A/N: Thank you everyone in advance for all of the reviews I've gotten for this so far! They mean quite a bit for me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, only the original version of Powers of Darkness.

Chapter 2

"Master," murmured each Death Eater in turn as they approached the Dark Lord, crawling forwards to kiss the hem of his robe, then crawling back to their places in the circle, several of them curious about the subdued looking figure standing beside their Lord with the shadow that was cast from the hood of his cloak obscuring his face.

"My Death Eaters!" Voldemort said once they had all gotten back to their place. "You all know of the raid on Azkaban, and how it was a victory for us, regaining several of my faithful. That day was truly joyous to our cause, but today shall be even more so!"

Voldemort motioned for the figure beside him to step forwards and lower their hood. They hesitated for a moment, before complying, revealing his face for all to see, and shocking all of the Death Eaters. It was official now, and there was no turning back at all. Soon the whole world would know it. It would most probably be in the Daily Prophet, and that would be the final nail in his coffin as far as the wizarding public was concerned. Harry Potter had definitely become a Death Eater.

Severus Snape rushed through the halls of Hogwarts in search of Headmaster Dumbledore, his cloak billowing behind him. He already checked the main Order Headquarters, and he hadn't been there, along with several other places the man was likely to be. He was in a rush for a very good reason too. And because of that he didn't quite notice when he almost knocked over the old head of school.

"Whoa, slow down, Severus, my boy. Now what's the rush?"

"Potter… with… Death Eaters…" Snape gasped out, trying to catch his breath and swallowing the saliva that had somehow gotten into his mouth in his haste.

Dumbledore frowned at him. There were two possible things that the phrase Snape had just said could be interpreted as. The first was that Harry Potter had been kidnapped by Death Eaters - which was true, they knew that was pretty much true after what had happened in Azkaban - or that Harry had joined the Death Eaters.

"Severus, what do you mean?" he said gravely, praying he wasn't about to hear the answer he thought he was going to, and that he would be wrong for one of the few times in his life.

Snape slowly caught his breath, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get any message across whilst he was still panting and gasping.

"Potter… Potter has joined the Death Eaters."

Harry lay down on the bed in the room he had been given to stay in. It was small, but he supposed he wouldn't be spending much time in there. He knew that the majority of it would be spent being trained by the Dark Lord, and maybe a few other Death Eaters, probably only the most trusted in the Inner circle.

He shivered slightly. It was cold in the room, but he knew he would get used to it. He could get used to almost all situations if he was in it for long enough. And who knew how long this one would last? No one did really. His life as a Death Eater may never end, what with no one left that could possibly defeat the Dark Lord, his master.

Harry shuddered, and then, as if the gravity of the whole situation had only just hit him when he had thought that he was now a Death Eater and was bound to serve the Dark Lord had only just sunk in, he felt tears leak from his eyes.

Some might wonder why a boy who had suffered so much in his was crying over something that could be described as a tattoo. Those people didn't know the truth. Sure, everyone who knew the hatred that was associated with Dark Mark (similar to that which is though of with the swastika in the muggle world) would possibly understand; if they didn't become blinded by hate themselves, which they surely would do.

Then there are others who would understand why there were tears streaming down his face, though those would mainly be the Death Eaters who were forced into signing up by their families, so they would never truly understand. How could they, when they had never actively fought against Him?

Something's in life are difficult, no one can deny that. Some time's in life are difficult too, and Harry had a feeling that this would be one of those times.

He wiped the tears from his eyes away. They wouldn't help him now. In fact they would probably make things worse since his mark was burning. Voldemort wanted him to go to him.

Lord Voldemort watched as his newest and most valuable recruit walked in, obeying his call. The boy bowed and kept his eyes averted. It could be described as amazing as to how quickly the boy learned some things, such as the proper way for Death Eaters to behave around him.

"Harry Potter," he said slowly, smirking as he noticed how the boy felt uncomfortable in his presence. Well, he would soon learn. "Tell me, do you remember what Dumbledore told you of the prophecy."

"All of it?" he asked, before hastily adding "My Lord." It wouldn't do for him to be killed just yet. He didn't want to die. Not right then.

"Of course all of it!" Voldemort hissed, his anger rising, causing Harry to wince through the connection through the old curse scar. "Why would I tell you to tell me what was said if I didn't mean all of it?!"

Harry gulped. He could see that he would have to be careful about what he said, unless he wished to be on the wrong end of an Avada.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…" he began to recite it from memory. It was so simple that he had instantly memorised it the moment he had heard it. "Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

Harry kept quiet after that, his eyes trained to the ground whilst the Dark Lord thought over what he had recited. Finally, several minutes must have passed at least, Voldemort spoke again.

"Interesting," Voldemort said his voice deceptively calm. "Do you remember the training I told you about last night?"

"Yes, my lord," Harry said simply.

"Good, it will begin at sunrise tomorrow. I will be training you personally. Is that understood?"

"Yes my lord."

Have you ever wondered why when something you are dreading is approaching time seems to speed up and when it arrives times slows down, whilst when you are looking forwards to something else times seems to slow, and then, when it arrives, time speeds up again? This was most certainly true for Harry.

He was dreading the next morning, when his 'training' would begin, yet time seemed to be going at twice normal speed. Before he knew it it was already morning, and his training with Voldemort had started.

"Understand this immediately," said the Dark Lord. "In this room you will learn the darkest magic know to man. It will be hard, it will be dangerous, it will be painful, but you will not give up unless you wish to die in the most painful way that can be thought up, is that clear?"

"Yes my lord," Harry said gloomily. Somehow he wasn't looking forwards to these lessons.

A/N: Well, this is certainly a whole lot longer that chapter 1. In fact, this easily made it past the 1000 word mark. That's pretty much a shock for me, especially since I've written the majority of this quickly, making it up as I go along. But whatever.

Oh! I've just remembered something! In later chapters I may be making Harry and animagi (and I'm not just going to make him the typical clichéd forms that are already out there). If anyone had any suggestions for what then could you please tell me and give me a brief description of what the animal (magical or otherwise) looks like (I don't own a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them). Thank you!

Vegita43: Thank you.

Launigsiae: Yeah, so I am, even if it does mean I'll have more to update.

Khayla: Yeah, I know it was short, but I have loads of trouble writing longer chapters. Just recently I have been managing to write longer ones though.

Joji Sada: Okies!

HAZZAGRIFF: Thanks!

darknessallover: I'll try to make each of the chapters longer.

Ranchan17: Thanks, and I know it was.

The Vampire Story Hunter: Aren't you overreacting just a little?

Hi Im Crazy: It's okay! I'm trying to update them both, but it's hard when my computer time has just been cut practically in half (glares at mother)

jeangab057: Thanks! But it didn't take me that long to get the first chapter out (really).

Nemati: I was already on the Dark side! Just because I haven't written any darkfics before this doesn't mean that I'm not dark!

scholcomp25: Here it is!

Ryua Malfoy: I've already got some plans for what will happen, but I can't exactly reveal them yet. I may become one of those crazy authors who pretty much dooms the world by not having Harry kill Voldemort (one person who I know is reading this fic will know whether that's true or not).

Ossini: Okay!