Descend to Darkness

By: Kyuubi04

HARRY POTTER FANFICTION

Chapter 1: Resurfacing Memories

Summary: Harry defeated Voldemort through some unknown magic and has been in a coma for months. Upon waking up, he had somehow change, in both attitude and stance, and was confusing everybody. During a visit to the infamous Chamber of Secrets, he discovered the reason behind this change along with the confirmation of one Albus Dumbledore.

Warnings:There will be slash... Harry is Salazar Slytherin and will be calmer and colder than before. It will be a Dark Harry but he's not evil. There will be Ron and Ginny Bashing as I don't like the two of them and they will be the main antagonists along with Seamus Finnegan and Lavander Brown. Pairings would be HPDM, SSRL, LMSB, NLLL, DTPP, BZHG, and TNPP. This will probably a short series and updates will probably range from twiceto once a month.

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Half of summer had already passed and still, Harry Potter lies asleep in one of Hogwarts Infirmary's Hospital beds. He was tediously reliving everything that had happened that day in the Department of Mysteries during their quest for the prophecy:

He watched as if in slow motion as his godfather was thrown towards the veil. He helplessly tried to approach but was rooted to the ground. When Sirius' body vanished, it was as if a trigger had been pressed and suddenly, Harry was engulfed by an unbelievable burst of magic. He called softly, in a voice much deeper and older than his own, "Return him to me!" And as if an invincible force made its way towards the place the wispy vestiges of the ancient artefact was forced to open once again. And in another burst of energy, Harry felt his magic search for his godfather's presence and when it was found, he felt himself tug at it with much brutality until the animagus was brought back to the land of the living.

As this was happening, the fighters from both sides were frozen in shocked at the power that they had just witnessed. They stood there in both awe and dread awaiting the young man's next move. They watched as the boy-who-lived scanned the area and laid the Azkaban escapee towards an unoccupied area not touched by the raging battle. Again, he uttered, "Dome Protection" and with those words, a runic circle appeared beneath the unconscious man bearing multiple protection runes where a transparent dome of magical energy covered his body, shielding him from any stray spells. The others didn't even notice that the young wizard wasn't acting like himself for they were only seeing the power that he exudes.

Suddenly, as if sensing the number of eyes on him, Harry turned at them to show eyes that glowed silver-green. He was releasing power so strong that he almost shined in its intensity. Locking his sight on Bellatrix, he raised his hand and growled out, "Soul Chain!" The insane witch realized the danger that she was in but it was too late, Harry's spell had already reached her binding her very soul. Knowing that he had connected, he pushed his magic back towards the veil and threw his godfather's cousin and said coldly, "I give to you her soul in return for what I have taken back." The veil's magic stretched out in welcome for the gift given and accepted Bellatrix' screeching body into its folds. This seemed to have restarted the on-going battle as all the witches and wizards present began to fire of spells and curses towards their foes.

The young wizard walked towards the opposite side of the field where he could see the headmaster apparate to duel with the Dark Lord. He sensed a slight kinship towards the tainted man and at the same time he was disgusted by the feel of the man's soul scattered into different links. He glided towards the two powerful wizards, deflecting any spell or curse that made its way to him. He stopped before the two and waited for them to notice his presence. Voldemort was the first to see him, not noticing the magic that came from the young wizard as he taunted his opponent, "Really, old man... do you think that you could defeat me now that you're Golden Boy is here?" Upon hearing his words, Albus Dumbledore moved towards his student and asked in a voice laced with renewed power, "Harry, are you alright?" The young man didn't acknowledge him but instead Harry spoke, in that deep voice towards Voldemort, "You are a disgrace in the Slytherin Line. You have tainted in far too much and it's time to make you pay for your crimes." The aged headmaster was startled by his words, not knowing what he had meant. The Dark Lord, on the other hand, scoffed at him and goaded, "What do you know about the noble line of Slytherin, you brat. You know nothing but I, I know everything that my line had ever wanted. I follow only the teaching of my great ancestor." He gazed at the boy but found that he was totally unfazed while his previous opponent was turning from confused to wary once more. He raised his wand and began to utter the killing curse but was prevented when he found that he was unable to even speak it. He glared at Dumbledore who, once again, raised his wand, finding Voldemort unable to fire a single spell, and tried to bind him. He was, however, disrupted when the young wizard beside him spoke again, this time with more steel in his tone, "I did not teach my children to kill innocents and become bigoted, you imbecilic heir of Solivan! I could have decided to set you free but know now that your acts made you deserve the punishment that I'm going to give you." The dark wizard laughed at his words, not even realizing the implications of what had been said. However, Dumbledore was no fool, so he listened intently and a dawning realization came upon him. He tried to comment on it but was once again halted when his student began to chant, "Soul Links reconnect and be bound! Terra Separation! Tainted Soul I release you, go to your destination and allow yourself to be judged as either worthy or unworthy." As he uttered each chant, the fragments of Voldemort's soul was forcefully rejoined in his body and bound together. Then his soul and body was separated making the latter crumble into dust while the former was banished into a portal going towards the in-between world.

As their conversation was going on, aurors were pouring in to the area along with the minister, Cornelius Fudge. They had heard the boy-hero chant the spell the brought the Dark Lord's demise. Although, they were unable to see everything, they saw enough to make them realize that the person they were trying to ostracize was indeed correct in proclaiming the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. At the same time, they learned the very fact that Harry Potter had once again saved their world from the evil man. Fudge ordered his aurors to enter the inner room to help the members of the Order of the Phoenix in capturing the Death Eater who were paralyzed by the sudden death of their master. However, much to their surprise, Lucius Malfoy was still able to move but before he was arrested for several crimes, Albus Dumbledore approached him with his grandfatherly smile, hiding his confusion, and said loudly for everybody to hear, "It seems that you can finally feel at ease, Lucius. You no longer have to risk your life for feeding information about Voldemort." He turned to Severus Snape and added, "You as well, Severus. Be at ease, your life as a spy has finally come to its end." The two men nodded at him and apparated out of the battle-worn area, deciding to enjoy the first day of true freedom. The rest of the Death Eaters were bound in their dazed state and when somebody tried to take Sirius Black, the man was repelled by Harry's magic. He fired spell after spell only to be stopped by Harry himself, "Stay away from him. He is innocent of the crimes that you accuse him of. If you must arrest someone then search for Pettigrew as well as the others who bears HIS mark." The man tried to protest but was interrupted, "If you will insist then I suggest that you give him a trial that is proper for a member of a noble pureblood line. I will not allow you to cart him back to that human hellhole! Use veritaserum if you must but give him the trial that he deserves." With that, the man watched helplessly as he witnessed Harry pick up the prone man and give him to a wounded Remus Lupin who wholeheartedly accepted the load.

With everything in place, the minister, as well as many others, approached their heroin order to congratulate him on his victory. However, they didn't expect Harry to give a silent scream filled with pure agony as his body began to convulse and open up with gashes that were held at bay by his magic that is now waning. He crumpled beside Dumbledore who held him firmly as cut after cut arose from his pale body. The others didn't know what to think and fortunately, one Neville Longbottom possessed a common sense that told them to bring him to a healer. Kingsley Shacklebolt, one of those with only minor injuries, apparated Harry to the edge of Hogwarts upon the order of the headmaster. He levitated the young man inside the castle towards the infirmary where Poppy Pomfrey ushered him to place the prone boy into one of the beds.

In his semi-conscious state, Harry heard pieces of conversation between the medi-witch and the headmaster.

"He... suffered... severe... exhaustion..." (He has suffered from severe magical exhaustion.)

"Do... know... he's... to... up..." (Do you know when he's going to wake up?)

"I... know... really... what... the... do... there... it... as... he's... all... magic... one... only... call... back... once..." (I don't know. Really, Albus, what did the boy do in there today? It is as if he's released his magic in one go only to call it back at once.)

"I... understand... myself... Harry... himself... that... like... else... standing... his..." (I don't understand it myself, Poppy. Harry wasn't himself during that battle. It's like someone else is standing in his place.)

"Then... guess... can't... anything... We'll... have... wait... he... up..." (Then, I guess I can't do anything else. We'll just have to wait until he wakes up then.)

With that, the young man succumbed to full unconsciousness, dreaming only of events that were unknown but somewhat familiar to him until he reached the day of the last battle.

At the end of his dream, Harry Potter woke up with a jumble of emotions. There was confusion, shock, bewilderment, and underneath it all, there was relief at the knowledge that Voldemort was dead once and for all. His only problem was he felt as though there was someone else controlling his body as well as his magic. It was like he was watching from behind as someone was directing his very movements but at the same time, he knew that it was himself who did it. He was so confused and taken up by his thoughts that he didn't notice Madam Pomfrey approach his bed until he heard the noise of metal hitting a stone floor.

*Clang*

The medi-witch was surprised to see her charge sitting upright and was unable to prevent the medicine tray from slipping her grasp. Startled out of his reverie, Harry listlessly waved his hand and visualized the tray and its contents back in order. And much to his surprise, he found himself successful in pulling off such a feat. He stared at his hand as Madam Pomfrey stared at him in surprise. She approached the fireplace in her office and called the headmaster into the Hospital Wing. Harry, on the other hand, was so caught up in his surprise that he failed to notice the school matron head towards her office.

He only snapped back into reality when Albus Dumbledore cleared his throat to get his attention. He looked up to see several of his professors beside the headmaster. "Hello, sir. Hello Professor McGonagall, Professor Vector, Professor Sinistra, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Snape." The aged man inclined his head and replied genially, "I'm glad that you are awake, Harry." "Sir, may I ask something?" The young man replied respectfully. Dumbledore nodded at him in response so he continued, "How long was I asleep, sir? It's been a long time isn't it?" "Yes, Harry. You've been asleep for almost four months now. In fact, tomorrow is your birthday." The headmaster answered. He gave an understanding nod and waited for the old wizard to speak. He wasn't disappoint because as soon as he became quiet, Dumbledore asked him, "Now, Harry, my boy. Could you please tell me what you did back there in the Department of Mysteries?" He gazed at his mentor and replied honestly, "I don't know, sir."

Upon hearing this, Severus Snape sneered and interjected, "Of course you don't know. You've just walked towards the Dark Lord and told him to go and die and he just did. Really, Potter, are you so stupid so as not to remember what you did?" Before the Potion's Professor was reprimanded by Dumbledore, Harry answered him truthfully but confusedly without any sign of reacting at the man's words, "Honestly, I don't know what happened. All I remember was that I saw Bellatrix Lestrange throw Sirius into that veil and something inside me snapped. Somehow, my magic came off of me in waves and it felt like I was seeing things from a different point of view. It's like someone was using my body at the same time, I know that I'm the one who was consciously moving." He gazed at his professors imploring them to explain to him what had happened. The others shook their heads negatively while Snape was shocked to receive an honest reply instead of the angry retort that he was expecting. He actually welcomed the thoughts of Harry suffering from trauma. He couldn't believe that the boy was acting as docilely as he was acting now. As he was about to leave, his attention was snapped back to the headmaster who dragged him to the infirmary when the bearded man answered in a soft voice, "I have a theory but I still don't have proof to show you. But expect me to call you once I've confirmed it. Now, I think it's time for you to rest your body. See you later, Harry." "Wait, sir. How's Sirius?" Harry asked suddenly. The old man replied jovially at this, "He's finally free since he was finally given a trial at your bequest. Now, rest easy, my boy." With that said, the headmaster herder the others out of the infirmary to allow their young ward to have some rest.

Harry, on the other hand, was far from feeling restful. He stood up and walked towards the balcony to look outside. He was enjoying the view when he caught sight of a person flying. He wondered about who it was so he re-entered into the wing and approached the matron in her office. "Excuse me, Madam Pomfrey." The elderly women poked her head out of the door and answered him, "Yes, dear?" "Well, I was just wondering if there's someone here aside from the professor's and myself. I saw someone flying outside and was kind of curious." He said quietly. He waited and finally the woman told him, "Actually, there is another student here. Draco Malfoy was delivered here by his father due to some renovations being done at their manor and since Severus was the boy's godfather, it was decided that he should stay here." He nodded at this and went back to the balcony to watch the flying boy.

Poppy Pomfrey was confused. She thought that the boy would react violently about the young Malfoy being here but to her surprise, her patient merely nodded went back to the balcony. She wrote this on her official patient's report along with other facts that have been discussed earlier. When the sun set down, Harry went back to his bed and slept. This time he dreamt of finally having a home to live in and the anticipation of being with his new family.

When the clock struck midnight, Hogwarts witnessed the return of its beloved master as Harry Potter turned sixteen, the age when Salazar Slytherin received the honour of having the duty as the Gate Keeper of Souls. The young man glowed as he was given back all his past memories from his horrid childhood up to his death. At the same time, the castle itself became rejuvenated by the magic produced by her young man. The time passed with all of the knowledge that he had acquired a thousand years ago returned to him. This time, he awoke with the satisfaction of knowing what had truly happened. He smile and greeted the castle mentally, giving it a soft caress. He closed his eyes, which were no longer green but silver-green, and thought about having a talk with the headmaster. With all things in order, he went back to sleep.

On the far-end of the castle, Albus Dumbledore felt the resonance of power coming from the infirmary and smiled at himself. He was poring over several books about reincarnations and finally found what he was looking for in a book entitled The Bearers of True Immortality by The Black Princess. With his acquired knowledge, he waited to see if he was right in his assumption earlier. He wasn't disappointed and knowing that the founder had already merged with Harry's personality, he was anticipating the discussion that they would have. Setting the book aside, the headmaster went to sleep after he was given some reassurance by the castle itself.