Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...Thanks for noticing.
Warning: SLASH...yummy
Dedication: This one's for Cole.
Summary: Darkness is consuming. Addicting if you will.
Pretend for a second that you're one of the most powerful, most looked upon, wizards in the world...
Now, pretend the Darkness took you, you didn't try to stop it, it just happened.
Now you're his slave, and his equal at the same time.
You're helping Lord Voldemort rise to power.
Who are you?
Why you're Harry Potter of course.
Who's going to save you, when you can't even save yourself?
A/N:Thanks so much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.
The 'Not so Golden Boy'
"Harry," Hermione's soft voice called to him.
Harry's head spun and ached, his arm burning where he had been marked as Voldemort's. He stumbled to the door of the Gryffindor common room.
"Harry," Hermione called, more demanding. "Where are you going?"
He ignored her and left through the portrait hole and, pulling his invisibility cloak from his bag, he disappeared.
Stepping out of the castle, Harry removed the cloak and turned to face the only other two people on the grounds after hours.
Blaise and Pansy faced him in black robes.
"Ready?" Pansy asked, producing a portkey and a third robe that she tossed to Harry. He nodded and reached for the key.
Reaching the childhood home of Tom Riddle, the three youngest Death Eaters put their hoods on and headed into the meeting room.
"My Lord." Harry bowed before Voldemort.
"Potter," he spoke. "Come, sit with me."
Harry took a seat to the left of the Dark Lord.
"Tell me, what news of the Order do you have?"
"Nothing as of yet, my Lord. There is a meeting the next new moon so the werewolf can attend."
Voldemort nodded. "Very well. Zabini, Parkinson, have we any recruits?"
Harry removed his hood now that the attention was away from him. He tried not to double over from the pain in his head. It happened at every meeting, but for some reason this was worse.
"You don't look so well, Potter." A voice that Harry had come to know as belonging to Lucius Malfoy spoke from his left.
"Nothing out of the ordinary." His words were strained, trying to keep himself from screaming.
"Have you had a chance to speak with Draco?" Lucius continued.
Harry shook his head. For some time now Lucius had been trying to convince Draco to join with Voldemort, and he thought if Harry or Blaise could speak to him about it then he might agree to such a task.
"Good work," Voldemort said to Harry's right. "Keep trying. Now Harry, am I to understand that there is a Slytherin/Gryffindor Quidditch game tomorrow?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"You're to throw the game.""Yes, my Lord."
Voldemort nodded, satisfied, and turned to the rest of the room. "You all may go."
"...And Draco Malfoy catches the golden snitch, Slytherin wins the match!" Colin Creevey announced, a little less enthusiastically than normally.
Blaise and Pansy smirked from the stands; Harry landed his broom, indifferent about his house's loss. He spotted Lucius off to the side of the stadium, and, ignoring the looks he was receiving from the Gryffindors, walked over.
"I have to admit, I had my doubts when the Dark Lord told me you had joined us, but now I see your dedication. And anything you may need Harry, you can come to me."
Harry nodded, "Thank you."
Lucius left and Harry stood awhile, until the stadium had cleared and he assumed the showers were empty.
Harry removed his Quidditch robes and stood under the hot steaming water. He took in a deep breath, happy to be alone. He examined his left forearm under the water. The Dark Mark rested peacefully there. He sighed and washed up, then turned off the tap and wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Harry?" a voice called from across the shower room.
He spun around, knowing he'd done something stupid, knowing that someone who shouldn't have had seen the proof of his loyalty to the Dark side.
Draco Malfoy stood, clad in a towel as well.
"Congratulations on winning the game," Harry muttered before grabbing his robes and running out.
Draco stood, baffled by what he'd just seen. "Potter, a...the golden boy? A Death Eater?"
Harry threw on his invisibility cloak as he entered the dungeons.
Reaching the Slytherin portrait he muttered "Basilisk," and the painting swung open.
Blaise was seated on the couch with some third year girls, celebrating their winning the match no doubt.
Harry walked over and grabbed the collar of his robes and dragged him up and to the 7th year dorms.
"Talk about inconspicuous Potter," Blaise snapped, pulling Harry's cloak off.
"Just shut up, Zabini, we have a-"
The dormitory door opened and Draco came in a bit flushed. Harry quickly threw his cloak on.
"Blaise."
"Draco."
"I just-"
"Nice job winning the game today," he said, stalling for time. "They're throwing you a party."
"I know but-"
"Hey, Drakie." Pansy came into the dorm.
Blaise threw a confused look Harry's way. Draco turned to face Pansy and Harry took the moment to pop his head out. 'Get rid of him,' he mouthed.
Luckily Pansy saw this and was able to persuade Draco to go to the common room for a drink with her. She mouthed a "you owe me" before leaving.
"Alright, what are you so worked up about Harry?" Blaise asked.
Harry didn't say anything.
"Harry?"
Nothing.
"Bloody hell," Blaise murmured realizing he must have snuck out.
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