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The rest of the summer went by surprisingly quickly after Snape's visit. He had lessons everyday and he had advanced quite far from where he had been at the beginning of the summer. As the summer drew to a close Harry started to feel nervous about returning to Hogwarts as Antares Lestrange and confronting everyone. He dreaded seeing Hermione's reaction when she realized where he had been all summer. She would no doubt start in on him with all sorts of reasons why he shouldn't be doing what he was doing but he had made his decision and he wasn't going to stop using Dark magic. He did hate the thought of disappointing her though. She had been one of the few to stand by him after the truth of his parentage had come and he didn't want to lose her.

It was decided they were going to have a trial outing to go and get his school things. They wanted to make sure that he was capable of playing the part of being Antares Lestrange. He would be going with Lucius, Narcissa and Draco to Diagon Alley to make his debut. He could only imagine the type of looks he was going to receive when people found out just who he was. And that would only be the half of it. He tried not to care. After all why should he care what people thought of him? Besides he was doing this by his own choice. No one was forcing him into doing any of this and for that reason alone he needed to suck it up and move on.

To the general population of the wizarding world their story was that he had grown up with the Malfoys. But they had kept him a secret because of the bad reputation of his parents. He had gone to Durmstrang because they had wanted to continue to keep him a secret and didn't want him to experience the discrimination he would have had he gone to Hogwarts. However they were changing now because of the breakout and they wanted him to be closer to home. They also wanted to send him in the more protective environment of Hogwarts. To anyone that already knew he was really the son of the Dark Lord their story was that he had spent most of the summer in muggle London before running into the Malfoys by chance in Diagon Alley where he had spent the rest of his summer.

Harry could feel people staring at him as walked with the Malfoys. He did sort of stand out with his dark hair among the blonde Malfoys. He was also a new, unseen face with a family of rich and well-known purebloods. He could have used a disguise but the whole point of this outing was to see the people's reactions to his being the son of Bellatrix Lestrange and have him get used to those reactions. He had to prove that all the lessons on etiquette and pureblood history had sunk into his mind and that he was capable of using them.

His first test was when they went to Madame Malkins for his and Draco's school robes. It was almost comical when Madame Malkin asked who he was and Narcissa had promptly replied that he was her nephew. The poor woman's faced drained of all color when she realized just whose child that made Harry. Her hands trembled as she went about measuring Harry and making his school robes. Harry was a bit put off by her behavior. He was only a teenager; she didn't have to act like he was a murderer himself. He hadn't realized just how badly people would be afraid of him. He remembered in his second year just how afraid of him people had been when they thought he was the Heir of Slytherin. Her fear made him angry. Just because he was perceived to be a Dark wizard and his parents were known Dark wizards did mean that he would automatically just lobbing people's heads off.

Their next stop was the apothecary where they were thankfully able to get their supplies without much fuss. It did bring up thoughts of Snape however and how horrible their parting from one another had been. Harry couldn't help but wonder how the man was faring now that he was tightly bound to Voldemort's services. He knew the Occlumency lessons were sure to be painful with the level of disdain and hatred that the Potion Masters probably felt for him now. They also stopped and to get Draco a new broom waxing kit and being in the shop caused Harry a pang of discontent. He wondered if flying would even feel the same in his new body. He hadn't tried and frankly he was afraid too. What if it did in fact feel different? Flying had been one of his greatest loves, to find out that that had changed to would be devastating to him.

Their final stop of the day was to collect their textbooks. According to Lucius their new Defense Against the Dark's Arts teacher was someone that had been appointed by the Ministry. She was apparently a horrid woman that looked like a toad and was convinced that Voldemort wasn't back at all, which was good for Voldemort and not so good for the students of Hogwarts. Lucius warned both Harry and Draco to be prepared for just how foul she was and to try and get on her good side if they were at all able to; although, he did admit that the woman didn't really have a good side. Harry could only hope that his training in Occlumency was advanced enough to reign in his temper in case she started badmouthing him. For apparently she had been one of the one's who had been adamant that he was disturbed and a liar when he'd told everyone that Voldemort had returned. Or at least she had been before his supposed death. He had to be prepared and not say something he might regret and blow his cover.

Harry was perusing through the bookshelves, looking for the potions text he needed when he heard a familiar set of voices. He turned and saw the Weasleys along with Hermione making their way into Flourish and Blotts. Harry turned quickly back towards the shelf his heart hammering in his chest with shock. He wasn't ready to face the Weasleys yet! Especially not here, out in the open where anyone might see if things became too heated. But he had turned too late and Hermione had spotted him.

He heard her gasp and she looked ready to shout his name. She managed to stop herself in time however and settled for throwing herself at Harry. He felt a rush of warmth towards her knowing that she would throw herself at him without any hesitation even after everything that had happened. At least she seemed happy to see him; the same couldn't be said for the Weasleys. A flare of resentment towards them flickered through him.

"I was so worried about you! I wanted to come looking for you the moment you left but the others all thought you needed some time to cool off. They'd known that you had gone to the Leaky Cauldron you see, and they thought it was best to leave you there where you were relatively safe to give you some space. But then you just vanished! Where have you been all this time?" she said in one quick breath pulling back from the embrace to look up at him.

"I'm fine Hermione. No need to worry and I spent some time in muggle London and then I spent a bit of time with my family," replied Harry as calmly as could.

"Your family?" Hermione murmured tremulously looking very concerned. She even took a step away from him making Harry frown.

"Antares did you find that book?" asked Draco coming out from behind the bookshelf he'd been looking through.

He stopped when he saw Hermione and the Weasleys. A patented sneer crossed his features and Harry wished he could wipe it away. He'd seen pieces of the real Draco and he didn't like seeing him slip back into that arrogant, slimy role that he had played during their first four years at Hogwarts.

"Antares?" Hermione questioned looking from Harry to Draco in confusion.

"I can't exactly be Harry Potter anymore now can I?" Harry couldn't help but snap out bitterly.

Hermione flinched and Harry felt a flash of guilt. Hermione hadn't been the one who decided to kill him off. Who decided to take away the last connection that Harry had to his old life by making everyone believe that he was dead. None of this was her fault he tried to reason. But he was angry at the Order for their actions. He couldn't help but wonder how hard she had fought to keep Dumbledore from killing Harry Potter.

"I suppose not," she murmured still a looking a bit rattled by his outburst. He wanted to apologize but he wasn't given the chance to when Ron approached them to hover protectively over Hermione. He was glaring at Harry with hatred, and looking at Hermione with worry as if Harry would try and harm her.

"So you're with Malfoy now?" Ron spat.

"You didn't seem to care about what I did a few weeks ago as long as I did it away from you," said Harry glaring at Ron. His anger towards Ron hadn't gone away and his spiteful tone had only made it jump to the forefront of his mind demanding to be set loose on the other boy.

"I was in shock and maybe I overreacted a bit but it looks like I was right in the end. You're here with Malfoy aren't you? You've probably been living with him and all the other Death Eater scum too," Ron snarled.

"Watch what you say Weasley or else your big mouth will get you into trouble," Draco snapped back.

"Oh and what are you going to do about it ferret? Are you gonna cry to your daddy?" Ron mocked.

"Leave off Ron," Harry commanded the tall redhead as he covertly grabbed Draco's arm to keep him from pulling out his wand. The last thing they needed was to have another fight in Flourish and Blotts between the Weasleys and the Malfoys.

"Are you standing up for Malfoy now too? Have you already become a Death Eater then? Decided to follow in Ol' Snake Face's footsteps after all and become an evil murdering bastard too?"

"Don't talk about my family that way Weasel," Draco growled trying to break Harry's grip on his arm.

"Oh that's right the two of you are cousins. It makes since the two of you always were so alike with your money and having people fawn over like you've got the family you've always wanted then," Ron sneered.

"Yes, I have and I'm thankful for them, much better than your family it seems," Harry bit out angrily glancing over at where the other Weasleys were waiting with anxious and fearful expressions. "And I just don't think starting a fight in Flourish and Blotts is a good idea. You wouldn't want the truth coming out now would? Dumbledore went through quite a bit of effort to kill me off and get himself a new Savior. He wouldn't want you to ruin it by getting in a petty squabble in the book store."

"You're right Har—Antares. This isn't a conversation we should be having in public. We can talk more about it at Hogwarts. I assume you'll be coming?"

Harry nodded.

"Good then we'll talk more there. Come on Ronald," Hermione commanded pulling him towards the back of the bookstore.

Harry spared one last brief glance for the other Weasleys but only Fred and George would look at him. They gave Harry weak smiles and little waves before Draco dragged Harry out of the shop muttering that they would get the rest of their textbooks by owl order so they wouldn't have to shop with blood traitors. Harry was too upset to even care about the insult Draco used.

"Forget about them. They're not worth the effort," Draco sneered.

"I suppose you're right," Harry murmured still upset by the way things had turned out. He wished that things could have been different.

He shouldn't have gotten so angry but the betrayal he felt towards the Order and its members was still fairly high. He wasn't ready to forgive them for their actions and he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to. They acted as if he was the one at fault for turning to the Malfoys when they had been the ones to push him away in the first place and that made him so very, very angry. Who were they judge his family? It wasn't as if he had a choice in who they were. They were the ones who cut the ties of him being Harry Potter so of course he would have to get a new identity. He couldn't be a dead person after all.

When they returned to the manor Bellatrix was waiting anxiously to ask how the trip had gone but Harry brushed past her heading for the training room, leaving Draco to explain their uncomfortable encounter with the Weasleys. He set up a couple of the training dummies and began firing powerful blasting spells at them. It didn't work to expel his anger. He wanted some other outlet to express his rage. He hadn't truly allowed himself to actually express his anger over the entire situation and seeing the Weasleys today had only made it come bursting to the forefront of his mind. It wasn't fair for him to just throw him away. All his life he'd been shoved in the corner and forgotten about. He remembered times from when he'd been young watching through the cracks in the cupboard door as Dudley had parties with presents, friends and cake. The Weasleys were the first family to accept him and the rejection of some of the members hurt him dearly.

"Oh my wittle prince, you're so very, angry angry at the mean old blood traitors. I am so very sorry that they've hurt you. I hate to see my baby boy so upset. Let mummy help you," Bellatrix cooed as she entered the training room.

"I just want to be alone right now mother," replied Harry; although Harry had to admit it did feel good that she even bothered to come and seek him when he was upset and wanted to help him. It meant a lot to him after all that's what mother's were supposed to do and he enjoyed that feeling of protectiveness he got from her.

"I don't want to leave you alone in such a state. I'm your mummy and I want to help you. You're angry, my beautiful boy and I know just the thing that can help you get over it. You see mummy's brought you a present." She gave him her trademark mad grin and pulled from her pocket a stunned rat.

With a wave of her wand the rat became a stunned man. A familiar stunned man. Harry was only vaguely surprised to see the fat and bald form of Peter Pettigrew lying there on the ground. He felt his rage intensify at seeing him. He knew now that the man hadn't actually been the betrayer of his parents since the Potters weren't his real parents but surprisingly that didn't lessen his hate of the pathetic man one little bit. He still hated him for his cowardice and the fact that he had turned on his best friends to save his own worthless skin. The betrayal of his friends hit close to home with Harry after his encounter with the Weasleys.

"There's a wonderful little spell that I want you to try using on the pathetic little rat. It will take all your anger and put it towards something useful," she said grinning viciously down at Pettigrew's stunned form.

"You want me to use the Cruciatus don't you?" Harry murmured feeling a strange flicker of interest at the thought.

While he had been practicing Dark magic he had yet to use one of the Unforgivables. He had felt like that would be crossing some sort of invisible line and hadn't been sure if he was ready to take that step just yet.

"Yes, you're hurting my little prince and the only thing that can help you get rid of it is by hurting someone else. I know you want to, my sweet boy. I can see it in your eyes the way you stare at Wormtail. After all he is a pathetic specimen of a man. Weak and a traitor willing to whatever it takes to save himself. You want him to feel pain, just like you want to make your little friends feel pain too for betraying you. Go ahead just try and see how wonderful it makes you feel," Bellatrix purred her voice soft and hypnotic.

Before Harry even realized it he found himself nodding in agreement with her. She was right he did want to make Pettigrew hurt. She smiled widely and Enervated Pettigrew. His eyes shot open and he immediately cowered in fear at the sight of Bellatrix and Harry standing over him. Harry felt a flash of justification towards what he was about to do. After it wouldn't be anything that Pettigrew didn't deserve.

"Bellatrix, what's going on? Why am I here? Please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever the Master needs me to do. Just don't hurt me," Pettigrew pleaded looking terrified.

"Oh Wormtail such a coward. At least you can be good for something. Today you'll be teaching my son the joys of the Cruciatus. Go on darling," she encouraged Harry.

Pettigrew's pleading, fearful beady eyes turned towards Harry and his anger spiked as the rat reached out to grip his robes in supplication. Harry's nose scrunched up in disgust. All of his anger and desire to cause pain surged to the forefront of his mind and without giving it another thought he cast the curse.

"Crucio," he hissed out.

The red light shot from his wand hitting Pettigrew who instantly started to writhe and scream on the floor. Harry meanwhile had never felt such instant elation. It was as if all his negative emotions were being pulled from him leaving only happiness and pleasure in its wake. He had never realized it would feel this good to cast the curse. But then reality seemed to crash back down around him. He realized just what it was he was doing. He was crucioing Pettigrew. He was crucioing someone. He abruptly cut off the spell and could only gape in horror at Pettigrew's whimpering, twitching form lying there on the floor. He couldn't believe that he had just tortured someone for the petty reason of thinking that they were a coward. What was wrong with him? How could he have possibly down something so horrible?

"Oh marvelous my darling. You did so well for your first time. You obviously have your father's talent," Bellatrix gushed.

"Oh I'm sure he gets a bit of it from you Bella," came the smooth baritone of Voldemort.

He was leaning against the doorframe an amused expression on his face as he gazed at Harry. He knew. He knew just how much Harry had enjoyed that and he knew just how much Harry now hated himself because of it. He knew all about Harry's conflicting emotions and he found it amusing that Harry was now struggling with entire perception of himself.

"Thank you, my Lord," Bellatrix grinned broadly at the praise.

"I need to get something," Harry mumbled and he didn't bother to wait for their responses. He needed to get away from them as quickly as he possibly could. He just needed to get away from them and figure out how he had gotten to this point in his life.

He raced to his room and once there he was hit by a strong sense of nausea. Harry raced into his bathroom where he was promptly sick. He sat leaning against the cool tiles of the bathroom willing his head to stop spinning and for his mind to forget the euphoria of casting the Cruciatus. Sweating and with shaking limbs he crawled back to his bed and threw himself down on it. He closed his eyes and rubbed them fiercely trying in vain to wipe away his memories. Did he really just do that? How could he have enjoyed that? He'd never intentionally hurt anyone in his entire life because he knew how it felt to be victimized and bullied. But if Harry was being completely honest with himself he couldn't ignore the feelings of just how wonderful it had felt to be the one with the power. Pettigrew had been at his mercy.

It had felt so good.

But it was so wrong.

Who was to say what was right and what was wrong? Being here in Voldemort's manor was twisting Harry's thoughts. He used to be such a firm believer that there was right and there was wrong. Harry had fought to do what he believed was right. What was he supposed to do now that his ideas of what was right were changing? Maybe coming here hadn't been a good idea after all. They were changing his beliefs, twisting the once staunch principles he had followed and adhered to. But the problem was that Harry was beginning to see their sides of the story. He was losing his grasp on being able to tell right from wrong.

He still didn't think that he would ever be able to kill someone. But then again he never thought that he would ever be able to torture anyone either and look what he had done to Pettigrew. How was he supposed to choose? If he stayed with his family he knew his views would only continue to be swayed in their favor. For that reason alone he should leave as quickly as he possibly could. But he couldn't. He finally had family. A loving family with people who cared about him and he had grown to care about them in the past several weeks. Maybe that was foolish of him considering what type of work they were involved with and how his blind emotion had hurt him when the Light had turned away from him. But he couldn't bring himself to care and that was the route of his problem. His desire for acceptance outweighed his common sense. He realized that now. It would always be one of his weakest points due to the mistreatment he had suffered at the hands of the Dursleys.

It left him at a stalemate and as much as he hated himself right now for he had done he knew he wouldn't do anything about it. He knew then that he was a horrible person. A truly good person wouldn't have stayed with their family knowing that they were murderers even if they wanted their family's love and affection. But did Harry want to be good anyway? Dumbledore was considered to be good. He was the kindest and most gentle soul in the wizarding world or they portrayed him as such. He was the Leader of the Light and people looked to him to do what was right for the greater good. Harry couldn't look at him in that light anymore after all the horrible things he had done to him. Whether they done inadvertently or not it didn't really matter. He had placed him with the Dursleys making his childhood hell and he had made him go back every year despite their harsh treatments. Dumbledore had wanted to send him away when he'd discovered he was no longer the supposed Savior and when he hadn't complied he'd killed him off. It had all been in the name of good. But how could such actions be good when they had been so very, very bad for Harry? Was his scheming and manipulating any different from what Voldemort was doing?

"Have you had enough time wallowing in your own thoughts?" demanded Voldemort.

Harry bolted upright on the bed. He hadn't even heard Voldemort open the door. Nagini slithered in behind and made her way onto the bed beside Harry.

"There's no need to be so upset little Master," Nagini hissed pressing herself against his side to provide some sort of comfort to Harry. He was grateful to her and gently scratched her under her chin where he knew she liked it best.

"Well?" Voldemort pressed.

"I'm not sure," Harry shrugged keeping his gaze on Nagini so he didn't have to see the amusement in Voldemort's red eyes. It was bad enough hearing it in his voice.

"There's no need to feel shame or be upset for your actions," said Voldemort and Harry didn't know any better he would have almost said that Voldemort was trying to comfort him.

"I tortured another human being."

"I could hardly call Wormtail another human being. He's more rat than anything else," Voldemort muttered. "Anyway I know what your dilemma really is."

"And what's that?" Harry demanded glaring up at Voldemort.

"You're upset because all of the ideals have been crushed. With one spell you realized that all that wonderful self-righteousness and sense of duty you've built around yourself all these years was a lie. You realized that things just might not be black and white, Light and Dark, or right and wrong anymore. It has shattered the fanciful illusions you had for yourself. Right now it is difficult because it is so sudden, so new but you will get over it. This is an important moment. From here you can grow, become more than you were before and learn to start making your decisions based on more than what is simply just right or wrong." Voldemort's eyes were intense and full of some emotion Harry really couldn't even begin to fathom.

"And what if I end up decided that I don't want to join you? What if I simply want to be neutral?" Harry questioned, curious as to what his reaction would be. When they had first met Voldemort had swore he would kill Harry the moment he turned against him. But what if he didn't want to be a part of either side, would Voldemort still want him dead.

A flash of irritation crossed Voldemort's features before he settled back into a neutral mask.

"I admit I would be upset if you didn't join me after all the training and effort I had put in with you. I would also need you to make an Unbreakable Vow so that I could be assured that you wouldn't try to go against me. But I suppose as long as I had those assurances I would allow you to not take part in my campaign." Harry found that Voldemort actually sounded sincere about it.

"Really?" Harry couldn't help but ask. He hadn't expected such an answer from Voldemort and he needed some confirmation.

"Yes." Voldemort's tone was strong and sure.

"Thank you," murmured Harry feeling a swell of gratefulness towards Voldemort.

"It is the least that I can do. But I'll have you know that I will try to do everything in my power to try and convince to join me. You are a powerful and competent wizard Harry and I would be proud to have you be a part of my ranks."

Harry felt himself flush at such praise.

"You will let me know when you've made your decision won't you?"

"Yes, right now I couldn't even possibly decide," Harry said feeling another strong surge of guilt over his behavior with Pettigrew.

"I understand. do have to admit you are incredibly gifting. You did very well for your first attempt at the Cruciatus. It's proof that you are meant for such magic," Voldemort added.

"Does it always feel that way?" Harry asked softly feeling horrible.

"Always," Voldemort agreed readily.

"How can something so bad feel so good?" Harry's previous convictions on right and wrong were making themselves known. He'd had them for so long that it was hard to just disregard them so quickly.

"Ah ah, you're thinking in terms of the world being black and white again. There is no good or evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it," Voldemort said quoting something that he had said to him during their very first meeting back during Harry's first year at Hogwarts when Voldemort had been nothing more than a parasite on the back of Quirell's head. The only problem now was that Harry was a bit more inclined to believe him.

"What made you come to that conclusion?" Harry asked honestly curious as to what sort of childhood Voldemort would have had to have in order for his beliefs to form in such a matter.

"What has Dumbledore told you about me?" Voldemort seated himself on the edge of Harry's bed reaching out to pat Nagini where she lay curled up beside Harry.

"Not much," Harry admitted.

"I was raised in an orphanage. My mother died giving birth to me and I was left alone in a muggle orphanage not knowing anything of my heritage. It became apparent early on that I was different from the other children. I could do things that they weren't capable of. I could have tried I suppose to fit in but I had no desire to. They were cruel to me in my younger years. Both the other children and the matrons who worked there. They didn't like my differences and despised me for them no matter what I did to try and earn their favor. I quickly learned that the only way to get them to leave me alone was to use my magic against them, to make them fear my power. I admit that I enjoyed causing them fear and having power over them. I promised myself that I would never allow myself to feel weak ever again that I would always be the one in control. In Hogwarts I kept my promise by excelling in academics and by gaining a large group of followers." Harry couldn't believe that Voldemort was actually willingly parting with information about his past to him. It was surreal though that their childhoods happened to be so similar.

"Your being in the orphanage was a lot like my time with the Dursleys. No matter how well I did my chores they would never love me as much as they loved Dudley," Harry said bitterly.

"Yes, muggles fear what they do not understand and so they shun us. Why try coming to peaceful terms when they will never willingly accept us?" Voldemort continued.

"But it isn't logical to try and destroy them either. There are so many of them and the wizard population is so much smaller," Harry pointed out.

"It's not something that we really need to think that much about right now," Voldemort said waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. "What I'm getting at though is that holding power means that you have the chance to change to world to remake it in your image. There is no true right or wrong. It is those in power who make the laws that state whether or not something is right or wrong. Centuries ago Dark magic wasn't outlawed because those in power practiced it but now that those with Light magic are in control it is forbidden and condemned to a jail cell. I fight for the right to practice that magic that is our natural birth right."

"You also want power," Harry said sharply.

Voldemort smirked. "Of course. I'm powerful I have the ability to remake the world as I see fit. I would be wasting that talent and ability if I just decided to sit back and take things passively."

"I'm so lost," murmured Harry. He'd never felt so adrift before not even when he discovered the truth of his parentage.

"I know and it will take time to find yourself once more. Your world has changed. The people you cared for aren't who you thought they were and the world isn't as black and white as you believed. You aren't the person you thought yourself to be. Take the time to think. I will be here if you have need of me. I know this is difficult. Goodnight Harry," said Voldemort. He then stood and left Harry to his own devices. He had hugged him or told him he loved him or anything of that manner but he was still as comforting as Voldemort was probably capable of being.

He flopped back down on the bed. Nagini had stayed by his side and he continued to stroke her absently as his mind whirled through all the events that had taken place today. It would be a relief to be back at Hogwarts and have the mundane activities of being a student and going to classes. He didn't want to think about how he had used the Cruciatus with such finesse or about choosing a side in the war. It was too much. He just wanted to be normal. Unfortunately that didn't seem to be in the cards for him. He would have to deal with everything on his own because right now he didn't really have anyone else he could truly rely on besides himself.

Harry realized that his use of the Cruciatus would take time and acceptance. He would have to learn to accept himself for who he really was. He wasn't quite the hero that he had begun to think of himself as and that was hard for him to accept. But he needed to move on. He had to face reality and he needed to forgive himself because he knew now that he would never be the Savior everyone had looked to him to be. It was freeing in a way. He just didn't know what he would become now. Whatever it was at least he had the freedom now to make the choices for himself.

Voldemort knew that it wouldn't be long now. He was doubting himself and beginning to see the world in a new light. That was exactly what Voldemort wanted. He truly did want his son to join his cause. He would extremely disappointed if his son decided to throw away his talent. It was one thing Voldemort hated above all else: wasted potential. He had had to work hard to be where he was now. His ambition drove him to excel to take his rightful place above everyone else. As Voldemort's son Harry deserved a place at his side since he was a part of Voldemort. He would not settle for anything less and he would do everything in his power to make sure that in the end Harry chose the correct side.

Thank you to anyone who has reviewed, favorited or followed the story! I'm curious as to what everyone thinks of Harry's use of the cruciatus. Now from here the story can go in either one of two ways: he can go completely Dark or he can try to find redemption and end up sort of grey and neutral. He'll never rejoin the Light since there is just too much bad blood between them. I'm interested in people's opinion on the matter. So would you prefer that Harry go completely Dark or would you prefer a more greyish Harry? Let me know your thoughts. Thanks :)