Disclaimer: Refer to previous chapters. =P.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. and comments. I've tried to re-correct my mistakes, and if there are some more, I beg you, do tell. =P. Thanks, guys! Also, I might take a long time for the next chapter, but I'll write more, so you guys, REVIEW!
The red haired boy smiled spitefully at Harry, tightening his arm around the shoulders of a much shorter girl with brown hair that had blond highlights from the sun. Harry felt his insides churned and he reached in for his wand, and opened his mouth. The words of the deadly Avedra Kedavra curse had almost escaped; when he closed his mouth again, unable to perform such a cruel deed to his best friend and girlfriend.
As Ron Weasley, with his arms still around Hermoine Granger faded in the overwhelming darkness that Harry had begun to feel strangely comfortable around, an angry hiss seemed to echo from all around.
"You stu-." The voice stopped abruptly, before continuing in a much calmer tone. "Harry, Harry. Look at the way they've been treating you. They cheat on you, behind your back. Do you still call them your loyal friend? Harry, only I am your loyal friend. I am your only loyal friend and you can trust me, and do you know why, Harry Potter?"
Harry shook his head slightly, and the voice laughed, a cold, eerie laugh that Harry found strangely familiar.
"You can trust me, Harry Potter, because I am YOU, just as you are me. Harry, you can trust no one, but yourself."
"But Ron-," Harry started hesitantly, standing up for his best friend. The voice interrupted. "No Ron! He's laughing at you, at your naïve self!"
Harry's eyes blinked an angry red, and slowly, he nodded. "He's not my friend," he chanted softly. "He's laughing at me. I hate him." The voice laughed louder as Harry punctuated his statement.
"I HATE HIM!"
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Harry blinked open his eyes sleepily, and sat up, stretching his back. He caught sight of his reflection in his mirror, and his eyes blinked red. Giving a resolute nod, his lips curled into a semblance of a smile. He had much to do.
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Hermoine sat at the dining table, smiling at Ron, who was frantically cramming all his Transfiguration notes (and Hermoine's) into his brain before the finals later that day. "Ron, you're not going to get anything done by an hour, trust me. If you had listen to me, and not spend ALL your time with a certain Lavender," she chided, raising a knowing eyebrow, "you might be able to pass this very difficult exam."
"Oh bloody stuff it, Herm," Ron shot back good-naturedly. Finally giving up, he tossed the notes on the table, and buried his head in his hands. "I'm going to bloody fail this test," he groaned, his voice sounding muffled.
Hermoine felt a stab of pity for her best friend. "Well, that's not entirely true," she said, her voice softening. Ron looked up hopefully, and gave her his trademark 'please-help-me' stare. She sighed in resignation, and shook her head smiling. "Come on, I'll teach you. It's really easy." Ignoring the snort that Ron gave, she proceeded to teach him all she knew about Transfiguration.
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"Malfoy, just the man I was looking for," Harry called out. Draco Malfoy, now a devilishly handsome young man, stopped. He turned and faced with Harry, a vengeance in his eyes. Malfoy's father was in Azkaban Prison, and rotting there, and it was all because of Harry. If Harry hadn't defeated Voldermort, Draco's father would still be welding tons of power today, and Draco wouldn't have to suffer through humiliation from his so-called friends.
"What the hell do you want this time, Potter? Come to throw me into prison too," he asked, jutting his chin out slightly, in an attempt to appear dignified.
"No, Malfoy, I need your help."
Draco laughed, a laugh without humor. "My help, Potter? What happened to Weasel and the bloody mudblood? Ask them for help. Whatever possessed you to think that I will help you?" Draco took a step closer, and leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at Harry. "Get lost, Potter, before I lose it."
"Ooh, really scary Malfoy," Harry scorned. He pushed Draco back, and surveyed him with a tilt of his head. "I can get your father out of Azkaban. Or better still, I can give you the power that your father had. No one will ever look down on you again. I can give you even more power than what Voldermort gave your father."
Draco was taken back. "What?"
"You heard me, Malfoy. If you follow me, I'll give you everything you want. I defeated Voldermort, and I'm the world's strongest wizard. Unlike Voldermort, that wimp, I am NOT afraid of Dumbledore. I can do greater things, Malfoy," Harry assured, raising an eyebrow. "Well, are you in, or out?"
"Had enough of doing good, Potter?" Malfoy asked, getting back his arrogance. He prepared to turn away, when Harry laid his hand on Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy could feel the power radiating of Harry, and he stopped, turning back to Harry. "You really are evil now, aren't you?" he asked incredulously. "This isn't just some kind of sick joke that you cooked up, is it? You are evil."
"Took you a long time, Malfoy. Took you a long time."
Malfoy stood still for a moment, stunned. Finally he nodded. "I'll join you," he agreed. There was a short pause, and Malfoy swallowed hard. "Master," he acknowledged. Harry let out a chilling laugh.
"I promise you, Malfoy. Power beyond imagination," Harry promised, nodding to his follower, who would later become his right-hand man.
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After briefing Malfoy to keep quiet about his turn-over, as he would like to call his turning over to the dark side, Harry strolled towards the dining room, where he knew he would find Hermoine there. Despite his anger for everyone surrounding him, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing Hermoine. While his plan consisted of destroying everyone close to him, he had planned to entice Hermoine into the world of darkness, instead of killing her.
As he caught sight of Hermoine talking to someone who was hidden behind the pillar, Harry's spirits soared, and he felt like the Harry before the turn- over. He smiled happily and took a few steps closer, before his steps faltered. Hermoine was talking to Ron, and as Harry took in the scene, Ron said something to Hermoine and they both laughed.
They're laughing at me. Even Hermoine's against me. No, it can't be. Harry thought to himself. His eyes blinked red in anger, as Hermoine and Ron laughed again. Even though they were so far away from him, he seemed to be able to hear their spiteful laughter surrounding him, blinding him.
He felt hurt, and betrayed. Without a word, he turned around and stomped off. His change was complete.
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A/N: All right, what do you think of it? Getting suspenseful, yes? Review, or no next chapter! =P
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. and comments. I've tried to re-correct my mistakes, and if there are some more, I beg you, do tell. =P. Thanks, guys! Also, I might take a long time for the next chapter, but I'll write more, so you guys, REVIEW!
The red haired boy smiled spitefully at Harry, tightening his arm around the shoulders of a much shorter girl with brown hair that had blond highlights from the sun. Harry felt his insides churned and he reached in for his wand, and opened his mouth. The words of the deadly Avedra Kedavra curse had almost escaped; when he closed his mouth again, unable to perform such a cruel deed to his best friend and girlfriend.
As Ron Weasley, with his arms still around Hermoine Granger faded in the overwhelming darkness that Harry had begun to feel strangely comfortable around, an angry hiss seemed to echo from all around.
"You stu-." The voice stopped abruptly, before continuing in a much calmer tone. "Harry, Harry. Look at the way they've been treating you. They cheat on you, behind your back. Do you still call them your loyal friend? Harry, only I am your loyal friend. I am your only loyal friend and you can trust me, and do you know why, Harry Potter?"
Harry shook his head slightly, and the voice laughed, a cold, eerie laugh that Harry found strangely familiar.
"You can trust me, Harry Potter, because I am YOU, just as you are me. Harry, you can trust no one, but yourself."
"But Ron-," Harry started hesitantly, standing up for his best friend. The voice interrupted. "No Ron! He's laughing at you, at your naïve self!"
Harry's eyes blinked an angry red, and slowly, he nodded. "He's not my friend," he chanted softly. "He's laughing at me. I hate him." The voice laughed louder as Harry punctuated his statement.
"I HATE HIM!"
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Harry blinked open his eyes sleepily, and sat up, stretching his back. He caught sight of his reflection in his mirror, and his eyes blinked red. Giving a resolute nod, his lips curled into a semblance of a smile. He had much to do.
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Hermoine sat at the dining table, smiling at Ron, who was frantically cramming all his Transfiguration notes (and Hermoine's) into his brain before the finals later that day. "Ron, you're not going to get anything done by an hour, trust me. If you had listen to me, and not spend ALL your time with a certain Lavender," she chided, raising a knowing eyebrow, "you might be able to pass this very difficult exam."
"Oh bloody stuff it, Herm," Ron shot back good-naturedly. Finally giving up, he tossed the notes on the table, and buried his head in his hands. "I'm going to bloody fail this test," he groaned, his voice sounding muffled.
Hermoine felt a stab of pity for her best friend. "Well, that's not entirely true," she said, her voice softening. Ron looked up hopefully, and gave her his trademark 'please-help-me' stare. She sighed in resignation, and shook her head smiling. "Come on, I'll teach you. It's really easy." Ignoring the snort that Ron gave, she proceeded to teach him all she knew about Transfiguration.
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"Malfoy, just the man I was looking for," Harry called out. Draco Malfoy, now a devilishly handsome young man, stopped. He turned and faced with Harry, a vengeance in his eyes. Malfoy's father was in Azkaban Prison, and rotting there, and it was all because of Harry. If Harry hadn't defeated Voldermort, Draco's father would still be welding tons of power today, and Draco wouldn't have to suffer through humiliation from his so-called friends.
"What the hell do you want this time, Potter? Come to throw me into prison too," he asked, jutting his chin out slightly, in an attempt to appear dignified.
"No, Malfoy, I need your help."
Draco laughed, a laugh without humor. "My help, Potter? What happened to Weasel and the bloody mudblood? Ask them for help. Whatever possessed you to think that I will help you?" Draco took a step closer, and leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at Harry. "Get lost, Potter, before I lose it."
"Ooh, really scary Malfoy," Harry scorned. He pushed Draco back, and surveyed him with a tilt of his head. "I can get your father out of Azkaban. Or better still, I can give you the power that your father had. No one will ever look down on you again. I can give you even more power than what Voldermort gave your father."
Draco was taken back. "What?"
"You heard me, Malfoy. If you follow me, I'll give you everything you want. I defeated Voldermort, and I'm the world's strongest wizard. Unlike Voldermort, that wimp, I am NOT afraid of Dumbledore. I can do greater things, Malfoy," Harry assured, raising an eyebrow. "Well, are you in, or out?"
"Had enough of doing good, Potter?" Malfoy asked, getting back his arrogance. He prepared to turn away, when Harry laid his hand on Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy could feel the power radiating of Harry, and he stopped, turning back to Harry. "You really are evil now, aren't you?" he asked incredulously. "This isn't just some kind of sick joke that you cooked up, is it? You are evil."
"Took you a long time, Malfoy. Took you a long time."
Malfoy stood still for a moment, stunned. Finally he nodded. "I'll join you," he agreed. There was a short pause, and Malfoy swallowed hard. "Master," he acknowledged. Harry let out a chilling laugh.
"I promise you, Malfoy. Power beyond imagination," Harry promised, nodding to his follower, who would later become his right-hand man.
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After briefing Malfoy to keep quiet about his turn-over, as he would like to call his turning over to the dark side, Harry strolled towards the dining room, where he knew he would find Hermoine there. Despite his anger for everyone surrounding him, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing Hermoine. While his plan consisted of destroying everyone close to him, he had planned to entice Hermoine into the world of darkness, instead of killing her.
As he caught sight of Hermoine talking to someone who was hidden behind the pillar, Harry's spirits soared, and he felt like the Harry before the turn- over. He smiled happily and took a few steps closer, before his steps faltered. Hermoine was talking to Ron, and as Harry took in the scene, Ron said something to Hermoine and they both laughed.
They're laughing at me. Even Hermoine's against me. No, it can't be. Harry thought to himself. His eyes blinked red in anger, as Hermoine and Ron laughed again. Even though they were so far away from him, he seemed to be able to hear their spiteful laughter surrounding him, blinding him.
He felt hurt, and betrayed. Without a word, he turned around and stomped off. His change was complete.
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A/N: All right, what do you think of it? Getting suspenseful, yes? Review, or no next chapter! =P