Passing the point of no return, Harry betrays all with four simple words. 'My life is yours,' and darkness consumes his very soul.
A/N: I own nothing this is all J.K.R.'s, what a brilliant mind she has.
Chapter Eighteen – Betrayal by All
Nearly two months had passed since Harry had said 'yes' to Lord Voldemort's request and it had been a time of amazing peace and clarity for Harry. As for the rest of the world, nothing had changed. For the first time in his life, he almost felt like a normal teenager. At least as normal as one could be, with being watched constantly.
The Dark Magic that was still, and probably always would, remain as part of him, had abated weeks ago. Allowing him to appear normal and gain back some semblance of freedom. Though, he could never gain back the trust he had lost. Not that he was sure that he wanted it any more. He was almost to the point of not caring. The Order of the Phoenix and the staff of Hogwarts reminded Harry daily, with their eyes alone, that he was not trusted. He was becoming overly frustrated with both. Everyone watched him, but no one would look him directly in his eyes, even when speaking directly to him. They were scared of him, and it saddened and angered Harry greatly.
Harry's eyes had slowly returned to their normal emerald green by the end of that weekend. Unless someone looked closely, no one could see the mark of darkness that still lingered there. Only Ginny Weasley seemed to have noticed the specks of red, and she hadn't until two weeks ago. Harry hadn't spoken to her since, as she seemed to be avoiding him.
Voldemort hadn't made any moves for or against Harry. Even the curse seem to have been lifted. He was able to be with his friends again, which he was grateful for. However, he scarcely had time, as they dove deeper into the school year, his course load had increased amazingly and he seemed to find himself boggled down with tasks whenever he thought that he had a moment of free time to himself. It seemed as if the Hogwarts staff were trying to keep him overly busy.
Merlin's Diaries still hadn't returned to him, but Harry still retained all of the knowledge of them, so it wasn't such a huge loss. The knowledge that he had gained from the diaries was becoming increasingly helpful in the D.A, which had been opened to all students in all houses, provided that they were at least in third year, a stipulation of Dumbledore's. There was now over one hundred members and the lessons had been moved to the Great Hall and was being supervised regularly by Professor Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick or a begrudging Professor Snape.
It was at the last D.A. lesson, the night before Halloween, which found Harry walking amongst the students. He was supervising their progress on an advanced shielding charm. Harry was pleased to see that most of the students had nearly mastered it. He tied back his seemingly, ever-growing hair again, as the silky yet, unruly strands, kept falling out of the twine that he regularly used. He was just walking by Hermione's group when he saw that they were amongst those that weren't quite getting the hang of the charm. Surprisingly it was the sixth and seventh year members that were having the most difficult time with it. The younger years had gotten it nearly immediately and Harry now realized, like a flick of a wand why that was.
Harry walked into the middle of the group and faced Hermione. "Hermione, attack me!" he demanded, and it seemed that everyone stopped to look and see what his purpose was.
"What?" Hermione asked startled at the suddenness of Harry's proclamation. He had done this to other students, but not to Hermione.
"Throw at me your most powerful Bludgeon," Harry stated simply, waiting.
"No Harry, it'll kill you!" Hermione protested loudly.
Harry grew frustrated. If she couldn't attack her friends, how was she to protect herself. "Curse me 'Mione. Or are you afraid… Mudblood?" Harry provoked her and several people around gasped.
"I can't believe you just said that!" Hermione shouted in anger and cast the spell unintentionally. In effect, that was what Harry wanted.
It hit Harry's shield with a thunderous gong like sound inches from his face and the force of the impact pushed Harry several feet back. It was ten times more stronger then it normally would have been, it was harnessed Accidental Magic, and Harry had gotten his point across. Harry smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, even as Hermione quivered and began apologizing profusely.
"Accidental Magic," Harry spoke loudly, over Hermione's apologies, "Can be infinitely more powerful then focused magic. That nearly broke through my shield, well done Hermione, and sorry about the Mudblood remark… Accidental Magic is what makes these shields so powerful. It is also, why the younger years seem to be able to create it more proficiently. They are still used to casting Accidental Magic, making it easier to harness. My suggestion it that anyone still having trouble with this charm try performing Accidental Magic; you may find that it will help you understand how to make the shield much more powerful," Harry told the large class that seem to hang on his every word. "Practice this! In our next lesson, I want to see everyone able to perform this shield. Class dismissed."
Harry waited until everyone had filed from the hall before he collapsed to his knees, and Snape, who had been observing this lesson, came to loom over him with a sneer on his face. "How's your head, Potter?" Snape said sarcastically.
Harry rolled his eyes before he pushed himself sluggishly to his feet, his head pounding. "It kills me to ask, but Madam Pomfrey'll execute me if I go to her for another remedy. You don't happen to have a headache potion on you?"
Snape's sneer deepened. He was getting much pleasure in seeing Harry suffer, yet again. "You've brought it upon yourself, Potter. As much as I hate to say it, Miss Granger is a talented witch, and you are just giving her power to throw behind her talent. I'm curious, are you going to come away injured every D.A. meeting, just too make sure your friends are powerful enough to protect themselves?"
"If that is what it takes," Harry whispered before he turned and flicked his wand to right all of the house tables, and put them back to where they belonged. Harry turned back to Snape. "Why do you care what I do anyways? None of it affects you."
"The evening that you were hit with the magic in the Heir's book, you had a look in your eyes, as you left the Headmaster's office. As if, you had done something truly terrible. And I'm not speaking of fusing yourself with Dark Magic, Potter. I'm speaking of something that you will eternally regret for the rest of your life. I've seen and held that look before, and you've had it ever since," Snape's words didn't come out in a sneer, they were completely serious, calm even. Harry angrily wondered why he brought this up now, nearly two months later.
Harry growled irritably and turned away from Snape. "Leave it alone, Professor. You were lucky, you came away from that ordeal with barely a slap on your wrist. I have been watched ever since. Dumbledore doesn't trust me anymore, he barely even looks at me, but too make sure that I'm not turning dark."
Snape grabbed hold of Harry's shoulder and spun him back to face him. "What has you so scared Harry, for your friends, for yourself?"
"I've got a bloody lunatic out to kill me and anyone I care about! Don't you think I have a right to be scared, just a little," Harry said with sarcasm dripping from his words as he pulled his shoulder out of Snape's grasp. "Do not touch me again." Harry started to walk away but turned back abruptly. "I think you'd have some idea of what has me so scared if the Dark Lord were to find out about your marriage to Lyndira Friedens," Harry snapped at him, just before leaving the Great Hall to return to Slytherin, leaving Snape struggling not to curse him again.
That night Harry had disturbing images plague his dreams for the third night in a row. He had ignored them thus far, but he couldn't ignore them any longer. Voldemort hadn't entered his mind in the near two months, since he had agreed to join him, but Harry wasn't foolish enough to believe that this would last forever. The images of his friends' torture and deaths, were a warning not to cross him. Harry took the warning quite seriously, as he stayed up without sleep for another night.
Harry flew lazily around the Quidditch pitch, early the next morning. An abnormal fog covered the grounds of Hogwarts, allowing Harry to loose himself in the cool, white mist, which seemed to embrace him. The sun barely filtered through, casting shadows over everything. Harry of course had a minder as he always did, but he doubted that whoever it was that was watching him, could see him through the soup, that seemed to converge over the pitch in particular. Harry dropped down into a steep dive as he spotted a shadowed figure moving through the lower stands. As Harry righted himself and got closer to the dark figure, he could see that the person was motioning for him.
Harry looked around him. They were alone on the pitch, so he landed gracefully next to the cloaked person. This was someone that he had barely seen in the last few days, but for classes. Actually, Harry didn't even remember seeing him come back to the dormitories last night. Harry sat down beside him and leaned his back against the wooden bench behind him. "What do you want Malfoy," Harry said calmly with a hint of a smirk on his lips, the smirk vanished as Draco Malfoy turned serious eyes on him. So this was it, his time of peace was over. Harry felt a suddenly constricting fear grip at him.
"I hope you know what you are doing, Potter," Draco said before placing a smooth black stone into the palm of Harry's hand. "That will activate one hour before the Halloween Feast tonight. I suggest that you are not around people when it does. It would not do for Dumbledore to notice you gone."
Harry shot his head up. "Tonight, but if I don't show up at the feast…"
"We should be back long before then. Make an excuse to be alone, the library tends to work for me," Draco said before standing. "And Harry, know from experience, that the Dark Lord does not forgive easily. It would not do to cross him."
Malfoy stalked away disappearing into the fog. Harry looked down at the smooth stone and ran his thumb over it. "I hope I know what I'm doing to," he whispered to himself before mounting his broom again and flying out of the pitch, his fear growing even more.
Harry landed, and taking his broom with him, went to the Great Hall for breakfast. This day he would have to appear as normal as possible, if he had any hope of throwing off his minder of the day. Harry placed his broom on the floor under the table as he sat down across from Blaise. Harry suddenly wondered if Blaise was going to be there that night. If Malfoy was, certainly Blaise and Snape would be too, and they would give him up to Dumbledore in a heartbeat, panic started to seep over Harry.
Harry side glanced at Draco, who caught his eye movements before he glanced up at Snape at the staff table. Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Harry, and glanced towards the door and back. Years of glaring daggers at one another seemed to have paid off. They knew how to read each other's eyes very well.
Harry after a few minutes threw down his muffin and stood from the table, taking his Firebolt with him. "So Malfoy, you coming to the pitch or what, we've got twenty minutes before class. There's this maneuver that I really think you should be aware of before the game on Sunday," Harry said loud enough for others around him too look up in interest. Not very tactful but it gave them the excuse to leave Dumbledore's watchful gaze.
Draco stood. "Whatever Potter, it better be good, if we're going to beat Gryffindor. Just let me get my broom and I'll meet you there."
Harry walked out of the Hall, following near on his heals was Draco. Close behind was Harry's shadow, but not close enough. As soon as Harry reached the first set of deserted classrooms, Harry pulled Draco into one and shut and locked the door behind them.
Harry turned to Draco. "There's something that you should be aware of, if you're not already. Snape and Zabini are spies for the Order. I'll be turned over to Dumbledore the second we get back," there was real concern in Harry's voice. He was giving up Zabini and Snape's positions to save his own. But Harry reasoned with himself. His position was much more useful then theirs ever could be, though Harry was also forfeiting their lives and he did have a twinge of guilt for Zabini at least.
"Relax Potter. I know, and the Dark Lord knows all of this as well. Do you really think they'd be alive if they weren't still of some use to him? My father's a member of the inner circle. You'll find I know everything." Draco said with a smug smile on his pail face. "As for you, we have that covered. You will arrive before them, and will be hidden in Death Eater robes before they even get there. They may suspect, but they will not know for sure. The Dark Lord is now taking precocious for all new Death Eaters." Draco pulled back the sleeve of his robe to reveal a blemish free left arm, and then with a wave of his hand, the Dark Mark appeared, it wasn't as red as Zabini's, but it was definitely as new. "It's a glamour, not even Dumbledore can break it," Malfoy explained as he made the mark disappear again. "Revealing it only works if you already have the mark."
A small smile came to Harry's lips, he may be able to get away with this after all. Now all he had to do was fool the Dark Lord, not exactly easy, but he could do it. He was determined to find Lord Voldemort's weakness. Harry suddenly looked behind him at the sound of the click of the lock on the door. It swung open just as Harry began to pull his wand from his robes. Amazingly, Draco stopped him just as Ron entered the classroom.
"Harry, why are you locked in a classroom with Malfoy?" Ron asked after he was all the way in the room, he had a look of disgust on his freckled face.
"I…" began Harry, but Draco interrupted.
"What, Weasley, afraid of Harry giving away little Gryffindor Quidditch secrets?" Malfoy sneered.
"Harry would never do that, he's a Gryffindor. They don't betray their friends for Slytherins," Ron growled.
Harry sighed and looked away from his best friend. "I'm sorry Weasley. I'm a Slytherin now. I want to play for a winning team."
"I don't believe this. What's happened to you in the last couple months?" Ron's angry question shocked Harry. He'd thought he had hidden the changes in him well enough. It was a change that Harry was well aware off, but hadn't really fully excepted.
"I grew up, and found out what's really important to me, along the way."
Ron threw up his arms and started to storm from the room. He turned back with fire in his eyes. "You better be prepared to loose on Sunday, Potter, Malfoy. Because we're going to drive Slytherin into the ground. I won't even bother shaking your hand on Sunday, Malfoy. You and your team don't deserve that kind of courtesy," Ron seethed before he stormed out of the classroom slamming the door behind him.
Harry angrily dragged his hand through his hair. He had a feeling that he had just lost Ron as a friend and he knew soon to follow, would be Hermione, and Ginny, and the rest of his Gryffindor friends. This was never what he wanted but he had a mission, and he had to stick to it now, no matter what it may cost him emotionally.
Malfoy slapped Harry on the back, "Well done Potter. I don't think I've ever seen Weasley so riled. So about those little Gryffindor Quidditch secrets…"
"Bugger off Malfoy, do you really think that they have Quidditch secrets?" Harry rolled his eyes, before he moved to leave Draco. "I'll see you in class, you want Quidditch secrets, read Quidditch Through The Ages. It's where Ron gets all of his stuff," Harry said just before leaving the classroom to return his broom to his room and grab his books for class.
By lunch, Harry was too nervous to eat, but for normalcy sake, he joined Malfoy in the Great Hall and pretend to eat while he watch Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye. Dumbledore was watching him intently. Did he know? Impossible, the only other person who knew he was joining the ranks of the Death Eaters that night, other then the Dark Lord himself, was Draco. And Draco had too much self-preservation to blab to anyone about it.
A soft voice beside Harry startled him from staring up at the head table. "Relax Potter, only a few more hours and this day will be over. I was nervous my first time too."
"It's not that Draco. Dumbledore's been staring at me all of lunch. He knows something. I just know it," Harry whispered back. His fear had abated somewhat during the day, but now it had returned with full force. Was he really doing the right thing.
"Of course he knows something, he always knows something, and he always stares at you. Relax and eat something. You're being paranoid. Appear normal or he'll never let you out of his sight," Draco hissed before returning to his food as if they had never had this conversation.
Harry struggled to force a few bites of food down his throat, but was more then happy when his dorm mates finished there own food, and he could escape with them back to the dormitories. They didn't have any afternoon classes, as a treat for it being Halloween.
Harry lounged around the common room, with other Slytherins, for the remainder of the afternoon. It was nearing four thirty and the feast was at six, when Draco stood up from one of the plush armchairs by the fireplace.
"I'm going to the library till the feast, anyone care to join?" No one spoke up and Draco left with his book bag slung over his shoulder.
It was then that Harry started to notice others, mostly six and seventh years, some fifth, start to disband quietly from their groups. They all were making excuses that would have them left alone until the feast. It was now or never. Harry needed to find a way to ditch his shadow, who he knew had eyes in Slytherin. Harry stood up and stretched. He meandered around the room for half a minute, before he slipped out of the common room and into the deserted hall. Harry walked down the hall a ways until he noticed his minder. It was Tonks, though Harry pretended not to notice her. He was definitely being watched tonight and rather sneakily at that. They obviously didn't want him to know.
Harry turned down another corridor and that was when he had an idea of how to get rid of Tonks. He stopped in front of a portrait of a bowl of fruit and tickled the pair. The portrait door swung open and Harry stepped in. Dozens of House Elves greeted him with large smiles as many more were working on preparing the feast for the night.
"Harry Potter Sir, is come to see Dobby, Sir?" A very familiar House Elf said as way of a greeting.
"Hello Dobby, you think you can help me with something?"
"Anything for Harry Potter, Sir," the Elf squeaked.
"I think there is someone following me around school. I've been trying for hours to be left alone so that I can do Professor Snape's essay for class tomorrow. But I keep feeling like I'm being watched, and I can't concentrate…"
"Dobby is helping Harry Potter be left alone, Sir. Dobby is knowing how mean Master Professor Snape's can be when students don't gets their school works done, so Dobby is helping Harry Potter Sir."
"Thank you Dobby. I think they are hiding out in the hall waiting for me. I'm going back to my dormitory, can you stop them from following me, and keep them busy until at least the feast. It should give me the time to complete Professor Snape's essay," Harry said with a smile on his face.
"Yes, Dobby is helping Harry Potter Sir, Dobby is good House Elf, Dobby is. You is finishing Master Professor Snape's work with no interruptions," Dobby said as he and several House Elves followed Harry out of the kitchens, giving Harry a few goodies to take with him. Harry almost felt bad for Tonks as he disappeared down the hall with no intension of returning to the common room. He only felt a little guilty about using Dobby.
Harry looked around him several times before he slipped into a classroom that looked like it hadn't been used for at least a decade. He closed the door and leaned against it while he fingered the cold black stone in his pocket, and waited for time to laps. He couldn't believe that he was going to do this, if anyone found out, they'd hate him forever. He was betraying them all, but really who did he have left to betray?
After a while, Harry looked at his watch and pulled the smooth stone from his pocket, his hand shaking slightly. One minute left. Fear again gripped at Harry… thirty seconds. Harry closed his first around the stone. He had resolved himself, he was going to do this… fifteen seconds. He threw up and extra layer to his occlumency shield… five seconds… two seconds. Harry closed his eyes as he felt the familiar tug behind the navel. When he opened his eyes, it was to a smug Draco Malfoy, holding up a set of black silk robes and a white mask.
"Welcome Potter, to Slytherin Manor," Malfoy gave Harry a dashing smile before he threw the robes and mask at Harry. Harry caught them easily. It seemed the moment he had landed in the room, all his fear had disappeared. "Hurry up and change, the others will be here any moment."
Harry ripped off his Slytherin outer robes, revealing his black t-shirt and black cargo pants underneath. He slipped the silky Death Eater robes on and pulled back his hair into a tight ponytail. Harry put the mask on over his face, which Harry was pleased to see hid his scar. As he looked in the mirror, that hung over a mantle, on the other side of the room. He pulled the hood up over his hair just as Draco was doing the same with his own silky robes. Harry stared at himself with resolve in his emerald eyes, his mother's eyes. Harry turned away before he was too disgusted with himself.
"Come, Potter, just do as I say, and you'll be fine," Malfoy said over his shoulder, as he lead Harry out of the room.
Harry followed Draco into a large anti chamber that opened up into an even larger hall, which looked like a ballroom. Whatever Harry had imagined, he hadn't imagined this. He thought that a more sinister setting should have greeted him. But it wasn't sinister at all. It was almost, pretty. At the head of the hall was a set of three throne like chairs, two of which were smaller then the other. The ballroom was nearly the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, and gold and silver decorated and glistened off the fancy walls, definitely not sinister.
Malfoy led him to the front of the rapidly filling room, to a very small group of Death Eaters, six in all. "These are new recruits, they will also be receiving their marks tonight. I can't tell you much, but you will each have a task to perform in front of the others, to prove your loyalty. I suggest you do whatever the Dark Lord wants. It'll be easier on you," Draco looked over his shoulder briefly before turning back. "I have to go join my father. Remember, when the Dark Lord arrives, kneel and do not raise you head," Malfoy gave one last warning before disappearing into the sea of black robes and white masks. Harry then wondered, why it was Draco informing him of these things, and not one of the senior Death Eaters.
Harry felt Voldemort arrive before anyone saw him, and he was the first to kneel, as pain exploded from his scar, forcing him to do so. It took many deep breaths not to scream out, as others fell to their knees as well, with the appearance of the snake like Dark Lord.
"Welcome my Death Eaters to another Halloween Celebration. Welcome my new followers. Tonight you join the elite of societies. You will gain family here, you will gain knowledge, and above all, you will gain power beyond anything you could ever comprehend," Voldemort's words were like liquid silk, welcoming, but ice cold to those that would dare stand against him and fear and doubt ran down Harry's spine. "Bellatrix, bring fourth the new recruits."
Bellatrix Lestrange stepped forward, she looked just like any other Death Eater with her robes covering her figure. But the way she held herself and walked, it could be no other. Harry saw red but he quelled the impulse and remained where he was. If he could stand in front of Voldemort and receive the Dark Mark, he could control his urge to kill her.
"Arise and come forward," Bellatrix commanded the seven of them that knelt off to the side, in the front row.
Harry stood with the others and stepped forward, towards the smirking Dark Lord. At Bellatrix' command, he knelt back down with the others, feet from Lord Voldemort.
"Before you receive the Mark of Slytherin and with it the Mark of a Death Eater, each one of you must prove your fidelity to me now, before your brethren," Voldemort hissed, and the entire hall seemed to shift in anticipation. "Arise to perform your task as your name is called."
Harry waited as patiently as he could, as Bellatrix called one by one the list of new recruits. Harry's uncertainty rose as each performed their given task. Most had to kill or curse a Muggle or captured Auror. Harry figured he could handle this, but he was certain that Voldemort would want more from him. He just prayed that it wasn't something that he couldn't give. Of course then there was the other matter, Bellatrix was calling their names and having them remove their masks as they came forward. He was going to be exposed. At last, what seemed hours later, Harry's wait was over. He was the last, Voldemort had done this on purpose, and the others were back to kneeling before their soon to be master.
"Arise and come forward," Voldemort beckoned Harry, and Bellatrix stepped aside with what looked like doubt in her eyes.
Harry stood, quelling his nerves with the Dark Magic that was ever lingering inside him. He took a step forward and nodded his head to Voldemort, who surprised many and nodded back with an icy smile on his deformed face.
"You understand I ask more of you?" Voldemort hissed in Parseltongue, which surprised none.
But many heads shot up when Harry answered back in the same language. "Yes, my Lord."
"You don't have to kill or torture to prove yourself to me, there is something greater that I demand of you. Prove your loyalty to me, now," these last words were spoken in English.
"Yes, my Lord," Harry answered, also in English, he already knew what his true task would be. It was something Voldemort craved, but it would involve him taping into his dark magic, and it would be draining.
But he would prove his loyalty first. Harry had a smidgen of doubt, but hardened himself to his task. For what he was about to do would give him away anyways, Harry pulled his mask off and lowered his hood, and then he turned to the crowd. There were many gasps, some even stood up and pointed wands at him. Harry ignored it all, as red, from the Dark Magic that he was calling forth, seeped back into his eyes. Harry clenched his hand into the air and a figure was pulled from the crowd and forced to his knees at the Dark Lord's feet. Harry pulled the mask off the man's face and looked up to Voldemort, unwaveringly.
"Severus Snape is a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. He answers to the fool Dumbledore and he cannot lie to him, as he is under a Truth Incantation," Harry revealed the one fact that he knew Voldemort could not know. As only the caster, or someone who has seen the caster use it, could reveal the spell. The person under it does not even remember being put under the Incantation until revealed to them.
"Crucio!" Voldemort hissed and Snape bowed to pain as a scream with ripped from his lungs. The Dark Lord lifted the curse moments afterwards. "I will allow you the pleasure of his death, Harry Potter," Voldemort whispered.
Harry smiled, oh how he'd love to, but not today. Harry had other plans for his professor. "I thank you, my Lord, but I have another gift for you, and I still think that Severus Snape can be of use," Harry looked down to the man that was still recovering from the Cruciatus Curse and glaring daggers up at him. He showed no remorse as he looked back up to Voldemort.
Voldemort looked for a moment, as if he were thinking about this. "Very well Mr. Potter. It seems it is your lucky day, Severus. Lucius, come collect Severus Snape and hold him till the end of the ceremony. I will deal with him then," Lucius Malfoy did as commanded and physically dragged Snape back into the lines of Death Eaters. "Now, Harry, what is your gift?" There was true curiosity in the Dark Lords eyes.
Harry smiled and then concentrated on the link that he had just uncovered in the folds of Dark Magic. He hadn't expected it there, but it brought more of an advantage for him. Harry felt resistance, but he forced his power through the book and shattered whatever wards had surrounded it. Seconds later, Harry held the tainted Heir's Diary, as it appeared with a shimmer into his hands. He found himself on one knee as he clutched it to him, and steadied himself. After getting to his feet again, Harry held out the tomb to Voldemort.
"The Hidden Diary of Salazar Slytherin, my Lord, disguised by my ancestress," Harry whispered, just slightly out of breath, as he handed the book willingly to Voldemort, with no thought of what he was giving him. Voldemort flipped through the pages briefly. He held open the book to the spell, which he could not perform on himself, with a glint of longing in his eyes.
"No need, my Lord, I know every word," Harry whispered before he closed his eyes and began a mantra of Parseltongue in his head.
Somehow, when he had come here tonight, he knew he'd be using this spell to buy his way into Voldemort's circle. When Harry finished the mantra, he opened his eyes, which held very little color, other then a deep garnet red. Voldemort stood across from him with his eyes closed, completely trusting. If Harry thought that he could get out of there alive, he would have killed the Dark Lord right then, but instead he thrust his magic forward into Voldemort completing the spell to give Voldemort back his original form.
Deep purple light shot out of Harry's hands and into the Dark Lord. He was engulfed momentarily, and when the magic abated, Tom Riddle stood before them, looking much the same as his projection to Harry. Harry was once again on one knee, but this time he was sweating profusely and breathing heavily as he looked up to the new image of the Dark Lord. The image of the Dark Lord, who was more like the man that had murdered his mother, and tried to murder him and his father. Anger and hatred ran like ice through his veins but disappeared as Voldemort spoke.
"I thank you for your gifts Harry Potter, now receive mine."
Harry bowed his head in defeat as darkness over came every good part of him. He had lost everything, every moral value that had once made him a Gryffindor worthy of Godric Gryffindor's sword. He had lost the respect and friendship of those that he had held most dear in his life. He had lost everyone's trust with all the lies and betrayal. Above all, he had lost himself to the Darkness that consumed him. If anyone were to ask him who he was, he would have said that he was no longer Harry Potter, he was the Heir of Slytherin. He looked slowly back up to Voldemort, a determined fire in his Dark Magic, saturated eyes. 'Don't take the mark, don't bow down to darkness,' lingering good thoughts screamed. Harry shoved them away.
"My life is yours," Harry said in a barely audible whisper that at the same time reverberated around the room more loudly, then Harry thought possible. Harry held out his bare left forearm to the Dark Lord. This was his choice.
Voldemort lowered his wand at Harry with a smirk on his now perfect, handsome face. "Mors Mordre Addo!"
As soon as the spell left the Dark Lord's wand, Harry's brother wand, Harry felt a tingling sensation run down his forearm, which immediately turned into the worst pain that Harry had ever felt in his life. Harry clutched at his left arm, his nails digging into his flesh, at the same time he clenched his teeth together trying to suppress the scream that was already emerging from his throat.
Thankfully, the pain was brief. Harry had expected to feel weak after that, but it left Harry more alert and full of energy then he had ever been before. Harry had his breathing under control by the time Voldemort had begun and finished placing the marks on the other six new Death Eaters. Harry watched them go through what he had just experienced, and it pleased him to see it. He turned his eyes back to Voldemort, who didn't seem strained in the least by the power he had used that night. It gave Harry a sense of awe, and a sense of wanting that power.
As soon as the last of them had become stable again, Voldemort spoke. "Arise my Death Eaters and welcome your new," Voldemort said to the general public, before he turned to Harry. "Come my son, we have three betrayers to take care of this night, before I can allow you and your friends to return to school."
Harry followed the Dark Lord, forcing himself past his sudden hesitation. 'I am not your son! Son…? Father...? Dad I'm sorry… Harry darkly suppressed his own far away thoughts. "Three, my Lord?" Harry questioned aloud.
"Yes," Voldemort sneered. "Dumbledore has taken my more loyal servants and turned them against us."
Blaise… Harry played dumb as he continued to follow Voldemort until they were in the room that Harry had arrived in only. Harry glanced at his watch, an hour and a half ago! Dumbledore was sure to notice the book missing by now, and definitely notice him missing with the several other Slytherin's as well. "The feast…" Harry whispered unwisely but was relieved at Voldemort's almost kind words to him.
"Calm yourself, Harry, Professor Snape will take care of Dumbledore as he always does. Won't you Severus?" Voldemort hissed and Snape glared up at Harry with contempt in his onyx eyes. "You see Harry, Severus is not going to remember being here tonight at all, nor will Mr. Zabini. They will remain absolutely loyal to me. As they always do. Severus Snape here is going to remember leaving to come to this meeting but run into Mr. Zabini running out of the forest for his dear life. He is going to remember finding Harry Potter unconscious and barely breathing with several other students, who are in the same condition. Not one of them will know what has happened to them. The last thing they remember is leaving the Dungeons as a group to go to the feast. Isn't that right, Severus, Blaise?"
"You can Obliviate me as many times as you'd like Voldemort but I will still remain loyal to Albus Dumbledore," Snape spat from his servitudes position on his knees, and Harry was quite surprised that the man didn't try to deny the whole thing. Blaise on the other hand, had unimaginable fear in his eyes and wisely remained silent as Snape was put under Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse again.
Voldemort lifted the curse. "Oh Severus, how many times have we gone through this conversation. If you were not more loyal and useful then you believe you are, I would have killed you many years ago. Obliviate!" Both Snape and Zabini went from raging with contempt to passive in a matter of seconds. "That, Mr. Potter, is how you deal with your more useful traitors."
Harry smiled as he stared down at his barely aware Head of House, but was interrupted in his thoughts of all the possibilities of what he could make the man do, by Voldemort's hand on his shoulder.
"Come my boy, I have a gift for you." Harry followed Voldemort from the room and into a long dark corridor. "Now I'm sure that you would have wanted me to give you Bella, but she is loyal to me still," Voldemort whispered as he steered Harry into a plain, furniture free room, where a man was huddled in a corner of the room.
"Pettigrew!" seethed Harry as he moved further into the room and his eyes blazed with hatred.
The rat like man crawled away from the corner and towards Harry and Voldemort. "My Lord, p-please, you know I'd never betray y-you, I was telling t-the truth," Peter Pettigrew, Wormtail, sniveled like the rat he was.
"You have leave to kill him, this man has betrayed me for the last time," Voldemort sneered.
Harry looked down to the rodent of a man, he knew Voldemort was testing him, but Harry didn't care. He looked up to the Dark Lord. "What did he do?" It probably was not the wisest to question a mad man's reasons on wanting someone dead, but Voldemort just smiled.
"He tried to get out of my service by going into hiding, he got caught. Apparently, someone else has him scared enough to turn against me," Voldemort replied, before his smile suddenly faded. "I am waiting, Mr. Potter. It is time to take revenge on the man that has betrayed your entire family."
Harry looked back down at Pettigrew and the man shrunk back in fear before grabbing onto Harry's robes. "Please dear boy, you're good, y-you wouldn't k-kill your father's f-friend? I-I know about h-him, I-I want to a-apologize," Wormtail pleaded.
Fire flashed in Harry's eyes. "Let go of me!" Harry kicked the man off him roughly, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Pettigrew's heart.
"That's it son, take your revenge," Voldemort hissed in his ear.
Harry threw aside his wand, as magic built up in him. "No!" Harry saw anger flashed in the Dark Lord's eyes. "This death, I do with my own hand!" Harry shouted and shot out his hand at Wormtail. "Apologize to my mother! Avada Kedavra!" Emerald light exploded from Harry's palm and engulfed the man. When the magic of the Killing Curse dissipated, Peter Pettigrew was dead and Harry felt nothing.
A/N: Ok, so we all knew that it was going to happen eventually, Harry is now truly evil… or is he? Will he still be able to continue on with his personal mission to destroy Voldemort? Does he still want to? More importantly, will he be able to pull himself away from the darkness now that he's killed.