Lord of Darkness

I have to thank g1rldraco7 and TheIronyBehindMyRealName for coming up with chapter ideas, since no one seems to be capable of doing so.

I am disappointed in all of you faithful readers that won't participate. Shame on you!

I'm officially closing my poll at 9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time on the 6th of July.

I honestly own 0% of Harry Potter! Stop asking if I do, you crazy people!

I WILL be taking story requests, in case anyone wants me to.

At the end of this chapter, four lines from a song will be printed. The first person to correctly guess the singer, and the title of the song, will have several of their requests for this story fulfilled. Does that sound fun?

Harry was wondering about the crystal/ medallion thing, but he knew Hermione was worrying about him, so he went to the Slytherin common room, and asked for her location. When he was told that she was in the Library, he ran as fast as he could in that direction. He collided with her just outside the Library entrance. "Sorry," Harry said as he helped her up.

"Where have you been, Harry?" she asked.

"I've been in the Astronomy Tower," Harry said, "I was deciding the best place to set up my telescope tomorrow."

"Oh, why didn't I think of that?" Hermione cried.

"Maybe you were fated not to, Hermione. What's this book you're holding?"

Hermione blushed, and muttered something unintelligible.

"What was that, Hermione?"

"It's a book of magical fairy tales, okay!"

"Really; can I see?" Harry asked dubiously.

"Sure, I suppose," Hermione replied, just as dubiously.

Harry took the book, and began turning the pages until a phrase caught his attention. 'The Deathly Hallows supposedly are three magical items imbued with the powers of death. There is the one that provides invisibility, one that allows the user to talk to the dead, and one that grants the user greater magical power.'

The book fell out of Harry's hands, and Excrucia spoke up. "These are your inheritance, Harry. Claim them!"

Harry had a pained look on his face, and Hermione looked at him with worry. Harry fell to his knees, clutching his head, and howling silently in agony. Excrucia said, "These are yours, Harry, claim them! Hunt down the person or people who currently hold them! Harry, listen to me!"

Harry's hair turned snow white, and Hermione was panicking. Harry's wand appeared to materialize in his hands. He gestured, and a snake appeared. Harry hissed at it, and it slithered away.

Harry collapsed, his hair once again black, and Hermione cautiously asked, "Harry, are you okay?"

"Yeah, mostly," Harry replied, "I have a bit to explain to you, but it will have to be in a place where we can have total privacy, and I happen to know such a place."

Sorry it's so short! Next chapter will have at least 2000 words, I promise!

But deep in your heart, you know the guilt would drive you mad,

And the shame would leave a permanent scar.

Cause you start out stealing songs, then you're robbing liquor stores,

And selling crack, and running over school kids with your car."