Chapter 12

A/N: Ok you will more than likely not like the battle in this chapter. It will be down played greatly from the book or the movie as it is not the foundation for this story but a side story. Also the ending will more than likely get me some flames for multiple reasons. When I outlined this story I mark area's where I thought people would get upset chapter 6 and then end of this chapter were the 2 biggest red flags. I thought about cutting it down so as to control some of them. But alas with out the full weight of what happens the story looses it's direction, so it stays in I will just have to deal with whatever flames I receive. Know this I am not like some authors out there I will not delete bad reviews. It is a new readers right to see what others say about a story thus helping them to decide if they want to read it. This story has a dark theme with dark things that happen to major characters from the potter verse. It is intended to have these things just as it is intended for Harry and Hermione to be together. But for there to be a happy ending in a story such as this they have to hit rock bottom first. They have to go to the Darkside and Back. Stay with the books as I write them and in the end I think you will like where it ends.

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Neville's arms snapped to his sides. His legs sprang together. His whole body rigid, he swayed where he stood and then fell flat on his face, stiff as a board. Hermione ran to turn him over. Neville's jaws were jammed together so he couldn't speak. Only his eyes were moving, looking at them in horror.

"What've you done to him?" Harry whispered.

"It's the full Body-Bind," Draco tells him.

"Oh, Neville, I'm so sorry." Hermione says with tears in her eyes.

"We had to, Neville, no time to explain." Harry says sadly.

"You'll understand later, Neville," said Ron as they stepped over him and pulled on the invisibility cloak.

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"You drink that." Harry says.

"Harry?" Hermione asks.

"No, listen, get back to Draco and Ron. Grab brooms from the flying key room, they'll get you out of the trapdoor and past Fluffy. Once you are past him go straight to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore we need him. I might be able to hold Snape off for a while, but I'm no match for him, really."

"But Harry, what if You-Know-Who's with him?" Hermione aks with tears in her eyes.

"Well, I was lucky once, wasn't I? I just have to hope I get lucky again." Harry tells her with a sad voice.

Hermione's lip trembled and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.

"Hermione!" Harry says. This is the first contact they have had in weeks.

"Harry you're a great wizard, you know." She tells him as she can not control the tears running down her face.

"I'm not as good as you." Harry tells her very embarrassed as she let go of him.

"Me! Books! And cleverness! There are more important things. Like friendship and bravery! Oh Harry you have to be careful! " She says as she hugs him again.

"You drink first. I will come back to you Hermione. You sure about these right?" Harry asks.

"Positive," Hermione says as She takes a long drink from the round bottle at the end and shudders.

"It's not poison?" Harry asks anxiously.

"No, but it's like ice."

"Quick go, before it wears off."

"Good luck and take care."

"GO!"

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Harry walked through the flames after drinking the potion to see Quirrell standing in front of the mirror. He is shocked that it is not Snape.

"YOU!" He shouts.

"Yes me you incompetent little boy." Quirrell says.

"I thought it was Snape I would find in here." Harry says confused.

"Of course you did. I lead you to believe just what I wanted you and your little friends to believe. Nice play turning Draco away from his father by the way." A second voice says.

"Who are you? Where are you?" Harry asks looking all around for the owner of the new voice.

"Show him." The voice says.

"Master you are not strong enough yet." Quirrell says.

"I am strong enough for this. Show him!"

"Yes master." Quirrell starts unwrapping the turban on his head, which reveals another face protruding from the back of his head.

"YOU! Your Voldemort!" Harry screams at him.

"Indeed I am young Potter. Now it is time for you to help me so I can finish the job I started 11 years ago. Get me the STONE!" Voldemort says forcefully.

As Vodemort was talking a burning rage had formed in the chest of one Harry James Potter. The river of molten lava was flowing into him as his anger rose. When Voldemort quit talking the castle began to shake. Harry's eyes had taken on a deathly look and seemed to be made of emerald green fire.

"YOU KILLED MY PARENTS. YOU HAVE KILLED AND DESTROYED PEOPLE SO MY LIFE HAS BEEN A LIVING HELL!" Harry yells at him.

"I did do that. I feel no remorse for my actions. You seem th think what I did was evil." Voldemort says.

"IT WAS EVIL TO THE CORE!" Is Harry's response.

"My young naive child. So little do you know. There is no good or evil, only power. Then there are those who can handle the power and those to weak to go after it. Now I will not tell you again. GET ME THE STONE OUT OF THIS MIRROR." Voldemort yells at him.

"NO! I will not help you." Harry says as the castle starts to shake even more.

"Master what is causing this?"

"Our young friend there I believe. Tell me Potter what are you going to do?" Voldemort asks.

"Kill you!" Harry says.

As Voldemort begins to laugh Harry raises his hand. From it shoots a beam of white hot light the connects to Quirrell. Who then seems to waver in and out of being solid before he disappears altogether. A black smoke arise into the air and streaks toward the already falling Harry. The smoke tries to descend into the young boy but is driven out by a white dome surrounding him. The smoke screams and the rushes out of the room. Harry is left on the floor unconscious. Just as Dumbledore arrives in the room.

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"Good afternoon, Harry." Harry hears Dumbledore say.

Harry stared at him. Then he remembered: "Sir! The Stone! It was Quirrell! He's got the Stone! Sir, quick!"

"Calm yourself dear boy, you are a little behind the times. Quirrell does not have the Stone." Dumbledore tells him.

"Then who does?" Harry asks.

"Harry, please relax or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out." The aged wizard smile at him.

Harry swallowed and looked around him. He realized he must be in the hospital wing. He was lying in a bed with white linen sheets, and next to him was a table piled high with what looked like half the candy shop.

"Tokens from your friends and admirers. What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So naturally the whole school knows. I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey however, felt it might not be very hygienic and confiscated it."

"How long have I been in here?"

"Three days. Mr.'s Malfoy and Weasley and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried." Dumbledore tells him.

"But sir, what happened to the stone?" Harry asks.

"I see you are not to be distracted. Professor Quirrell did not manage to take it from mirror. What ever you did to him wiped him for the records. When I got there you were out with no sign of Quirrell"

"You got there? You got Hermione's owl?"

"We must have crossed in midair. No sooner had I reached London than it became clear to me that the place I should be was the one I had just left. I arrived just in time to get you to the hospital wing."

"It was you. Who brought me here?" Harry asks.

"Indeed I did but I feared I might be too late." Is Dumbledore's reply.

"What ever you did the effort involved nearly killed you. For one terrible moment there I was afraid it had. As for the Stone, it has been destroyed."

"Destroyed? But your friend Nicolas Flamel?"

"Oh, you know about Nicolas? You did do the thing properly didn't you? Well, Nicolas and I have had a little chat and agreed it's all for the best."

"But that means he and his wife will die, won't they?"

"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die."

Dumbledore smiled at the look of amazement on Harry's face. He stood closer to his bed and patted Harry on the shoulder with a chuckle.

"To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible. But to Nicolas and Perenelle, it really is like going to bed after a very very long day. After all to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know the Stone was really not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all. The trouble is humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them."

"Sir? I've been thinking. Even if the Stone's gone Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who."

"Call him Voldemort Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."

"Yes sir. Well, Voldemort's going to try other ways of coming back isn't he? I mean, he hasn't gone, has he?"

"No Harry he has not. He is still out there somewhere, perhaps looking for another body to share. Not being truly alive he cannot be killed. He left Quirrell to die which is sad. He shows just as little mercy to his followers as his enemies. Nevertheless Harry while you may only have delayed his return to power. But I have no doubt we will win out in the end and see the end to Lord Voldemort." Harry nodded, but stopped quickly because it made his head hurt.

"Sir, there are some other things I'd like to know if you can tell me? Things I want to know the truth about."

"The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not to. In which case I beg you'll forgive me. I shall not of course, lie."

"Well, why would Voldemort want to kill me in the first place?" Dumbledore sighed very deeply this time.

"Alas, the first thing you ask me I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know one day. Put it from your mind for now Harry. When you are older, I know you hate to hear this, when you are ready you will be told."

"I am sorry sir but that is hog wash. Voldemort is trying to kill me today. He tried not three days hence. It is me he is after, nit you, not Draco, not Ron, Not Hermione, though her he maybe before long. So for vital information to be kept from me simply because you think I am not old enough is wrong. If I remember correctly before I went on this deadly adventure Madam Pomfrey said I was 14. so how old do I need to be? Or do I need to be dead?" Harry asks with anger in his voice.

"Harry my boy I am not trying to keep you in the dark for no reason. I want you to enjoy your childhood as best as you can." Dumbledore tells him.

"Lets examine that statement shall we. You put me in a home with people who hate everything and everyone associated with magic, even their own blood. They lie to me stuff me in a cupboard under the stairs treat me worse than a lot of house elves are treated. Abuse me, treat me like dirt. Starve me even though I am the one who cooked the meals. Till I started school I thought my name was boy or freak. Finally I think I am going to get some relief by coming to school here. What do I find out? I have some psychopath mad man that is suppose to be dead, who killed my parents, yet is not dead still trying to kill me. What do I have for help? People who know things yet refuse to tell me, the one person who needs to know this stuff. Sorry Headmaster but I am not sure it is up to you as too if I am old enough. Life seems to think I should know, or maybe die before I get to know." Harry says anger evident in his voice and face.

"Harry you will just have to trust me on this. I will tell you when I think the time is right." Dumbledore says sadly.

"Trust is earned Headmaster. Right now not to many people are earning my trust." Harry says.

"Fine since I am not going to get a strait answer about Voldemort can I ask you something else?"

"Fire away." Dumbledore says hoping to regain some of his trust.

"Quirrell said Snape..."

"Professor Snape, Harry."

"If that is what you want to call him. Quirrell said he hates me because he hated my father. Is that true?"

"Well, they did rather detest each other. Not unlike yourself and Mr. Malfoy. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive."

"What?"

"He saved his life."

"What?"

"Yes it is Funny, the way people's minds work, isn't it? Professor Snape couldn't bear being in your father's debt. I do believe he worked so hard to protect you this year because he felt that would make him and your father even. Then he could go back to hating your father's memory in peace."

"Protect me? He bullied me the entire year always taking points away for no reason. Destroying my potions or looking the other way as one of his house members did. Sorry sir I don't see how he was protecting me." Harry says as hs anger rises another notch.

"I am sure you are exaggerating a little there my boy. I am sure it was not that bad. You will just have to take my word for it Harry he was protecting you." Dumbledore tells him.

"Sir I don't think you full understand what is going on in your school. It was not an exaggeration. He was that bad to me. Any time you want me to prove it I will. I will brew any potion from this year and you can grade it. Then match it to the grade I got from Snape. I bet it will be different. As for your word, right now that has little meaning to me. You seem to think only you know what is best for me." Harry says not keeping the disdain from his voice.

"Very well I believe that is enough questions for now. I suggest you make a start on these sweets. Ah! Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've rather lost my liking for them. I think I'll be safe with a nice toffee, don't you?" He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said. "Alas! Ear wax!"

Harry noticed Hermione walk into the hospital wing. She had a look of sadness about her. Her eyes looked haunted and she was fiddling with her robes.

"Sir I was wondering if it would be ok for me to talk to Harry alone?" Hermione asks.

"Not right not ms, Granger he needs his rest." Madam Pomfrey says.

Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was a nice woman, but very strict.

"Just five minutes!" Harry pleaded.

"Absolutely not."

"You let Professor Dumbledore in!"

"Well of course, that was the headmaster quite different. You need rest."

"I am resting, look lying down and everything. Oh go on Madam Pomfrey!"

"Oh, very well! But five minutes only." And she let Hermione in.

"Well I will take my leave. Please do not tire him out to much Hermione we want him to be able to attend the feast tomorrow night do we not?" Dumbledore says with a smile.

"I will try my best." She say sadly.

She watched as both Dumbledore and Pomfrey left the wing. She sighs and then walks to the window next to Harry's bed and look out at the sunny peaceful looking day. She knows when this talk is over it will be anything but a peaceful day.

"Hermione what's wrong?" Harry asks.

"Harry I have something I have to say. I need you to let me say it not responding to it. I know you are not going to like it and that it is going to cause trouble. So once I say it I am going to leave. I am not going to stick around to hear what you have to say." Hermione starts.

"Ok Hermione what is it you have to say?" Harry asks with a nervous voice.

"This is harder than I thought it would be." She sighs.

"OK?"

"Harry this isn't working out for me any more. Us you and me being together is just not working for me. I am sorry but we need to break up. This is something I need to do. We need to go our separate ways. I hope you have a great life Harry, but this is something I need to do. So with that Bye Just Harry." Hermione finishes ans turns and leaves with out letting Harry say any thing.

Harry is laying in the bed feeling like his world had just fallen in on top of him. His anger from earlier was completely lost to him. He sat in the bed with tears streaking down his face. How could he have lost the one thing that was most dear to him?

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Harry made his way down to the end-of-year feast alone that night. He had been held up by Madam Pomfrey's fussing about insisting on giving him one last checkup. So the Great Hall was already full. It was decked out in the Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherin's

winning the house cup for the seventh year in a row. A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table.

When Harry walked in there was a sudden hush, and then everybody started talking loudly at once. He saw Hermione setting at the end of the table by her slef as he walked toward the Gryffindor table. He slid into a seat between Ron and Draco at the table and tried to ignore the fact Hermione wasn't with them and that people were standing up to look at him.

Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived moments later. The babble died away.

"Another year gone! And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were. you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts. Now as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding. The points stand thus: In fourth place Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points. Also in third Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two. Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six. While Slytherin has four hundred and seventy-two."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. Harry could see Falco Henton banging his goblet on the table. It was a sickening sight.

"Yes Yes, well done Slytherin! However, recent events must be taken into account." The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes First to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points. Second, to Miss Hermione Granger for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points. Third to Mr. Harry Potter. for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points. There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Draco Ron stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. Harry still

cheering, nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed at Henton, who couldn't have looked more stunned and horrified if he'd just had the Body-Bind Curse put on him.

"Which means!" Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin. "We need a little change of decoration."

He clapped his hands. In an instant the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold. The huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place. Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand with a horrible forced smile. He caught Harry's eye and Harry knew at once that Snape's feelings toward him hadn't changed one bit. This didn't worry Harry.

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The next morning as all the students were getting into the carriages to head for Hogsmead station Harry, Ron and Draco got the shock of their lives. As walking out of the castle arm and arm with Falco was none other than Hermione Granger.

"Granger what are you playing at?" Draco shouted.

"None of your business Malfoy stay out of it." Falco shouts back as him and Hermione get into a carriage just as it takes off.

"Harry what is going on?" Ron turns to ask but Harry had already gotten in a carriage and it pulled away leaving the two standing there gob smacked. The rushed to another carriage as it was taking off so they would not be far behind.

Once on the platform of the train station Ron finally get to ask his question.

"Harry what is going on?"

They watch as she get onto the train with Falco and turn to see Harry has a cold anger in his eyes. They step back from him worried that he may lose control of his magic and cause severe damage to the train station.

"Come on mate lets find a compartment to ride home in." Draco says then looks away as Harry turns to look at him with dead eyes.

Harry turns and stalks on to the train and goes to an empty compartment he stows his trunk above his head then leans back against the window closing his eyes. His world had literately just exploded.

Draco and Ron joined him a few minutes later and was wise enough to keep quite and let me calm down. It was going to be a long train ride home.

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Henton leads Hermione into and empty compartment on the train. He then closed and magically seals the door as well as blacked out the windows to the compartment. He then turns and looks at Hermione with a smile on his face.

"What do you want Falco?" Hermione says sadly.

"Simple I am going to fuck you now. In fact I am going to fuck you from now till the time we get to Kings Cross station. Now take off your clothes so we can get started." He says.

Hermione realizing her worst nightmare has come true slowly undresses and stands before him as he has removed his clothing as well. She notices thankfully he isn't all that large.

Several hours later as they are slowly pulling into Kings cross station Hermione is getting dressed. Henton had kept his word and had either fucked her or made her suck him the entire ride to the station. She was thankful she had thought ahead and figured he was going to do this and took a birth control potion that would last a year.

"Damn if I would have known you were that good mudblood I would have done this long ago." Henton says.

"What now?" Hermione ask with no feeling in her voice.

"Now when we get onto the platform you will kiss me goodbye in front of god and everyone. Including Harry Potter. Also plan on me visiting several times this summer. That was so good I will have to do it a lot." Henton says.

"What ever you say Falco. I am sure we can figure out something," Hermione says with a sad voice.

She knows that kissing him in front of everyone will seal her fate to most of the people she had once called friends. All she could do was hope and pray that she could find a way to remove the oath and explain it all to them.

As she started to walk she realize that 4 hrs of sex kind of made you sore. She steeled herself and made herself walk normally not wanting to give Henton the satisfaction of knowing he had made her sore. Funny thing is he wasn't walking so well either.

They stepped onto the platform and she turn and kissed him. She tried to make it like the ones she had giving Harry but her heart wasn't in it. But still her acting was enough to fool Henton, and it appeared everyone else as well. She could feel the anger radiating off of Harry even though he was several cars away from her.

She could feel the stares and the people condemning her for breaking Harry's heart and for betraying him with Harry's mortal enemy. She vowed then and there one day she would make amends for what she was doing even if it killed her.

She turned and walked away pushing her trolly. She found her parents who was looking on in utter disbelief of what they were seeing. She knew they would ask a million questions and that she could answer very few truthfully.

She could see the confusion in her mom's eyes as well as the sadness when she looked at Harry's crest fallen face. She could see the wheels turning in her father's eyes wondering what Harry had done to his little girl. She knew she had to keep them away from each other. In Harry's state he may lose control and there would be no telling how many people would get hurt. So instead of stopping to greet her parents she continued on briskly so they had to follow.

Thus ends book one of the DarkSide and Back!

A/N: Ok I did decide to take some of the train scene out of the story even though several people were telling me not to. I felt with what I left was enough to set the stage with out being over bearing. Also I really don't want people to hate me or Hermione in this story. Well it has been a long journey fraught with ups and downs. But alas we have come to the end of book one. Look for the first chapter of DarkSide and Back Book 2 some time later today or early tomorrow morning.