A/N: This is the AU on one of my fics (Powers of Darkness) where Harry goes dark that I said I'd write. Everything in it is the same, until after chapter 6. This is where this starts off. Read the first 6 chapters of that at the very least for this to make sense. Some of the plot and such may be included in this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters and places relating to it. I do own the story-line of Powers of Darkness, and this AU too.

Powers of Darkness AU version

Chapter 1

Roughly 24 hours had passed in the dungeon Harry was in since the Dark Lord had left last time, and Harry knew he would be arriving again soon by the footsteps he could hear outside.

"So, Potter, have you decided if you want to stop all of the deaths yet?" asked Voldemort when he entered Harry's cell, seeming very confident over what Harry's choice would be.

Harry stayed silent. He had indeed decided, but he didn't want to reveal his choice too soon. He wanted to enjoy his last few seconds before the darkness he knew would follow enveloped him.

"Well?!"

Harry could feel through his scar that the Dark Lord was getting impatient. That was probably a bad thing.

"Have you chosen?"

Harry heaved a sigh. He it was time to reveal his choice.

"Yes. I have."

Harry averted his eyes. He couldn't believe he was being forced into this, but he had to. He just had to.

"And what is your decision, boy?"

"I… I'll join you."

He could feel Voldemort's gaze on him without even looking. He was probably slightly shocked at the fact that Harry had joined him so quickly, without too much persuasion.

"Hold out you arm," he heard Voldemort say after a couple of minutes, practically being able to hear the smirk that he knew was there.

Harry slowly complied; raising his arm for what he knew would come next. Voldemort grabbed it roughly; pulling him forwards, and pointed his wand at it.

Harry fought down the urge to flinch as he watched on helplessly. There was nothing he could do about it. He had made his bed, and now he had to lie in it.

He closed his eyes as he felt Lord Voldemort's wand press against his skin and heard the muttered incantation which caused him to fall to his knees in pain, yet managed to keep the scream that was threatening to escape because of it in. He knew what had happened. He knew there was no turning back. He knew he had received the Dark Mark.

A/N: Okay, that seemed to perfect place to end it, but the next chapters will be longer and hopefully darker.