Author's Note: I wanted to write some Dark!Albus for a while now. An ideological fight between Al and Harry is an interesting thing to write about. This is my first fanfic so I would be happy to hear your thoughts :D The first chapter is going to be a foreshadowing if I make it as I wanted it to be.
Summary: What would happen when the son of the hero is not what everyone hopes to be?
Disclaimer - Harry Potter is a fictional character, owned by JKR. I only using the world as my hobby to create stories and I am sure that I don't make money from it either.
After all these years, I still struggle to find any meaning to the things I have done to reach this point. "Why do I do this?" I always ask myself since the days I have been but a child. Yet there is no answer, no one answers or even considers it. There was a time where I was just Albus Severus Potter and those times were precious compared to where I stand right now. There is no Albus anymore or Potter. I did not want to erase everything, but just to break it and free from it. I did not realize the binds that covered me also grasped the very core of our world, The Wizarding World.
How chaotic it was, to finally show the world what it meant to be an outcast. Yet I asked myself again "Who in the right mind wants to do this?" I did not know back then. We were just children, Scorpius and I. We did not realize that our dream could cause such havoc across the world. But the thing is, we could not stop. We did not want to stop because for a while it felt as we were doing the right thing, changing the world like my father. Soon I realized that I am not my father and never will be. I still remember his eyes when he saw me under the hood on that day. The look of shame and shock that still puts me in a state of distress.
My ambition for power and acceptance is always ruled me, both my heart and brain. I failed to see the importance of the people around me but the things I want are not of importance now. As I look into the ramble of England in front of me and all those 'Houses' who supported me to reach here, I ask myself "Was it worth it?" Again, I know that I will never answer this question to maintain my sanity as erratic it is right now.
I remember my family; I remember my cousins, and how I perish all of them. How they beg for me to stop, for me to turn back from this path of mine. They did not understand at the time and I don't think they would either now too. The hardest one was my father. He had no emotion in his eyes from the moment he learned I was the one responsible for all the destruction. I did not blame him, I did not pity him when I killed him neither. It felt like a part of me died with him but it was required. Not for the 'Greater Good' or even for the good of wizards. No, it was only for our twisted satisfaction and petty revenge against the world. We did not realize the effects of being a Slytherin in that bloody school for seven years. Being an outcast in my own family was too much for me, I wanted to prove myself, I wanted to change the world, and I did.
This is my story of how I rose and destroyed everyone in my way.
Chapter 1 :