Fallen Angel

A/N: I present to you the first chapter of Fallen Angel. I won't explain the name of the title in this chapter as it will give away what I plan on doing. The explanation shall come later. I give thanks to RandomWriter2011 for help with the title. Be warned, this story may not come across as happy like the other. I feel both stories represent my idea of Harry and his world. You've had the happy, joyous, light me. Not you get the dark me. Enjoy. :)

There they were. Three figures sat in a dark room, huddled around a blue flame in a little jar, conjured by the only girl in the room. The room itself was bare, apart from a big sofa, and an empty fireplace. This room was one only the three of them and a select few knew about. Two sat in deep thought, contemplating what their leader has just told them. The third, the leader, sat patiently and waited, waited for his best friends to make up their minds. He didn't have to wait long.

"OK." The girl spoke. "We'll do it. We'll join you. We'll get to yours on your birthday, and we'll take the portkey. We're with you every step of the way, you know we are."

"Thank you. That means a lot. Get to the house by 11:55pm on the 30th. As soon as I turn sixteen, we'll go. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

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Those same three figures could be found, at 12:10am of the morning of the 31st of July, making their way through various corridors, unnoticed and unheard by everyone present in the Manor. The leader came to a stop in front of an open door and held up a hand, signalling his two companions to also cease walking. The person they had come to meet was there, standing in the middle of the room with his back turned to them. The leader stepped forward cautiously, making sure to stay in the shadows, despite the fact his hood was up and no-one could see his face. Eventually, he stepped cautiously out into the shadows, and spoke the name of the man in front of him.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle. We meet again."

Lord Voldemort turned just as the figure who spoke lowered his hood. "Harry Potter. Give me one good reason why I should not kill you and your friends right here, right now, after you willingly walk into my domain."

"Because, Tom, our death would not be beneficial to you. We have something much more… advantageous, for you."

"Really? What could the Saviour, and his Mudblood and Blood Traitor friends offer me?"

To this, Harry, Ron and Hermione all stepped forward until they were in front of the Dark Lord. As one, they all kneeled before him, and once again, Harry spoke. "We offer you our allegiance. We will join you. We will be more useful to you alive than dead."

If Voldemort was shocked, he didn't let it show. "You would join me, just like that? Why?"

"We have our reasons, none of which will be told tonight. We are willing to bear the Mark for you, in your name. My Lord."

"But you are Dumbledore's precious Golden Trio, there is no way you would willingly join me without wanting something for yourselves. Stand the three of you, and Harry, tell me what your terms are."

They stood, and Harry stared Voldemort right in the eye. "First of all, you do not call my friends such offensive names like Mudblood and Blood Traitor again. They are as loyal to you as I am, and shall be treated the same as your Death Eaters. Second, I will have the same rights and powers as you, you're equal if you will, and Ron and Hermione will follow my orders, not yours, as will any others I want to join us. Third, I know you are going to brand Draco Malfoy this summer and make him one of your own. Don't. He, along with his parents, and his godfather Severus Snape, shall be left to me. His allegiance is sworn to me, and he becomes one of mine rather than yours. And finally, I get to call you Tom." Harry finished with a smug smirk.

"You make high demands Harry. However, I am not that consumed with hatred that I have failed to see how much of a powerful wizard you are, and how much of a powerful ally you will be. Having you on my side, but not as my equal would be stupid of me. You shall get your wish. Not only will I treat you as my equal, but I shall my make my Death Eaters treat you as they do me. They shall also be at your disposal if you need them. Anyone you ask to join you, I will not question. I shall respect your decision and judge of character. And you're right, I am branding young Mister Malfoy this coming August. However, if you wish to have him as one of your own, you may. One thing I will not do is hand over my control of Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, and Severus Snape over to you. They have served me well over the years, and I am not going to lose them. However, as with the other Death Eaters, they will be at your disposal should you need them. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, but I shall let Hermione tell you this one." Harry turned to Hermione, who strode forward with confidence.

"This one is my own personal idea. If we are going to be Death Eaters, but answerable to Harry rather than you, I feel we should be Marked differently so as to differentiate between the two sub-groups. I feel the Mark should be moved from the left forearm, to the right bicep as there it will be easier to conceal in the summer months. Finally, I believe that we should all have code names, so that the only people that know who we truly are are yourself, and everyone else in our sub-group. Unlike your Death Eaters, we cannot be known to be on your side, it would make things harder, and ultimately more dangerous to us. Not only that, but it will make it near impossible to get close to Dumbledore and strike."

Voldemort was impressed. "You present a very good argument Miss. Granger, I'm impressed. Alright, you've won me over. You may join me. Your Mark shall be on your right bicep, as suggested, but rather than having a skull, it shall just be a coiled snake. However, before I Mark you, I want you to pledge you allegiance to me. Harry, you first."

"I, Harry James Potter, do solemnly pledge my allegiance to you, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I do promise that my loyalties shall lie, from now until I die, to you. I will not lie to you, nor shall I deceive you, or any of my associates. Cor meum tibi offero domine prompte et sincere. This I do solemnly swear."

"Very good. Miss. Granger?"

"I, Hermione Jean Granger, do solemnly pledge my allegiance to you, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I do promise that my loyalties shall lie, from now until I die, to you. I will not lie to you, nor shall I deceive you, or any of my associates. Cor meum tibi offero domine prompte et sincere. This I do solemnly swear."

"Excellent. Mr. Weasley?"

"I, Ronald Bilius Weasley, do solemnly pledge my allegiance to you, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I do promise that my loyalties shall lie, from now until I die, to you. I will not lie to you, nor shall I deceive you, or any of my associates. Cor meum tibi offero domine prompte et sincere. This I do solemnly swear."

"Very well. You may join me. I know of the perfect Mark for you. Harry, come here, you're first. Please, roll up your right sleeve." Harry did so. At first he felt nothing, but then, a sensation came up his arm, like a snake slithering up it. When he felt Tom removed his wand, Harry looked down to find that, coiled tight around his upper arm, was a thick black snake with green eyes. Tom spoke again. "The snake has green eyes so that there is a difference between my Mark and yours. The eyes are your eyes. That way people will know that whoever bears it belongs to you. Miss. Granger, Mr. Weasley, come here. Let me Mark you too." They obeyed.

Once all three were Marked, Harry spoke again. "Our names have already been chosen. Ron will be Crimson Killer, Hermione will be Mastermind, and I will be Torva"

"Ah, Grim. In honour of your godfather I presume?"

"Yes. Collectively, we also have a name, like your Death Eaters. Last year, we created a group called the DA, or Dumbledore's Army. I will admit, this group was set up in order to protect the students from your rising power Tom. In it they were taught the spells that Dolores Umbridge refused to teach. I will shamefully admit that we started it, as I will shamefully admit that we led it. However, I am sure that most, if not all of the people who joined would be willing to join our cause. Either way, the name, DA, will be our name. However, it will stand, not for Dumbledore's Army, but for Dead Assassins."

"I see. Use the name DA, and the old crackpot will still think you are fighting in his name and his honour. A new name would be too risky. I like it. However, code names are not enough if people can see what you look like. Do you have a mask?"

Ron stepped forward. "If I may my Lord? When we three discussed joining your cause, I myself made the point that a name will not be enough, as people will still see us. If we are to be who we are setting out to be, we need to be seen by the Wizarding World, without them realising it is us. Therefore, I made the suggestion of masks. These masks will only cover our eyes, but they will still help to disguise us. Harry's eyes are instantly recognisable, so his mask will be a transfiguration of his glasses and they will change his eye colour to a bright blue. Also, my brothers are currently working on a spell that changes the voice of the person it is cast on. Once they have perfected it, I am going to ask them to cast it onto the masks, so that they automatically change your voice when worn. That way, if they manage to see through the mask, which they won't, they won't be able to tell who we are from the voices."

"That, Mr. Weasley, is a very good idea if I do say so myself. Even I can admit, though I loath to say it, that your brothers are very clever, and are more than capable of creating such a spell. From the little I have seen of them, they seem different from the rest of your family…"

"That they are Tom. Fred and George have always had something about them that I feel is different. They will be some of the first ones I recruit after we get back to school." Harry interrupted him.

"Not before?"

"No. I have a few others in mind, and I would rather speak to them all at once than have to explain myself multiple times."

"That is understandable Harry. Now, if you are all ready, I will call my Death Eaters to meet you all. With your masks of course." Tom raised his wand, but before he could do anything, Harry spoke up again.

"Before you do Tom, I want you to make me a promise. Promise me, that Draco Malfoy will not be branded with any sort of Mark, mine nor yours, until I have spoken to him. Give him his task, by all means, but no Mark. I know you agreed, but you haven't promised me, and I still don't fully trust you. Promise me."

"I promise. Now, let me introduce you…."

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