Dark as Cole, black as Ice

A/N:

I am back with another HP story. This one will be much different than my other one.

Warnings:

Dark Harry, violence, language, yaoi

Pairings:

Hp/Lv, may be others

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter. The rights to the original plot of the books go to J.K. Rowling.

/ this is used for Parseltongue.

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Prologue: Slytherin?

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I walked to the door of the house in Godric's hollow prepared for anything. At least almost-

I was not ready for the dark haired man who tried to block my way, or the flame haired witch who tried to protect her son. Lily and James Potter would die tonight, no regrets and no hesitation.

I watched in grim satisfaction as their eyes raked my serpentine form. I had worked hard to achieve this form and they were falling for it.

"Stand Aside petty Gryffindor,"

"Never, I won't let you hurt them. Lily take Harry and run."

"No James, I am going to fight. He will kill you otherwise."

The dark haired man sighed and glared at his wife.

"Why not just kill you both? We all know it is the boy I want. If you refuse me I will end up killing both of you. Why stall the enevitable?" I said.

"You won't get him. I will fight as long as there is still magic in my body." The red haired witch said. Her husband nodded from in front of her.

"I repeat, stand aside,"

"No."

I growled and pointed my wand at the Gryffindor male.

"Sectum Sempra,"

The curse sent gashes along James' body. He cried out in agony and that only caused me to smirk.

"Crucio,"

The pain laced through him and his wife tried to come to his aid.

"Incarcerous,"

The ropes bound the witch and I swept past them both to enter the house.

After passing several rrooms with locked doors I ascended the stairs. Sighing, I began to unlock the doors on the second fllor of the house. Just when I thought I had come for nothing I could sense strong magic from the door at the end of the hallway. I made my way over to the room and stepped inside.

Scanning the room my eyes immediately alighted on a small form in a crib. As I walked toward the aura the creature rolled over. Green eyes snapped open and I froze in place. What was this feeling? Why did I feel like something bad was going to happen? Ice lanced down my spine leaving me disconcerted. Lord Voldemort did not get scared or respond to the fear of others.

Shaking my head slightly I raised my wand and trained it on the figure. A small boy with black hair he was, and just as I was about to speak footsteps caught my attention.

"No, not Harry!" the red head cried. Her husband ran into the room and stood in front of the crib. A wandless Protego was quicly erected around the two males.

"Lily come here," James said. The woman shook her head and glared at me.

"You will not take him. He is our only son."

"I will take what I wish, and you will have no say in the matter."

"Lily," James said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. She trained her glare on him, which caused him to flinch.

"Expulso,"

The spell hit the woman and she dropped to the ground. This left the father and son for me to take care of. They wouldn't stand a chance.

"Reducto," the man said as he tried to aim the curse at me. A quick wandless Protego stopped the spell before it could harm me.

"You think you can stand a chance boy? You are insignificant in this war."

"I shall protect them." He said. I vaguely remembered the reports my death eaters had handed me about James Potter. The shield charm was his specialty but nothing could save you from what I was about to do.

"Avada Kedavra,"

The flash of green light was all that could be seen as his body slumped to the floor. The woman shrieked but I paid her no mind. The child was all that mattered now. he had to die in order for me to have no threat to my reign of terror. Even Dumbledore would die eventually, this boy was just another small object in the way of my plan for world domination.

As I walked toward the boy the woman got in the way.

"Not Harry! I shall protect our only son." She said. I rolled my eyes and pointed my wand at her.

"It is surprising that you still live woman. That exploding curse should have killed you."

Her eyes widened in realization. I briefly scanned her body. There were many places where it looked like her guts were going to spill out of her.

"I will still fight, for Harry is all I have left now." she declared as she brought out her wand and waved it in my direction.

I dodged with ease as a cutting curse sailed by me, missing by a mile. Frustration was evident on her face as she closed her eyes. Fire erupted from her wand and I smirked, casting a spell that would extinguish the flames. Bloody Gryffindors thought they could kill me? Not likely.

"Stand aside, or I will kill you," I hissed. She glared at me and raised her wand.

Before she could cast another potentially harmful curse I got to it first.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Her body fell to the floor, leaving a clear path to the boy. He pulled his small body into a standing position as I made it to the crib. As I was about to cast the final killing curse those green eyes were turned on me. I cursed myself as those eyes held me in place. How could a boy do this to me? An infant … a child?

He raised a hand and smiled at me. I could swear that it turned into a smirk. Closing my eyes I growled in the back of my throat. Snapping my eyes open I intoned,

"Avada Kedavra," in the most deadly voice I could manage. The curse hit the boy-

The flash of green light surprised me. It had hit the boy but was now soaring toward me. I tried to move but found I could not. All I could do was watch as my own Killing Curse rebounded. Then the world went black as I felt my soul being ripped from my body.

That night left Harry James Potter an orphan. He was placed with his Muggle relatives to keep him safe. Lily Evans' muggle sister and her husband would be able to protect him. The magic that had caused the Killing Curse to rebound would protect him.

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The letter had come near the middle of June. The Dursley's had tried to keep it from him but they had failed. Harry managed to pry it from his uncle's grasp as he handed over the rest of the mail. The huge man was furious but could not find the boy when he tried to look for him.

That letter had just been the beginning of the turn Harry James Potter's life took. After reading and sending his own letter he waited. A few weeks later a man had shown up on his doorstep. This man hopefully would take him away from the Dursley's. Their torture had began to annoy him at age seven and it would be nice to leave that behind.

Harry made his way down to the living room when the loud knock resounded from the front door. Opening it he was surprised to find a black haired man in strange clothing.

"I am here to escort a Harry Potter to Diagon Alley." The man sneered. Harry shook his head and stared at the man. His black tresses swirled in an almost graceful arc around his head and then settled near the middle of his back. The man blinked, this was not what he had been expecting.

"Diagon Alley? So they are letting me go to Hogwarts? I haven't gotten a letter since the invitation." Harry said. Why was thisman here only now? For that matter … why had there been no warning? It was a good thing the Dursley's were out of the house that day.

"It is unfortunate that it had to be myself. I hated your father," Severus Snape found himself saying.

"You knew my parents?"

"yes, Potter, let's go." The professor said as he dragged the boy out onto the street. A resounding crack was heard as the man and the boy disappeared.

Several hours later found Harry standing in front of Olivander's. He had bought all of his school supplies except for his wand.

"Well, don't just stand there, go inside." Snape said. Nodding Harry made his way inside the shop. Looking around he saw numerous boxes and a few strange stones. Snape did not follow him. The dark clad man had begun to get on his nerves, that was probably a good thing.

After getting a wand he left the shop. The shopkeeper's words rang in his ears.

'That wand's brother belonged to a powerful wizard. Dark but powerful. I think we can expect great things from you Mr. Potter.'

What did he mean by that? Who was this 'powerful wizard?'

Maybe he could ask Snape about it. The man didn't talk much but he might jump at the chance to show Harry up, on something he didn't know.

Snape stood leaning against a dingy building.

"You got your wand?"

"yes," Harry said. It had not been a question but he felt like trying to make conversation.

"Why do people keep looking at me? Is it something I did?"

A sigh could be heard from the tall man as his eyes raced around the immediate area.

"When you were a year old something happened."

"Like what? If you are going to say that much there is no point in stopping."

"… at the time … There was a dark wizard who planned to take over the world. Muggles –non-magical people had to go. They were scum in his eyes, and a stain on the Wizarding world."

With a barely noticeable ringing of his hands Severus continued,

"He got wind of a prophecy that told of his demise. In order to render it useless he made a decision. He went after the person who was presumed to be his downfall."

"And that was who?"

"Yourself, you were the one fortold to kill him. At least that is what he thought. He killed your parents and then tried to kill you. How could a mere child bring down the most powerful wizard of the time?" Severus said with a shake of his head. Harry blinked and sighed,

"I still don't understand how that makes people stare at me. What is so special about this Killing Curse?"

They had discussed magic and curses briefly, Harry wondering what kinds of tasks could be performed. "What is so special about it?" Severus hissed through his teeth. He forcibly reigned in his anger before it would draw out his magic.

"The Killing Curse has never been deflected before. The 'avada kedavra' is the one curse that has no counter."

"So this makes me what? The only one to survive it? Surely that cannot be true."

"yes it does Potter. You are known as the Boy-Who-Lived in the Wizarding world."

Harry shook his head and began to walk away from Snape. The man reluctantly followed as the boy came to a stop in front of a dreary looking storefront.

"This is where I told you that pets could be bought. What is your reason for coming here Potter?"

"I feel like there is something for me here. It won't take too long. You will be able to make it back to your bat cave soon Snape."

Bat cave?

Harry entered the shop and looked around. There were cages of all shapes and sizes as well as tanks full of fish or other creatures.

"What would you like young master?" a voice asked. Harry turned to see a long haired man behind the counter smirking at him.

"I was looking for a pet, something from inside this store was calling to me."

"I am sure we can find something for you here. Just look around and then tell me what you found." The man said with a sweep of his hand around the shop.

Passing most of the cages Harry saw creatures he never thought existed. There were a few cats, spiders, owls, birds of prey, and some snakes. A wave of disappointment made Harry clench his teeth. Snakes were banned at Hogwarts. Damn. Some of them looked rather intriguing.

He had been able to talk to snakes since he turned six. At the zoo on Dudley's eleventh birthday he had let a python loose. A few years prior to that he had conversed with a snake in the garden at home. It seemed like the most normal thing in the world. That he was being prohibited to own one angered him. He begun to deliberately seek out a snake that would suit him.

It took a while but he managed to find the aura –or rather presence—that had brought him to the shop in the first place. A black and dark green creature was coiled in a tank a few feet above his head. He went back to get the storekeeper. The man smiled as the boy led him to the tank.

"That is a magical python. Although only a few months old it is highly intelligent and very poisonous. Are you sure?"

"yes," Harry said as the man smiled at him. The man brought out a basket and opened the tank. The snake slithered into it and he gave it to Harry.

"He has no name as of yet. If you are not careful you will be injured. Is this what you want sir?"

"Of course you are right to be worried over my safety. I shall be fine." Harry said as he looked the snake over.

The snake lifted its head and stared at the boy.

/Ssso what do we have here? A human who dares to own me?/

/I would merely like a companion. Owning a creature is not my focus./

/I like your attitude boy. Though you are barely older than a hatchling yourself you seem to understand and respect me. I am called Durante. And what is your given name?/

Harry thought for a moment before replying.

/Harry Potter./

/That name is so mundane. I shall call you Malo. It means-/

/Bad or evil in Spanish. Is that how you see me?/

/Yes master. You shall be called Malo./

Harry smiled at the snake and followed the shopkeeper back to the counter at the front of the store.

"He is 1500 galleons."

"Alright, is that the usual price?"

"No, but I think you deserve him. He hasn't been so friendly with anyone since he was brought here."

"Here you are," Harry said as he produced the allotted amount of money from a pocket of the robes he had bought earlier.

"Thank you sir, have you chosen a name for him yet?"

"Durante," harry replied as he left the store.

Durante slithered up his arm to rest near his left shoulder. This way he would be hidden from anyone who tried to take him from Harry.

"So what was your purpose for going in there?" Snape asked with a scowl.

"I bought a pet. Snape is it really your business?"

"The headmaster asked me to 'watch' you. As much as it disgusts me-"

His eyes widened as a black and green snake popped its head out from Harry's sleeve.

"You are aware Mr. Potter that snakes are forbidden from the castle?"

"Yes, what Dumbledore doesn't know won't hurt him."

"If I catch that snake attacking students or not curled around your person I will tell him." Snape said. The boy nodded and made his way to the gates of Diagon Alley, with the professor trailing behind him.

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The school year would begin on September 1st. As soon as Harry got home he opened up the trunk that he bought and scanned the titles of the books that were also purchased. Buying some extra reading material had been easy. Snape didn't even bat an eyelash as he stacked the extra books on the counter. Hiding them from the other professors would be the problem. The 'extra' material was all based on what most wizards called the dark arts.

The titles had caught his attention. Finding a spell that would keep the ministry from noticing his use of magic was nearly impossible. There was a book on runes he picked up from a store on the next street over from Diagon Alley. Nocturn alley was said to be the home of strange characters and dark wizards. Hopefully he could find a way to block that spell. Growing up with muggles had put him behind in what he thought he should know.

After reading a few chapters of the rune book he found it. Cutting his finger with a small knife that was going to be used in his potions class, he watched in fascination when his blood trickled down his hand. Shaking himself he drew the rune on his left hand in his own blood. With a flash the rune was burned into his skin. It didn't hurt but it definitely was foreign to him. Picking up his wand he smirked. The ministry could stuff their wands up their asses. Harry James Potter wasn't going to be confined by their restrictions any more.

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His birthday had been a quiet event. Severus had gotten him a book on dark curses and the Dursley's ignored him. There was a letter attached to the book when a black owl flew in to deliver it. Blinking in confusion Harry untied it and stared at the owl.

Potter,

I know that I can be well … unsettling. I hated your father and nothing is going to change that. I do however, feel that you are not the light icon that the wizarding world believes you to be. I would like you to come to my office after your first day of classes.

The book is full of dark curses that you may enjoy. Although however, the spells are quite advanced. I warn you now. Don't try any of them until you know what you're doing. If cast improperly they may have some nasty side effects, the worse resulting in your own death.

I will see you at the castle on September 1st. Try to stay out of trouble and don't set that snake of yours on anyone.

Severus Snape,

Potions Master,

Hogwarts

Harry skimmed over the table of contents that the book had. The curses and spells would be fun to try out. Many involved causing pain and torture upon others. It worried him that his own blood had fascinated him but he could figure that out later. Some of the curses that caused bleeding interested him. Maybe he could catch up and outdo his fellow wizards in training. Not that his goal was to outshine them. It was merely to change the wizarding world's view of him.

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On August 31st Snape was at his door to escort him to King's Cross. He explained how the barrier worked and then left. Growling under his breath Harry pushed the cart that held his belongings toward the platform. Even with the instructions he wondered if he would be rejected. The magic he had practiced was all dark arts. Would the barrier reject him for that?

A family of red heads made their way toward the barrier. Blinking rapidly Harry counted seven.

"You're first Percy," the only woman of the group said. A tall red head with glasses nodded and walked through the barrier.

"Now you two, Fred and George,"

Two boys who looked to be twins rushed at the barrier and made it through. A short boy and a girl who couldn't be any older than ten stood next to the woman.

The woman spotted him and smiled.

"You confused dear?" she asked. Harry found himself nodding and walking toward the four remaining red heads.

"All you have to do is walk through the pillar. If you are nervous it is best to do it at a bit of a run." The woman said. Nodding Harry braced himself for impact as he jogged to the barrier. When his trolley made contact it went straight through. Harry could see the red headed boy next to him as he spied a train in the distance. Wanting to get away from all of the red heads he stalked toward the train.

A stunned Ron Weasley watched him. After rubbing his nose he ran to catch up.

"I'm Ron Weasley, What's your name?"

Harry was tempted to say Malo but thought better of it. The boy looked to possibly be Irish or maybe Scottish he wouldn't understand.

"Harry Potter." He said flatly. Ron's eyes widened and his gaze swept over Harry's form.

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In front of him stood a boy of about 5'2 or so. For an eleven year old that was pretty tall. Ron had seen taller but not too often. The boy's hair flowed over his shoulders and pooled somewhere near the middle of his back. He wore dragon hide boots, leather pants, a black t-shirt that had snakes sewn into the material, and his eyes …

Those eyes were the color he imagined that Avada Kedavra was. He had never seen the spell cast before and hoped he would never see it.

"Harry Potter? I was expecting someone a little shorter and less … like a snake." He said. The other boy blinked and smirked.

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"Uh … only Slytherins are like that. You don't want to get mixed up with them."

"What's wrong with that?" harry asked pretending to be oblivious.

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"They are slimy gits who just want to kill muggles." Ron said. Harry closed his eyes. This boy was annoying and making him angry. He could feel Durante quivering in anger near his shoulder.

/Don't attack him as much as you want to./ Harry whispered. Ron's eyes were on him now.

"What was that? How am I supposed to believe you when you look and act like this?" Ron asked. Harry cursed himself for not learning how to communicate telepathically with his snake. From what he read Durante should be what is commonly called a familiar. They should have that kind of bond. But for the life of him Harry did not know how to communicate as such.

'Just try Malo.'

Blinking Harry forced the surprise from his face.

'What?'

'That's it Malo.'

'So, this is it? I thought it would be harder.'

'Yessss Malo. You might want to answer that dolt. He annoys me with every second. The urge to bite his hand off is rather strong.'

'Don't even think about it. We will be rid of him soon enough. He is just interested in the Boy Who Lived and not in who I am otherwise.'

'You better be right Malo. If he hurts you I will strike.'

Harry held back a chuckle as he glared at Ron.

"Why would I lie about something like that? Do you think I want the fame and recognition?"

Harry sighed and brushed his fringe out of the way. His lightning bolt scar stood proudly on his forehead. With a gasp from Ron hands were on his face. Snarling Harry jerked away and snapped.

"Don't touch me. If you still need proof would you like me to tell you what it was like to see my parents die? I don't remember it and I wouldn't tell you if I did."

"I … I want to be your friend Harry."

"No."

"Why not? I can teach you about magic. What you want to know right?"

"I can see from the few minutes I have known you that is not true. I know a lot more than you do. Stop trying."

"But-"

"I will not associate myself with a weasel." Harry said. He wondered where that nickname had come from but shrugged and walked away. Angry stomping did not make him turn around. Ron could have a tantram if he liked, but it was not Harry's problem.

The ride on the train was quiet and uneventful. A few hours of reading later and they were in Hogsmede station. The magical town did not interest him. The looming black castle in the distance was what he wanted. There was so much power radiating from the structure. So much to be learned … so much to hide.

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Harry watched as students were called to the front of the room. They were in the great hall waiting to be sorted in one of the four houses. A blonde boy stood next to him. He had introduced himself as Draco Malfoy in Madam Malkins and Harry had taken a liking to the boy. They were far from friends at the moment but that could change. He was sure the boy would be in Slytherin by how he acted.

"Malfoy, Draco,"

The blonde smirked and put the hat on his head. Just seconds after it had touched his head the hat shouted,

"Slytherin!"

A few more students were sorted and then,

"Potter, Harry,"

A murmur started at the announcement of his name. Harry forced all emotion from his face as he sat on the stool. The witch reading off the names gave him the hat and he placed it on his head.

"A great mind, clever, cunning, and do I see courage here as well?" the hat whispered in his mind.

"What does it matter? I just don't want to be in the Lion house. They annoy me." Harry thought. He had only met a few Gryffindors but they did not impress him.

"Slytherin then? You could be great you know. A dark wizard who only grew in power every year was in Slytherin."

"yes, Slytherin. At least they seem to know what they're doing."

"Alright then ... Slytherin!"

An uproar sounded in the hall. Harry removed the hat and muttered under his breath as he made his way to the silver and green table. The snakes welcomed him as he took a seat next to Draco.

"I am surprised Potter, I thought for sure you would be a Gryffindor."

"Why is that Malfoy?"

"You are Harry bloody Potter. You're the Savior of the wizarding world. The bleeding boy who lived. Surely you would go to the light side."

"No." is all that Harry managed before the Headmaster's furious gaze was on him.

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A/n:

I know that it was a really long prologue. I needed to set things up. You had to get the picture. This is no fucking golden boy. This is a dark version of Harry. Dumbledore's manipulations annoyed me as it is.

Now I guess I have a little explaining to do …

Although Harry is dark in this story he will go through some of the same things he would in a cannon story. He does not hate Voldemort but fights against him throughout school only because the dark lord starts it. In his haste to regain a body he does not notice the darkness that surrounds Harry. This will make for an interesting turn of events.

The first chapter will take place in Harry's second year at Hogwarts. There will be mentions of the first year but I refuse to write it. The story line is not much different. Harry's memories will explain it.

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