Harry was tired. He had spent all of last year being angry at the world, but now he was just sick of it, and wanted to kill Voldemort so he could just die and be done with it. Or perhaps go into hiding in the muggle world...yes...that had potential. He had gone over the events of the past year repeatedly in his head, and came to one conclusion. Everyone who got near him died or was put in danger because of the stupid prophecy. When he thought about just how close they had come to all getting killed in the Department of Mysteries, particularly Hermione, he became nauceous. He realized there were a lot of things he had stopped caring about after Sirius died. Like his crush on Cho, or ever even thinking about a girl that way ever again. Not while Voldemort still lives, and even then it was questionable. He had changed. And he realized he was willing to do whatever it took, even use dark powers, to destroy his enemy once and for all. He doubted that would work though. Voldemort seemed to know everything there was to know about the Dark Arts. He recognized that Dumbledore would probably refuse to teach him that anyway. Maybe he could get Snape to do it? Despite how much he hated the bastard, he was very useful. It occured to him that it was likely that's the way most wizards thought of him.

The clock on the nightstand in his room changed from 11:59pm to 12:00am. He was sixteen now. A whole year had pretty much gone down the drain, he thought to himself.

Then it happened.

Suddenly Harry felt a huge surge of energy run through him, tainted by darkness. But it wasn't like the time Voldemort had possessed him, with the Snake-like tendrils of hatred wrapping around him and causing him pain. No, this was exhilirating, and he felt his magic had been reinforced one hundred fold. It climbed up his arm, as if slowly devouring him whole, and then it reached his head and exploded, giving him the feeling that he could do anything he wanted. That's when he heard it. A voice in his head, tempting him.

'You feel that, don't you Harry? This is the power to change the world. Not just to kill Voldemort, but to do whatever you want. Together you and I can rule this world. I have the knowledge, and now you have the power. I can do things you've only dreamed about till now. Together we can create an army of demons that will devour anyone in our path, battallions of Dragons far more intelligent and powerful than any wizard, and weapons more terrible than atomic bombs.'

Harry was both horrified and amazed at the same time. 'Who are you?' he asked.

'You can call me Melkor. I am what you would call a God. I was sent here by my creator as punishment for my past actions against him and his creations. But Ive taken a good look at your soul, and you could say that I am you from a past life.' He sent Harry images from his past, which were terrifying and confusing at first until he realized. 'You're from another world?'

'Yes, I am from Arda, a world which I helped create. And then later sought to destroy. Something I'm not as proud of as I once was.' he said sadly.

This got Harry to thinking again. So, he had been a dark lord himself in a past life. 'Has my whole life then, been pennance for what I did when I was you?'

'From what I can see, yes. And I've been with you you're whole life Harry, forced to watch and feel everything, but unable to act. Until now. You're magical core is strong enough now that I can safely grant you some of my own power without your aura imploding. We've been through a lot, and I think it's time we started working together to rid the world of Snake Face. He reminds me so much of one of my old subordinates. He completely lacks a vision for the future. So annoying. I'm going to really enjoy forcibly taking back the blood he stole from us.' This idea had yet to occur to Harry, and he smirked at the thought. Then he yawned.

'Well', thought Harry. 'This does explain a lot. But I'm tired at the moment. Can we work out a plan tomorrow?'

He felt rather than heard Melkor's assent as he lay down again and drifted off to sleep.