A/N: Here is the next chapter and I hope you enjoy it. Review with questions or comments and I will try and reply to you in the next chapter.

The Silver Serpent: Thank you, I agree the torture was a bit harsh. but is one of those things that just had to be done.

Japanese Jew: Yes I have heard of accidental magic, but to be honest I didn't even consider using it because I have other things lined up for Harry.

Slash&Burn: Thank you, I am glad you liked the abuse portion because as stated it is a key event in this story. As for your question about Tonks being in trouble for what happened you will find out in this chapter, and should answer your question. I can't say whether or not Harry is going to be lord Re... that you will have to wait and see, but I will say that Harry is going to be dark. Hence the title of the fic and the warning about a darker Harry. Also I agree with you, when an author says he/she is going to make Harry dark and then doesn't it is annoying, and I hope that everyone will like my dark harry. He isn't going to be a cold-blooded killer like Voldemort, but he will be dark.

I would like to say thanks to Chelanzar for beta reading this chapter.

Chapter Five: Friend or Foe?

Harry remained lying at the edge of his bed, and was still unconscious, as a soft popping sound echoed in the room. "We have to help him or he will die!" A man said as he cast a levitating spell on Harry to get him into his bed. He then started to cast healing spells on Harry trying to heal his wounds. "Give him the potion, he has lost a lot of blood."

A person dressed in red robes with a golden mask steps forward and attempted to give Harry the potion and after a few seconds the person managed to give him the potion. "Milord why are we saving him, if we are planning to abduct him later?" A female voice asked as she finished giving him the potion.

"I have my reasons for abducting him and I also have my reasons for saving him. Now do not question me again or you will be punished for it!" The man said in a stern tone as he continued to cast healing spells on Harry.

"Sorry milord." The woman said as she stepped back away from Harry and looked down at him. "He is kind of cute, will I get to 'play' with him when we snatch him milord?"

"My dear, this is one toy that you will not get to play with I am afraid, but I promise to get you a good toy to play with." The man said as he finished the healing spells and then he looked at his follower. "Come my dear, we best let him sleep now, he needs his rest."

There is a soft popping sound, once again as the two people leave the room, and leave Harry lying there barely awake. He had caught a glimpse of the people, but he couldn't make out what they had said.

It took another hour for Harry to fully awaken after the brutal beating that he received from his Uncle. When he was fully awake he thought that he had dreamed about the two figures he saw, dressed in red robes with gold masks, but as he slowly moved he found that the pain was gone. The people had to be real, and if it weren't for them he would have surely died from his injuries.

'Who were they? Were they friend or foe?' Harry thought as he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling above him.

The torture that Harry received that night was the beginning of what was to come. Vernon had forgot all about the warning that he was given by the Order members, and was even worse than he had been before. Harry was once again a slave to the Dursleys and at night Vernon would whip him if he did not do exactly what he was told to do. Even when he did do what he was told, he was still punished by Vernon just for being a burden and a freak. When the torture was too severe and life threatening, a figure dressed in red robes would appear and heal him like the person had done the first night he was left for dead.

'Why haven't any of the Order members tried to help me? Surely they have realized that something was wrong when I quit sending them letters. Even if that wasn't enough to get their attention, surely Tonks told them about what had happened.' Harry thought after being healed the last time as he lay on his bed still recovering from a brutal whipping. "Tonks said that she was my friend, but yet she has done nothing to help me! Do I have any friends left in the world? Why must I suffer this way?" Harry said weakly as he looked at the ceiling.

As Harry stared at the ceiling, not willing to move he heard a soft popping sound as the person once again came into his room. "Oh you're awake Harry." Came a soft and caring female voice.

"Who are you?" Harry asked as he looked at the lady dressed in the red robes with a golden mask covering her face.

"My name is not important, what is important is that you are regaining your strength. My lord was afraid that this latest beating took a great deal out of you." The woman said as she sat down on the edge of Harry's bed and looked at him through the holes in her mask.

"Your lord? Are you a Death Eater?" Harry asked a bit scared, but he knew better but wanted to make sure.

The female laughed at Harry's question. "No, Harry, I am not a Death Eater, and I do not follow Lord Voldemort."

Harry looked a bit shocked, not so much that the woman said she wasn't a Death Eater, but he was shocked that she had said Voldemort's name. "You said Voldemort! Nobody, but me and Dumbledore say his name."

The woman laughed again as she slid her hand up Harry's leg. "All shall be revealed in time Harry, but for now you should rest. My lord would not like it if he knew I was keeping you from healing properly."

"Please, don't leave." Harry begged as he looked at the lady sitting on his bed. He didn't know her, but she was the only one to visit him, that wasn't one of his relatives. "I could really use a friend right now."

The woman seemed a little shocked by this comment as she ran her hand more up and down Harry's leg. "You consider me a friend and yet you do not know me, why?"

"Because you have cared for me after each brutal beating that left me on the brink of death. So even if I don't know who you are under that mask, you are the closest thing to a friend I have had in weeks." Harry said as he looked at the woman.

"I am sorry Harry that you feel like you have no friends, but I am sure that there is at least one person out there that sees you as a friend." The woman said in a caring and gentle tone.

"Yeah right! Dumblefuck is so bloody blind that he doesn't even realize the hell that I am going through here. When I get out of here, I am going to personally see to it that he gets what is coming to him!" Harry said in a demented way and had a sneer upon his face. "As for my other friends that is a joke! Not one of them have written me all summer, and the one person I thought cared turned out not to care at all!" Harry said in a depressed tone.

The woman looked down at Harry feeling really badly for him as he lay there on his bed. "Harry I am sure one day you will find out what all has happened. My lord is planning on taking you from this place soon, but for now I really must be going."

Harry's face went pale as he lost all hope and then he spoke in a mumbled voice. "Okay if you must, but will you tell me who your lord is?"

"I am sorry I can't say any more Harry, but soon all will be revealed." The woman said and then stood up from the bed and made her way towards the door. "I will see you again Harry." With that there was a soft pop as the woman disappeared.

Harry laid there on his bed after watching the woman Apparate out of the room. "I thought I had finally found a friend, but maybe she is just here because she has to be. Why is it every time I think I find a friend who will care about me, they turn out to be someone just following some else's orders!"

As Harry is musing about his lack of friends a small brown owl with black spots came flying into his room through his open window. The owl landed by Harry and stuck out its leg.

Harry quickly took the note from the owl and watched as the owl flew off out his window again. Harry open the note written on flashy pink parchment and about fainted when he saw whom it was from.

Wotcher Harry,

I am so sorry for not writing you sooner, but things have been really hectic since that day we spoke. In fact Dumbledore has been absolutely irate about me being found out and has been making me do all sorts of mission for the Order outside London.

It is really strange, Harry, I remember talking to you in the front yard after you found out I was there, but everything after that is blank. The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Dumbledore told me that I was found lying on the sidewalk outside your house, unconscious. He believed that I was attacked or something, but Snape assured him that no Death Eaters attacked me, and that he believed I tripped over my own feet and knocked myself out.

Harry, I hate to ask, but you're the only one that might know. Harry can you tell me what happened between the time we spoke and the time that I was knocked unconscious? I wish I could write more, but I have to get back to work. Hope to see you soon and be good.

Love,

Tonks

Harry couldn't believe what he had read, all this time he thought that Tonks forgot about him or that she wasn't his friend. Now he finds out that she has no memory of what happened with her encounter with Vernon. "How did Tonks lose her memory? I know she hit the sidewalk hard, but not nearly hard enough to obliviate her memories from her mind. Wait a minute!" Harry stopped musing aloud and went deep into thought. "What if someone obliviated her mind, and made her forget about the attack. Why would anyone want to do that though, better yet who could have done something like that?"

Harry fell asleep a little while after the reading the note from Tonks, he was feeling a bit more relaxed too after reading it, so he fell asleep easily.

Harry found himself in darkness and then a moment later the darkness gave way to a path of light. The woman that had appeared in Harry's dream a few nights ago had returned and was standing right on the path of light.

Harry stood staring at the woman for a moment before he managed to find his voice. "Who are you and why are you doing this to me?"

The woman looked at Harry for a moment as if sizing him up before she spoke in a soft and subtle tone. "I am here to help you Harry, before it is too late. My name is Serena Ravenclaw, and I am what some call a watcher."

Harry still looked a bit confused as he looked at the woman. "A watcher?"

"Yes Harry a watcher, which means that I am not to intervene in the matters of mortals, but I couldn't just sit back and watch events unfold as they have." Serena said in a calm and gentle tone.

"You mean the event that you showed me in my dream?" Harry asked, though he was sure that is what she meant.

"Yes that was just one possible future that I have seen. Harry you must not allow Lord Rettop to come to power. If he does he will equal, or be even worse than that of Lord Voldemort."

"Lord Rettop? Who is this lord? I haven't heard about him." Harry said. Surely she wasn't speaking of the man who had come and saved him from death. 'Surely a man as evil as she says would not save a puny boy like him.' Harry thought as he looked at Serena.

Serena looked at Harry knowing pretty well what he was thinking. "Harry do not fall for his deceptions. Lord Rettop may act like a nice man, but when he comes to power he will not be so caring."

"When will he come to power?"

Serena looked a bit concerned as she looked at Harry. "I have told you too much already, but Harry you must listen to what I have said. Do not believe what you hear and do not give in to the darkness for it will consume you and the whole world if you do! Lord Rettop is evil and must not be allowed to come to power again!"