AN/WARNINGS/DISCLAIMER: This is a dark story, featuring dark Harry, murder, descriptions of enjoyment of murder, torture (not descriptive) and more. Don't say I didn't warn you. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling

Hermione watched worriedly as Harry stalked into the ministry atrium, his friends following behind. They had all been sitting in the O.W.L's when Harry got the vision from Voldemort showing Sirius supposedly being tortured in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries. Harry's irrational- though not surprising- actions had lead them across the country after riding bloody three gals of all things.

Hermione really did not like flying.

Now they were infiltrating the Ministry to go after He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and probably his top Death Eaters. All because Harry was too irrational to ask for help from the Order or professors.

Not that Hermione hadn't alerted Dumbledore the moment she could.

She and Ron had quickly agreed to go with him, if nothing else to make sure he wasn't killed and Neville, Luna and Ginny had followed their lead. Hermione could admit to be slightly surprised as to how everyone was holding out.

Harry too was a surprise. As they got closer to London, his blind panic had slowly dissolved into smooth rage. A rage that he seemed very happy to cope with. He lead lead the group, his steps large and purposeful. Almost too much that Hermione began to worry slightly.

The group of six stood in a tense silence as they ride the old elevators down the depths of the ministry where the Department of Mysteries was held. The silence was only broken by Harry who spoke for the first time since entering the Ministry.

"This is your last chance to turn back, there will be Death Eaters if not Voldemort himself down there." His voice sounded detached though, as if he was putting up the act of caring. No one else seemed to notice so the fifth year stayed quiet, observing.

"We are coming with you." Neville stated firmly as he gripped his wand tightly. His face was pale in the glow of the elevator light.

Harry only nodded once and turned to face the door. When it creaked open, he uttered one last thing before stepping out.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Hermione thought she saw him smile and shook her head, must be a trick of light, she considered before banishing the thought altogether.

For some reason that sentence sent shivers down the spine of everyone except the ever serene Luna. They did not have time to question his words before they were off, following Harry's rather astoundingly fast pace. The fifteen - almost sixteen - year old walked in long confident strides as if he knew exactly where he was going.

They entered a room circular room, the exact same door all around them. Realizing too late, they let the door they came in shut behind with a loud bang.

"What is this place?" Ginny asked. She held her wand in one hand and lit it using Lumos. The others in their group followed her example. Cautiously, Ron slowly creaked open one of the grey doors. Peaking inside, the door opened to a large room with a low hanging ceiling. Large lights hung from the ceiling but that's not what drew their attention. The giant tanks filled with vaguely brainlike organisms inside.

"Uhh…" Ron made a confused noise and the others only nodded.

"How about we slowly close the door and try another?" Harry suggests softly as the brains turned towards them as if they could sense them. "We are running out of time!"

Hermione suggested that everyone pick a door and open them at once. "Remember, we don't know what are in these rooms so if it does not look like the Hall of Prophecies, close it and choose another."

They went through three trials of doors before stumbling upon the right one. Harry retched it open and with a cry, started to jog down the long aisles. He slowed to allow the others to catch up.

Shelves nearly a hundred feet high that went on in every direction for as long as the light could see surrounded them. Silvery orbs lined this long shelves and as they passed, Hermione thought she saw faces in some, shadowing figures chanting.

"What number was Sirius standing by?" Luna asked, her voice having lost some of it's musicalness to take a more serious note.

"This way," Was Harry's only answer, his pace impatient.

And then the group of five hogwarts students watched as the sixth in their group began to change. As he stalked forward, the change flowed over Harry as if it was wave, covering him suddenly and revealing this new person. As Harry walked, he began to get taller and fill out, as if he was naturally taller and worked out. His hair, the ever present messy mop of black hair began to grow out, reaching his shoulders and calming into silky black waves.

Even Harry's clothes began to change. Instead of the worn muggle clothes he was wearing before they now melted away to reveal form fitting new clothes. Hermione could guess a mix of pureblood styles (and that itself sound so wrong being described near Harry) and old fashioned military uniforms.

Large tight boots clung to Harry's legs up the knees. The fabric of the - also black - pants should could not tell. A black vest covered a silky black shirt which itself was covered by a robe that looked like an old fashioned military coat with heavy buckles and pockets flowed of his shoulders and snapped around the ankles of the boots. Dragon skin gloves covered his hands.

If Hermione wasn't so confused so probably would have been struck dumb by the incredible sight this man made. She had no doubt that whoever was standing in front of her was not her best friend but someone else, someone else who looked like a god.

It was only then that she noticed the incredibly power that was flowing from the man. His magic danced in the air as if it had been released. The sheer amount of power this man held left Hermione breathless and she staggered.

"W-w-ho are you?" She gasped out, her eyes wide as she struggled against the need to give in, to submit and bow to this man in front of her. Next to her, she could see the others were having the same issue. "What did you do to Harry?"

The man chuckled darkly, his voice lower, heavier, than Harry's. The next moment, he bond them where they were standing so they couldn't move.

"I am what you created." He said simply. No one knew how to respond to that.

"I smell the blood of silly little children!" A high and cackling voice sang from nearby. Neville went cold and the man smiled cruelly.

"I am over here, Bella, darling!" The man called back to the voice. A head of thick black curls in a tight dress appeared and Hermione's blood ran cold.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Hermione began to struggle against the invisible bonds holding her in place harder.

"Hello, my lord," Bellatrix purred as she gave a large bow. "You are looking well as always."

"And you are kind as always, my dear Bellatrix." He replied in a teasing tone. "Where is the rest of the, shall we say, party?"

"We are right here, my lord. Bella ran ahead in her excitement." A smooth voice Hermione remembered replied. A second later, the long blond hair of Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the shadows.

"Ah, Lucius, as was starting to think that Bella here decided to have some premature fun." The man replied with a smirk which only increased when Bellatrix pouted.

"Why does everyone always pick on me?" She muttered.

Six other Death Eaters stepped out of the shadows and into the light.

"Lord? Who are you and what did you do with Harry?" Ginny asked, her red hair covering part of her face but Hermione could still see the fear in her eyes. Fear, she was sure, was in hers as well.

"Me?" The man faked confusion and Bellatrix tittered. "Why, I am the Dark Lord Abaddon, of course, ally and partner to Lord Voldemort and commander of forces of the Dark."

"Should we have heard of you?" Ron bit back in a moment of bravery. "Never heard of you before."

The man, Lord Abaddon as he claimed, seemed to find this amusing. "Oh of course you have never heard of me, Weasley, I wanted it that way, and I always get what I want." The Death Eaters behind Lord Abaddon smirked as if this meant more than the students thought. "You are going to be the ones to announce my, shall we say, relevance party."

"Please! Please just give us Harry back and let us go!" Ron begged, his face nearly as red as his hair.

"Oh you haven't figured it out yet?" The man asked, turning his attention back to his captives. "What about you, Granger, you are normally pretty clever, have you figured it out yet?"

Disgust filled her as she saw the eyes of the man taunting her.

Green.

Harry's green eyes.

Except they weren't open and kind and soft now, no, they were cold and calculating and dancing with pleasure for what he was doing.

Hermione shook her head frantically, trying to hold in the tears that were welling up in her eyes. "No, no," She repeated, her voice cracking and she choked.

"Yes, yes, my dear, I am afraid it is true," Abaddon said sadly, as if he was counseling a friend. He tutted. "However, you figured it out, and I can tell the others haven't, so I'll have to fix this."

Abaddon - Harry, she thought in shock, my Harry - raised his wand and pointed at her forehead. "You won't remember much, I'm afraid, but I would hate to kill you yet,"

Malfoy stepped forward, his steps nearly silent on the tiled floor. "My lord, you could always bring her with us. I am sure she would provide sufficient… entertainment."

Abaddon - Harry, Hermione reminded herself viciously. This was her best friend, at least he thought he had been. Abaddon dropped his wand and grinned. "Good thinking, Lucius. Rodolphus, grab her and portkey her back."

The last thing Hermione saw was her friends struggling in their bonds as a Stupefy flew towards her and the sound of the Order apparating in. "Battle time!" Harry cheered in joy she heard as her world went dark.