Let the Darkness Take You

Let the Darkness Take You

Chapter Thirteen

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A cold breeze blew over Harry's sleeping form and he shivered in his sleep. His hands searched blindly for his blankets and pulled them over him. Green eyes snapped open in surprise as he felt that the blankets were as cold as ice. Harry threw them off and leapt off the bed, only to jump into two feet of snow. "What the bloody hell?!" he yelled. Grabbing his wand off of his bedside table, he banished the snow from the room and warmed his blankets back up. But there was still a cold wind blowing in his room and no matter what Harry did, he couldn't get it to go away. There didn't seem to be a source for it at all. Scowling, Harry quickly got dressed and left his room, in search of a certain Slytherin.

Harry quickly made his way down to the dungeons and ran into the tow-headed Slytherin near the potion dungeons. "Malfoy, what the hell did you do to my room? I can't get that damn wind to go away!"

"What makes you think I did it, Potter?" Malfoy sneered. "I'm not the only one in this school who hates you now, or don't you remember?"

Harry growled and pushed Draco up against the stone wall and leaned his face so close that their noses were almost touching. Harry grinned inwardly when he felt Draco's chest start to rise and fall more rapidly against his own chest. He ran a seductive finger down Draco's neck and chest. "Oh, but I seem to remember you telling me yesterday that you love me," he said in a low, husky voice. "How can you love and hate somebody at the same time?"

"Very easily, Potter. Especially when that person is you. Get off of me."

"I'll let you go, if you get that cold wind out of my room."

"I didn't do anything to your room, Potter!"

"You're the only one who knows the password, speaking of which, I think I may have to change it since you're no longer allowed there. What do you think? ‘Slytherins are all a bunch of pussies?' ‘Slytherins are too proud to marry anything less than Purebloods, therefore Slytherins like to fuck their own cousins?' What do you think? I think I like the second one better."

"Shut the fuck up, Potter. I have no intention in marrying whomever my father tells me to marry. If I'm lucky, he'll either be dead or in Azkaban by then. You know why I won't?"

"No. Please enlighten me, Malfoy."

"The only person I want to shag is you, Potter. You're the only one who does it for me."

"Flattered. Really, I am. It's just too bad that I'm not a faggot."

Draco scoffed. "You, not gay? Yeah right, and I'm a Death Eater by choice."

"Just admit it, Malfoy. There's nothing wrong with it."

"There's nothing wrong with what?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"Admitting what you really are. But since you're too much of a coward to do so, I won't make you. Now... just get that damn wind out of my room."

"I'd like to see you make me," Draco spat.

"Fine," Harry growled out, his eyes darkening. "You'll regret it, Malfoy. Mark my words; you'll live to regret it. Then again, maybe you won't. Bloody traitor."

Harry pushed Draco against the wall, causing him to roughly hit his head. "Have a nice day," Harry said brightly and walked away. Draco rubbed his head and watched him walk away. He jumped as another person came out from behind the corner and checked his head.

"A bump is forming. You won't have a concussion," Snape's voice said.

"I don't give a fuck if I do get one."

Snape sighed deeply. "We have to work fast, Draco. Who knows how much longer we have until he's initiated."

Draco turned sharply and looked at his mentor. "You mean, he's already gone to Voldemort?"

"Now, I know you aren't that dense, Draco. Of course he has. He just threatened your life for Merlin's sake. I know that you've never particularly liked each other before this has all happened but can you in your memory ever remember Potter threatening your life?"

"No," Draco admitted.

"Let's just hope he doesn't tell Voldemort about us."

***

Harry pulled his hood over his head, wrapped his Invisibility Cloak around himself and ran out of the castle. Voldemort had just sent a message through his scar. It burned but it was in a different way that it usually did, so Harry had known that his new-found master had summoned him. Once outside the gates, Harry Disapparated and instantly reappeared outside of the Riddle house in Little Hangleton. Nobody stopped him this time, they merely nodded. Harry suspected that they had been told of his arrival, even if they didn't know whom he was. The door to Voldemort's chamber came into view and Harry pushed it open to reveal Voldemort, sitting in his throne-like chair like some sort of king. Nagini, Voldemort's snake, was curled up by the fire, enjoying the warmth. After closing the door, Voldemort got up from his seat and Harry took down his hood and bowed before his feet.

"My lord," he whispered.

"Up, Harry. A quick bent back will suffice from you. You are not one of my lowly servants. In fact," he said, walking to Harry and running his long finger down Harry's jaw line. Harry winced. "I hardly consider you my servant. Given time and a bit of practice, you could almost be my equal. Almost. And I look after my equals if they are on my side. You, Harry, will be well provided for. I have already found a remedy for your scar. Of course, it is a variety of potions and you will have to take them everyday. They will stop the pain and visions when you are around me. You do not need to experience this anymore."

"You are too kind, my lord."

"Put your hood up. Now, for the potions." He then sent out the silver mist; and moments later, a hooded Death Eater entered and bowed low before Voldemort. "You will retrieve the potions that I have asked for. I think you will find that Snape is in the potions room, brewing some of these for me right now. Bring all four if they are ready."

"Yes, master," the man whispered and left the room quickly.

"Does Snape know for whom he is brewing these for?" Harry asked nervously.

"No. I think he may be a bit suspicious about your identity, but he wisely has not asked me. He knows better than that." Minutes later, the man came back with eight vials of potion. He handed them quickly to Voldemort and left.

"Here. Drink these four. I will have more for you before you leave so that you can take them every day." Harry took them and obediently drank all four. Just as he was bringing the fourth vial away from his lips, the door swung open behind them. Harry dropped the vial on the floor, causing it to shatter, and brought his hood up. He looked up to see Voldemort's red eyes flashing in the direction of the intruder. Harry turned and saw Snape taking his hood down. Harry's green eyes began to flash in anger. He knew what Snape was doing. He was suspicious, so he was putting himself in danger, just so that he could possibly see Harry with Voldemort. And he just may have seen him.

Snape walked forward and bowed down before Voldemort. "My lord," he murmured. "I am sorry for my intrusion, but you know how I like to see if my potions have worked or not when administered. Did he drink them all?"

"Bollocks," Harry muttered, feeling his blood start to boil.

"My sentiments exactly," Voldemort said, eyeing Snape distrustfully. "Are you really this senseless, Severus? I specifically told everybody that I was not to be disturbed while with my new protégé, unless I specifically asked for somebody. Perhaps you would like to practice the Cruciatus on Snape?" he directed towards Harry.

Without a second thought, Harry pulled out his wand and cast the Cruciatus on his potions professor, putting all the anger he could into it. Not just the anger he felt towards Snape, but also towards Draco. It must have worked because in an instant, Snape was writhing on the floor, screaming with pain. Harry lifted it after a minute and pocketed his wand. He turned to his master and saw that he was smiling sadistically.

"Very good job. And only the second time you have done it. You will learn to put more power into it later. Be grateful Severus, that he is not able to use the Killing Curse yet. I would not have hesitated to let him use it."

"You are merciful my lord. I will not interrupt you again."

"See that you don't. Now, get out of my sight, and get ready more vials of the potions."

Snape hurried out of the room while casting Harry a suspicious/angry glance. He was limping slightly from the after effects of the Cruciatus and Harry felt a certain sort of pride in having done that to him. "Now that we have got him out of the way, I will let you practice the Killing Curse." Harry's eyes lit up and he looked towards where Voldemort was pointing his wand. There was a cage built into the wall; and with a flick of his wand, it opened and two cats came walking out, stretching luxuriously. "Practice on those," he said carelessly, waving his bony hand in a majestic circle, and sat down in his chair. Harry watched the cats walk up to him and start to rub their bodies on his legs, emitting soft purring sounds on contact.

"Stupid animals," he whispered and raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"

A faint green light erupted from his wand and hit the cat on his right leg. The grey cat mewled low in its throat and collapsed onto its side. Harry was about to bend down to check if it was alive when it rose up into the air and flew into Voldemort's waiting hand. "Let us see what you have managed to do, Harry." He waved his wand over the prone form and a blue light appeared. "Hmm... Crucio!" he said calmly as he pointed his wand at Harry. Harry felt the curse hit him and he fell to his knees in pain. Knives were stabbing every place in his body, entering his bones, making them feel as if he were on fire. He bit his lip painfully to keep from screaming out, he would not show weakness. The curse was lifted off of him after what seemed like an hour and Harry tiredly lifted his head and met the red gaze.

"That is just a taste of what is coming to you if you do not achieve this curse. I suggest you practice at all times. Now... try again."

Clenching his teeth, Harry stood up and pointed his wand at the remaining cat that was slinking over to the wall. "Avada Kedavra!" he cried, putting the only energy he had left in him, which was the anger left over from the Cruciatus curse. A green light, that was only a little brighter than the one before, came from his wand and hit his intended target. It fell to the ground, then immediately summoned by Voldemort again.

The blue light glowed again after Voldemort waved his wand over the second prone cat. Harry cringed inside, hearing the ‘tsk, tsk' sound coming from his master's mouth. The brother to his own wand was raised and pointed at him. "Crucio!" For the second time in minutes, Harry felt the excruciating pain rip through him. This time, he stayed on his feet.

Afterwards, Voldemort let out some more animals on which Harry practised on. Each time, he only managed to knock them out, and each time, the Cruciatus curse was sent at him. After the fifth time, he was feeling disoriented, and nauseous. The last time he had fallen to his knees again, and Voldemort had deemed it time to stop. The tall wizard walked to Harry and lifted him to his feet.

"Be glad I am not using all my power on you, young Potter. You would be visiting the Longbottoms in St. Mungo's right now."

"You... you are merciful, my lord," Harry gasped out.

"A little too much, I believe. Alas, I cannot keep putting the curse on you tonight. You will not be able to get back to school. You are free to go. Come back in two days' time to resume your training. I suggest you practice a little, so that we can move onto more important things... like duelling. They are skills that you will need, and we have very little time before your initiation."

"Yes, my lord. I will practice whenever possible."

"Good. Now leave my sight."

Harry bent his back, pulled his hood up and hurried out of the room. As he was stepping out the door, Snape came to him and handed him a large box of what looked to be about twenty-eight vials of potion, four to each row. "They are sorted so that you can drink one row a day. This will last you a week. I will have more ready for you soon."

"Thank you," Harry said, hoping that he was disguising his voice enough.

"You don't fool me, Potter," he sneered in a low voice.

"Why are you calling me, Potter?" Harry asked, feigning dumbness. "That's not my name."

Snape scoffed. "I'm sure it isn't. Is that why I'm making potions for a curse scar? I don't know of anybody else with one on their foreheads."

"Well, I have a curse scar and you're right, it's not my forehead. It's on my arse."

Snape looked slightly taken aback for a moment before he sneered at Harry again. "Nice, Potter. But I didn't need that mental image. I warn you... if you go any further in this, I will go to the Ministry about you."

Harry immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it at Snape's forehead. "And I warn you," he said in a low, menacing voice. "I will tell Voldemort about you... and Malfoy. You don't want to risk your lives just so that you can turn me in, do you?"

Snape was silent for a moment, not looking at Harry's wand, but trying to see his face through the hood. "Looks like we have a stalemate."

"Seems so," Harry replied, pocketing his wand. "See you at school, Professor."

"Oh, and Potter? Fifty points from Gryffindor for stepping off the grounds without permission."

"Sod off," he called back as he Disapparated with a pop.

***

Over the next week, Harry's and Draco's fights became more ferocious. They would each make sneering comments to each other about their sexuality. Harry would deny that he was gay and announced to everybody that Draco was in love with him. Draco was furious and proceeded in tripping Harry up in the hallways. But Draco had vowed to himself that that wasn't the only thing that Harry was going to get. A face full of hard stone floor just wasn't good enough. While Draco was scheming, Harry was formulating a plan on retaliating to Draco's viciousness. Both were just waiting for the perfect moment.

Snape had also begun to be Harry's shadow, much to his annoyance. Everywhere he'd go, he'd run into the greasy Potions master. Snape would question him suspiciously about his activities. Harry would put an angelic smile on his face and say that he was just switching classes, going to his room, or going to the Great Hall for a meal; which was true most of the time. Other times, he'd be off to find some poor unsuspecting animal on which to practice the Killing Curse on. But, Snape was not to know this.

While this was going on at school, Harry had made three more visits to Voldemort since his first training session. He had just succeeded in casting the Cruciatus with so much power that he had broken the Death Eater's arms and gave him a bloody nose. He figured that any day now would be one of the unfortunate cat's deaths. Harry was rather looking forward to it, after all the pain he had gone through just to try to kill the little buggers. If he could help it, he'd kill every last cat in the damn Riddle house just to prove he could.

Two weeks away from Harry's initiation, Harry went to the dungeons for double potions. When he arrived, it was to find that all the Slytherins were there and only half of the Gryffindors. Harry took his normal seat by himself and began setting up his cauldron. An uneasy feeling settled over him as Snape began his normal speech about which potion they were brewing. He looked up towards the Slytherins as Snape told them to get started and found Draco staring malevolently at him. Harry glared back and began to mix and chop his ingredients. Throughout the entire period, Harry could feel those silver eyes upon his head, and by the time that there was only fifteen minutes left of class, he was beginning to squirm in his seat.

"Hey, Potter!" Draco called suddenly, as the majority of the class was waiting for their potions to turn purple.

"What do you want?" Harry sighed.

"I was just wondering... are you sure that you put the right ingredients into your potion?"

"Of course, I did, you prat. I checked all the labels."

"Labels can be misleading."

Harry glared. "What did you do to my things, Malfoy?"

"Me? Nothing," Draco replied innocently. He reached into his robes and withdrew something that Harry couldn't make out. Draco lit the object and tossed it into Harry's cauldron. Harry stepped back with a cry as his potion exploded its red contents. Most people had seen it coming and had ducked under their desks, avoiding the spray. Harry, however, had received the full blow of it.

"You might actually want to make sure that the labels are correct when adding ingredients, Potter," said Draco, coming out from under his table. "You might just find that you have just made a dyeing potion. I must say... your hair looks rather good red."

Harry growled low in his throat. "You would, Malfoy. You probably think I'm quite fetching right now. Trying to think of different ways that would be good to shag me in?"

Draco's cheeks turned pink with rage and embarrassment as Snape grabbed his collar and turned him around. "Mr. Malfoy," he said in a dangerous voice. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Um... nothing?"

"That's right. You will be doing nothing with your friends this Saturday night because you will be serving detention with Mr. Filch... cleaning Moaning Myrtle's bathroom with a toothbrush - no magic."

"But Professor!" Draco protested.

"But nothing, Malfoy. You will do as I say. Nobody disrupts my classroom. Oh, and twenty points from Slytherin. Don't make me do it again."

With a wave of his wand, the mess was cleaned up, and he stopped in front of Harry and glanced him over. "At least it's an improvement," he smirked. Harry glowered menacingly.

"Is there something that I can wipe this off with?"

"Your skin, yes. But your hair will be red for a while, I'm afraid. It looks like you'll have to deal with Malfoy pining after you for a while."

Harry heard Draco growl low in his throat at his godfather, and Harry smirked at him. "Well, it'll be nothing new, Professor. Though, I don't really blame him for liking me."

Snape rolled his eyes and walked to his potion stores, muttering something about ‘just like his father.'

When class ended a few minutes later, Harry walked out with his skin only giving off a slight tint of red, while his hair was a completely different matter. If his mood were able to give off any colour, it would most certainly look the exact same shade as his hair. Harry was fuming about of Draco's nerve. How could he get the nerve up to do something so stupid when he knew that Harry could turn him into Voldemort for something that angered him? When Harry reached the entrance hall, he was absolutely fuming, and it did not make matters any better when he caught sight of the blonde Slytherin.

Without a second thought, he whipped out his wand and pointed it at his back and said the first spell that came to mind. "Conscindo amiculum." Harry watched as Draco's robes ripped into shreds and fell off his body, leaving him in only his emerald boxers. Draco stared down at his body in horror and looked around wildly. People were pointing and laughing at his misfortune. Harry ducked into the shadows so that Draco could not see him and doubled up with laughter. Draco started to run back for the dungeons but Harry placed Impedimenta on him and he slowed down to a snail's pace.

Quite suddenly, Harry had the overwhelming urge to see Draco bleed. To see his crimson liquid seeping from his body, and for him not being able to do anything about it because he was moving so slowly. Without another thought, Harry lifted his wand again. "Conscindo," he muttered quietly and watched as deep cuts appeared all over Draco's milky white chest, arms, neck and legs. Very slowly, Draco began to look down at his body, and his face began to twist into one of horror. A terrible smile crossed Harry's face as people began to scream and point at Draco, bleeding onto the floor.

"Finite Incantatem!" someone yelled frantically and Draco began to move to normal speed again. He immediately collapsed onto the floor and looked up at Professor Snape, who had yelled the counter curse, with large, frightened eyes.

"Who did this?!" Draco cried out, disoriented.

"Never mind that," Snape muttered, though he cast a murderous look in Harry's direction, as Harry adopted a good impression of concern and curiosity as he stepped onto the scene. Snape then put bandages all around Draco's body to stem the blood flow. Sirius then hurried to them.

"Let me take him, Snape. Find out who did this."

"Fine," Snape replied as Sirius picked Draco up, who had passed out from the blood loss. Sirius ran up the stairs and to the infirmary. Snape then turned to Harry, who was slowly backing up, along the wall. Like a bat, Snape bore down on him and grasped him firmly by the shoulder. "Come to my office, Potter. We shall have a little chat."

Harry only scowled as he was roughly led back down to the dungeons to Snape's office. "You don't actually think I did that, do you?"

"Two months ago, I would not have. But now I know better," Snape said, pushing Harry down into his seat. "What exactly," he started in a low voice, "were you thinking? You could have killed him if there had been nobody around."

"I didn't do that."

"Potter, do not lie to me," he said, voice deceptively calm.

"I'm not."

"Fine. Don't admit it. I will have to take this to the Headmaster. I think he will see fit for you to be expelled from this school."

"Do you really think that wise, Professor? I mean... I hold your life and Malfoy's life in my hands. Do you really want to bring the Headmaster into it?"

"You aren't doing a very good job of holding onto Draco's."

"Did I say I was going to do a good job? Besides you don't have any proof that it was me."

Snape growled low in his throat, and after a few moments where he looked to be having a personal battle, he finally spoke. "You will serve detention on Saturday with Draco. I will be taking both of your wands during your time, and Filch will keep a watch on you two so that you don't start brawling."

"I'm not cleaning out Moaning Myrtle's bathroom with a toothbrush. Especially with Malfoy!"

"I don't see the big deal. Only a couple weeks ago, you were too willing to have his tongue stuck down your throat. I'm sure you can deal with the closeness of the bathroom. One hundred points from Gryffindor, as well. I do not take attempts on my godson's life, lightly."

"I didn't do it."

Snape looked him with a disgusted look on his face. "Don't deny it, Potter. I know you did it."

Harry glared. "Shut up."

"Ten more points from Gryffindor. I suggest you get out of my sight before you get all your house points taken away."

Harry glared and left the room as quickly as possible. Snape would get his. It wasn't that much longer before Harry would officially become a Death Eater. Then... Harry would have all the power he wanted, and he'd get whatever he wanted from people. Smiling, Harry went to the Great Hall to eat.

***

Saturday night came and Harry trudged to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Snape, Filch, and Draco were already waiting, and all three glared at him as he approached. "What a lovely night for detention, huh?" Harry asked cheerily. Of course, he would think so. It was exactly one week until his initiation.

"Shut up, Potter," Filch growled.

"My sentiments exactly, Argus," Snape replied, staring beadily at Harry. "Wands, Draco, Potter," he said, holding his hand out. The two boys angrily removed their wands from their robes and handed them over.

"I better get it back in one piece," Harry growled.

"Oh, don't worry. You will." Snape advanced on Harry and began feeling around his body.

"What are you doing?" Harry exclaimed indignantly.

"I'm making sure you don't have any dangerous weapons on you."

"I told you. I didn't do that."

Satisfied that Harry held no weapons on him, Snape backed away and glared. "No fighting." With that, Snape walked away in a flurry of robes. Filch then roughly pushed buckets of soap water, and two toothbrushes into their hands.

"Get to work. You have a long night of cleaning ahead of you." He smiled cruelly and walked away.

"Hold on!" Draco yelled. "You're supposed to stay here."

"I'll come back to check on you. Peeves made a mess in the trophy room again. I think you'll both be safe seeing as how you aren't armed. And I'll know if you have been cleaning or not, so I suggest you do it."

Harry shrugged and walked into the bathroom, followed by a reluctant Draco. They began to work in silence, on opposite sides of the room. Every half an hour, Filch would come back to make sure they were working, and once assured that they were, would leave again. After Filch's fourth visit, both boys were getting to the same point in the middle of the room, their knuckles, red and cracking from hitting them on the floor repeatedly. They were so intent on looking at the floor than at each other, that they didn't notice how close they were until their heads collided with one another. Both of them sat back with loud curses.

"Watch where you're going, Potter!" Draco snarled.

"I wasn't the only one not watching, you prat. Get over yourself."

"I'm not the one who needs to get over myself. You think everybody likes you."

"Actually, you're the one who said that everybody likes you. And I never said or have thought that about myself. In fact, you're the only person I know of that likes me."

"I don't like you, Potter."

"Maybe not... but you want to shag me rotten," Harry said as he began to walk forward on his knees, making Draco back up into a stall. He leaned forward to lick and nibble at Draco's earlobe. A small moan escaped Draco's lips as Harry pulled away. But before he could go back to his work, Draco had grabbed him and brought their lips together in a rough kiss. Draco's tongue snaked inside Harry's mouth and they began to kiss with a ferocity that Harry didn't know that he had for Draco. He had been adamantly denying any sort of feelings that he had towards the other boy... but now, it was like something snapped. The dark waters receded a little, and Harry found himself burying his fingers in Draco's silky hair.

"Draco," he moaned as Draco moved his mouth down to Harry's neck.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway outside the door of the bathroom and Harry broke away from Draco as if he had been burned. The door flung open to admit Filch, fifteen minutes earlier than he should have been. He looked at the two boys suspiciously. Both were red faced, and panting heavily from their fiery kiss.

"What have you two been doing?" Filch asked angrily. "You're supposed to be cleaning, not fighting!"

Harry glanced over at Draco and they met eyes. Draco's silver eyes were glazed over to which made it seem like he was angry, but Harry knew better than that. He knew his own eyes looked exactly the same; he could feel the lust in his body travelling to his eyes. A loud giggle behind Harry made him break eye contact with Draco and turn around. Moaning Myrtle was hovering above her stall.

"Oh, they weren't fighting," she giggled.

"What were they doing then?" Filch demanded.

Myrtle lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper as she glided down to Filch. "They were snogging. Getting all hot and bothered about it too; it's a good thing you came when you did."

"You filthy ghost! We were not snogging! I'm not a faggot!" Harry yelled angrily as Draco scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

Myrtle's eyes filled with tears as she looked back at Harry. "I know what I saw," she blubbered and flew back to her stall and splashed into her toilet.

"So..." Filch began while giving them both a very amused look. "Is all this hatred you two point towards each other in public, just so that you can get alone with each other in detention to have a secret snog?"

"Would you shut up! We were not snogging. We were just having a heated discussion," Harry protested.

"Yeah, with our lips," Draco said smirking. Harry glared at him and clenched his jaw.

"Well, if that's your game. But it would do you two good to start cleaning again. I won't be letting you go until you clean everything, toilets included."

"Not it for Myrtle's!" Draco exclaimed quickly.

Harry glowered darkly, and picked his toothbrush up again. Maybe he could make Draco use it on his teeth without him knowing that it was used on the bathroom floor, and soon the toilets. It was something to plan out....

***

Over the next week, Harry made more visits to Voldemort than he ever had in the past few weeks. The first visit to him after his detention with Draco had been when he had mastered the Killing Curse. His anger with Draco, Filch, Snape, and Moaning Myrtle had fuelled it all, and both he and Voldemort were surprised when the cat had flown back seven feet when the green light hit it. The Dark Lord had been, to say the least, extremely pleased and had told Harry that he would be getting a very fine reward on the night of his initiation. Harry had been very pleased to hear this.

The next lessons that Voldemort had started in teaching on had been duelling. Harry was already pretty well versed in duelling and was a natural at it. The only thing that his master requested was that he research for more proper curses for a duelling situations. In other words, Harry would have to sneak into the Restricted Section to look up illegal Dark curses. But that was what the Invisibility Cloak was for.

When Saturday night came, it was to find Harry sitting in his room, blanket wrapped around him since the cold wind was still blowing through the room. Before too long, his scar began to burn in that tell-tale way that told him that his master wanted him. Harry switched his blanket for his hooded cloak, his Invisibility Cloak, and ran out of the castle. He Apparated to the outside of the Riddle house, to see that the Dark Lord was just coming out of it with one of his servants by his side. Making sure his hood covered his face, Harry whipped off his Invisibility Cloak.

A terrible smile twisted Voldemort's face as he saw him. "Ah, right on time, I see." He grabbed Harry's arm and Disapparated. They appeared at the edge of a forest; Harry could faintly hear the sound of the ocean. The other Death Eater appeared a moment later and was summoned to Voldemort. The Dark Lord took the man's arm, pulled up his left sleeve and touched a finger to the Dark Mark.

The faceless man hissed out his pain as smoke emitted from it. "Now, we wait. Come stand by me, Harry."

Harry complied. They stood silently for almost a minute before small popping sounds were heard and hooded men and women began to appear. Harry smiled as they all bowed down to their lord, kissing his hem and then forming a circle. It was time to become the thing that he was always meant to be.