To Serve the Dark

A/N: Don't kill me! o.O I am so sorry I didn't update! And no, I haven't abandoned this story at all! I would never! I've just been out of inspiration for this story, but now I have a somewhat clear plot of what I'm going to write about this story! (:

Thank you so much for the reviews before! XDD It was excellent! THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN! -passes the reviewers and readers all chocolate chip cookies- Hehe, well, onto the next chapter now! (; Shoo!

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 has to become evil in order to save the Wizarding World and destory the Dark Lord? He gives himself up so all his loved ones will be unharmed, along with the Wizarding & Muggle World. But now that that is done, what will become of Harry Potter's fate?

Vanishing Into Smoke

"Hello, Potter. We meet again."

Harry stood in the middle of the deserted Diagon Alley, with his wand close in his pockets. Over his head, the sky was gray with the stretching clouds. It looked as if it was just about to rain.

The Alley was silent as the grave, and all the windows and doors alike were shut tightly with magic. The wizards had shut themselves into their shops and homes, watching down at the Prophesied one and at the Dark Lord, eyes wide with fear. A cold wind blew through the alley, as if it was foreshadowing what was about to happen next.

Behind Harry stood his friends and teachers, all of them looking back at him as he faced Voldemort. The sky thundered as the Dark Lord flashed him a wicked smile. His eyes burned malevolently, his serpent-like face hideous in the eyes of the Light. He wore a black cloak over his body as if he were a living shadow.

Silence was all that could be heard from both sides. The Dark and Light alike glared at each other as if there was an invisible force pushing at each other. Finally Harry spoke, his face wiped of emotion as he gave the Dark Lord a cold stare.

"I am not here to have a nice chitchat with you, Voldemort." There was a hiss from the Death Eaters. "Whether you have an agreement or not is all I ask for."

Voldemort growled with irritation, but he still had his cruel smile on his lips. "You do remember my part of the bargain as well, don't you, Harry?"

Harry glared coldly, and observed the Dark Lord's actions. Then he nodded, bringing his chin high. The Dark Lord's lips widened and his eyes seemed to glow in the shadow made by the cloak over his head.

"We have an accord."

Voldemort, surprisingly enough, stretched out his pale hand towards Harry. Harry only looked at it with an icy stare, disgust on his face. Voldemort gave out a cold chuckle as he withdrew his hand back into his cloak. "You do not accept the deal?"

Harry hesitated, a flicker of fear showing in his eyes. The Death Eaters behind Voldemort's back snickered loudly. Harry looked behind his back to glance towards Dumbledore, who had a sad look on his face. The old man nodded and walked towards Harry, closer to the Dark Lord. Harry stretched out both his hands as well, and a shiver went down his spine as he felt the cold, deathly touch of Voldemort's pale hands. Harry looked uncertain for a minute, but then hardened his expression. He needed to show bravery. Now was not the time to fear.

"You will never harm the Muggle and Wizarding World while it lasts, and if you break the vow, you will die in the hands of death itself. Are we clear?" Harry spoke and Voldemort sneered distastefully hearing this. "Yes." A malicious look glowed in Voldemort's eyes as he recited the words of his own benefit.

"I now have the claim over Harry James Potter, the 'Boy-Who-Lived', and I have rule over his actions." Harry winced, and this time he couldn't help but cry silently, a glimmer of tears evident in his eyes. He looked over his shoulder to see Ron and Hermione. Hermione was desperate to rush towards his side, tears streaming down his face, and Ron was also fighting back tears. Behind the young Weasley were the twins, Fred and George, who were also on the verge of tears. Ginny was hugging Hermione and Luna stood beside Neville and all of Harry's other classmates, their expressions all so desperate.

The adults also looked teary eyed, and Hagrid was brushing away big tears from his eyes. Professor McGonagall and the others that Harry knew of also looked back at them. The only one that was not that displeased with the fact that Harry Potter was leaving them was Snape, and he looked a bit satisfied to see Harry go. But no one even bothered to look.

Sirius and Lupin were trying to smile, to comfort Harry that all was going to go well, but even they couldn't help but cry out. The entire light crowd looked at Harry with mourning and sadness, afraid to see that their friend leaving them to save their lives.

But Harry, with a final look at all the people he cared for, smiled softly, and winked before he looked back at the face of Evil that was trying to claim property over him, or rather, his soul.

"How do you feel seeing the end of your life as you know it, hmm, Potter? Do you feel… relieved? Are you happy to see your filthy muggle blood mother again? Hmm?" Voldemort mocked with a cold laugh, digging his nails into Harry's hand. Harry gave out a pained cry, but glared angrily at his enemy.

Harry glanced at Dumbledore and saw the wise and yet saddened expression on the old man's face, so alike to the ones his friends wore. He gave him a smile and Dumbledore smiled back in sadness before he took out his wand. He placed it on their linked hands and murmured a spell. Flames burst forth from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and curls around the two locked hands like a fiery ribbon wrapping around a present. Then the sparks vanished into thin air, and both enemies withdraw hands, although their glares were locked together.

Dumbledore gave a pat on Harry's shoulder in a comforting manner before he backed away from the 16 year old. Harry looked concludingly at Voldemort, who looked satisfied with the scenery around him.

"You can do with me as you wish." Voldemort gave a pleased chuckle at this response, although slightly annoyed that his enemy had given in so easily. He would have liked to toyed with Potter a little bit more. But all was as it was planned. With a smile that would have given chills racing through anybody, he nodded courteously, a rare scene to see.

"I shall keep my word. I don't think I have I have much of a choice, sad as it sounds. But now that I have you in my grasp, nothing will stop me from carrying out my plans." With another cold chuckle and the Dark Lord released his order. Jets of light issued out of the Death Eater's wands, aimed straight at the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was stunned instantly as he fell, knees colliding on to the floor before all of his body hit onto the ground, not as hard as Voldemort wanted, but just enough to give him a lingering scar.

It was as if a slow motion button was pushed the moment the spells hit Harry Potter as the light-siders screamed in horror, others looking from their shop windows gasping in terror and fright to see their savior fall. More tears were brought up their eyes as the Wizarding and even the Muggle people mourned over his capture. Hermione and Ron were the first ones to try to run to his aid, whipping their wands out in useless attempts to help. But the adults, with bitter, guilty looks, grabbed them before they crossed the line and prevent from getting themselves killed.

Screams of desperation echoed like a stinging needle through the air, as the Dark Lord laughed, a cold, chilling laughter that wove itself into the air. The Death Eaters cheered triumphantly as they dragged their prisoner in their hands with rough treatment.

Voldemort gave a wicked grin towards Dumbledore before the dark-siders finally left the scene, leaving Dumbledore and the light-siders crying and falling to their knees, their shouts and howls piercing through the sky like an arrow.

Dumbledore finally let a tear fall, and it slid down his cheek. Almost like a final farewell to his student.

A/N: I hope you like it:P It's so sad, it actually made me cry writing this! But no worries, good always rules! (I think, lol.) Hope is still there, and light will always be there! -winks- Please review:D