A/N: Ok here is chapter 9. The story is going to start picking up from here on out and it will start getting progressivly darker and what I hope to touch on is the obsession that Harry will have with the dark arts. Anyways here is Chapter 9 enjoy and please Read and Review!

Chapter 9

July 22nd

Harry walked into a circular chamber, he looked around and noticed it had a sinister feeling to it. Looking towards the middle of the chamber he saw an obsidian throne, he felt it calling to him. He knew that it was evil, he could feel it in his bones but he found it difficult to resist.

"Hello Harry, I see you're admiring my throne" the all to familiar voice of Lord Voldemort spoke to the young wizard.

Harry whipped around and faced the dark wizard, pulling his wand out and pointing it at his mortal enemy.

"Voldemort! What are you doing in my mind?! Leave at once!" Harry yelled as the rage that he felt against the Dark Lord increase. Harry knew that he was dreaming and that Voldemort was invading his mind once more, just like the previous year.

"Now Harry, I'm just here to talk to you that is all. I mean you no harm today." Voldemort said as he walked towards his Dark Throne. He sat down and looked at Harry, red eyes clashing with green in a silent battle for dominance.

"Now, I wanted to speak with you Harry. I wanted to make you an offer and you would be foolish to turn it down." He hissed at his rival.

Intrigued Harry brought down his wand and looked at him "What kind of offer do you have for me?"

"Well young man, I want you to join me. I will train you in the darkest of arts, I will give you command of my army, and we will rule together in the new utopia that we would create!" Voldemort told this to Harry with such passion that he wanted to believe him, and for a split second he wanted to yell out YES! At the top of his lungs, but Harry knew better. He decided to question him a bit before turning him down.

"That is an interesting offer Voldemort, but why make me such an offer? I thought you never shared power with anyone?"

Voldemort stared and pondered the question for a moment "I am willing to make you my heir, that means that you as my prince and general would have much power. More then anyone your age should have but I have faith in you Harry I know you will do a fine job."

Harry was still skeptical "Alright then, what makes you think I would even delve into the Dark Arts? How do you know that I can perform the Killing Curse?"

At this Voldemort smiled and stood, he approached Harry and said "I know you can my boy, I can feel in in your heart. I sense much hatred in you, and anger as well. I can see the potential in you Harry, I can see the evil that dwells within you hmmm yes you can be great. That is if you join me."

Harry's response to that was laughter, something the evil man didn't appreciate "You dare laugh at my offer?!"

Harry calmed himself enough to respond "Yes, I do. I know for a fact that when you get a chance you will turn on me and try to kill me. You must take me for a fool if you think you can offer me power in one hand and the threat a swift but painful death in the other. I respectfully decline 'My Lord' ." Harry said in a mocking tone of voice.

"You will rue the day that you balked at this offer! I shall destroy you Potter! You can not imagine the destruction my army will bring." Voldemort yelled at Harry as he shook in anger.

"No I won't Voldemort, I will not be your heir. I shall make my own destiny, I will forge my own path to power! I have learned that I must stand on my own. I shall no longer stand on the shoulders of giants and continue where they left off, no I will become powerful and I will be feared for my accomplishments, and nothing that you or Dumbledore will do can stop me!" Harry yelled at Voldemort his path now set in stone. He would become a wizard that would rival and eventually surpass both Voldemort and Dumbledore at any cost, even his humanity.

"Well then Potter I believe that ends our meeting. I must admit even if you are going to die at my hand I find myself intrigued by you, we are more alike then you think. Also if you truly want to fight me remember this, not even Merlin could destroy an army on his own. Good-bye Potter. " Voldemort sneered and the chamber started to melt all around him.

July 22nd 3:00 am

Harry sat up in his bed, sweat poured down his face and his scar throbbed. He thought back at his dream and remembered the small piece of advice he received from his counterpart.

"So, I have to build an army to take him on. Easier said then done." Harry sighed as he got up from his bed, sleep was no longer an option for him.

"Alright so if I'm going to build and army I need people and I need to have them organized." Harry talked to himself as he pulled out a piece of parchment to start making up his hierarchy. Grabbing his quill he started to think of a name for them, he smiled and titled the paper "The Crimson Guard" and he started to write down the hierarchy and the rules of his new group.

July 22nd 5:00 am

As the sun started to rise, Harry was just finishing up his plans. He had the leadership roles all planned out and he even had time to make some rough sketches for a uniform.

Now all he needed where people to help fill his little army. "Hmmmm well I am Head Boy, so I guess that I can conscript all the 5th years and up. I have to be careful though, spies could easily infiltrate my group."

He rose and stated to change into his sweats. "Might as well go for a run." He exited his room and started to do his daily workout.

July 22nd 12:30 pm

Harry was sweating from the heat, the fire raged all around him. All that he could hear in this inferno was the condescending laughter of his "Master", the Shade of Lord Voldemort.

"Come now boy, it's only a bit of fire come out and enjoy it!" The Shade laughed maniacally, he had been teaching Harry about the destructive properties of dark fire-based spells.

"No! I will not come out I would rather not get burnt! You know maybe I could actually duel you if you and learn something if you stopped waving that crazy fire whip you got in your hands!" Harry yelled irritated that he had barely learned anything today and to add to it he was tired, singed in several places, and soaked from all the sweat that poured off of him.

"Well then stop me! Use what I have taught you so far! I will not stop just because you asked nicely! Which I might add you did not!" The Shade roared over the sound of the raging fire.

"Axelo, Crucio,.......!" Harry started to send multiple curses, hex, and dark spells that he was taught by the Shade towards his opponent.

"Now that is much better!" The Shade yelled at Harry as he dodged the incoming spells, his concentration broken the inferno died down and Harry was able to take in the destruction.

"See Harry, what you can do with one spell. We're both powerful, and with one spell we could condemn hundreds of people to death. We are gods among men my boy, you are still young but you will learn how to destroy and how to rebuild. I will teach you, but you must listen to me and you must start thinking and fighting on instinct because you can not hesitate as you did when I started my spell. Now are you willing to do as I tell you and fight as I tell you?" He lectured Harry and waited for his answer

Harry looked around and saw what the dark spell did to the Room of Requierments, it was completely destroyed. The furniture had long been turned to ash, the walls turned blackened with soot, the heat had been so intense in some areas that the walls and pillars of stone and marble had started to melt. It was a horrific yet magnificent sight to behold

"Yes, master. Teach me how to harness my strength. I will do as you order. Teach me this spell so that I can try to emulate you." Harry spoke in awe that The Shade and the power he was able to wield with such ease, Harry wanted that power.

"Right, then lets begin in earnest then. This spell has no words to it, feel your magic transform your wand into a flaming whip of fire."

Harry listened closely and tried to do as he was told. He felt his magic coursing down his arm and into his wand 'Fire, make a fire whip' he thought to himself. Looking down at his wand all he saw was a tiny flame.

"Again Harry, more magic and more control. The flame is to small and it's a pitiful temperature, it's orange for goodness sakes! You need it to be at least a bright yellow!"

Harry and The Shade would work on flame spells for the rest of the day, Harry being tireless in his pursuit for perfection. The Shade was glad that his student had such work ethic especially when it involved dark spells,which Harry seemed to be absorbing at an alarming rate.

'Soon, your soul will be consumed by the darkness and there will be no turning back towards the light, my apprentice.' The memory of the Dark Lord thought to himself and smiled a cruel smile.

July 22nd 10:00 pm

Harry returned to his room tired and hungry. His lesson in the Room of Requirements had left him drained of nearly all his magic but he continued. Snape's Lesson took whatever he had left and used it to protect his mind, or try to that is. He had a breakthrough and he was able to enter Snape's mind and see some of his memories, he learned an interesting cutting cures he would have to practice later. He had been completely exhausted by the time he had lessons with Dumbledore, so tired in fact he fell asleep while watching a memory of Tom Riddle.

"Crap, I haven't read Daphne's Letter yet." He reached out and opened the letter and started reading.

"So that's how you want it then alright Greengrass I like girls that play hard to get." he chuckled to himself.

Dear Greengrass,

I am glad that you have accepted my apology and that you have decided to keep in contact with me. As for questions, tell me about your family life. Do you have any siblings? Grandparents? Also my owls name is Hedwig, she is quite smart so careful what you say around her. I await your next letter

Your's Truly,

Harry James Potter.

'Short and to the point. Good job Harry.' He thought to himself and gave himself a pat on the back.

"I'll send it tomorrow it's to late now. Now to the bath!" he yelled at no one in particular and ran off into the bathroom to shower.