Harry Potter, Choosing Sides

Chapter 1. Raising Awareness

This story will start around the same time as Order of the Phoenix, what if someone else came and got Harry instead of the Order? The story will mainly be OOTP but several twists to fit the plot I'm trying to make, darker Harry and Dumbledore trying to mold him into what he wants. There will be no slash in this story! I am still contemplating having a parrying, I can't really think of any that would go with the story, if I do one it will probably be a slytherin or something along the lines like that. If anyone has any ideas feel free to post your opinions in the review, this story will be a darker somewhat evil Harry but not insane, he will still feel remorse for his actions so to speak, he will feel guilt and question his actions.

This had to be one of the worst summers of Harry's already miserable life. He had watched a friend die right before his very own eyes then had to endure a ritual reviving the darkest wizard of all time. Soon after he had to walk the halls of Hogwart's on eggshells ignoring the horrified and suspicious looks, he couldn't bring himself to listen to anything anyone had said. His friends or at least who he thought were his friends made him promise to write, well at least Hermoine did, he knew what Ron was like and most guys and didn't expect much but he at least expected Hermoine to send him helpful encouraging letters.

But no, he sat here in Privet Drive for the past month pondering day after day when Voldemort was going to strike and when he was going to get to leave. It was strange some days he would sit in the garden and think about being with his friends then as if turning on a light switch he could feel a burning hatred for the people who all but abandoned him this summer. They always said they would be here for him, they had lied. He could understand Sirius not being able to being on the run and gathering up the old crowd or whatever that meant, but his friends letters had been little to no help at all.

Then there were the dreams, oh the dreams. He knew what they were now and it scared him, they were Voldemort's thoughts. There were several clues that led me to this conclusion, one being seeing him with Crouch and Wormtail talking with 'baby' Voldemort and the other visions I had then of course they come true, it's like he's talking to me in my sleep, like he's calling to me. but these made hardly any sense, dark corridors and shelves with hundreds of white orbs on them, it made no sense and I wouldn't have been able to figure out it was Voldemort's thoughts if I hadn't seen him torturing a few death eaters. So every night I either look into his thoughts or relive the graveyard, some nights I swear the dreams had been from his point of view, but that can't be possible, could it?

Harry now entered the tiniest bedroom of number four Privet Drive hating himself, Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic, his so called friends and Voldemort. He was being expelled because he protected his cousin and himself from Dementors, he should have left his cousin to get his soul sucked out and ran. But no Harry had to go and be a hero, saving the day and getting expelled, now to wait for the Ministry arrive and commence in the snapping of the wand.

As he was thinking this another owl showed up, it was from Dumbledore. As it turned out he was able to get me a hearing and hold off on the epulsion much to the Minister's distain, it also turns out I'm not supposed to go outside till he comes and gets me and if the ministry shows up to not hand over shit. "Bollocks!" Harry ripped the letter before throwing himself back on his bed.

Now sitting in his room he contemplated his options, he could wait for Dumbledore to come and get him, or he could just head to the burrow now. Its funning how they seem to forget the fact that two Dementors showed up, it can't possibly be safe here. Deciding to forget the letters and leave he packed up what little clothes he had in his already half filled trunk, his books and other magical belongings hadn't been unpacked yet. Thinking of a plan he decided to rig his trunk to the end of his broom and try his best and cover himself, his trunk and broom with the cloak while he flew to the Burrow, there weren't many places he could go now and that was the one place he knew he would find help. Turning he saw Hedwig sitting on her perch.

"Hey girl, I'm going to the Burrow. I want you to go ahead, k girl?" he asked the snowy white owl, she hooted happily then launched herself off the perch and out of the window elegantly. Harry got up eyes sweeping over his now former room, taking a calming breath he left.

Lumbering down the stairs with trunk in his left hand and his firebolt in his right he was met by a furious uncle Vernon. "What!" he snapped.

"What did you do Dudley?" his uncle roared back.

"Nothing! And the only way to get him better is by feeding him chocolate. Good riddance I'm leaving and hopefully weal never have to see each other again. Now move!" he shouted, his uncle didn't make a move. Harry's frustration growing, he dropped his trunk, and place both hands around the base of his firebolt, raising it like bat before his uncle could react he smacked him cross the face, hard. Tumbling down the final few steps, Harry chuckled then picked up his trunk and resumed as if nothing happened stepping over the now groaning form of uncle Vernon, it brought pleasure to the see the man he loathed in severe pain. Taking one last glance at the house he glared at his aunt slumped over her husband, she looked up with fear in her eyes at the nephew, he spit on the doormat before opening the door and moving to leave.

"Good evening Mr. Potter." Greeted Lucius Malfoy. Harry never liked the man, he always acted snobbish and like he was better than everyone else, and you could just tell that this is where Draco got if from. Remembering that he was one of the death eaters in the graveyard Harry glared at the man.

"Yes, Malfoy." Harry said through gritted teeth, looking at his surroundings he noticed two people who looked like Ministry officials, Aurors to be exact.

"We are here to escort you to the Ministry for questioning, don't worry you're not under arrest, yet." Malfoy said happily, something about the man just made me to not want to trust him, besides the fact that he worked for Voldemort he just seemed to be up to something.

"Sorry, but I don't plan going along with a death…" he never got finish the sentence as someone standing behind him cast the full body bind curse. Dropping to the ground Harry's eyes franticly looked around at the scene before him; Wormtail appeared seemingly out of thin air and turned to Malfoy.

"Master always said you were a formidable caster of the Imperius curse." Wormtail said chuckling and pointing to the two wizards in Auror robes, looking Harry noticed that both had a glazed over look and straining his brain they hadn't said a word or even moved. Harry mentally groaned, he was as good as dead now.

Malfoy looked pleased with himself before turning to the Aurors motioning for Pettigrew to follow they both stood behind the Aurors, Malfoy waved his wand and seemingly caused the curse to fail. The two wizards looked at each other confused before they were both struck with scarlet jets of light which Harry knew to be the stunning spell Stupefy. It just gets worse Harry thought, Wormtail that rat bastard traitor was now picking up my things and disappeared with a faint crack. Malfoy on the other hand simply held out a piece of rope and grabbed my arm before muttering "Activate" with the familiar tug behind the naval we were both whisked away to who knows were. I didn't know were but I had a good guess who I was going to meet when I got there.

When the spinning finally ended Malfoy grabbed my wand then muttered the counter curse freeing me from my bodily prison. Getting up and frantically looking around I noticed we were in a well lit and for what I must say I nice looking dining room, very fancy, a rich family must live here I thought. I was brought out of my thoughts by the hissing voice of my nightmares, the man who every wizard and witch in the world side for Dumbledore, turning to face fear personified I took I inaudibly gulped.

"Good evening Harry. Please take a seat, we have much to discuss. Refreshments will be served, as we might be here a while, I hope. This is all up to you. I could kill you right now, you know this don't you? But as I have said before I am merciful and I will speak my mind and gage your reactions before doing something that can't be undone so to speak." He said with an inhumane smile that made my blood turn to ice, I could only nod. "Very well, Lucius if you would be so kind to have your elf summon refreshments for us. I daresay Harry here can survive a little fire whisky cant you Harry?" I nodded again, why is he being so…nice?

A trembling elf appeared, I thought this elf must look how I feel right now. He carried three glasses with what looked like dark brown liquid, Fire Whisky to be exact. I never had the alcoholic beverage before, only heard about it from Ron and the twins, they said it was really strong. Calming my slightly trembling hand I grabbed the glass and took a gulp, wrong decision. Gasping as the liquid burned its way down my throat I could feel my eyes start to water, I looked around to see Malfoy grinning and Voldemort smiling again, it was just wrong. It didn't look right, the man was so pale and snake like his nose was flat and his lips were nearly nonexistent.

"So…" I say, not really trusting my voice in the current situation, but it supplied Voldemort all he needed to know.

"Well Harry, I wanted to congratulate you on defeating me in the graveyard those months ago, you were commendable and I must say I am impressed not even 15 and able to defeat me." Harry could sense a hint of annoyance and sarcasm in his voice. Harry merely shrugged. "But now onto the reason I brought you here, do you know why I wanted to kill you as a baby?" Harry shook his head, he had asked Dumbledore and he said he would tell him in time. "Would you like to know?" Harry shrugged, of course he wanted to know! But why would Riddle tell him, he was the enemy! "Of course you do!" Riddle snapped angrily. "I can tell you do and I will tell you right now, it was because of a prophecy made foretelling a baby who would bring about my downfall, naturally I acted by going after you and it backfired. I never heard the full prophecy on the first two lines."

He then repeated the first two lines The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. "You being born on July 31st fit the description. So I decided to nip the bud so to speak. I would also like to apologize, which I do not do often for murdering you parents. They were casualties of war so to speak, they need not die, I asked your mother to step aside but she felt it necessary to protect her own."

"I know! Every time I get near a Dementor I hear you ripping the family I never got grow up with apart! Why are you telling me this? Why not just kill me?" Harry asked, he didn't want to anger Voldemort but he was getting seriously flustered and frustrated.

"As I have said I never heard the full prophecy and seeing as you have been able to defeat me on several occasions I would like to hear it. So you are going to get it for me." Voldemort stated matter o factly.

"And what do I get in return?" Harry asked mockingly, knowing he wouldn't get jack in return.

"What ever you want, except for the death of me or my death eaters." Harry muttered something that sounded like not even Wormtail, which brought a grin to Voldemort's pale snake like face.

"I want you to leave me and my friends alone. How does that sound?" Harry asked.

"That would be fine, but I know that it will not work. I will gladly leave you and your 'friends' alone but I know that petulant Order is going to be a nuisance."

"Order?" Harry thought out loud.

"Dumbledore hasn't even told you about the Order of the Phoenix?"

Harry shook his head, his anger was once again starting to boil over. "Nope, the old man dumps me with those filthy muggles…." Did he just say filthy muggles, he never said anything like that before, he didn't like them but he wasn't racist like this. "I mean, my relatives he makes me stay with them and they treat me horrible. And I haven't heard any news about your return either, not to mention getting attacked by two Dementors earlier today and getting expelled from Hogwarts. Then the old man sends me a letter telling me to stay put." Harry snorted.

"I see you do not agree with him, then why do you follow him?"

"If not then follow who? You?" Harry snorted again. "Sorry Tom, but I'm not really into torturing muggles for sport." Voldemort glared at Harry for using his muggle name but didn't let his anger show beyond that.

"That is simply a tool I use to please my Death Eaters, as you know I am a half blood like yourself. I do not like muggles, but I do not find it necessary to mingle with them either, they're deaths do not disturb me at all. What I want is simply what Grindlewald wanted, I want wizards to take their rightful places in the world, did you know that he and Dumbledore were friends?" Of course Harry didn't know this and he shook his head. "Oh yes, very few know this. Dumbledore and Grindlewald were very close friends, they were going to conquer the muggles, but an argument ensued in which Grindlewald killed Dumbledore's sister, this caused a rift between the two which could not be repaired, years later Dumbledore defeated him and sentenced him to life in his own prison, not out of justice for the people but revenge for his family, just like his father. Oh yes it runs in the family, muggles attacked his sister when they saw her doing magic and his father slaughtered the muggles and their families, got himself thrown into Azkaban, but I daresay he passed on the gene to his son. You may ask how do I know this? Well I spoke with Grindlewald myself, he told me everything all the dirty little secrets of your beloved Headmaster."

Harry didn't know why but he was listening intently and he was believing every word of it. He could just feel as if he wasn't being lied to. "Why are you telling me this?" Harry croaked.

"I want you to join me." Harry was shocked. "You have powers Harry, I know. Not only were you able to defeat me in the graveyard but I have seen them over the years, you think Wormtail did not report your tales to me?" He asked amused to see the look on Harry's face. "I also saw that fancy bit of wandless magic you used against those Dementors-"

"-So it was you!" Harry interrupted.

"Yes and no. I or, I should say Lucius here has the Minister under a variation of the Imperius curse I happen to have developed myself. The curse has a slightly mind altering affect, it is not like the Imperius curse where they will listen to your every command, they will do most things they normally do but will how do you say… cater to your every need. Unfortunately the curse was applied incorrectly and Fudge let slip how much he wanted you and Dumbledore gone to his Senior Undersecretary Delores Umbridge, she in turn sent the Dementors after you. When I had Lucius put the curse of Fudge, he was simply supposed to slander you and Dumbledore through the Daily Prophet so no one would believe my return, I want my return to be on my terms, not yours. And to the no part, I saw it because I can see your thoughts, dreams, emotions. And I know you can see mine." Harry gulped, he had thought he was seeing strange things in his dreams, but he just brushed them off as nightmares after a while though he could almost feel as if they weren't nightmares or dreams but visions, he nodded slowly. "We are connected Harry, a bond has been formed. I can sense your power, and I respect power. I even tried to recruit your parents, well your father at least. He was a powerful pure blood who would have fit well with my death eaters, but alas he was in Dumbledore's pocket for far too long and took to fighting for the wrong cause. And your mother was a powerful witch herself, but she wouldn't fit being a muggle born, I could tell she was special when Severus asked me to spare her." Voldemort drawled.

"Snape? That's another thing, how can you trust him?" Harry asked confused. He had always thought Snape was on Voldemort's side, and he now found himself asking Voldemort how he could trust him.

"Severus and your mother Lily were very good friends until Dumbledore stepped in of course. He began pressuring her to the 'light' side so to speak, making her resent Severus for joining the death eaters, one of her own child hood friends." Voldemort shook his head in disgust. "Back to my point, I would train you to be the best you can be, you would be second to only me." Malfoy huffed indignantly. "Silence Lucius, you have seen what the boy is capable of, and I already know you are most faithful so do not question me, I also haven't punished you for your mistakes so you should be more respectful" Turning to Harry he continued. "I would train you myself as I have done with some of my more prominent death eaters. It is all here Harry, I asked you a little over three years ago, the offer still stands. If you refuse however I fear our paths will cross and I will be forced to kill you." Voldemort sighed.

"Wait…. Hold on, why do you trust him? I saw him 1st year threatening you in the forest." Voldemort grinnied at this

"It was all an act. Yes he threatened me, only so that he could provide Dumbledore with the memory of him doing so. He knew it was I before I entered the school, of course he could not show his support for me but he did his job so to speak. In the end it was you who thwarted me." Voldemort sighed.

"I had thought that it was Snape trying to get the stone for you, and Quirell was just some teacher in his way, so Dumbledore really trusts Snape then?" Voldemort grinned manically

Harry sat back letting everything sink in, Voldemort was right and wrong, there were pieces still missing. He had already started to resent Dumbledore before he had heard what Riddle had to say, but after hearing that he was no better then Voldemort he really started to resent the man. If Dumbledore hadn't interfered who knows maybe Harry's parents wouldn't haven't sided with anyone and they would have been spared. Now really thinking about it he thought how dumb or naïve was he? 1st year he lets Voldemort walk around the school without doing anything, second year he leaves Harry to fight a giant snake on his own not to mention hiring Lockheart, third year he lets Harry believe his godfather is a murderer also he doesn't bother to tell him it's his godfather. Then fourth year he lets a death eater, impersonate one of his oldest friends and doesn't even suspect him till his seconds away from ending my life! Now to the other things, for some reason unbeknownst to me he stuck me with the Dursley's, I would have been happy to live with the centaurs in the Forbidden forest but no off to the Dursley's Harry. Harry needed to hear this prophecy, they're was something going on here and he had a feeling it would put them together. How has he been able to defeat him all these times? Some of it was a combination of luck, skill but others were just something you couldn't explain.

Thinking again about all of his adventures it always seemed he had a hand in them. 1st year he teaches Harry about the mirror and what do you know, the mirror was the final task from stopping Riddle. Second year the chamber is reopened and he gives that cryptic message about needing help and it would be given, and what happens his bloody phoenix shows up and saves the day. Third year he leaves me and Hermoine to save Sirius when he very well could have done it himself. Last year besides the fact that he let the death eater teach, he let me into this tournament surely he could have put better security on the goblet or after the fact got me taken out of the tournament. Voldemort was right Dumbledore was a meddlesome old fool. Turning his gaze to Riddle he spoke.

"Can I think about this? First I will get you the prophecy if you give me an oath, that you or your death eaters wont attack me or my friends. And to becoming your apprentice, I want to ask Dumbledore some questions first, let him plead his case." Harry stated

Voldemort drew his wand. "I Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, swear on my magic that if Harry James Potter retrieves the prophecy about him and I that I will not attack him or his friends, but if they strike first I will have the right to defend myself, and my death eaters will not attack him or his friends under my orders, so mote it be!" they shook hands and a white ring engulfed them, Voldemort picked up his glass and made a gesture for Harry to do the same they toasted and drank. "To friendship." Voldemort gave another inhuman, snakelike smile that made Harry inwardly shiver, but returned the grin slightly.

"Lucius since Harry has been so kind I believe we should have Cornelius drop the charges don't you, and while you are relaying our instructions I believe Harry here should retrieve our prophecy." Lucius stood and motioned for Harry to follow him, Harry to nodded to Voldemort before leaving. Wait did that just happen did he just have a civilized conversation with the Dark Lord, with evil incarnate? This day just keeps getting weirder, now I have to go and listen to this prophecy. "Oh and Harry, you can tell the Headmaster what ever you like, but I would refrain from saying we had this sit-down. Be cautious, I fear that if you tell him what we discussed here he might try and probe your mind, do not look into his eyes, and do not let him touch you! He will perform Legilimency on you." Harry gave him a confused look, Voldemort sighed. "He will try and invaded your mind, avoid his touch and gaze at all costs. If he enters your mind….you will know. The best defense for Legilimency is Occlumency but I haven't enough time to teach you now but a good shield charm should stop it, it isn't as good for many reasons one reason is lets your invader know that you know and is much more visible then simply bringing up an internal shield. As I have said I haven't enough time to teach you how to defend yourself but, you will get private lessons from the most powerful wizard in the world Harry if you accept, just think. Power, respect, freedom, love, everything you could ever want."

"Thank you. What should I call you?" Harry asked slightly embarrassed.

Voldemort smiled again. "I feel as my apprentice so to speak you should call me sir or my lord, I think that will suffice." Harry nodded before leaving with Malfoy.

"So Potter, what do you think of the Dark Lords offer?" Malfoy asked, I could tell he was curious and angry at the same time. I was getting more respect he a man who had been serving Voldemort for years now.

"Not sure, if he what he says about Dumbledore is true then Dumbledore will have a lot of explaining to do and if I don't get the answers I might take the offer. I want to hear what the prophecy has to say, I feel that it would fill in some of the missing parts. Can I have my wand now?" Lucius nodded before speaking.

"We are going to go to the Ministry. I will speak with Fudge and give him the new orders to drop the charges against you. You will go to the main desk, where you will surrender your wand, and then you will ask to be taken to the hall of prophecies. Since you have one there they will send you with an unspeakable to retrieve it, you and you alone can grab it, after that anyone can touch it. We will then return here to view the prophecy, after that you will be allowed to do whatever you like." He handed Harry his wand.

Lucius led Harry into the parlor where they used the Floo network to the Ministry; they wound up in the Atrium. Malfoy pointed to the desk where he would be assisted before leaving to have his 'talk' with the minister. Malfoy left for the Minister's office while Harry walked towards the desk. Harry walked curiously towards the desk cautiously, he couldn't help but notice the odd looks he was getting by most people. Stopping at the desk he spoke.

"Harry Potter, to retrieve a prophecy from the hall of prophecies." He stated clearly, the witch behind the counter looked up and didn't smile our seem to acknowledge him at all, her face was an emotionless mask.

"Very well. I'm going to need your wand." She waved her wand and didn't say anything then held out her left hand waiting for his wand. Harry handed the holly and phoenix tail feather wand to the woman. She ran a few tests on it then wrote something down before handing it back to him. Harry figured they were just running tests to make sure it was the wand he was registered as having, he knew Ollivander had to send all the sales he made to the ministry. A few minutes later he sat there waiting then a man wearing a long grey cloak can down.

"Harry Potter?" Harry nodded. "Follow me." Harry confused looked to the woman who gave him a look that clearly said you're not my problem anymore and go away. Harry followed the cloaked man to the lift, he didn't say a word the entire ride, surprisingly someone came sprinting towards the lift yelling his name, he peered out the lift to see Mr. Weasley and groaned inwardly.

"Harry! Sir." He shook Harry's hand frantically then gave the man in the gray cloak a strange look. "I thought we told you stay home Harry. Dumbledore isn't going to be happy about this." Mr. Weasley said in a tone that tried to say Dumbledore isn't happy and Harry should feel ashamed.

"Oh well sorry I didn't leave a note Mr. Weasley, feel free to report that I came to the Ministry to talk with the Minister." Harry enjoyed watching Mr. Weasley's jaw drop. Just as it was getting good the lift made a loud 'Ding!' causing everyone in the lift side for the cloaked man to jump. Harry looked up to see a number 9 lit up on the pad where you push your desired destination.

"Welcome to the Department of Mysteries." The man said to Harry. Harry turned to Mr. Weasley and waved at the man who seemed to be forming a solution for this rapidly growing problem, Dumbledore is going to be furious. And with that the lift door closed, Mr. Weasley forgetting what he came to the Ministry for made his way back towards the Atrium and sought out the closest empty fireplace.

"Hogwarts Headmasters Office!" he shouted throwing in some floo powder. After a quick brushing off his robes he looked around to see Albus Dumbledore putting his pet phoenix happily, how that soon will change.

"Albus!" Arthur shouted trying to get the man's attention, the second time it worked, he turned towards him with those twinkling blue eyes.

"Yes Arthur. I take it something has happened since you are here?" He responded.

"I just saw Harry at the Ministry." He stated, Dumbledore's face darkened, they had told the boy to stay put.

"Did he say anything Arthur? Was he in custody?" Arthur simply shook his head turning if possible paler.

"He was there under his free will it seemed." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Albus, he was there to talk to Fudge." Dumbledore looked furious but didn't even bother responding he ran towards the fireplace and shouted "The Ministry of Magic." Before even addressing Arthur he disappeared, a moment later so did Mr. Weasley.

Meanwhile in the DoM Harry was just making his way through towards the Hall of Prophecies. "So what elese goes on here? And why did Mr. Weasley look slightly intimidated by you?" Harry asked the man, for once he saw emotion on the mans face, he smiled.

"I am an unspeakable," Harry gave him a confused look "We aren't allowed to talk about what we do here at all, not even to our families. There are several chambers in the DoM the one we are going to is the Hall of Prophecies, whenever a seer makes a prophecy the witness is under magical law to bring in a memory of it. There are other chambers like the Love chamber where we study love, the time chamber where we study time and where people get time turners from. There is the space chamber where we can study the planets, there is the thought chamber where the greatest minds of their age have been donated for study." Harry gave him another confused look. "They leave their brains behind, and allow us to study them, who knows Mr. Potter maybe one day your brain will be in a jar. And here we are." Just as he finished they were at a black door, there was little lighting in this place but Harry could tell from his visions this was the right place. They entered the room, it was just like his dreams. Rows and rows of what looked like glass orbs where on top of shelves, the man led Harry till they reached his orb Harry thought.

"Ah here!" the man said triumphantly. "I cannot touch it, you have to grab it for yourself. It works much like a normal memory you open the orb and dump it into a pensive. You know what that is right?" Harry nodded. "If you need there is a room not too far from here where we can watch the prophecy. Don't worry I wont tell anyone what I saw, I'm bound by magic." Harry nodded and followed the man.

"Hey is there a way to find out who made this and who saw it?" the man nodded and as if the room was listening a piece of parchment floated from a shelf and landed in Harry's free hand.

Year- 1980

Producer of Prophecy- Sybill Trelawney

Witness- Albus Dumbledore

Contents Regarding- Harry Potter, Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Lord Voldemort, Neville Longbottom

Thoughts were swirling through his head when he read the parchment, so Trelawney wasn't a found this was the second prophecy or well first if you think about it. Of course Dumbledore had more secrets then ever and Voldemort wasn't lying at all. And what did Neville had to do with any of this? Just as he was finishing his thoughts the wand held out his hand.

"Pass it here and I'll dump it in." Harry handed the prophecy to the man who tapped his wand on it and slid it open. To Harry's amazement he dumped the contents into the pensive which looked much like memory strands. The man motioned for Harry to join him in the pensive, they entered.

It started with what looked like an interview, Harry confused looked over to the cloaked unspeakable who merely shrugged. Harry getting irritated was getting angry when it happened, for the second time in his life he seen Trelawney she stood up as Dumbledore was getting ready to leave and spoke in the hoarse, raspy voice she spoke with in his third year.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."

Harry looked over to the Unspeakable whose face was now chalk white. The memory faded soon after Sybill was finished with her prophecy.

"So what do you think?" Harry asked the cloaked man. "What's your name?"

"I..erm… my name…Xavier Edgecombe, and as for what I think. Good luck I suppose, we here in the department of mysteries know things we aren't exactly supposed to know. We know you-know-who is back, but we aren't supposed to say anything. When given the job as an unspeakable you aren't allowed to talk about it to anybody, unless they give you an oath of silence or are a fellow unspeakable. And the oath is only supposed to be allowed on immediate family."

"Well I guess I should get going now. Thanks for the help." Xavier nodded before retrieving the prophecy from the pensive after that he placed the collected strands back into the orb and sealed it again and handed it to Harry. They made their way back to the lift and used it to go back to the atrium. There Harry looked around before spotting his 'ride', he made his way towards Malfoy.

"I have the prophecy so we can return to your masters hideout." Harry said to Malfoy who grinned wickedly.

"You have done well Potter, the Dark Lord will be pleased with us." Harry raised an eyebrow. "You will learn things Potter, team work will get you further then the whole lone wolf act."

Harry shrugged handing him the orb, just then someone spotted them. This was going to be awkward. Before they could speak Harry did "Dumbledore is here, give the prophecy to Voldemort! Go I will stay."

Lucius looked at him surprised. "Very well, the charges have been dropped Potter, good day!" and with that Malfoy spun on the spot and disappeared as Dumbledore and Mr. Weasley made their way to Harry, thankfully for Harry they hadn't spotted him handing over the prophecy.

"Harry would you care to explain yourself?" Dumbledore asked slightly irritated. Harry glared at him before speaking.

"Representatives from the Ministry showed up and asked me to tag alone. I came with them and spoke with Fudge he dropped the charges against me so there will be no need for a trial." Harry made sure he didn't make any eye or bodily contact with his Headmaster. Dumbledore gave a frustrated sigh.

"Harry I must implore you to let us know when you leave from now on. It is not safe-" But Harry cut him off.

"Of course it isn't safe! I just got attacked by two bloody Dementors, and you have the nerve to tell me it isn't safe. Maybe if your drunk of a guard was paying attention I wouldn't have had to talk with Fudge. You think just because I'm locked up in my room that I'm safe." Harry snorted. "You know Albus theyre are things besides physical damage. Things like emotional abuse amongst others, but you wouldn't know anything about that! Course you mail isn't being searched and you aren't trapped with people who loathe you, so don't tell me things you don't know anything about!" Harry shouted the last bit. They were now starting to draw unwanted attention, Dumbledore acting on instinct grabbed hold of Harry and dissaperated without a sound. Arthur Weasley followed suite.

When Harry finally came to his senses he realized he was in a park of sorts, not in Little Whinging but somewhere he had never been before. Looked around and holding in the urge to vomit he noticed the neighborhood wasn't the nicest of places, it looked dirty and beat down, the houses were old and worn looking, he was sure this was a muggle area. Just as the urge to vomit was leaving he looked and saw Dumbledore, and a whole new reason for his stomach to turn started up. Before he could speak Mr. Weasley arrived, this seemed to bring Dumbledore out of his stupor as well.

"Harry read this and when were inside we will talk." He said handing Harry a piece of parchment , Harry glared at him before looking at the parchment.

Welcome to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. How to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, Headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix and Sirius Black's love den!

Harry would have laughed at the parchment had he not been standing next to the man he hated more the Voldemort at the moment. He looked up felt the same sort of feeling he got when he was performing magic, looking around he saw that a house was starting to appear where before was simply an empty lot. Following Dumbledore they left the park and made their way to the house, which was less beat down then the rest. Harry guessed this was thanks to magical up keeping, but then he thought it must not have been good from the looks of the house.

Dumbledore knocked twice and they were soon greeted by Molly Weasley

"Oh thank goodness you've found him! We were so worried about you Harry." He didn't even respond to this comment and walked passed her inside avoiding her hug, she looked confusedly at her husband then at Dumbledore who shook his head. They made there way back into the house looking for Harry who somehow found the kitchen on his own and sat down.

"So…care to explain your actions for this past month and in the atrium, Albus." Harry said making sure to use extra emphasis on his Headmaster's name.

"Harry it was necessary for your own protection. Everything we have done has been to keep you safe." Dumbledore responded.

"So locking me up with those people you call my relatives is supposed to keep me safe? I don't think you even listened to a thing I've been trying to tell you, they hate me!" he yelled the last bit. "They barely feed me enough to keep myself from starving, I have nobody to talk to because they put out the word that I'm a criminal so I haven't talk to anyone friendly besides Hedwig all month." Except Voldemort but I won't reveal that just yet. By now people from the rest of the house had heard the commotion and made their way to the kitchen. There were several of them, Professor Lupin who he hadn't seen in almost two years, Sirius his godfather, Ron, Hermoine, Ginny, the twins Fred and George, Alastor Mad eye Moody, a big black man with a gold earring he had never seen before, and a pink haired witch he had never seen before.

"Harry! I think you should show some respect to your Headmaster." Said Molly Weasley, always the hypocrite Harry thought. She can send a fucking howler to her own kid but I cant yell at one of my Professors, please.

"Harry I don't understand why your being so hostile. We were trying to help you." Said Dumbledore which was regarded with nods of approval. So this is how they wanted to play it he thought, all siding on his side. The only person he noticed who seemed not convinced were Lupin and Sirius.

"You don't know shit Dumbledore! How is almost getting my fucking soul sucked out by Dementors helping me? don't answer that it was a rhetorical question." He sneered at the man. "In the end someone else helped me get the charges at the ministry dropped, I think you know him." He said grinning wickedly, he couldn't help it. He wanted to keep it a secret for as long as possible but part of him really wanted to see the look's on their faces when he told them who he talked with.

"Harry what are you talking about? How were the charges dropped." asked his confused Dumbledore.

"Oh nothing someone with connections at the ministry was able to have the charges against me dropped." Harry answered he was enjoying the frustration he was causing them. Dumbledore was the master manipulator, the king of halve truths; let's see how he likes it.

"Would you be more specific Harry, I believe some of us would like to know more."

"Ok. Lucius Malfoy showed up with two Auror's and told me to come with him, he took me to the ministry where he talked to the Minister and got him to drop the charges. I gave him something for his efforts." Harry answered leaving certain pieces still blank, he rather enjoyed talking to him like this. The old Harry would have caved and been yes sir and no sir by now. Not this Harry this Harry wasn't a pushover anymore.

"Harry that isn't wise, you yourself have seen what he is capable of. And you yourself named him as a death eater." Dumbledore stated which gained him more nods. "Care to tell us what you gave him?"

"He seemed nice enough, and I think I will keep what I gave him to myself, thank you." And then it happened what Voldemort had warned him about, they locked eyes and he felt the probe. In an instant he had his wand drawn and had cast a shield charm, the room gasped. "What the fuck are you playing at Dumbledore?" Harry roared. "I may not be all powerful like you but I know a Legilemency probe when I feel one." The adults in the room stared at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"Albus how dare you try and invade my godson's mind! In my own house." Sirius yelled at the old man. At least he had an idea on which side Sirius would side. I just hoped it stayed that way if he joined the other team with me.

"Please forgive me Harry, I was just trying to get an idea what you were saying." I just glared at him, once again using that charm and those blue twinkling eyes of his. He's got the rest fooled but not me.

"Harry you just got a letter from the ministry for using magic! You're going to be in even more trouble!" of course Hermoine had to bring up something about breaking the rules like the good school girl that she is.

"If you haven't noticed were under the Fidelius charm," he glared at her, but she looked surprisingly confused "What? You mean to tell me that nobody told you that magic isn't detectible under this protection? Wow Hermoine, I thought of all people you would have searched up and down for books on it or did Dumbledore have all the books on wards removed?" Harry said with sarcasm practically dripping from his lips. "I thank you all for your warmest of welcomes but I think I will be going to sleep now." And with that he left the kitchen and made his way upstairs, it took him a while but he found a room with two beds and noticed his trunk was in the room as well as what looked like Ron's things, and too his surprise Hedwig was here.

"How'd you get here girl?" she hooted back, Harry of course had no clue what she meant, but Harry knew she was an expert at finding people. It was surprising that she was able to find a house under the Fidelius charm all this time, and to think he almost flew to the Burrow for nothing. "Well it looks like this will be home for a while so settle in." he said plopping himself onto the bed. Just then the door opened and Ron, Ginny, Hermoine, Fred and George entered.

"So Harry-" Fred started but George cut in

"-Plan on telling us what that-" George continued but was cut off by Fred

"-Was all about?" Fred finished

"One, please don't do that naymore. I already have a major headache and I don't need you two making it worse. And two I don't trust Dumbledore anymore, and with that said. Are theyre any empty rooms in this place? I would really like to be alone." They looked at him surprised and disappointed. "Look I've had a long day. You know attacked by two bloody Dementors-"

"Language Harry!" Hermoine scolded him, she really didn't know how angry I am.

"Mind your own business Granger!" I snapped back to the shock of the room, I had never called her Granger her before. I could see the hurt on her face and honestly she deserved it.

"Harry were just trying to help you." Ginny of course had to keep it going.

"Help?" Harry shot back then snorted. "I needed help all last month and nobody and I mean nobody tried. You all deserted me, you people have a long way to go before I consider any of you my friends." With that Harry got up and grabbed his trunk. "Come Hedwig, were leaving this room. It's a little crowded." Hedwig hooted before launching herself onto his shoulder. Glaring daggers at the people in the room before leaving was enjoyable, at least they know I'm not happy with them. Leaving I went a few doors down and found another empty room, this one wasn't in the best of conditions. Entering I was started when I egnited a lantern and found it wasn't empty, a house elf was already in there.

"Hello" I asked slightly confused, I had no clue a elf was here.

"Nasty blood traitors, mudbloods and halfbreeds. Filth!" the elf shouted. "Whose this, ah this must be the Potter boy. Yes, yes I can see the scar this is the one who defeated the dark lord. No doubt friends with the mud blood and the blood traitors."

"Nope youre wrong. I'm not quite fond of any of the blood traitors or the mud blood." Harry didn't know what came over him, part of him was angry for calling Hermoine that but part of him felt like it was least he could do. The elf looked delighted. "What is your name? I'm Harry, Harry Potter." He said extending a hand to the elf. Now in the light he looked old, much older than Dobby, his skin was wrinkly and his eyes were blood shot.

"Kreacher" the elf said bowing low disregarding Harry's hand. "Kreacher will clean the rest of the room for Master Harry right away, then I must tend to the blood traitors and the mud blood." Harry wanted to laugh, all the things he was saying he was saying them as if to himself like he didn't think I could hear him, it was amusing. Harry tossed his trunk into a corner then hopped onto the bed which he noticed was already clean and ready to sleep in, not even bothering to remove his clothes or glasses he layed down on the comfortable mattress and fell asleep almost instantly.

His dreams were strange again, they felt real and if it was really happening. Then he heard the voice.

"You have done well Harry." Voldemort said in his cold voice, harry couldn't see him but he knew he was there. "Don't worry Harry; I am just here to talk. I see your encounter with Dumbledore went like I expected."

"Yup, he tried to probe my mind but I cast the charm like you said."

"Much like I said Harry, you will learn to trust me in the future."

"How are you so sure I will join you?"

"You are forgetting I am in your head, I can see your thoughts, hopes, dreams, desires. You want to join but you don't want to abandon your so called friends and you don't want to lost the trust from your Godfather, the only family you have left" Harry could only nod to this, he knew him, there was no denying it. "How about this Harry, as you well know I have the Minister in my robe pocket. What if I were to say give Sirius Black the trial he never got? I could care less if they think and know that Wormtail was the culprit, as he is my personal servant anyway he isn't allowed to leave. But why have two people imprisoned, and if you can convince him Harry I am always looking for more faithful, he is a Black after all."

"You would do that for me?" Harry asked confused, why is he doing all of this for him. He was doing things that Dumbledore never would or could do. This made him even angrier, after the war everyone looked up to Dumbledore and he never got Sirius a trial, he never probably talked to him. Just chucked him in prison and left him to rot.

"Yes."

"Thank you. I'll tell him in the morning. So our deal is done then? You won't attack me or my friends?"

"Yes, and your welcome Harry, just remember what I said. Sleep well"

The voice drifted away and Harry couldn't help but think of the conversation he had earlier with the supposed darkest wizard of all time. Power, respect, freedom, and even love, everything you could ever want. Harry's smiled in his subconscious before drifting off further into his dreams.

Thanks for reading and make sure to post your comments on the story, this isnt't my main story I'm working on right now but I will try and update at least once a week maybe twice. I haven't seen many Dark Harry stories, the only one I have ever read and liked was Traitorous but it was abandoned =(...Wish me luck and Happy readings!