The Dark Arts

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Hogwarts

"He hasn't been in classes all day! And he isn't in his dormitory... and I've also checked the map, he isn't on it! And you know the Map doesn't lie..." Hermione whispered frantically. She paced up and down the length of the warm red Gryffindor common room.

"Maybe we should go to Dumbledore?" Ron asked timidly from the couch, afraid to set of Hermione's famous temper. Hermione continued pacing up and down, frowning.

"Maybe... alright, let's go." She said. She grabbed Ron by his forearm and dragged him out and through the portrait hole ("Rowdy kids these days...")

"Could we slow down a bit, Hermione?!"

"Maybe he was taken by You- Know- Who!" Hermione muttered to herself.

"Maybe, but don't think like that." The two stopped in front of the Headmaster's office.

"Canary Creams." The gargoyle did not move.

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans"

"Lemon Drops?" Ron asked from behind her. The gargoyle moved slowly. Hermione glared impatiently at the inanimate stone and trudged up to the Headmaster's room.

"Professor," They gasped as they stumbled into the room. No one was there. Hermione started dancing on her feet, biting at her nails.

"Oh no, what to do? What to do," She kept whispering nervously.

"Calm Down." He said to Hermione softly. Hermione stopped and turned around. "You know, we should go find any other teacher..."

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger," A silky voice said from behind them. Both spun around. It was Professor Snape and he looked highly disgruntled.

"What, may I ask, are you to doing in the Headmaster's office?" Both exchanged a look.

"Well, you see, Harry hasn't been to classes all day and we couldn't find him. We thought that maybe he was taken by You- Know-"Professor Snape held up a hand. "Enough."

"Speak to the Headmaster, he will explain to you." He said, stepping away from the doorway. The Headmaster strode in with calm and composed steps.

"Yes, about Harry. Please, sit down. Lemon Drops?" He asked. Ron and Hermione impatiently shook there heads and listened attentively.

"You see, Harry has been taken away to be... converted. Now before you say anything. I caught the use of the Dark Arts in Hogwarts and I have recently found that Harry has been practicing it. We, the teachers spoke to him, and he has confessed to doing so."

"WHAT?! Harry would never do that." Hermione burst out. On the other hand, Ron looked aggravated.

"Always knew that bastard would go against us one day. All that fame messing with his head... I knew it." He said. Hermione just stared at him with a dumbfound expression.

"Ron! You're his best friend. You of all people should realize that he would never do something like that."

"As I was saying... we have taken him away into Snape Manor where we he will be watched by Professor Snape and occasionally I to try and convince him to join the Light side again. He is the only hope for the Wizarding World and we can't afford to lose him." Hermione pursed her lips and didn't say anything, although a look in her eyes signified that this wasn't over. Ron just kept muttering darkly to himself, somewhere along the lines of "Filthy Dark Lord."

"Now, I do believe it is quite late and you should be going to bed. There are classes to be attended tomorrow. I will be announcing his absence during breakfast tomorrow morning so you don't have to worry about telling anyone just yet." He said, dismissing them. Hermione threw a glare at the Headmaster, which surprised even Ron, and walked out with Ron hot on her heels.

"Mr. Potter, wake up." A voice said from above his head. Harry shifted in his sleep and grunted. He rolled over and threw the pillow over his head.

"Go 'way Ron, it's too early to get up." He muttered thickly. Professor Snape's frown grew darker.

"Mr. Potter. WAKE UP THIS INSTANT." He yelled directly into his ear. Harry jumped awake and nearly collided his head into Professor Snape's. He looked confused for a moment before he sighed and sat up.

"Mr. Potter there is a wardrobe in the closet and everything you need in this room. If you need to go to bathroom, just think about it and a door will appear next to the closet and that's where you will go. Mind you, nothing is luxurious so you will have to live with it." He said mockingly. Harry suppressed a rebuttal and glared at the comforter.

"Good, now in thirty minutes I will come for you. You better be ready, Mr. Potter, or else. Understand me? It is currently 5:00 and I expect you to be ready by 5:30." Harry didn't reply but continued to glare at what was below him. His chin was roughly grabbed again.

"I asked you a question." He said dangerously. Harry's eyes widened.

"Yes." He finally said, hate clearly evident in his voice. Professor Snape looked at him through narrowed eyes before walking out with a, "We'll have to work on you, Potter." Harry sat for a bit before going through his closet. His clothes were blah. They were all dark gray trousers and crisp white button ups. There was a hook with several identical black belts and a drawer full of black boxers and white socks. By the drawer were several shoes of the same boring black and one sneaker that were dreary black and grey. There were a set of black and dark grey robes hung up along with winter robes, which surprised him. Why need that if he wasn't going to go out? And was he really going to be staying that long? He continued his evaluation and saw several gray ties and a small table with a brush, comb and mirror.

In the bathroom were a small stone sink and a plain white tub on the side with black curtains. A naked torch with a light fire hung from the wall and a metal rack toppling with fluffy white towels stood beside the door. The walls were a plain white and the tiles black and white. It was nothing compared to the Gryffindor bathroom. He fervently wished that he had never gotten himself into this mess.

He took a quick shower after discovering basic needs in a cabinet over the sink and dressed in what he came in, hating to see himself in such dreary clothes. He came in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans and black shoes so it wasn't as bad as the uniforms in the closet. He sat on the bed and waited for the hated Professor to arrive.

In five minutes, he did, striding in with his black robes billowing around him confidently. Inside his head, Harry reviewed what kind of a situation he was in and how he would dearly love to take revenge on the Headmaster and Potions Master as soon as possible.

"Mr. Potter? Why on earth have you not dressed in what I have generously given you?" He said. Harry snorted and mumbled something under his breath.

"Excuse me?" Professor Snape cut through sharply.

"The clothes you have so generously given to me are boring. And I don't appreciate the bland living quarters either." He said defiantly. He heard rather then feel the hand soaring through the air before cutting across his cheek in a swift motion. It hurt, a lot, and his cheek was already bruised from yesterday's business. He sorely regretted talking back because he felt a dribble of blood coming from the cut he received from the black ring on the bastard's finger. He gently wiped the blood away and stared, transfixed at the blood before him.

"Don't take that tone with me and I have told you many times how to speak with me or other elders. Perhaps, a punishment is in order?" He said wickedly. Harry gulped and clutched the bed with white fingers. He didn't like the sound of that, but he tried to keep a brave façade.

"Don't think you can make me submissive by hurting me, because it won't work." A dangerous glint came upon the Potions Master eyes.

A clutter of knives and forks could be heard clattering in the Great Hall in the morning. Everyone was chattering happily except for Ron and Hermione. Today was the morning that everyone would be aware of what Harry was doing and where he was. Dumbledore stood and clapped for attention.

"Attention, students. I have an announcement to make. Many of you may have noticed the absence of Mr. Harry Potter and Professor Severus Snape. I would like that say that Harry has been removed from Hogwarts and is currently staying with Severus Snape for behavioral problems and for practicing the Dark Arts. We are trying to convert him to what he was before he takes it to personal to join the other side of the war. Professor Darrell will be taking the place of Professor Snape for the remainder of this year. Thank you."

There was silence before the Great Hall burst into excited whispers about what had just been announced. Others exchanged dirty looks and spread rumors about Harry, saying how he was always dark and should have been killed before. Some were shocked into silence, like Neville and the rest of the Weasley clan while Ron just stubbornly refused to listen to Hermione's pleas.

Harry backed up against the wall behind his bed and silently pleaded with his eyes to the person in front of him to stop before he did anything to regret it. Professor Snape grabbed the collar of Harry's shirt and dragged him to another room while Harry blubbered apologies hoping to be kept from the end of Professor Snape's wand. But nothing he did stopped the anger from appearing in his eyes.

"Do you realize, Mr. Potter, what you have gotten yourself into?" Before he knew it he was thrown on the bed that was in the room and had to stifle a sob from escaping him as he felt his shirt being ripped off of him. He knew what was coming. He had sudden visions of being back at the Dursley household where his uncle was drunk and angry, where Harry was belted beyond extreme, until he lay bleeding. He clutched the sheets on the bed and braced himself for the explosion of pain that was soon to come.

He screamed as he felt the leather cutting across his bare back. Professor Snape noted that there were old scars littering his back. A fiery burning sensation overcame him as the strap kept coming and coming... he wanted to black out, to end the pain, if only he could...

And he knew no more...

Authors Notes: Thanks for the reviews everyone, I much appreciate it.

Snape Coolgirl: You'll soon find out more about the two and why this is happening to Harry. Thanks.

Harco Potfoy: Oh Harry's revenge will come, when the two bastards least expect it and then they will see the wrongs of there ways.

Laeli: Well actually, I guess you could say its slightly AU but Harry doesn't really practice the Dark Arts, he just says that to throw off the Headmaster but he takes it to his advantage and uses it against him, even if it isn't true. Don't worry, Harry has done virtually nothing wrong to receive this kind of treatment from the headmaster, except for his own sick pleasure to involve him in the War against Voldy.

Kateri1: Thank you, I was nervous because I didn't think it would come out so well.

Selua: As you can see, they are going to go through extreme methods to bring Harry into submission. And yes, Harry will question his loyalties, who wouldn't, after being betrayed by the ones you think are protecting you.

Zachiliam: Heh. Sorry it took long to update but you know, thanks for reviewing, these give me fuel to write.

Lmill123: Omg, you like totally read through me. Yes, the two do come up with excuses, but many people doubt it, though some people go against harry because of the pack of lies that the Headmaster broadcasts. AND Harry will hand out revenge... lol.

Shadowface: My first reviewer, I will forever love you!! Thank you.

Let me know if i'm going a little extreme with Harry and Severus okay?