A/N: HI THERE! This is the first time I'm posting on Fanfic (Instead of reading I got an account and wrote something). I got this idea after reading pikachumomma's 'The Dark Lord's Protector'. I agree with what she said at the end of the first chapter on how there are not enough dominate Harry with a submissive Voldemort (but not weak, or (I think) Tom Riddle (I view them as two different people)). I also enjoy demons (Before I read pikachumomma's story I had been juggling the idea of a demon!Harry with Draco, but this seemed like a good idea.

I don't own Harry Potter.

Decided Pairings will be HP/LV, LM/SS, and (mentioned) SB/RL (As far as the awesome people go... The Light... well I don't care about them enough to do anything with)

Characters that I haven't fully decided to pair are...

Fred/George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Blaise Zabini

(This list will hopefully change (and add more characters, since these are the ones I am sure that I'll have in the story) after the first two or so chapters... Suggestions welcome)

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Well enjoy this chapter, also if you actually just read any of this A/N... you are awesome.

Chapter one, Good morning Harry Potter. Good night demon.

It was dark and cold at the cliffs near Hogsmead, as cliché as it sounded. These cliffs would not be noticed at all by the children Hogwarts Express going home for the winter holiday in the morning. Nor would the body at the base of the cliff...
At least that was what Dumbledore thought when he put one of his students under the Imperius curse and made him walk off the cliff...
How could he have known just how weak he was, just how stupid his actions were...
But he would learn.
He had already taken a child away from its family, already ruined so many lives. He was the reason why a broken child became a twisted man; he was the reason why so many followed that broken and twisted creature...
So wouldn't it be poetic that the second child he had tried to destroy would become his destroyer. This thought brought a smile to the sickening sight at the base of the cliff, the smile horrifying as the body began to reform around it.
"You made a mistake old man, leaving me to die." A chuckle came from the, now fully healed, dark teen, "He was right, there is only power and those too weak to seek it." Emerald eyes looked up to the sky, "And you, Dumbledore, are too weak to kill a child." An insane grin, "Or perhaps you did," he pondered, after all with the information flowing through his head he no longer felt like a child, oh well, "Prepare to fall Lord of Light," he told no one and the world, "prepare your minions, prepare your heir, prepare the traitor, prepare your graves. You all will die soon." The nameless teen, formally Harry Potter, cracked his neck as the last of his bones went back into their proper place. Rising up the teen's insane smile vanished into a grimace when he looked down at his nearly bare body, being that most of his clothes had been torn to shreds, looking at all his various scars and how badly in shape he was from starvation and neglect even after months of good food and decent care. "So much to repair," He muttered. Closing his eyes he reached up to tap one of his godfather's parting gifts. "Black Manor." The teen vanished without a sound; the only proof left from the death of Harry Potter was blood, broken glasses, and a shattered holly and phoenix feather wand.

•••••••••••Earlier that day••••••••••••

Dumbledore look up as someone slipped into his office as he let his 'grandfather' mask slip on. His 'kind' smile widening when he saw that it was a certain bushy headed Gryffindor. "Miss Granger, my dear, what brings you here? Your's and Mr. Weasley's next report isn't until a week after break." He raised his eyebrow when she sat down uninvited across from him, "Lemon drop?"
Hermione shuttered at Dumbledore wondering how no one noticed that he was just as cold and mad as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But, of course, she never said a word, dreaming of the day when she would be Minister just like Dumbledore promised, that the first hold the office when his regime toppled the old one would be her. "Well headmaster, you remember what you asked of me and Ronald? To watch and see if Potter starts acting oddly or doubting you?" She paused as see felt a shred of her failed conscience rise to the surface telling her that what she was doing was wrong, but like always she ignored it, "P-Potter started questioning your ideals, he started asking what we thought about you. And also he's starting to pull away from us, Ronald said that Potter isn't even sleeping in the dorm room anymore..." She trailed off watching Dumbledore for a reaction.
Dumbledore smiled at the girl and nodded slightly, "Thank you my dear, please return to the tower, and send Harry to me." Hermione nodded and left heading back to the tower.

Dumbledore slumped slightly behind his desk and raised his deformed hand, the Gaunt ring still on his finger, "Oh Gellert what would you say?" He muttered examining the ruined appendage, "Would you condemn me for what I'm planning or has that already occurred?" Albus knew what his old lover would say, because as cruel as the other man had been when he had still had his magic, he would never have harmed a child, even one with demon blood.

He sighed, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry, but this, just like your imprisonment, is all for the Greater Good." He put his hand down on his desk and he pulled out an old brittle looking wand. Dumbledore glared at his old wand, not very strong, the core was kneezle whiskers, kneezle whiskers and driftwood, eleven inches. Not a threatening wand, even Ollivander had called it weak while giving him a pitying gaze when he had given it to him not even making him pay for it. But the Elder wand, threstral hair and, of course, elder wood, fifteen inches long. Anything but weak, as only the strongest could control it, nothing like his original wand, which even a squib could probably use. The only thing that he had ever used it for since he had 'received' the Elder wand was for things like what he was about to do. All he had to do was make Harry eat a lemon drop and the amplifying potion would allow the weak Imperius that he could do with his wand to control even the strongest of wills. By using his old wand to make people…disappear… it was never traced back to him because the Elder wand had its own magical signature and everyone thought that it was Dumbledore's because he had had it for so long that no one remembered that it used to be different (or he made them forget with a well-placed memory charm).

That was all beside the point, if his weapon, the 'Hope of the Light' were to 'wake-up' and realize that he was being manipulated by Dumbledore 'the grandfatherly old headmaster' he would most likely end up kick-starting his demon inheritance (a trait that had been dormant in the Evans line until Lily had grown claws and a tail, showing that she had weak demon traits and that most likely her any of her children would be a true full-blooded demon no matter who or what she had a child with) early or just destroy Hogwarts like Harry had destroyed his office the year before. The teen was dangerous and if he was starting to question things then he was outliving his usefulness. The old man was shocked out of his thoughts when the wards at the base of the tower told him that Harry Potter was ascending the narrow staircase to his office. Pushing the bowl of lemon drops to the edge he sighed gripping the driftwood wand while pulling a safe lemon drop from under his desk and putting it in his mouth. "All for the Greater Good."

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~~~A few minutes earlier, Gryffendor tower~~~

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"Harry, Dumbledore wants to see you." Hermione looked at Potter, cold fingers of doubt holding her heart, as her shattered conscience brought up how nice and kind and sweet Ha-Potter always was to her.

Harry turned in his seat and looked at Hemione, no Granger, with cold eyes, "Thanks for letting me know Granger," she flinched at his cold voice as he stood and walked over to her before he leaned down (When had he gotten taller than her? He had always been shorter because of a mix between malnutrition and potions laced in his food to weaken him, she knew because of how many times she had been the one to put the potions in his food) and began to whisper quiet words in her ears, "I hope that hurting me gets you what you deserve, but for now I will settle with the nightmares. Either he will kill me tonight or I will leave forever. Enjoy fucking Weasly... But be careful I think he's been poking holes in those condoms of yours, maybe he wants you to be his… in his twisted little way. He must know how weak you'll be if you carry his child, you couldn't be minister then." Hermione flinched as Harry stood up and walked to the portrait hole on the other side of the empty common room and turned to look at the girl, "You've made your bed, and now you must lie in it; even as it starts to float in a sea of empty promises and lies... Good-bye friend." He said the last part coldly before slamming the portrait hole behind him.

Hermione shook slightly before collapsing as she felt her magic trying to fight off a curse she hadn't noticed Harry had cast.

She knew she had made a mistake.

And she couldn't do a thing about it as the first person to ever be a true friend to her walked away. "I had no choice Harry; I'm going to make the wizarding world right. Just you see."

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~~~Back to the headmaster's office~~~

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Harry opened the door slowly after Dumbledore told him to 'come in my boy', Harry still found it amazing that Dumbledore still called him his boy when he had clearly made the fact that he hated the old fraud when he had blown up the headmaster's office the previous year (conveniently destroying some of the devices that were used to track and/or weaken him, and he had a feeling that there had been more of the devices were aimed at him than he realized but he wasn't quite sure) after the bastard had planned for Sirius to be killed by Bellatrix LeStrange by using some sort of compulsion spell, sort of like an extremely weak Imperius, on both of the Blacks overriding the fact that despite being on separate sides, Sirius himself told him that when they had sat next to each other in Azkaban Prison they promised that if both of them had gotten out and they faced each other, they wouldn't kill each other, and he had seen her disguised horror when Bellatrix had realized what she had done. And the only reason he knew it was because the old man had the weakest occlumency shields when he was away from his phoenix, showing he was forcing his familiar to protect him instead of just doing it himself.

Putting on a fake smile he looked at Dumbledore, "You wished to see me Professor?" Harry walked over to one of the chairs (the most uncomfortable one he could find) and grabbed a lemon drop before the man could ask, damn his insatiable sweet tooth, he blamed not having many as a child (only having the ones that he had either sneaked into his cupboard or gotten from teachers and eaten before Dudley could find out), and popped it into his mouth after making sure that the old man had one too. He coughed when he felt the drop immediately dissolve in his throat.

Dumbledore looked at him sadly holding up a grayish looking wand, "Yes Harry, I wanted you to come here for a pretty simple reason, Imperio." Harry stiffened when felt the high-like feeling from the curse, "Go to the cliffs and jump off them after breaking and tossing your wand down the cliffs. Do you understand?"

'Shitshitshitshit, why can't I throw this off?' "Yesss." Harry stood up still locked in his mind as his body did as it was told. Harry felt his mind slip away just as anger replaced his fear the last thing he heard was Dumbledore muttering to himself that everything was for the Greater Good.

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~~~Two hours later, Gryffindor Tower~~~

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Hermione looked around the room; it looked sort of like the great hall only it was empty. She slowly turned around to see if there was a way out only to find herself face-to-face with a tiny boy, perhaps seven or eight, wearing oversized clothing and had a messy black mop of hair. She couldn't see his face since he was sobbing into his hands.

"Hey," She said walking up to the little boy and leaning down, dread rising up in her stomach, "Are you alright little boy? Why are you crying?" Instead of answering he only sobbed and muttered into his hands. "Excuse me? I couldn't hear you sweetie, can you say that again."
"My best friend killed me." The boy mumbled raising his head, revealing Harry's familiar face; only covered in blood and where his eyes were supposed to be he had empty sockets bleeding black blood. Hermione screamed as she backed away from the mess of a boy, "Why?" The boy sobbed as black stains appeared on his oversized clothes, "Why did you tell Dumbledore? Why did you do it… Why did you listen to them! Now I'm dead." By now the tiny child was rotting, "Why 'Mione?" The horror stepped forward and began to age until he was a sixteen year old version of Harry; rotting and bleeding black. "I loved you, like a sister…" He hugged her as she shook with fear, "Why did you betray me?" he whispered.

Hermione woke up screaming, sobs wracking her chest his final eleven words rang though her head and she could feel his hug, his wet bleeding chest leaving cold spots on her nightdress. "I hope that hurting me gets you what you deserve, but for now I will settle with the nightmares."

"What have I done?"

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… Well… I have no clue…

… So review and I will continue…