A New Darkness
Prologue
Doors blasted open at the end of the massive hall. A
tall figure shrouded in black strode through the group of masked followers to
stand in front of the throne and the Daord ord seated in it.
“Father.”
A black hood was thrown back to reveal a handsome seventeen
year old boy. Green eyes raised to meet red.
--
All through the hall wands raised and aimed at Harry
Potter’s head. Chuckling inwardly, he drawled in a decidedly
un-Gryffindorish manner, “Now, now, is that any way to treat the heir of our
Lord?”
“OUR Lord, Potter?”, the Dark Lord hissed.
“Intriguing. I have not been intrigued in a very long time. I’ll
grant you five minutes to convince me why I shouldn’t just kill you now.”
Harry smirked. “I recently uncovered a very
interesting story about the circumstances concerning my birth seventeen years
ago, and the truth about my heritage…”
--
June 31, 1980
“Albus…it’s a boy.”
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Albus Dumbledore looked up from his desk to find a
frantic James Potter gesturing towards his office door. The ever-present twinkle
in his blue eyes was replaced by a harsh coldness as he stood and made his way
to the infirmary.
As he neared the entrance, a woman’s screams of anguish
became audible.
“NO! You can’t have my son! What have you
done with my husband…LET ME GO!”
Dumbledore made his way past the curtain and gazed upon
the green-eyed woman on the bed.
“Mrs. Riddle, you will never see your husband again.”
--
“So you see father, Albus Dumbledore kidnapped my mother
before she gave birth to me. He set up an elaborate plot to convince you
she had been murdered and the child along with her. He then gave me to
the Potter’s, although he had no intention of letting them raise me. He
fabricated a prophecy to goad you into killing them, knowing the only chance he
had to destroy you lay in me. Your son,” Harry finished. “That old,
manipulative bastard warped my life to his will. He deprived me of
my family, killed my mother, and tried to use me to kill my father. And
now thatnow now the truth, I am here to take my place at your side. As it
always should have been.”
Lord Voldemort sat stunned on his throne. Harry, now
only a few feet from him, closed the distance and fell to his knees, locking
eyes with his father. He dropped his mental barriers.
“See the truth father, from my mind, just as I ripped it
from his,” he whispered.
“Legillimens.”
--
A flash of green as an old man kills a green-eyed woman,
holding her newborn son in his arm. ‘Lorelai.’
Plans of a fake prophecy, flashes of a muggle man,
overweight and red-faced. ‘Treat him as a freak, abnormal, beat it out of
him, keep him alive, no more.’
Ten years later, ‘Now we save him from that hell, he’ll
be eternally greatful. Moldable. Useable.’
A green-eyed teen facing off with is mentor.
Practicing Occlumency, breaking into the old man’s mind.
Shock. Anger. Hatred.
“OBLIVIATE!”
--
“My Son.”
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