A/N Well finally here it is, the very last chapter of my Dark Harry story. I hoped you all enjoyed it, because I sure did love writing it. I think after this I'm going to write something silly and funny but I'm not sure just yet. But after that I'm going to delve right back into Dark Harry because darn it, there isn't enough of them out there. And this really is complete now. I just realized that I had forgotten to take off the complete notice when I decided to add more chapters, sorry. Really done now.

2nd A/N Madm05 asked what happened to Ron and I told her I was thinking about writing a companion piece but when I started thinking about it I thought why not put it in here? Jason's going to find Hermione's Pensieve. You may or may not remember in the first chapter Hermione mentioned escaping but being captured Ron died that night but don't worry Harry didn't kill him.

In the Pensieve scene I won't be using first person but using a third person narrative to make things little less confusing.

And now Jason's point of view (He's about 20-25 in this take your pick)

I watch them on my wedding day, my mother dressed in royal blue dress robes and my father dressed in his usual black. Next to mother is my younger brother, Andrew, and my sister Lucinda, both dressed in white. My mother is pale, watching the hand fasting ceremony with large brown eyes swimming with tears. Father looks sombre as always but I see a hint of worry in his eyes.

I ignore the tears and the worry as the priest ties the last knot in the silk cord around our wrists. I look into the crystal clear blue eyes of my bride and feel love swell up in me. I love this woman.

A loud sob makes me turn towards my mother. Father immediately tries to shush her but she pulls away. She stands, her usually bushy hair straightened for my wedding was falling down her back nearly to her bottom in soft bouncing waves. She stares at me with a look filled with such pain and sorrow I actually flinch.

She turns suddenly and runs from the room. Father hurries after her. I'm left there standing there, still tied to my bride with our hand fasting cord.

Edith stood there, her eyes wide, looking torn on who she should be looking at. Her blue eyes flitted from the priest to me, then to the door my mother and father had just exited.

I sigh, knowing that I had to go after mother to make sure she was alright. I tell the priest to undo the cord, when he dose I nod to one of the servants to take Edith to my chambers. She leaves with him, but still looking wide eyed at everything that had happened.

"Why was Mummy crying?" Lucinda asks, her green eyes wide and filled with sympathetic tears.

At six Lucinda was mother's little princess. Of course she would be upset over mother's crying.

I kneel down in front of her, wiping tears from her still chubby cheeks. "Mummy's just crying because that's what mummy's do at weddings." I lie.

I know exactly why mother's crying.

Lucinda sniffs. "Really?"

I nod. "Really."

"But why?

I smile at her sweet concern for our mother. "You'll understand when your older." I assure her. By the Gods I hope she never understands.

"But is Mummy going to be ok?" She asks.

I nod. "Of course, daddy would never let anything hurt mummy." I stand. "Andrew take Luce to her room and keep her occupied."

With a disgruntled look Andrew herds Lucinda out of the room.

With another weary sigh I take the same path my parents went. I ask various servants if they had seen mother and father and I gradually made my way outside.

Oh yes I knew why mother was so upset and it wasn't something I wanted Andrew to know about but I especially didn't want Lucinda to know. It was something I had found out by accident.

I had been fifteen playing hide and go seek with Andrew. I was searching the castle and finally decided that since Andrew's favourite place was mother and father's room that he would hide there.

When I threw open the doors expecting to hear a startled squeal. There was no sound but there was a intriguing light coming from a stone bowl. Curious I went over to it and saw a pretty shimmering liquid. Not sure what it was, but having inherited my mother's insatiable thirst for knowledge and my father's sometimes reckless streak I put my hand into swirling liquid. Immediately I was pulled into my mother's memories.

With wildly tangled hair, ripped robes and several cuts on her cheeks and arms Hermione staggered into the rebel camp. Once she saw the familiar surroundings she slowly sank to the ground in relief. She had done it. She'd made it, and she might have save lives.

Ron noticed her first and ran for her, immediately falling to his knees to check her for injuries.

"Hermione?"

Hermione looked up feeling so tired but seeing the beloved face of her best friend made her sag in relief. "Ron." She whispered.

"We thought you were dead." Ron admitted.

Hermione laughed mirthlessly. "Dead? No Harry had much different plans for me."

Ron's face crumpled. "So it's true then, Harry is dark?"

Hermione felt tears trickling down her cheeks. "Oh Ron, I begged him to stop. I told him what he Dark Texts to people, but he wouldn't listen." Sagging completely into Ron's arms she cried. "He just kept saying that he had to keep us safe."

Startled Ron just hugged her. "Shhh, it's alright, Hermione, we'll figure everything out."

Hermione struggled out of his embrace dirt and blood smeared her cheeks. "Don't you understand Ron, Harry was powerful before he studied the Dark Texts. Now," She shook her head, eyes wild. "I can't even imagine how powerful he is now." Her eyes widened. "He's coming." She whispered.

Ron studied her face closely. "What do you mean?"

Lack of food and water, being on the run for several days as well as extreme exhaustion took it's toll. Being safe for the first time in days her adrenaline was wearing off leaving her beyond tired. Darkness swamped her vision.

The last thing she saw was Ron's concerned blue eyes. "He's coming." She whispered again.

The next thing she woke to was the sound of screaming. Hermione woke, startled. She looked around her surroundings and saw that she was in a tent.

Hermione could see the light from spells flew though the air. She could hear the screaming. Struggling to sit up she was terrified to see a figure standing next to her small cot.

"You ran away."

Hermione's eyes flew to Harry dark green eyes. He was dressed in black, his hair slicked back so none of it's natural unruliness was evident.

In a blind panic Hermione tried to get off the cot but found she couldn't move.

"Don't fight it." Harry warned his voice low.

Ignoring him Hermione tried to struggle against her unseen bonds but found it was useless. She was utterly at Harry's mercy.

"Harry,"

"Don't." He cut her off harshly. "You tired to leave."

"How could I not?"

"You love me."

Hermione gaped at him. "Harry you've become twisted. Your not the man I love anymore."

"I am.' He said simply.

"Harry,"

"No." He cut her off harshly again. "I'm not giving you a choice, Hermione."

"I'll escape again." Hermione whispered.

Harry turned to her, his eyes oddly empty. Abruptly Hermione was released and she nearly feel on her face but Harry caught her and hauled her though the tent flaps.

Outside it was quiet. No spells no screams, nothing. There were more than two dozen wizards standing and about fifteen people laying helpless on the ground. Harry walked to the centre.

"You will come back with me Hermione or I will kill each and everyone of them in front of you." He stated, his voice flat as if he didn't care one way or the other. "If you stay I will let them live. Chose."

Hermione stared at the helpless figures, her brain still slightly muddled. "Harry,"

"Chose Hermione, now or I will kill them right now."

"No." Hermione whispered.

"Then agree to stay."

"I'll stay, just please don't hurt them."

A oddly feral look passed over Harry's face. "Agreed."

Feeling strange Hermione looked over the carnage, not all the people here had been tied. Her eyes landed on a body. "Ron?" She whispered.

Running to him Hermione fell to her knees beside his body. "Ron? Oh God, Ron!"

Clutching his body she cried, rocking lightly.

She couldn't tell how long she stayed there, kneeling there with Ron, sobbing when a gagging sound made her turn around.

A man was dangling in thin air Harry had his want pointed at his throat watching with total detachment as the man struggled and gagged. With a slight twist of his wand there was a sickening crack and the man fell to the ground, dead.

Ignoring the fallen man Harry strode to Hermione, who was still kneeling, staring at the dead body. She only looked up when her vision was obscured by Harry's robes. Looking into his green eyes she mutely asked him why.

"He was the one who killed Ron." Harry told her. "I'm sorry I didn't want to hurt Ron. It was a mistake."

Looking blankly in the direction of the man Hermione barely felt when Harry bent to scoop her up into his arms. Letting her head fall to his shoulder she breathed in his warm comforting smell. Something familiar in a world that had suddenly become new and frightening.

"I'll take care of you, Hermione." Harry promised.

With a crack they were gone.

With that I was thrown out of the pensive. I staggered around, feeling nauseated. I had known my father had come to power though violence but I had never imagined that he would ever do anything to my mother.

From that day I hated my father, for what he had done to her. He found out of course he could search though my mind. I was raised to be an obedient child to my father, so I listened to him as he spoke

He told me of love so strong it made him do anything to have her. He talked to me of a madness that only love could bring.

I hated him still, I was fifteen what did I know of the madness of love? I hated him, but I learned to live with it. I spoke to mother she told me that was done was done, that she didn't regret her choice. She didn't regret staying with father.

"He gave me you." She had whispered and I loved her more then ever before. She brushed some of my hair back with a gentle hand, smiling softly. "And he gave me Andrew. He kept you safe." She kissed my forehead and I allowed myself to fall into the role of a small child, leaning into my mother. "You are my hope for a better future. You and your brother."

I still didn't understand but over time I forgave him.

I found mother and father under a tree mother was crying wildly sobbing that she had failed. Father looked up caught my eye and with a look told me he had her under control.

Though I wanted to comfort mother myself I nodded and made my way back to the house, back to my chamber where my bride waited for me.

When I finally arrived I stopped in the door way.

Edith was sitting in front of the mirror brushing her hair.

She saw me in the mirror and looked at me with tear filled eyes.

I understood my father now.

I understand the madness that only love can bring out in a man.

A/N So there we go the end of the story. What did you think it would be, fluffy bunnies running through a sunlit meadow? Nope. Boy I think I need some therapy thinking stuff like this up.

Tell me was it to dark, not dark enough? Let me know.

As I said up at the top I think the next thing I'll write will be silly, cheerful, and hopefully funny. Not to worry I plan on diving into the angst again but I warn you that I'll probably wait until I finish before I post and with my work ethic it could take months

BTW so no one has to ask the rest of the Wesley clan was killed in war with our dearest Voldiekinns. Ginny's death was particularly gruesome hehehehe.

Again if you think the rating should be higher let me know and I'll raise it.

Thanks to everyone who read and a double thanks and kisses to everyone who reviewed.