Come To The Dark Side
"Pain demands to be felt." -An Imperial Affliction, Peter Van Houten
Harry had spent the first three days of his summer vacation before sixth year at the Dursleys like the good little boy he was supposed to be. On the fourth day however, he quietly unlocked his cupboard, packed up all his belongings, shrunk his truck, stepped out his relatives front door, and disappeared into the night. Due to the charms his new friends had placed upon the house, it would be three more days before anyone realized anything was amiss.
"Harry Potter. I must say this is a surprise. I would have thought Dumbledore had you under lock and key," smirked the Dark Lord.
"Do you doubt your followers then Tom?" Harry quipped.
"Not at all," Tom smiled.
"Why am I here Tom? We aren't exactly friends."
"It has come to my attention, Mr. Potter, that the great Albus Dumbledore has placed you at an abhorent disadvantage. It is therefore my duty to ensure that you are adequately prepared to fight when the time comes."
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "So am I to understand that you intend to teach me how to fight just so I can fight you?"
"No, Mr. Potter. I do not simply endeavour to teach you fighting. It is my offer to extend knowledge in several areas so that you are not only prepared for a duel should the need arise; but so you will step into battle knowing exactly what it is that you are fighting for."
"I'm fighting for freedom aren't I? I mean, the prophecy says neither can live while the other survives."
"Yes. It does. But how much faith do you have in that prophecy? I mean, Sybill does not remember making it, and Albus is the only one that heard it directly. How do we know that he did not plant that prophecy in her mind, and then force it from her?"
"I don't understand," said Harry frowning.
Tom smiled sadly.
"I wouldn't expect you to Harry. That is where I offer my assistance. Dumbledore has lied to you. He has raped your mind, abused your body, and left you to a horrible fate, with no explanation or comfort. The life you know is a lie, Harry Potter. I only wish to show you the truth."
"How do I know this isn't a trap?"
"You don't I'm afraid. But you came here of your own free will, so there is obviously something here that you desire. Or do you make it a habit of walking into your enemys lair unprepared?"
There was a soft snort from a figure on Voldemorts left, and a withering look to said subject before his attention returned to Harry.
"Tell me what you know," said Harry.
"I thought you would make that choice. So tell me. What can you offer me in return?"
"I can offer you the Order, if the information is right. I'm done being Dumbledores puppet. But I won't be yours either."
"Very well," Voldemort smiled, and with that the bargain that would change the fate of the wizarding world was struck.
Harry was in pain. While not a physical pain, Harry's was a deep emotional pain that came from lies and betrayal; one that he promised to return upon those he had trusted ten-fold. He started at the knock on his door and quickly set the room back to right.
"May I come in?" came a silky voice he knew all too well.
"No. Go away." Harry pouted.
"I said go away!" Harry screamed.
"I didn't know either," said the voice and then the person walked away.
Almost a week later Harry emerged from his rooms at Riddle Manor. He had thought long and hard about all that he had been shown...all he had been told, and he realized with yet another painful clench of his heart, that he was not the only person to be so horribly affected. With his head hung in shame Harry slowly made his way to the Throne Room in the Manor.
"Come in," said a voice that Harry did not recognize.
"Harry!" It was the surprised voice of Lucius Malfoy, and Harry groaned inside.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, head still hung.
"Come again?" said the voice he didn't recognize.
Harry looked up to repeat himself and gasped in shock.
"Who-Who are you?" he asked.
"Come now Harry, surely you recognize your greatest enemy!" said Tom.
"Lord Voldemort is a ruse. A glamour. This is my true form. Quiet shocking I know."
"But...you're so young! I mean, you don't look a day over 35!"
"Yes. A complication from the ressurection spell I'm afraid, but one I do not regret."
"I believe you were in the middle of apologizing?"
"I...sorry," Harry finished lamely. "I didn't know. And it was all so much, and...how could he DO that to me?"
"Because he is an evil man who will use any means necessary to obtain what he wants. Ultimate power. If people were to discover the truth, I daresay Dumbledore would be dead within a week."
Harry's face got cold and hard.
"Or he could be dead tomorrow and we could all move on."
"Harry!" gasped Severus.
"What? Look what he's done...Professor. Look what he took from me! From you! He lied to me! He killed my mother, and he killed Sirius, and he took my father away from me! He doesn't care if I die, why shouldn't I return the sentiment?"
"Because, Harry, you are better than that," said Severus.
"No I'm not. I don't want to be good any more. You told me you would show me the truth, and you have. Now it's time to return the favor. Let me join you. No one will suspect that Perfect Potter is anything less than Light. Let me be your spy. They'll tell me things they wouldn't dream of telling Professor Snape. I want to be a part of your noble cause. And I'm sure I have several friends who would quietly follow."
"Potter!" gasped Lucius, "what are you saying?"
"I want to be a Death Eater. I want to be marked. Pain demands to be felt. I wish to feel it and to serve it up in return."
And with that Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, became Lord Voldemorts right hand man, and the most trusted spy for the cause, and for a while, no one on the side of the Light was any wiser.
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