A/N: This story is a slash fic. If you don't like gay stories or anything remotely representing anything gay then I suggest you LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. Also this is a dark Harry fanfic so please bear with me if it takes a while for me to update this story. Thank you and now without further interruption here is chapter 1 of Should've Done Something But I've Done It Enough.
CHAPTER 1: SHOULD'VE DONE SOMETHING WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE
'That, that, that dumb old fuck! I can't believe he was just using me all these years, because he didn't know how to defeat Voldemort himself.' Saying that Harry was mad would have been the understatement of the year. He was absolutely pissed-the-fuck-off. After being told by Snape to go to the headmaster's office for supposedly blowing up his desk, Harry had gone to the door and heard two voices in the room. He soon found out that the other voice belonged to his head of house Minerva McGonagall.
"Albus are you sure that the boy doesn't know what he's been brought here for, we can't afford to lose Harry's support." Minerva paced around Dumbledore's office with a worried and grim expression on her face. As she passed the length of the room Headmaster Albus Dumbledore looked at his long time friend, confidant, and lover all traces of his infamous twinkle gone from his eyes. "'Nerva everything is going to be fine. Harry has no idea that the Dursely's aren't his biological family and that he's the direct descendant of both Godoric Gryffindor and Salazaar Slytherin. And thank Merlin and whatever Gods there are that he doesn't know that Voldemort himself is his real father!"
Upon hearing this tidbit of information Harry was at first shocked but soon he was absolutely livid. His beautiful trademark green eyes turned to a deep blood red all traces of his pupils gone. He stormed into the headmaster's office surprising both professors. As soon as he got within 15 feet of them Harry unleashed a world of fury throughout the room causing everything to explode into deep dark black flames. All of the alarms in the school went off and all of the teachers headed up to Dumbledore's office only to find that both him and McGonagall already dead.
Everyone seemed to be in shocke at what they saw. When Harry heard the door open he turned around with a manical predaory grin on his face and flicked his eyes and shut the door. Everyone in the room was trapped. The only person whom seemed to be handling everything quite fine was one Severus Snape. He had knew soon enough that harry would find out about what Albus had done to him. He was just so happy. Harry sensed Snape's mood and and arched an eyebrow towards him as if in understanding and agreement. Both of them took out their wands and shouted out the killing curse.
Once everyone was dead they stepped over the bodies of the professors and looked deeply into each others eye (No they aren't going to snog) and Harry grabbed Snape by the neck of his robes and transported themselves to the Dark Lord's lair. Once there every single one of Voldemort's Death Eaters tried to attack Harry but stopped just in time to look into his eyes' they had seen those eyes before. They belonged to their Master's. Once Severus recovered from the unexpected trip he led Harry towards a room at the back of the castle. He knocked upon the door and a snake like voice called out, "You may enter SSSSeverussss."
As soon as the door was opened the Dark Lord was out of his seat in a flash. Harry noted that he had changed some considerably after the last time he saw him. Voldemort now had flowing auburn hair tied back with a silver leather strap. His pale white skin now had a nice creamy white color and his body was that of a 17 year old boy's. In short Voldemort had looked hot as hell. "Mr. Potter to what do I owe thissss pleassssure?", asked Voldemort coming to stand closer to Harry sizing him up. " I'm heer becuase I was just recently informed of who my father was and the evidence seems to be pointing tou you."