A/N: Hi guys! I'm back. I've just been really busy with stuff, but this story has been in the works for a while.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I only own the plot and the things you don't recognize.

Full Summary: Takes place in OOTP. Voldemort charges his most prized Death Eater with looking for the six Hogwarts students that will replace his other most precious Death most prized Death Eater is Harry this because of a personality change and a memory wipe by a certain Headmaster? Contains powers from the movie Push.

See you at the bottom!

Alison

Prologue:Dumbledore's Plan

"Professor Dumbledore, did you want to talk to me?"

Professor Albus Dumbledore looked up from the note he was writing and saw a messy raven haired teenage boy with emerald eyes and ebony glasses, but the most distinguishing feature about him was the lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead that made him famous in the Wizarding World. He was standing in front of the Headmaster's desk that Albus was sitting behind, standing in a way that would suggest he was carrying something heavy. The Headmaster smiled and looked kindly through his half-moon spectacles at the young boy, given burdens no child his age should bear. "Yes, Harry, I did." Albus folded the finished letter.

"Why, Professor?" Harry asked. The Headmaster, and leader of the Order of the Phoenix, stood up.

"Sirius told me you said if Voldemort was building an army, you want to fight. Is this still true?"

Harry stood up straighter and nodded slowly. It was a forced kind of slow, like he wanted to nod vigorously. His face looked solemn. Albus knew that he realized that no one in the school believed him when he said that Voldemort was back. The Ministry had sent Dolores Umbridge (who, admittedly, none of the staff liked very much) to make sure no one believed him. She had given him one detention for telling what both of the people in the Headmaster's study knew was true. It was then Albus knew that he had picked the right person.

"Now, before I give you this letter, you must promise me that you won't breathe a word of this to anyone. Not even to Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger."

Harry was startled for a few minutes. Then he composed himself and responded, "I promise, Professor."

Albus handed him the letter. "This letter contains everything I'm about to tell you. First, I ask you to hold your questions until the end. Also, I ask you to sit down, Harry. What I'm about to tell you will shock and surprise you."

Harry looked curiously at the Headmaster as he sat down in the chair he immediately recognized as the one he occupied at the end of the school year last year.

"This plan was formed by the Order of the Phoenix while you were over at the Dursleys'. We talked about this at night so don't be surprised that you haven't heard this until now."

The fifth year leaned forward in his chair. "What is this plan?" he inquired. "Sir," he added quickly, realizing his mistake as he stiffened. Albus smiled. Then, Harry relaxed in the chair, only so much that he could listen to this mysterious plan.

"It involves you joining Voldemort." He saw Harry grip the arm of the chair tightly. "I understand if you don't want to do it..."

"You think I don't want to do it? Even though it involves Voldemort possibly killing me? I'd rather face him now instead of later. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to end this war, sir." There was a weird silence between the professor and student until the professor sighed.

"If you truly want to do this, Harry, you don't have to worry about Voldemort attempting to kill you because you won't be yourself."

"I don't understand, sir."
"I can give you new memories and a new personality, erase this moment from your mind completely. You will still be yourself, but that side will be dormant and the dormant side of you will be you. Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley will still be your friends of course, but unfortunately you won't be able to stand being around them. Voldemort will want you to keep them close by you. Especially Miss Granger."

Deceit lifted from Harry James Potter's eyes as if it was a curtain. "Y-you're a wiper, sir?" Albus smiled a smile that touched his ocean blue eyes.

"Yes, Harry. I am a wiper. A second generation wiper."

"Hermione told me I have to help a wiper, if whatever the wiper tells me is against my beliefs or not." His professor nodded. Everybody in Hogwarts (except Umbridge) knew that Hermione had all of the abilities the purebloods wanted to have.

"Always listen to a watcher, Harry. Most of the time, they are right."

Harry rose from the chair as he put the note in his pocket. "How long do I have to decide?"

"Until before you leave for the holidays. This is your decision, Harry." Albus looked back down at the parchments on his desk.

"Professor?" He looked up again.

"Yes?"

"Can I just tell Hermione I talked to a wiper?"

"It's up to you. Decide whether you want to or not." And, with a wave, Harry took it as his time to leave the office, the note in his pocket.

A/N: I hoped you liked it. Reviews are welcome.