To Serve the Dark

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, do not own anything except the characters I have created and the plot I have thought of. Other than that, I own nothing! It is all from J.K.Rowling's fantastic imagination and I admire it dearly.

Summary: What if Harry must become evil in order to save the Wizarding World, and to be able to destroy Voldemort? How will the lighter side of himself come back from the darkness? Is there any hope?

Sacrifice to Save the World

Harry James Potter looked out to the open, his hands gripping the small bridge(?) leading to both towers. An indecisive look spread over his face, and he bit his lips. He needed to make his choice now, even if the Order members did not agree with his decision. He had the Wizarding World in his palm, and he knew if he made the wrong decision, it would crumble away as easily as ash. He needed more time to think, and consider other options… But he had no such luxury.

Already Voldemort's army was coming their way to destroy every living thing in their path. The Dark Lord was now ready to launch his long-awaited battle against the so-called inferior mudbloods and anybody who disobeyed them. Everyone's hopes were directed towards the Boy-Who-Lived, the Prophesied One. Young Harry Potter was the only shining light of the Wizarding world, and they hoped that their savior would rid the world of darkness forever.

Such a task is a lot to ask for a boy who had just turned 15 years old. Any sane parent would not have wanted their child to go out to battle the most powerful and feared wizard of all time.

Unfortunately this boy did not have any parents.

Harry felt as if he was trapped, doomed from childhood to accomplish a task that would have been impossible to complete. One side of him dearly wanted him to run and leave all of his life behind. But he could never attempt such a thing. He was too foolish and proud, for once thing. Also he would never have been able to bear the fact that he had disappointed all his friends and the people who cared for him because he was a coward. He loved them all too dearly to break their hearts. They were his family and a part of what made him who he was now.

He felt chills run down his spine as the wind blew at his direction, messing up his untidy hair. The breeze carried the cold snowflakes, melting onto his skin and disappearing away. Snow was also piling up in Hogwarts. Harry had become rather pale after staying out for so long. He puffed out white vapor from his lips.

The Order of the Phoenix was losing.

So many people had died and lost their loved ones because of Voldemort and his growing army. Harry couldn't stand it. He wanted peace – that was all he had ever longed for. He wished from time to time that he were normal. That way no one would come up to him to look at his scar, to see if he could really do great things. He will never have been known as the Boy-Who-Lived.

Hermione and Ron, were very helpful with his decision, but they feared for him. His best mate wanted him to stay so Harry wouldn't have to go alone to die. Hermione, on the other, advised Harry to think carefully. She too, did not want Harry to enter into a trap blindly.

But Harry's two best friends knew it was impossible to change his mind now. Harry was determined to finish it, once and for all. There would be no turning back after that.

To become evil... Harry thought with an ugly grimace. That was the only way to save the world from falling into Voldemort's clutches. It was ironic to think that Harry Potter, the only source of light the Wizarding World had a shot at, was to turn to darkness. He hated the fact that the Prophesy was right, and that he would have to battle the Dark Lord using his ability of Shadow & Light. Harry didn't even want to think about why it had come to this conclusion.

He would have to sacrifice himself in order to bring back peace. That wasn't such a great idea to think of over and over again. And yet… The dark-haired youth wondered if turning evil wasn't such a bad idea. On the other hand, it might even become a relief. He would at least be able to do something wrong in his lifetime.

But becoming evil was not the real part of the problem. The catch was that he would have to bring his own source of light back into himself before the darkness consumed him completely. And if he failed, then the world will have no saviors left. He will fall victim to the black eternity as a lost soul, wandering the road that continued to grow and never ended.

Harry's eyes followed a flying white owl, its wings gracefully cutting through the winter sky. He would fly like that owl, be free of all the bindings and evil when this was all over. There will be no constant fear of being attacked; fearing that every step he took will lead to danger and the death of a friend.

A familiar face flashed into his mind's eyes, and a sad smile appeared on Harry's lips. Cedric... he thought softly, remembering the fateful night when Voldemort had murdered him without mercy. When he had looked into those hollow eyes and saw the life that had once brightened the world leave without a trace, Harry knew he needed to protect the innocent. What was the purpose of him being alive if not to protect the innocent and the ones he loved and treasured most dearly?

Harry had made his decision. He would sacrifice the life he had now to restore the better lives of others.

Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived to tell the tale, had chosen to turn to the darkness…

A/N: I probably confused many people here. Did you get it? If not, well, I apologize. I don't understand half of what I wrote myself, lol. I'm trying to (understand) though. (; It's an essential chapter though, so it might be best if you understood just a little bit of it. (: I'll update the next chapter as soon as possible! Reviews would be really nice! (: I haven't had the chance to see any reviews fly my direction and it saddens me greatly! So it will be really appreciated! Thanks for reading! XD

Edited: 7/21/2007 (: