A/N: Yes Harry is getting Dark maybe don't know for sure yet.
Harry fell to the floor, he looked up he was facing Lord Voldemort. Cursing his luck Harry reminded on the floor, it was warm the only good feeling in his body, "Well, well, well your mischief has caused many Deatheaters pain at the hand of Nuria."
His hand motioned from the shadows of the room, Nuria stepped forwards her face no longer hidden. Her hair was long and black; her eyes were gray with a tint of red, 'very unnerving.' Harry thought and very pale skin. Harry shot up, wiped around searching for an exit but all were blocked by Deatheaters.
"Leaving so soon Harry? Have fun little plans? Well we aren't done yet." Voldemort let out a cold laugh and continue, "Dumbledore was an old fool he made it a prophecy about you. He was wrong, yes he was wrong. It was to take place of another boy I had already killed. So what is the point in killing you now? You have much power that the fool gave you not realizing it wasn't you who was prophesied, Eric was."
Harry saw something that was odd at the name of Eric Nuria flinched. "Why not control you, have your power." Harry looked up fear in his in emerald eyes. "Yes but no Deatheater is like you, by like one you will be given the Mark." "What makes you think that I will agree to that?" Harry asked.
"Well we might as kill the mudblood then." Voldemort hissed gleefully. A door opened and a Deatheater came in with…no, Hermione.
"No, don't" Harry said
"What was that Harry?" Voldemort coed
"I will do…" Harry began but Hermione interrupted him.
"Harry don't!" she cried.
"Shut up Hermione for you own good." Harry turned to Voldemort, "I will do anything."
"Very good Harry." Voldemort said as it you were talking to a toddler.
A Deatheater, Crabbe maybe, grabbed Harry pushing him into a kneeling position. Another pulled his right arm up, Voldemort walked up to Harry fearful body, pointing his wand at the forearm. Pain, unbelievable pain shot through Harry. The Dark Mark was now embedded into his skin.
"Nuria take Harry to his corridors." Nuria nodded and pushed Harry out of the room. But once out she stopped pushing and kept in stride with Harry. "How long have you been with Voldemort?" Harry asked. The name had no affect on her. "As long I remember, he had saved me. Give me a home." He voice was sharp anymore just sad.
"You will be in this same room, if you call it a room." Nuria opened a heavy steel door to reveal a small dungeon like room. A steel cage was in a corner, and a small raise steel plat form. She helped Harry into the cage.
"You nicer then I would think you would." Nuria laughed witch seemed odd. "Nice isn't what most put it. The Deatheaters call me 'The Torturer' 'The Punisher' and then just the Dark Lady. Believe me this is not a life." She walked out of the room with a bang.
'My life is confusing, not the chosen one?' Harry sighed his life was now upside down, he was his enemy, 'The "Dark Lady" doesn't make that her Voldemort's heir? Who knows.' Harry fell into a light sleep, trying hoping that this was all a dream.