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Darkness, it's a swamp that any good man could fall into if one isn't careful. Its tar pulling down into the deep abyss that's only purpose is to swallow you whole. Many great wizards and witches had fallen to its hold over the many centuries that humans had harnessed great power. Morgana Le Fey, Gellert Grindelwald, and Tom Marvolo Riddle are all famous wizards and witches of great power who too had fallen to the darkness in their pursuit of knowledge, power and control. The thirst for understanding within the realms of magic can take one down this path if they are less than careful. But of course, some are simply attuned to it. Some are born dark, with anger, hate and rage burning in them from the day they enter the world until the day they leave it behind. Some fall to its pull, the cruelty and hardness of life taking its toll on their previously unblemished soul. And some, very few, but some, are forced into darkness, with events and powers beyond their understanding pushing them headfirst into the abyss before they even knew what had happened to them.
Harry Potter knew what it was like to have darkness forced upon you. To one day be the purest of souls, kind and wise beyond your years and choosing the long road to understanding rather than the short road to power. And the next day, to wake up consumed by rage, anger and loathing for all that stood around you, to not truly understand what was happening to you and to fight it day after day as you fell further and further into the tar-filled pit. But eventually, even the great Harry Potter had to accept what it was that had seemed to lay its seed inside him, that had grown and now completely overwhelmed his previous temperament. Harry was not so much evil, but the darkness that now sat firmly within certainly made him less of a moral busybody than he was before. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it.
The new memories helped. Memories of a life he'd never lived. Places he'd never actually been to. Women, older and younger bent to the will of the person whose life had joined itself onto his own. Most screamed in protest, with hate and vitriol in their voices until they either couldn't scream anymore or simply were prevented from doing so. Some seemed to enjoy it, with moans and coos of what looked like the deepest pleasure Harry had ever seen. These were rare in the memories that weren't his own, but they did occur. The screamers usually ended up dead, while the moaners were simply dismissed once finished with. The distinction didn't matter to Harry, not now. Either way, scream or moan, the end result lead to what he wanted, and he would have it one way or another.
Acting "normal" proved to be the hardest part. Pretending to be someone you once were is a challenge for any person, but for Harry, it was the single greatest feat of acting he'd ever performed, and he was privately proud of himself for it. He took a private pleasure in fooling the foolish, young as they might be.
But Harry counted himself lucky his peers were so foolish, otherwise, they would not be able to fulfil his desires. He considered using one of the teachers, with the infinitely more developed bodies which appealed to him on a much deeper level. He quickly dismissed the notion however unlike his peers the teachers weren't foolish and had a mind he wasn't sure even his newfound power would allow him to bend to his will. He would have to settle for the less developed students, the ones he could easily prey upon.
Choosing his prey was something Harry took meticulous care in doing. As he sat for breakfast one morning, expertly drowning out the idiotic ramblings of his "best friend" Ron as he surveyed the Gryffindor table. He knew it had to be someone he knew, someone who already trusted him with getting close to them without raising suspicion. For a while, he considered a delectable blonde girl in his year, Lavender Brown her name was. She was more developed than most for her age, with a nice rounded bosom and soft, inviting features. However, insecurity won out and his eyes turned away from the young blonde. He needed to be sure, there could be no room for error, or he would be finished before he even began.
That's when a lightbulb lit up in the young wizard's mind. His gaze turned to the girl sitting opposite him, her gaze down at a book sitting next to her plate as she read about some such subject Harry had no current interest in. He took her features as he considered his options. Curly brown hair framed her soft, feminine face. A chest showing ample development despite being hidden under modest robes. But overall her appealing features, it was her obliviousness that sold it for him. Harry knew she would be the first to bend to his will. She trusted him, had no clue of his intentions and her mind was always working so fast she never stopped to think twice. That would be her mistake, and Harry's opportunity.
Finishing his breakfast, Harry left the table to do some exploring. He needed to know exactly where this was going to take place. His memories told him it needed to be secluded, private and away from the prying eyes of teachers. It needed to be in a place where no matter how much they screamed or cried no one would come to their aid. He had to have ample time to break them, to bend them to his will otherwise it was pointless, and he would gain nothing from the experience. He searched for a short while, before finally coming across somewhere worthy of his endeavours. He dared say the dungeon classroom looked like it hadn't been so much as thought about in decades, and it was far enough away from the Slytherin common room that he knew there was no risk of his foolish classmates finding him by accident.
Now how had a location, his next step was to plan. This endeavour had to be meticulous, there was not a single tiny bit of room for error. The last thing Harry had any intention of seeing was the inside of a cell in Azkaban, his experiences with the prison's guards alone told him everything he needed to know about the place. The process would take a long time to think out, observation and planning were key to his success. If there was one area in which he differed from both his former self and the origin of his other memories, it was in their brash attitude. He knew how to wait even when he didn't want to, and so he did.
Days went by with Harry making excuses to keep away from the ginger-haired twit who always insisted on following him around like a lost puppy, and then following around the object of his desires as she went about her day. Just as he had suspected, her actions followed strict patterns and routines, all of which Harry made a note of. After a full week of taking notes and finally having full knowledge of her week, he was able to analyse his findings. After some deliberation, Sunday evening would be his time to strike. She was always in the library, alone and on the first floor not far from the dungeons. The only flaw in his plan was how he was going to get her to follow him into the dungeons.
She was smart, smarter than any other person in the castle. If he so much as acted slightly out of character, she'd notice immediately and grow suspicious. She was also a talented witch, so taking her there by force would be difficult. That is if he did it alone. It was at that moment that a lightbulb went off inside Harry's mind. Maybe the ginger-haired twit would be more useful than he originally thought. His mind was weak, but his body was strong, there was no reason Harry couldn't…persuade him to lend him a hand in his endeavours. He may even get a reward for his efforts if Harry was feeling generous.
With all his plans in place, Harry just had to wait. The lead-up to Sunday was excruciating for Harry. His loins throbbed whenever he thought about what was to come, especially when in her presence. But soon enough the time came, and as the final classes for the day ended, she predictably said goodbye and headed for the library. Harry and Ronald made seemingly made their way towards Gryffindor tower. However, when they turned a corner into an empty hallway, Harry's wand silently slipped from his wrist and into his hand.
"Hey Ron," Harry's said, a grin spreading across his face.
"Yeah mate," Ron replied, looking up. He had just enough time for his eyes to widen at the sight of a wand in his face.
"Imperio!" Harry declared, a green mist seeping from his wand. The mist quickly took over Ronald and his eyes went blank and his mind quickly caved to the spell.
Harry grinned as he watched his "friend's" face relax as the initial shock that took over his body wore off as the magic burrowed deep into his mind. The young wizard knew he had the ginger-haired dunce thoroughly under his control and this point and would have no problems using his form his plans. With a smirk that radiated malice, Harry turned away from his new servant and motioned him to follow. Without a thought, the dead-eyed teen followed after his assailant down the hallway on their way to execute the long-awaited plan of attack against the one girl the ginger-haired idiot had ever actually cared about aside from his mum and sister.
They waited outside the library, keeping to themselves and making sure not to draw attention to themselves. Once all the other students were gone, Harry knew the right time was upon them. Madam Pince, the Hogwarts Librarian, was busy tending to the books at her desk and didn't notice Harry walk into the library, nor did she see him raise his wand towards her.
"Eternitat Somnum," Harry said casually. Madam Pince didn't even get a chance to look up before she was taken over by overwhelming drowsiness, quickly falling asleep in her chair.
With his final obstacle dealt with, Harry and Ron made their way further into the library. Predictably, they found their target sat along at the bottom of an aisle at a desk facing away from them, silently reading a book much larger than most people their age took any interest in. A crazed grin spread across Harry's face as he turned to his new servant, pointing his finger towards the unsuspecting witch a mere twenty feet away from them.
"Seize her and present her to me. Don't use your wand, I'll deal with that," Harry ordered, Ron nodded absently and marched toward her.
Hermione read her book with complete attention, engrossed in the text and the knowledge it bestowed upon her. If she had been aware of the world around her she might have heard the footsteps coming up behind her soon enough to turn around. As it was, she only heard them when they were right behind her. Just as she was about to turn her head, her eyes widened as a hand wrapped around her mouth and another around her waist. Fight or flight set in instantly, she tried to wriggle free as her trapped arm desperately tried to reach for her wand. Before she could do anything, however, she was roughly pulled out of her chair and spun around. Her eyes filled with relief as they set upon the form of her friend Harry, expecting him to come to her rescue. That relief was quickly replaced with confusion and dread however when he simply stood there, watching her wriggle. His wand quickly came up, making her eyes widen just long enough to register the motion of the spell he was about to use.
"Stupefy," Harry said casually. A red beam shot from his wand and hit the young witch square in the head.
Harry's grin only widened in delight as he thought of the pain that would have caused her. The spell wasn't powerful enough to do any serious damage, but it would sure as hell leave her with a headache. The warped young man could feel his pants tighten as the rush of power he remembered from the life that wasn't his spread through him. Too excited to wait around, Harry turned on his heel and motioned his dim-witted servant to follow him. Ron did so without question, lugging the now unconscious Hermione with him.
Making their way through the castle, Harry made sure they stayed out of sight and avoided the few passers-by that were out this time of night. Getting the dungeons without his invisibility cloak was a challenge, however, with prefects diligently patrolling the halls for anyone rule breakers like himself. If it hadn't been for his absorbed knowledge of a disillusionment spell, they may very well have been caught a couple of times. Luckily for them, they managed to avoid detection until finally they got down into the dungeons and found the abandoned classroom. It was even darker than Harry remembered from the day he found it. It was night now, and the glow of magically lit torches set the mood for what was coming perfectly.
"Set her down on the table, and then stand in the corner," Harry ordered, Ron did what he was told without a word. Putting Hermione's limp body down on the table and laying her flat, then walking to the nearest corner and standing there without so much as a sound. Harry turned to face Ron and without a word raised his wand. "Eternitat Somnum." The spell spread over Ron just as quickly as the unforgivable had less than an hour before, and with only a yawn the young redhead fell back against the wall and slid down it as he fell into a deep sleep.
Harry turned away from the dimwit without so much as a second glace, turning his attention exclusively to his prize. Lifting his wand, Harry flicked it silently as chains of cold iron leapt from the tip and flung themselves at the table. One end of each of the four chains attached itself to the table leg. While the other end, the end with cuffs, attached itself to his victims' wrists and ankles. She was his now, there was no escape from the young witch.
The young man's hands shook as he lifted them to feel the girl's delicate face, rubbing his thumb along her soft lips curving his palm along her jawline. Deep down in places Harry didn't like to acknowledge he knew he was nervous, but the excitement drove him on regardless and after one left stroke of his thumb, Harry raised his hand and brought it down with all his might.
A crack shot through the room as his hand made contact with her cheek. Hermione's head shot to the side and her eyes shot open as the shock shot through her body. Despite the grogginess she was feeling from having been knocked out, she very quickly realized she had just been slapped and that she wasn't where she had been moments ago. She tried to move but quickly felt the resistance of the metal chains that held her down and try as she might, she wasn't able to strain against them. It was only as she got her faculties back almost entirely that she noticed her attacker and supposed best friend standing above her with a grin on his face.
"What's going on," Hermione whimpered. "I don't understand, why am I tied up? You're scaring me, Harry."
Harry said nothing, but the grin quickly fell from his face and with another hastily raised hand he struck the young woman for a second time, this time with the back of his hand. The pain was worse now that she was fully awake, and a frightened shriek left her mouth as her head snapped to the side. Hermione could feel the warm trickle of blood falling down her cheek from the cut that had just formed on her face. Looking up at her attacker, Hermione began to realize the situation she was in and to say she was frightened would be an understatement. Harry merely grinned at her frightened look; from his point of view, he had gotten his point across perfectly...
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