Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, stood before the Sorting Hat in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His heart pounded with anticipation as he waited for the hat's decision. He had always believed he would be sorted into Gryffindor, following in the footsteps of his brave and noble parents. But deep within him, there was a darker side that craved power and recognition.
"Slytherin!"
The Sorting Hat's proclamation echoed through the hall, leaving the students in stunned silence. Harry's eyes widened, a sinister smile curling on his lips as he made his way to the table adorned in green and silver. The darkness within him had found its true home.
As Harry settled into his new house, he reveled in the cold embrace of the Slytherin dungeons. Ambition coursed through his veins, intertwining with the power that surged within him. Fred and George, equally drawn to the allure of darkness, became his loyal companions, eager to follow his lead.
Together, they forged an unholy trinity, a triumvirate of malevolence that ruled over Hogwarts with an iron fist. Their actions were calculated and ruthless, leaving a trail of chaos and fear in their wake. Harry embraced his role as the Dark King of Slytherin, while Fred and George served as his trusted enforcers, executing his every command with sadistic glee.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, mere spectators to Harry's dark ascent, became enemies from the start. Ron, entangled in his jealousy and bitterness, joined Hermione in her rebellion against the malevolent trio. They gathered a group of like-minded students, their hearts set on dismantling the oppressive regime that had taken hold of Hogwarts.
As the years passed, Harry reveled in his power, relishing in the fear he instilled in others. He wielded the Dark Arts with mastery, surpassing even the most seasoned wizards in his cruelty and skill. His schoolmates trembled in his presence, too terrified to challenge his authority.
Ron and Hermione's rebellion grew bolder, their acts of defiance escalating as they recruited students from all houses. Their ranks swelled with those who yearned for freedom and despised the reign of darkness. Together, they planned daring operations to undermine Harry's power and restore harmony to the school.
Amidst the chaos, Draco Malfoy, a fellow Slytherin, watched Harry with a mix of fascination and unease. Draco had embraced the dark path but found himself hesitant to align with Harry's malevolence. Their encounters were filled with tension and unspoken desires, a dangerous dance of attraction and power.
The final confrontation loomed as Hogwarts erupted into chaos. Spells collided, and the air crackled with magic as Harry and his loyal followers clashed with Ron, Hermione, and their rebellion. In the midst of the battle, Harry confronted Ron, his voice dripping with malice. "You never stood a chance, Weasley. You were always beneath me."
Ron's eyes burned with determination. "You may have power, Harry, but true strength lies in the bonds we share. We fight for something greater than ourselves."
Their duel was fierce and relentless, a clash of ideologies as much as spells. But Harry's dark power proved overwhelming, overpowering Ron's resistance. As the dust settled, Ron's figure lay, unmoving on the ground. Harry had won. Rushing to Ron's body, Hermione looked up at harry, teary eyes welling with tears. Barely glancing at her, harry raised his wand, "Avada Kedavra!" And with that, Hermione's body hit the ground with a thud. After that, everyone quickly surrendered in fear of harry and his wrath. And harry, Draco, Fred and George lived happily ever after ruling the British wizarding world. The end😊