Authors Notes: I'm new to fan fiction, please do not kill me if I make any mistakes, just review and tell me, so I know what I'm doing wrong. Thank you, Aerithgainsbrough End of Authors Notes

Disclaimer

I do not own anything of these characters, but I own the plot, and any other characters I decide to make up in the plot line of the stories. I hope you enjoy this first chapter of my story. Thanks.

Chapter One:

Harry's nightmares horrified him when he slept, dreams of Sirius and Cedric, crying for help, and he could never help them. Tears seemed to always fall from his eyes when he awoke screaming for help. He hated these nightmares, but whenever he closed his eyes, his heart filled with hatred for himself, and for the life's he could never save. The first week went by so slow, Harry thought it would never end, the awakenings of these nightmares was starting to get worse, and the Dursley's were just making matters even horribly worse then ever before.

They annoyed Harry, and Harry annoyed them, it was like a war between him and the Dursley's. There happy smiles made him angry, everything about them he hated, and he had soon realized he loathed them. It felt as if another being was controlling his thoughts, and his every move, he hated everything that was around him; he even ignored Hedwig, who hooted at him for attention. He didn't even talk to Ron or Herminie, he had now distanced himself between anyone who had ever cared or meant to him and shut himself up, and it seemed he just threw the key away and never really thought about it again.

He wanted revenge, and Harry knew how to get it and finish the fight. He had to become strong, he had to become powerful, and so he did… He studied dark magic, and every kind he could, everything to him was evil, and even the sunlight burned his eyes now, for he hated everything which was good, he even hated himself. Harry soon realized that the world was a dark place to live, and if you weren't strong enough to defend yourself, you would mainly die.

This is how Harry's world changed, and how he became dark and cruel. His scar burned every day, making his head throb, but it seemed as if the pain didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered…except getting stronger, and getting powerful. So he, Harry Potter, could destroy Voldemort, the one thing standing in his way for greatness, for so much power, that he Voldemort wouldn't even know existed.

But first he must get revenge on everyone who had killed someone in his life; the first person on his list was Bellastring. (I can't spell her name) Harry awoke that Monday morning, and knew where she was, it was like he could smell her, see her, and taste her blood. Harry smiled coldly…

"Time…for…my…revenge…" Harry's voice echoed throughout the house…Hedwig shivered in fear and backed away further into her cage. Harry just smiled coldly and narrowed his eyes.

"What are you scared of bird?" Harry snapped loudly and laughed menially, for he did not care anymore.

He picked up his wand and looked at it, it burned his hands as steam flouted from it, and it was like Harry's touch to anything burned, including his scar. Harry changed into his robes, and packed his things, for he was not coming back here, ever, ever again; and no one could stop him, for what he was doing now was his own choice in life. Dumbledore better mind his own business this time, for this Harry would not even take one look at him before blowing him up in pieces, for this Harry could do that…and maybe I will…