Summary: AU. Beginning in Prisoner of Azkaban as the dementors attack. In which, Harry is kidnapped and forced into Voldemort's services.. but will he succumb to the darkness or hold to his life as a hero?

This story begins in PoA, but Harry will probably be 16 or 17, possibly older, at some point. Elements from all 7 books will show up in the course of this story. If you have any questions please feel free to PM me.

Disclaimer: No money is being made from this. I'm a broke college student who got bored during break. I can't help it if I don't have anything better to do than write fanfiction.

Descending Darkness

Harry struggled to keep consciousness as the hoard of dementors edged closer. His mother's screams echoed in his ears and he realized there was no possible hope of escaping.

With his last bit of strength, he turned to see Hermione struggling to stay conscious. Sirius was unmoving, a dementor hovering just above his lips.

"No," Harry cried faintly. He was sure they'd all be dead or worse within moments.

The icy cold presence of a dementor lurking directly above him was beyond frightening. His vision wavered and blackness fell.

"Expecto Patronum!"

He imagined a brilliant stag had just rushed forth from his wand, hopefully to send the dementors fleeing. He knew, however, that this was not the case. The last thing he remembered before joining his best friend and godfather in unconsciousness was another man shouting.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

THE DAILY PROPHET:
Sirius Black Given Dementor's Kiss
Article by Rita Skeeter

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge has released official word from the ministry that escaped convict Sirius Black was apprehended late last night on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After heroic students Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and Hermione Granger, his best friend and rumored girlfriend, managed to miraculously trap Black, a number of dementors that had been guarding the Hogwarts grounds swooped in for the Kiss.

Black, who was imprisoned for the murder of a dozen innocent muggles and the death of wizard Peter Pettigrew, escaped from Azkaban Prison nearly ten months ago. Black is also infamous for being the right-hand man of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He is the first recorded prisoner to ever escape from the prison. However, the ministry would like to reassure the public that security measures have been tightened on the island.

'Measures have been taken to ensure that there is no possibility of another Azkaban breakout,' claims Fudge. He then added, 'Black was a highly intelligent enemy who took advantage of previous weaknesses in security that were overlooked. The ministry has now employed a full-time Auror unit on top of the Dementor guards to watch over inmates at all times.'

It is believed that Black's intended victim was none other than the courageous Harry Potter. Black was out for Mr. Potter's blood to avenge his late master, You-Know-Who. However, what Black was not counting on was the quick action taken by Mr. Potter to ensure that Black didn't harm any more innocents.

Black was executed shortly after his ruined body was recovered from the dementors. No memorial service will be held. However, he will be buried in the Black family plot alongside countless other family members.

Neither Miss Granger nor Mr. Potter were available for comment.

After giving the password, Harry rushed through the portrait hole and straight to his dormitory. Several students wanted him to retell how he'd defeated Sirius Black, but he sped past them on his way back from the headmaster's office. He threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes. The past few hours had been difficult.

Dumbledore had been watching as he awoke in the hospital wing. Harry turned his head to see Hermione sleeping in a bed to his right. He turned again to see Ron staring at him from a bed on his left. He didn't appear to be injured, but Harry remembered he'd somehow broken his leg.

Harry slipped his glasses on. Slowly, he recalled the dementors and the events that had taken place in the Shrieking Shack.

He tried to explain Sirius's innocence. Dumbledore listened to the story and had looked hesitant to believe such a farfetched tale until Ron and Hermione, who had woken about half way during the tale, confirmed everything.

Dumbledore watched Harry for several minutes with a grim face before telling him that Sirius had received the Dementor's Kiss. Harry sat shocked by this revelation. In a matter of hours, he had found out that he had an innocent godfather. There had finally been an adult in Harry's life that may have felt like family. Someone had come to take him away from the Durlsey's home forever, yet it had been taken from him just as quickly.

His emotions were jumbled. He briefly felt a small amount of guilt at the news, but it quickly turned into confusion. He'd asked how they'd escaped if Sirius had been kissed.

Dumbledore had a useless answer. They had simply been found lying unconscious in the entrance hall. His invisibility cloak had been deposited outside on the steps…

Professor Snape had been found on the grounds and Professor Lupin had spent the night in the forest. At the moment, no one could come up with a solution as to what had happened. Dumbledore explained that without actual evidence of Pettigrew's continued existence, there was no way that the Ministry would have believed Sirius's supposed innocence.

On top of his mysterious survival and his godfather's death, he was being held as a hero. The worst bit was the article that the Profit had printed. It was completely ridiculous, slanted, and since when was Hermione rumored to be his girlfriend?

Harry fell asleep wondering how the day could possibly get any more depressing.

Nearly two months later

Harry woke up to a tremendous amount of pain in his arm. He looked down to see a jagged cut running across the length of his arm. His scar was on fire. He closed his eyes as he tried to piece together what had happened when a high hiss made him snap them open again. He was bound in place against what appeared to be a tombstone. In front of him, a man was standing in front of a gigantic bubbling cauldron.

"Hey, what's going on?" Harry tried frantically to slip away from the binds, but it was a useless attempt. "Who are you?"

The man ignored Harry and went about his intended business. He opened up a small bundle and threw something into the cauldron. Harry cringed at seeing the thing failing about before landing in the bubbling cauldron.

"What are you doing? Help! Someone help!"

Harry tried desperately to remember how he'd been captured. Aunt Petunia, weary of her husband's shouts after a bad day at the office, had ordered him out of the house. Glad for any excuse to be out of the house and away from Privet Drive, Harry had quickly excused himself, and wandered the neighborhood until he reached the local park. He'd been on the swings, clear from the other children who believed him a dangerous criminal, when he'd heard a twig snap behind him. It was, unfortunately, the last thing he remembered.

The man before him hissed in pain. He jerked his head backwards, revealing his face.

"You!" screamed Harry.

Before him, standing in considerable pain, was Peter Pettigrew. This man was as good as responsible for murdering his parents and getting his godfather killed. He was cradling what was now a stump of an arm. Shaking and weepy, he threw what Harry recognized as his hand and part of his forearm into the cauldron.

Pettigrew whispered words that Harry drowned out in his attempt to escape. The ground beneath him gave a horrible shake before the earth opened. A bone spewed forth and was directed by Pettigrew's wand into the cauldron.

Now, Pettigrew turned with a hideous grin, made worse by his wheezy breathing and tear-stained face, and held up a flask.

"Your generous donation in the name of the Dark Lord!" he said, before pouring the dark liquid into the cauldron.

The contents hissed together before it started shaking violently. A great blinding light burst forth from the enormous cauldron. Several seconds later, Harry watched fearfully as a man stepped out and began walking toward him. His scar exploded with pain and his eyesight began to waver.

"Harry Potter," hissed a high-pitched voice. "Tonight, Harry, I'd like to thank you. You've assisted in bringing me back into my own body."

The man stepped closer, ignoring Pettigrew's whiny pleas. "Harry, child, you'll be joining me." The man had gotten close enough to raise his hand, which was now hovering over Harry's face. "You'll know what it is to serve the great Lord Voldemort."

Harry snarled as Voldemort's finger caressed his cheek. His vision swam from the intense torture of his pounding scar, and he felt certain his head would explode.

"You're mine, Harry Potter."

As the pain in Harry's scar became intolerable his world faded into nothingness.