggest we both sit down." So the negotiations begin.

…..

Harry faced Snape across the Professor's desk. Snape being uncharacteristically polite to him, and his eyes seeing that it was mostly genuine helped Harry calm his anger.

"What do you want?" he questioned coldly. He was consciously leashing his anger, analysing the situation with clarity.

Snape filled a goblet with wine, and handed another goblet of pumpkin juice to Harry. One scan with the Sharingan confirmed that the juice had no magical influences upon it. Harry sampled the juice, and found that it was rather exotically flavoured.

"I…received some disturbing news today, Potter. I was hoping I could talk to you about it." Snape's face became even more depressed, if possible.

"Alright, Professor. Make it quick." Harry's sarcasm did not even seem to faze Snape as the Potions master gathered his thoughts. His Sharingan analysed the older man.

"Do you know your…parents" he hissed the word with venom. "Are alive?" Harry's eyes shone red, and their goblets burst into shards. The word parents even after a decade did a number on Harry's temper.

"My parents? They are dead. As for Lily and James, they simply don't matter." he stated calmly. Snape looked slightly surprised, but composed himself quickly enough.

"Potter…whatever animosity I showed you during your time here…I had a reason for it. A very good reason" said Snape in a depressed voice.

Harry didn't even blink.

"I need to tell you a few things about myself, but just telling will not suffice. I will need to show you…" here he withdrew a rune inscribed Pensieve. "Join me on a trip down the memory lane,"

Despite knowing what was to come, Harry went along. Wouldn't do to reveal his cards so early.

Snape withdrew a strand of silvery memory from his temple and put it into the basin. This is going to be an intriguing night, thought Harry as he was sucked into the Pensieve along with Snape.

TWO HOURS LATER

Harry materialized back in the office again, Snape joining him. It was now very early in the morning, and the castle was as quiet as ever.

Dumbledore was again showing his ruthlessness. People like Dumbledore…he shook his head slightly. Disgust is something he was long past over.

They played with lives for their own reasons. Played them, used them and abandoned them. It was worse that Dumbledore ignored the promptings of his so called loving conscience and still caused this much suffering.

One man's drive to correct his mistakes had caused this much pain. Pathetic. He sat silently with Snape in the office, his anger towards the man forgotten. If he played this right, the benefits would be great indeed.

"So…Dumbledore used my parents' 'deaths' to recruit you to his side, did he? He continues to surprise me. When did he reveal to you that my parents were actually alive?" asked Harry.

"Firstly, I regretted only the death of Lily. Dumbledore made me believe that my actions had caused her death. And yes, I met Lily and Potter yesterday and Lily…" here his face became emotionless. "Lily had the gall to call me dark scum. She actually called me a traitor, a disgusting piece of filth."

The entire room was shaking with the fury of Harry's magic. The word traitor was the access of Harry's darkest corners. Harry examined his fingers before looking up.

"It is ironic. You always told me that my father was filth, but you never said a thing about my mother. You loved her, and she betrayed you. Dumbledore is a real hypocrite, isn't he? Love does not exist. I learnt that in Azkaban as they Cruciated me constantly. It is only the feeble mind's need to justify its existence. Power is all, Power is everything. Those who have it can break free and have what they want. What they swear to protect.…" Harry whispered. The image of a raven haired, cat like green eyes so much like his own came to Harry's mind.

Crystals love filled eyes that once fuelled Harry's strongest Patronus was now nothing more than a fragment of Harry's darker nightmares.

Snape had whitened at the fact that Harry was tortured at Azkaban.

"You were tortured?" he asked with a horrified voice. "Dumbledore actually authorized the torture of a minor? He told me you would be put in a cell with minimum Dementor influence!"

Harry considered the situation. He then spoke.

"Oh yes. It was all for my good apparently. It was to awaken these eyes. That prophecy of his needed fulfilment after all…" with that, Harry removed his illusion causing Snape to gasp slightly.

Potter's eyes were now red in colour, with three commas decorating it equiangularly. "This is the Sharingan, awakened through misery and pain. The blood of Arcturus runs strong enough in me to be gifted these eyes."

That was a lie. The Sharingan was an expression of need to survive. The need to destroy enemies that dare to look upon what one help precious. Harry was a manifestation of it all.

When Dumbledore had authorized Azkaban, Harry held nothing precious. It was only with Crystal Harry fully awoke Sharingan. While it took half a decade more than it should, Harry had finally mastered both the aspects of Sharingan.

Misery was a misconception.

Sharingan required a need of bloodlust to trigger evolution. The heat of battle, the orgasmic bliss of ending a war and the screams of mercy of his enemies. Sharingan increased bloodlust the point that Harry just got pleasant shudders from his memories of war. Harry would love telling this to Flamel and Isabella. Isabella was the one who thought misery triggered Sharingan. If Isabella after hearing killed herself, well it was a bonus. Who knows maybe Lily or James will kill themselves too.

The reason Harry had not killed them was twofold.

First, their death might trigger a deviation from the timeline Harry expects.

Secondly, would you go halfway around the world to crush some cockroaches?

Didn't think so. Back to living world.

For the first time in living memory, Snape was unable to speak. His mouth opened and closed as he looked at something thought to be just myth.

"Sharingan? The Sharingan…so that was what he wanted all along. That was his game…" whispered Snape as he sat down to digest this new fact. It was extremely unexpected for someone like his rival's son to have awakened a mythical ability.

Harry sat calmly. Snape would require a few minutes to accept this fact. It was unexpected, after all.

"Sharingan. Extremely amplified magical capacity, Ability to see through all magic, copy all magic and predict human actions instantaneously. No wonder the old traitor wanted that on his side…which brings me to my proposal." Here Snape leaned forward, observing Harry with his pitch black eyes.

"We were played by Dumbledore, played and betrayed in the worst possible manner. The Dark lord was the cause of much misery in my life, and Dumbledore has confirmed that he will return soon enough. He has also caused you enough pain. There is no need to mention the Potters who abandoned you to hell…"

"Your point?" asked Harry. Snape's reactions were definitely genuine. Harry knew that Snape must be a master of the mind arts to be so good at shelving emotions.

"I wish to free myself from their shackles. The only thing Dumbledore had on me was my guilt over Lily, which is irrelevant now. You have the Sharingan, of all things…" here wonder seeped into Snape's voice. "With it you can become greater than both Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. I can help you reach that greatness easily. All I say is…train with me for the remainder of your stay here and I will show you magic's even Dumbledore has no knowledge of. I will teach you the true power of the magical arts. Consider it repayment for the suffering I have caused you."

"I am disappointed." Harry raised a hand to stop Snape's interruption.

"You do realize that Dumbledore is manipulating you."

At Snape's confused expression Harry explained.

"Dumbledore disgusts me. There is no way Dumbledore would be able to come near me without my permission. Let alone train me. Dumbledore knew I would never accept help from him or the DOM, and definitely not from my so-called parents. So he engineered a situation with you that would make you want to train me. All this he did to you just so that I could train under you, someone who he knew is firmly on the light side. Dumbledore knew you would be murderously angry at my ex-parents, and would want to train me in the Dark Arts to take revenge on them. It would be your ultimate way to hurt my 'parents'. He is using you, just as in the past…"

It all clicked in his mind at once as Snape glanced at Harry. Even in this, Dumbledore was using people. Snape was being manipulated even now.

"Unbelievable." Snape thought.

It would all fit in for his plan for a Sharingan using human weapon. Too bad the insight Harry had allowed him to see through Dumbledore's convoluted machinations.

With difficulty he managed to force a modicum of respect towards Harry in his voice.

"So now what?" Snape asked. No way had someone like Harry come without a plan.

"Sir, I have a proposal for you as well. It might interest you…" said Harry leaning towards Snape. Snape too leaned forwards slightly, interest apparent on his sallow face.

"Oh? Do tell…"

….

Hermione Granger sat at the Gryffindor table, silently eating her breakfast. It was apparently an important day as Dumbledore had requested the presence of the entire school. The four houses were in full attendance and the Great Hall reeked of formality.

"Where's Harry, Hermione?" asked Ron, his mouth stuffed with toast. Hermione grimaced at him, but was worried at the question. Harry was withdrawing completely from everyone. The only one he gave the time of his day was his girlfriends.

Harry had changed. The perverted boy had become a bloody playboy!

What kind of guy went to Azkaban and came back a playboy?!

It was just about a week since term started, and their entire group dynamic had changed. The So-called golden trio were non-existent. Nothing binding them. Not even Hermione. Ron was too jealous with Harry's situation and had become awkward and distant. The other Weasleys of course had no idea why Harry had changed so much. Fred and George asking for tips from Harry didn't help.

Flashback

George winked at Harry and patted him in the shoulder. "You're my role model."

"Huh?" Harry asked.

"George here wants to get laid this year too." Fred sighed. "As if that's going to happen."

"Off course someone like Boy-Who-Fucked can't understand." George replied.

"Harry you got to teach us how to flirt." Fred said.

"I can give a demonstration. Take notes." Harry replied.

Fred and George scrambled for quills, ink and parchment.

Harry stood up and went to Katie Bell just over the Gryffindor Common Room. There was a reason he didn't take a separate room after all.

"Hi Katie." Harry approached and gave his best smile.

"Hi Harry" A slightly blushed Katie replied.

Harry had grown through the summer and witches couldn't help but notice, reaching a pretty intimidating height and filling out incredibly. His hair more messy than ever, and his eyes were no longer hidden behind the round glasses.

The fact that his eyes flashed with lust didn't help.

He was, quite simply, devastatingly gorgeous, and it showed. He was seen expertly flirting with any girls in and above 4th year willing to give him time (which included everyone) and Katie could tell by the way they looked at him that there was more than just friendly chatter going on.

She couldn't help but feel more than a little jealous.

It just wasn't fair! She was the first friend Harry made on Quidditch team. She was the one who helped Harry passed the exams when the annoying granger became more annoying during exams. Harry's virginity was her Quidditch right! She didn't even like the bloody game. Her sole purpose on team was to be the awesome Chaser who kept the view of her investment.

And this year when she was going to cash it in, Harry suddenly became this, this... Devil!

But she was going to make Harry realize that those fragile bitches can't compete with chasers stamina.

Unfortunately, Katie didn't know that she was going to regret challenging Harry in a stamina competition for the rest of the week. Limping wasn't fun.

"I think my shirt has given me rashes. Can you check?" Harry asked, snapping Katie out of her sexual fantasies.

Before Katie could reply, Harry ripped his sweat stained shirt. It was one of those cheap shirts they used in Hollywood that were really easy to rip. Harry had 37 of them.

What you think actors are actually strong enough to rip a muscle shirt very easily?

Katie nearly died due to a nosebleed. Magic can maintain and prevent obesity but it didn't give a magnificent body.

Harry's sweat stained pectoral muscles looked hard enough to crack a stone.

"Hey you think we can do some checking in my room?" Harry asked.

Katie was instantly sold.

As Harry and Katie walked out, Harry gave a wink to the Weasley Twins who still had their jaws on the floor.

Flashback End

That instance had solidified in her mind that Harry had changed to worse.

What kind of man would want to become a playboy at 14?!

(At this point half the world sneezed.)

Only she made any effort to converse with or even understand Harry. He had become too reclusive and too silent to even her. She despaired at the fact that she was the only girl along with those below 4th year who couldn't reach him.

She glanced at the Staff table as Dumbledore stood up and waved his wand. The food cleared of all the tables simultaneously. Hermione noted the absence of Snape at the Staff table.

Odd. If Snape is absent, it can't be for anything good. I couldn't find Harry either. What could have possibly happened…?

Her anxiety increased as the Headmaster requested for silence in the Hall. The students eventually stopped their chattering as Dumbledore fired a few blasts from his wand. Hermione could see the unreadable expression on Dumbledore's face.

"Thank you. We have convened here today to observe a tradition that has not been utilized for many years in Hogwarts. Indeed, the last time this happened was during the time of Phineas Nigellus Black, a former Headmaster of Hogwarts a few hundred years ago. Today we have gathered to witness as a Professor of Hogwarts chooses an apprentice to carry on his legacy."

Dumbledore surveyed the stunned faces of the students. Hermione had a growing pit of anxiety and fear in her stomach. What was Harry up to? It definitely was something to do with Harry, she just knew.

The teachers looked extremely uncomfortable. McGonagall's lips were thin to the point of disappearing; Flitwick and Sprout looked unnaturally sombre. Hagrid had a shocked expression on his shaggy face, and Hermione suspected he had been wearing it for a long time.

Whatever was coming, it was big.

"Professor Severus Snape is an acclaimed master of defensive and offensive magic, an acclaimed master in the art of potion making, and an acclaimed master in the theories of spell creation and magical flow. His prodigious magical talents are appreciated the world over. In the arts of duelling, he has little competition and his potions are coveted."

Hermione could hardly believe what she was hearing. Snape was choosing an apprentice? The Gryffindor table had gone dead silent, as had all the other Tables. The Slytherins looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Professor Snape has found himself a worthy student, and has decided to take him on as an apprentice under the Hogwarts banner. Let us begin the ceremony."

A column of fire appeared behind Dumbledore, causing the students to gasp in surprise. The fire receded, revealing Snape and…Harry Potter?

The Hall went as silent as the grave for a second, and then started clamouring at their loudest. Hermione could see Ron opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Ginny had her mouth open in an 'o', and the Weasley twins were just staring but not believing. The Gryffindors were abjuring Harry for getting apprenticed to their most hated professor. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were talking excitedly and the Slytherins were yelling in outrage at a Gryffindor getting apprenticed to their beloved professor.

Hermione though stared at Harry as he stood behind Snape. In the full light of the great hall, Hermione could appreciate the changes in Harry's body. He wore black robes, exactly like Snape. He was grinning as he took in the protesting students of the Hall. Snape himself was smiling slightly as he saw the reaction.

Hermione herself was amazed by how alike Snape and Harry looked. Oh, Harry's features were the same as the James Potter she had seen in pictures (bar the green eyes), but this was different. Snape and Harry wore their robes in the same style, both their thin faces were framed by black hair that went on to their shoulders, and both their faces were somewhat bloodthirsty. Harry's emerald eyes looked dark, almost black.

They really did look like master and apprentice. Hermione wondered what Harry was playing at.

"Silence" said Dumbledore, his face giving away nothing either. Hermione got the sense that the Headmaster disapproved of this arrangement, but she knew well that he had no say in the matter of apprenticeships. Every Professor was entitled by law to take on an apprentice to pass on his knowledge. The tradition was just considered archaic these days as Hogwarts was enough for anyone.

What does Harry wants now? She thought with wonder.

"Professor Snape will initiate the bond now, and I will be the bonder. Professor Snape, if you please?"

Harry and Snape stood to face each other, black eyes meeting black eyes. Dumbledore stood between them and raised his wand. Hermione knew that they were being bound by a powerful binding magic. Hogwarts: A History did not say what, though.

"Will you, Lord Harry James Potter, dedicate yourself wholly as an apprentice and learn my teachings with diligent care and reverence?" questioned Snape.

"I will" answered Harry firmly. A bright lasso of fire sprouted from Dumbledore's wand, encircling both master and apprentice.

"Will you, Severus Tobias Snape, protect me as my master and teach me to the best of your capability?" questioned Harry.

"I will." A second ring of golden fire encircled the duo.

"And do you, Harry James Potter, swear to carry my legacy and teachings with honour befitting them and may pass them to an apprentice of your own choosing at a later date?" questioned Snape.

"I will" answered Harry, a smirk playing on his lips. The three rings of fire coalesced into one, and disappeared in a bright flash of light.

"You both are bound, as master and apprentice. Mr. Potter will be deemed as a master of the magical arts when the Professor thinks it fit. Our business here is done for the day. Let us adjourn to our duties!" said Dumbledore briskly as he disappeared in a blast of Phoenix fire.

Hermione saw Harry descending towards the Gryffindor table and she began readying the hundreds of questions she had for her friend. Ron and the others refused to even look at him. Hermione frowned. Harry would definitely be an outcast at Gryffindor house for a long time after this. At least among Gryffindor boys. The girls were an entirely different matter.

The students were all muttering in low voices, pointing periodically at Harry.

Damn Gryffindor prejudices…

….

Harry walked briskly down the corridor towards Moody's class and grimaced as Hermione assaulted him with a barrage of questions.

"Why Snape? Why an apprenticeship? Do you know how angry the house will be? Do you want to be outcast? Don't you think Snape is a dark wizard? You do, don't you?-" she fired off frantically.

"Shut up, Hermione" said Harry, cutting her off mid-tirade. He strode forward calmly, his black robes remaining curiously still. Hermione took a deep breath as she ceased the torrent of questions.

"Don't worry. I have just freed myself…" said Harry quietly as he pushed open the door into Moody's class. Hermione stared at him.

Every move he made was now calculated. It was almost as if he was born to be… "Harry, did the hat perchance want to put you in Slytherin?"

The first vestiges of a small smile appeared on Harry's face as he looked at Hermione. If only she knew… these days he wondered if Slytherin House would truly have served him better than Gryffindor ever had. He did get good friends in Gryffindor for a while, but in the end it was all ultimately worthless. Weak, everyone was so weak. Except Neville. But he wasn't ever his friend.

And now with his parents healed he might not even be strong.

"You are slightly cleverer than people give you for."

She nodded. The class were all settled down, and were opening their defence books to the correct page. Harry waited patiently for the dramatic entrance of the DADA professor.

Sure enough the doors banged open, startling quite a few students. In strode Professor Moody, carrying a jar containing what appeared to be three spiders in it.

"Put those away!" snarled Moody, indicating the textbooks that were open. "You won't need the books when I am here. Let us begin with a review of your previous year. I got a letter from Lupin that said you were well grounded in the theory of Dark Creatures. But you are all behind…very behind on how to deal with curses."

Moody violently strode to the board and waved his wand, causing three words to appear upon it. The unforgivable curses. Harry's magic began boiling in anger. So that was what the spiders were for. Moody was going to demonstrate those curses on the arachnids. Even now, Cruciatus at Azkaban was affecting him. Harry had adopted his new cold expression, his face giving away nothing as he stared at the DADA professor.

"Curses, they come in many forms. But of them all, the darkest are the Unforgivable curses. Of course, there exist many more dangerous curses…but these are called the darkest for a very specific reason. Now…can anyone name an unforgivable?"

Ron lifted up his hand uncertainly. Moody pointed to him.

"My dad told me of one…the Imperio curse?"

"Arthur Weasley's son, eh?" A nod from Ron was the response. "Good man, your father. Yes…the Imperio. Total control. Watch carefully…"

Harry activated Sharingan as Moody cast the curse on the hapless spider. Amazingly, the spider cart wheeled and tap-danced to the amusement of the class.

"Think it funny, do you? Would it be funny if I did it to you?" growled Moody. The class fell absolutely silent at his threat. Harry watched on unblinkingly as Moody asked for someone to name another curse.

Neville lifted up his hand. Moody slowly looked at him and nodded his permission. "The Cruciatus curse?" he mumbled. Moody stared even longer at him, and Harry's Sharingan observed Neville's reactions. Obviously, Neville had started recovering from his parents' absence.

"Frank and Alice's son?" Neville nodded tremulously, looking happy at the mention of his parents. Moody fished out another spider.

"Crucio!"

The spider began to writhe uncontrollably in what were obviously the throes of pain. Harry's hands tightened slightly upon the edges of his bench as he saw a repeat of what was done to him. His magic began leaking out, causing the room to shake violently. The ceiling began to rip up and the torches exploded into flames.

Moody immediately stopped his curse as the class looked at the powerful magical reaction in alarm. Harry leashed his magic consciously, ashamed of himself for losing control so easily. He remembered the one thing Snape had taught him before he accepted apprenticeship.

, always remember. Those who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, those who cannot restrain themselves or their emotions…they become easy prey for their enemies. Learn this well from me…I know, for I have spent years behind enemy lines.

It was advice he had sworn to try his best to adhere to. Harry knew Snape was no angel, but he knew whereof he spoke. Whether or not Snape was on the side of the light, Harry was sure that the man was a master of controlling his emotions.

Neville was shaking like a wind in the leaf.

"Pain. One does not need thumbscrews or knives to torture if they know the Cruciatus curse, a truly monstrous spell. Now, anyone knows any others?" he questioned grimly.

Harry's Sharingan flashed as he prepared the intent required to cast that curse. His magic sang darkly in his veins as he answered:

"Avada Kedavra" he whispered audibly. The classroom shuddered as the intent to kill flooded its space. Hermione shuddered and Ron looked pale. Moody looked at him speculatively as the entire class quietened in fear. Some were actually shaking.

Moody waved his wand, and a faint golden light settled all over the classroom. The class seemed much better, smiling comfortably. Hermione grinned at Harry, who returned the speculative look at Moody.

"Cheering charm" said Harry quietly, recognizing its positive effects. Moody strode over to Harry purposefully and set his electric blue eyes on him.

"A word after class, Potter." Harry nodded infinitesimally. The idiotic students here could not know true darkness until they experienced it. He just tried out the basic tenets of illusionary magic…projecting intent. Though what he did could be called a tad dark.

"Potter got that right…the last curse is the killing curse. No blocking it. No counter curse." He raised his wand and pointed it at the last spider. The class held its breath slowly, as if it knew what was coming.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" roared Moody. A blinding light of green filled the room as the spider just slumped, lifeless. Harry's face might as well be carved from stone as he observed the spectacle. Hermione just clung tightly to his arm, a horrified look upon her face.

"Not nice. Not pleasant. No one has ever reflected it…except the one who sits before me."

The class stared at Harry who stared impassively at Moody. Harry just waited patiently, waiting for Moody to give him his after-class reprimand.

….

Moody grabbed Harry's hands and began to drag him violently to Dumbledore's office. Harry just looked at him, feeling his anger rise.

"Come on, Potter. We go to see Dumbledore. It seems you have been dabbling in things best left alone."

Moody was blasted into the wall, his cane clacking away to some distance. Harry did not move from his position, watching grimly as the Professor got up groggily and Summoned his cane back to him. The few students passing them in the corridor looked at Harry with open mouthed surprise.

Moody snarled incoherently, and slashed his wand at Harry. A sickly yellow light flashed towards him rapidly, but Harry saw it coming a mile away with his Sharingan activated. He sent Dumbledore's golden spell at it, and watched as Moody's spell was overcome by it. The professor shielded himself efficiently from that spell, watching Harry as if seeing him in a new light.

"Attacking Professors, Potter? It seems that fame has gone into your head" he mused as he pointed his wand at Harry. Harry held his own wand towards him, and replied coldly.

"Never manhandle me again. You will regret it if you do."

"Will I? Time to teach you a little lesson on learning your place, Potter!" spat Moody. Harry's Sharingan began glowing, unknown to them. He readied himself for an all-out fight with someone vastly less experienced than him. Add to it he had the Sharingan, after all, and the biggest array of spells in the world.

"Hastam Tenebrarum!" yelled Moody, and a pointed spear of Darkness shot from his wand towards Harry. Sharingan recorded the spell perfectly, and he could see the power of the spell.

"Aucta vi clypeum!" he whispered, pouring magic into the wide range deflector. What he had not anticipated was what happened next. Everyone in the corridor was thrown away in the blast of magic, including Moody. The spell however was deflected towards the ceiling and just drilled a hole through it, possibly going out into the night sky.

Magic filled the corridor as Harry's eyes blazed, threatening to break the illusion that hid them.

"You wanted to kill me? You shot a lethal spell at me?" whispered Harry. Moody just got up again, glaring at his student. Harry just wanted to kill the man right there. His eyes morphed into the eternal Mangekyō Sharingan as he moved towards Moody, who readied his spell.

"Enough" an unwelcome voice came from behind them and phoenix fire enveloped the trio as they were whisked away to the Headmaster's office.

"Headmaster, I tell you! This…student…knows how to cast the Killing curse. He released the intent quite maliciously, using illusionary magic to project himself! He is a dark wizard! Corrupted him already have you, Snape?" snarled Moody, going up to stand in front of Snape.

Snape looked at him amusedly, as did Harry. "My apprentice only used illusionary magic which was basically harmless. I consider it a failure of this school that fourth years were unable to throw it off. And Moody, I would advise you to keep quiet about things you know nothing about. Consequences, you know…"

Dumbledore stood up, looking at Harry inquisitively from behind his half moon glasses.

"Moody, clear out. Severus, I would ask you to as well, but the law forbids me. I would like to speak to Harry alone, Alastor. Move, now!" he said firmly. Moody cleared out, grumbling his disagreement with the entire affair.

Dumbledore turned his gaze upon Harry.

"You may not be directly answerable to me, Harry, but the fact remains that I am the Headmaster of this school. I forbid you from ever using Illusionary magic on students again. Breaking this rule will result in your immediate expulsion" he said, much to Harry's amusement.

"Really? Feel free to expel me…" he said with relish. Dumbledore's face firmed, as he looked at Harry. Snape was smirking in the background; this had been a heck of a week. First he had his most hated student becoming his apprentice; next he had the same student following his own tenets as closely as possible. Snape was reminded of himself as Harry played his cards.

"Dumbledore, don't flatter yourself. You need me, but I don't need you. Expel me, and who knows if I might tread a not so desirable…path" he said softly. Dumbledore's eyes widened at this new threat. Harry was not exactly pulling any punches here.

"Would you really join the dark, Harry?" questioned Dumbledore in a sad voice. Harry just snorted. This man's view of the world had been warped completely. Light and Dark, please!

"You really are a fool" said Harry. "There is no light and dark, there are only people who get what they want. They will do anything for it. Just like you did, and just like those abominations who call themselves my parents did. There is only the person, and what happiness he can steal for himself. Do not think to sway me with pathetic arguments of light and dark" he finished derisively. Harry's raw magic had started leaking out of him rapidly.

"There is power and there is power. No Light or Dark. Only Limitless power and the ability to steal it for oneself." Harry's raw magic was now hitting the limit of the room and had started condensing around Harry's form. Harry threw his head back in pure ecstasy. Snape looked on wide eyed.

"Sharingan can't possible increase magical capacity so much!"

Dumbledore looked pale and drawn, as he was reminded of Tom's philosophy. True, they were the ones who had pushed Harry to this point, but he had trusted in the prophecy. The prophecy had said that Harry was "born to kill the dark". So he had to be light, shouldn't he?

He needed those Anti-Illusionary wards now! Harry's feat of Raw Magic wasn't normal!

"Professor Snape, I wish to leave. Dumbledore, I ask you tell the Snyder's of those who sacrificed themselves for me. They owe them more than they can ever repay…so at least accomplish the small things I ask of you" said Harry as he and Snape exited the Headmaster's office disdainfully.

As they were exiting Snape asked who Snyder was.

Harry replied that James Snyder sounded better than James I-Was-Kicked-Out-By-My-Son Potter.

Fawkes sang a haunting note, causing Dumbledore to put his hands over his face.

I thought Severus and Harry could heal each other, but they are going in a different direction than anticipated. Lily and James will be in for more heartbreak than ever, I fear. And Isabelle will stand no chance against Sharingan. Her strength is not in duelling but in warding and sensing magics. There she is a rare prodigy. But otherwise in raw power, she is as strong as Minerva. But Harry outstrips her in every way in pure mastery and instinct of magic. Not to mention his Parsel Wards. His instinct has been amplified drastically by Sharingan.

I must alert the Potters. I never thought Severus would take a true interest in the boy, I only assumed he would teach Harry to get back at James and Lily. Harry casting dark curses would hurt James more than anything, but Harry would be strong. That is what I thought Severus would do.

But now…I miscalculated. Severus will turn Harry into a truly feared mage. Even without Sharingan's Illusionary capability…I daresay Harry will be able to crush off Isabella at full strength by the end of the month. When he reaches full strength in magic and Mangekyō together…

It will be a different story altogether.

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I will update faster later.

Sorry

Atlanrom