Disclaimer-I own nothing from the world of Harry Potter. I just wish that
it were real.
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I now stand in a place that I have spoken against just a year ago. But times change, and I must do what is best- at least, what I think is best. The war is about to begin, and I have chosen the side I will fight for. It is the path I have chosen, the one I will tread forever.
I remember his silky voice in my ear, his advice to me: "Let your power choose your course, Potter. Let your power choose your path."
And that is all he said. My most hated professor spoke to me, two small sentences that would have an enormous impact on my future.
What would have happened, had the traitor not spoken to me? I would be on the opposite side, call him a traitor and end his life while I lived on, known to the wizarding world as a hero for killing the Dark Side's most wanted death eater.
But now I choose my course. Light or Dark, a path must be chosen.
His voice comes to me now as I stand here. "Are you ready, Potter?" he asks, testing my will. Without hesitation, I nod. A small crowd of people, masked with wands out, has gathered, waiting to see what will happen to me.
My professor guides me to a small stone altar, where a tall hooded figure waits. I try not to let fear enter my face, but it is impossible not to be intimidated.
"Harry James Potter, give me your right arm." A low snake-like voice that I know so well commands me, and I obey. I watch as a silver dagger pierces my arm above the inside of my elbow, letting a drop of crimson blood fall onto a hand paler than death. The dagger rips deeper and I let a small gasp escape me, watching more blood spill past the hand and onto the altar below it.
"You swear to be my follower until death, to uphold all that is true to our side, to do as I say on pain of death?" the hooded figure asks. "I swear it." I say, and I truly mean it.
The figure turns to the crowd. "So," he says, "The Gryffindor has turned Slytherin!" The crowd chuckles softly and appreciatively, and the figure turns back to me. "It is time," he says smoothly, and I feel him penetrate my mind, searching for any secrets untold.
I stand my ground. If I am ready to follow him, I will hide nothing. He seems satisfied and pushes my hand back to my side, and I know what will come next.
The figure pulls off its hood, and the majestic horror that is Lord Voldemort is unveiled. He places his hands in the pool of blood on the altar, and pain sears through my body. Hundreds of knives tearing me apart, my scar hot to the touch, my blood coursing through my body as the love that once saved me evaporates as I join those who tried to kill me-this is the pain I am going through.
Then it is all over. The Lord I now serves gives me a cruel smile. "You have chosen well, Potter." He turns to the crowd. " Welcome, Death Eater." He says in a cold voice, and the crowd follows suit with murmurs of "Welcome". I look at my right arm and see the mark that now distinguishes me from the rest of the world, showing my true identity.
I have chosen my path.
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~Fin~
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*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Harry's POV *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
I now stand in a place that I have spoken against just a year ago. But times change, and I must do what is best- at least, what I think is best. The war is about to begin, and I have chosen the side I will fight for. It is the path I have chosen, the one I will tread forever.
I remember his silky voice in my ear, his advice to me: "Let your power choose your course, Potter. Let your power choose your path."
And that is all he said. My most hated professor spoke to me, two small sentences that would have an enormous impact on my future.
What would have happened, had the traitor not spoken to me? I would be on the opposite side, call him a traitor and end his life while I lived on, known to the wizarding world as a hero for killing the Dark Side's most wanted death eater.
But now I choose my course. Light or Dark, a path must be chosen.
His voice comes to me now as I stand here. "Are you ready, Potter?" he asks, testing my will. Without hesitation, I nod. A small crowd of people, masked with wands out, has gathered, waiting to see what will happen to me.
My professor guides me to a small stone altar, where a tall hooded figure waits. I try not to let fear enter my face, but it is impossible not to be intimidated.
"Harry James Potter, give me your right arm." A low snake-like voice that I know so well commands me, and I obey. I watch as a silver dagger pierces my arm above the inside of my elbow, letting a drop of crimson blood fall onto a hand paler than death. The dagger rips deeper and I let a small gasp escape me, watching more blood spill past the hand and onto the altar below it.
"You swear to be my follower until death, to uphold all that is true to our side, to do as I say on pain of death?" the hooded figure asks. "I swear it." I say, and I truly mean it.
The figure turns to the crowd. "So," he says, "The Gryffindor has turned Slytherin!" The crowd chuckles softly and appreciatively, and the figure turns back to me. "It is time," he says smoothly, and I feel him penetrate my mind, searching for any secrets untold.
I stand my ground. If I am ready to follow him, I will hide nothing. He seems satisfied and pushes my hand back to my side, and I know what will come next.
The figure pulls off its hood, and the majestic horror that is Lord Voldemort is unveiled. He places his hands in the pool of blood on the altar, and pain sears through my body. Hundreds of knives tearing me apart, my scar hot to the touch, my blood coursing through my body as the love that once saved me evaporates as I join those who tried to kill me-this is the pain I am going through.
Then it is all over. The Lord I now serves gives me a cruel smile. "You have chosen well, Potter." He turns to the crowd. " Welcome, Death Eater." He says in a cold voice, and the crowd follows suit with murmurs of "Welcome". I look at my right arm and see the mark that now distinguishes me from the rest of the world, showing my true identity.
I have chosen my path.
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~Fin~
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