Dark Union

(This is a time skip to two days after last chapter)

Harry Potter sighed as he sat down at the library, finally managing to get some time to himself. Since the incident with Theo’s cat two days ago his friend, mainly Theo, hadn’t left him alone at all. He felt slightly guilty now that he realized it had such an impact on his friend, he wasn’t aware that it was so important to him. He was also angry too, since the time he revealed he was a parselmouth he started getting hexes and jinxes from people in the halls. He was honestly starting to consider eating food in the kitchen with the House elves.

‘Perhaps I could scare them into leaving me alone? I did that at the orphanage, the only people who mess with me are the nuns. Perhaps I could burn someone a little pit in the great hall?’ Harry thought to himself before answering himself, ‘No… That wouldn’t work, I would get in trouble, or possibly expelled if said person gets too hurt.’ Giving a small, and barely noticeable outward groan Harry ran his fingers through his jet-black hair. Quickly shaking himself out of his thoughts he proceeded to force himself to finish his transfiguration quiz.

When he was almost done Ginny came in the library looking as usual, but the only difference is that she walked over to him. She had a small smile on her face as she asked, “H-Hey can I sit here?” Harry didn’t want to let her sit with him, but she wanted to figure out what was wrong with her, so he smiled and nodded.

She gave an annoying blush before sheepishly sitting down. She pulled out a book and a piece of Paper, he assumed it was for class. Harry contained himself from rolling his eyes before saying, “So what are you working on? Perhaps I could help.”

The Weasley looked surprised for saying a bit too quietly, “Ah just some charms, I’m quite rubbish at them. I’m just having a hard time at question four.”

Harry smiled and stated, “Well lucky for you I am pretty good at charms, give the paper to me and I’ll help you.” He then held up his hand motioning for her to hand it to him. She was hesitant before reluctantly handing it to him. Their hands touched slightly, and Harry suppressed a shiver on how cold and dry they were.

Looking at question four Harry silently cringed on how easy it was, even a first year Hufflepuff with an IQ of 85 should know it. He gave her the benefit of the doubt, after all it did look like she wasn’t thinking clearly. Giving a small nod he said, “So you’re asking what charm unlocks most doors?”

She nodded, embarrassment reddening her face.

“Oh no! Don’t be worried, I had a hard time on this question as well when I was in first year too.” He lied sickly before continuing, “So look in your book on page 132 in your charms book the answer should be there.”

She nodded in slight awe before quickly flipping her book to that page, she quickly read it before looking up, “How did you even remember the page number? That’s incredible!”

Shrugging Harry said, “As I mentioned I had a hard time answering it, so I did my best to memorize it so I would never forget.” He gave the paper to her, then she quickly circled, “Alohomora”

He gave a small, strained smile before continuing his own work. They both worked in silence, the Weasley girl occasionally asking questions and him answering them. Harry was honestly surprised that Ronald Weasley had not ran in the library and attacked him like the lion he is. He much preferred Theo or Draco as study partners.

Class started and Harry walked the Defense against the dark arts.

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He was practicing in the dueling room when a house elf popped up and offered him two letters. One was labeled Potter, and the other was from a former death eater, Igor Karkaroff. He had written to his death eater, demanding he bring the three boys to him in the throne room. He knew that the man would know it's true just by the address. Malfoy Manor. He had not used the dark mark to call him because it then would be noticeable to all his death eaters. All the marks were connected so if he attempted to call a specific one the others mark would darken and show physical proof of his return. Of course, he could still call one specifically, but he must wait when his return is made public.

He opened Karkaroff’s first already knowing the contents, after all he can’t let them wait too long.

When he entered the throne room, he saw the wonderful sight of the three boys chained by the hands stuck in the kneeling position. Turning over he saw his follower standing there in his wonderful death eater attire.

“My Lord” Karkaroff said as he kneeled, a hint of surprise thrumming in his voice. Voldemort concludes its due to his rather young appearance. He smirked knowing he’ll have to look like this for all eternity, after all he doesn’t age due to his Horcruxes.

The Dark Lord smiled and stated, “you have pleased me, now leave to your school now. Do not tell anyone of my… return. If you do, I can guarantee you a slow painful death.”

Karkaoff have a small bow and left. Voldemort turned to the three boys and said, “Tell me, do you know why I have summoned you?”

The two other boys shook his head but one of the ex-Gryffindors yelled, “It’s because of Potter isn’t it! We’ll never serve you, you filthy bigot!”

His smile faltered as he stated coldly, “I wouldn’t even want you as a servant, I do not accept filth.” He then pointed his want at the boy said flatly, “Crucio!” Almost immediately the boy fell to the ground shaking, and contorting, his screams filled the freezing murky air. The two boys’ eyes widened before attempting to break out of their chained hands.

Voldemort scoffed as he released the Gryffindor and but his attention to the others. He cast a wandless and wordless “Incendio” on their faces. They started to scream with quickly turned into gurgling noises as their lips were burnt. It smelled awful. Quickly diminishing the flames. the two fell limp. They were still breathing but too shocked to even feel the pain. Smiling he continued to hit them with curses and spells, the only reaction he got was distorted moans of pain and gurgling noises. All he could hear from them was disgusting wheezing noises at that point. He soon grew bored and killed the two men on spot.

Walking over to the only conscious child who was still shaking on the floor, but able enough to hear and speak he said grimly, “You hurt something that was mine.”

The boy glared before spitting, “Pedophile!”

Voldemort’s eyes widened in shock and anger before spitting out, “How DARE you accuse me of such vile behavior! Potter is MINE like every other death eater, I do not bed my things.” He then cast another crucio, it was worse than the last. A devilish smile crossed his face as he decided he’d keep the boy alive, but that did not mean sane. He crucio’ed the Hufflepuff until he went insane. The only thing that was left of him was a ball of screaming and laughing. He sent a house elf to place him in the dungeons, and force feed him one meal every day.

When he was done, he quickly showered and opened the letter from Potter. He himself wasn’t even phased by the murder that occurred less than an hour ago.

“Dear Professor Quirrell,
I must apologize for the late response as I have been attacked by fellow students at my school. As for your question about my sorting it compared me to a student that had attended the school in 1938, I do not know the specific name though. The hat said it was worried about the path I am going, although it is most likely dramatics. I too had a chance to be sorted into Ravenclaw, but I chose Slytherin. It said that Ravenclaw would give me knowledge, while Slytherin would give me power. Your weak persuasions to get me to be a death eater is rather amusing as well, you may continue to try.
Have a good day,
Harry Potter.”

Voldemort gripped the paper, he wasn’t too surprised and Potter’s instance at remaining neutral, but it annoyed him, nonetheless. Potter clearly craved power and glory. What did surprise him was the comparison to a student that attended the school in 1938, the first year he himself joined. He of course doesn’t believe that the student could have been him, but it was still an odd coincidence. Grabbing a piece of parchment he wrote,

“Dear Mr. Potter,
That is very interesting, shame the hat didn’t give a name. Although you almost being sorted into Ravenclaw isn’t too surprising, after all you were my best student. Being a death eater isn’t just honorable, it is an extremely powerful position as well. We will rule all muggleborns and muggles, after all they are just rats compared to us. You are extremely powerful, and I am almost certain in a few years you will be stronger than most of us here. Other than the inner circle and Voldemort himself.

Have good studies, Professor Quirrell
you also forgotten to answer my question. Are you still practicing the Dark Arts?”

He quickly sent the letter away to the same black owl.

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The school day had just finished as they had an hour of free time before dinner. They all agreed to spend their time at the black lake, after all that’s the only place Theo feels safe at the moment. His friend has been to paranoid to step in the Slytherin common room, unless it is bed, which he is forced to go. Harry sighing in hopes that this paranoia is just temporary shock. When they arrived, they were all sitting under a tree watching the beautiful scenery.

Neville was the one to speak up first as he said, “You know Professor Snape is a real dick.”

This caused Theo, and Draco to start giggling at the randomness of the comment, Harry only smiled feeling surprisingly alone. When he was younger, he always yearned for friendship, people to look after him, talk with him willingly, joke around, and play with. Being locked up in the cupboard for hours or even days on end. The loneliness of being deemed a freak to all the other children in the orphanage or being beat by one of the ‘caretakers. He just couldn’t help but smiling at his friends, knowing he had them.

“Gee Harry didn’t know you could smile!” Draco said snapping Harry out of his thoughts. Harry turned impassive before turning away in embarrassment, to let something as sentiment go through h his mind. It's obvious that the reaction Draco wanted wasn’t given as he deflated a bit and muttered, “Sorry.”

Harry said, “No, you haven’t done anything wrong. And yes, I agree Neville, Snape is a bit of a dick.”

Neville smiled sheepishly, “You can say that again, honestly, how on earth do you not get very many detentions from the man? He literally quizzes you in hopes you fail, not to mention he teamed you up with me!”

Theo spoke up and said, “It’s because his self-control is outstanding, if I was Harry, I’d strangle the man already.”

Draco nodded and stated, “Hey Harry I heard a rumor that you spoke to Ginny Weasley from Daphne Greengrass, she said you looked pretty chummy over each other. Is that true?”

Harry laughed a cold dark laugh as he stated, “Me liking Ginny? Are you insane? You know Daphne Greengrass is the world's worst gossiper.” Draco flushed and quickly turned to his head down.

Soon enough it was time for dinner, it went well other than someone jinxing his salmon to explode in his face. Luckily, he received no injuries, other than a new profound hatred for the light. He scowled at the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs before heading to the common room to wash himself up. Harry didn’t bother to return to the Great Hall, there was only ten minutes before bed, and he was exhausted. Crawling into his sheets harry fell asleep almost immediately.

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After that the days pass in a blur, he managed to befriend the Weasley girl and get some information on her. She confided him about the diary, the silly girl was crying and wailing on how scared she was, he was surprised that he managed to keep a worried facial expression. although he sadly couldn’t manage to get it in his possession. The Harry considered that he could attack Ginny, steal the Diary, then obliviate her after. Although the good news is that he knows what the monster is that is inside the chamber, a Basilisk. He was certain that she was the one who opened the chamber and had killed Hagrid’s chickens. He has read books in the restricted section but all he learned was that the chamber was hidden in a bathroom. He just needs to find were and how to get into the chamber, he usually wouldn’t care but the school is threatening to shut down.

Now currently he was sitting in the Slytherin dorms hanging out with Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. It was a Saturday, so he luckily did not have to worry about school. Although mainly Draco, but those two wanted to hang out as well which Harry found very odd. Not only that but they were acting strange, as if they were trying to act dumb.

Lazily spreading himself on the couch he said, “Hey Goyle have you gotten your transfiguration test done?” Draco’s eyes widened slightly at the fact he addressed one of the most annoying people in the Slytherin house.

‘Goyle stood up a bit straighter before saying haughtily, “Yes I have, thank you fo-“ stopped himself then continued to respond in a dumb voice, “uh no we didn’t.”

Harry laughed and pointed his wand at the two before saying, “Who are you? Honestly, you really thought you could get in here that easy?”

The fake Crabbe got up and started to fun for the exit but Harry wandlessly and wordlessly bound them, he smiled that is practicing came to use finally. They fell on their stomach with a loud thump. The situation must have registered in Draco’s mind as he quickly got up and dragged the two figures to the couch. By now everyone in the common room was staring at them and had caused a small crowed.

“Draco, go get Professor Snape. I need to keep my brain on focus with the spell.” Harry ordered coldly, Draco simply nodded and ran to Professor Snape’s office.

After five minutes the spell was starting to wear down, but luckily Professor Snape came in with billowing robes and an angry scowl. For the first time in forever Harry was excited to see his potions Professor. He quickly released the spell and blended with the crowd.

“I have been told that some students have been lying about who they were?” Snape growled as he flicked his attention to the two bound up students who were currently scowling at him with deep hatred.

The fake Goyle scowled but did not speak, he clearly realized his fate. However, the fake Crabbe was screaming, “LET US GO YOU FILTHY SLYTHERINS, W-WE WON’T TELL YOU WHO WE ARE!” The Professor smiled at the pathetic sight. Professor Snape was about to respond when their skin started bubbling, it looked disgusting.

Professor Snape looked angry as he said darkly, “Polyjuice potion. Of course.”

A minute later they were staring at a very distressed Granger, and a very angry Weasley. Harry sniggered and left, not in the mood to see the rest. This would be the perfect distraction for his attack on Ginny to occur. After all everyone could confirm he was technically at the incident. He stalked through the halls looking for the Weasley girl and he finally found her in library.

“Hello Ginny!” Harry said smiling, she looked worse than last time he saw her.

She looked at him with dead eyes until she realized who it was, her eyes brightened as she said happily, “Hey Harry what’s up?”

Harry gave a slightly warmer smile as he sat down at the chair beside her and looked at her intently, causing her to blush. He said charmingly, “You know I found a spot in the forbidden forest, its honestly really pretty. Can I show you it? After all you are my BEST friend.” He put emphasis on her being his best friend to make her feel special.

Her small blush turned into a foul looking red before nodding. He was thankful that no one was in the library other than a few Ravenclaws too enthralled in their book to notice their surroundings. To his knowledge at least. He led her to the Forbidden Forest, to the same dead patch that he accidentally caused last year. Whatever happened it must have been strong magic because everything is still gray and dead. It clearly put Ginny on edge.

“What happened to this place? I feel cold even though it’s hot outside.” Ginny said as she shivered. Harry noticed her hands grip the Diary even harder.

Before the Weasley could speak again, he pointed his wand at her and said, “Give me the Diary Ginny.”

Her eyes widened as she took a step back, fear building up in her eyes. She shook her head and attempted to run, she didn’t get very far as he grabbed her hair and slammed her to the ground. She still hung onto the Diary. Pointing out his wand he said, “Stupefy!” the red light hit her, and she fell unconscious.

Picking the Diary out of her hands, he then said, “Obliviate. You accidentally left the diary in the library when you decided to take a walk to the Forbidden Forest. You tripped and passed out.” And at those words Harry ran to the castle. He only had a small opening to where his disappearance wouldn’t be noticeable. Leaving the girl to get back to the castle herself.

When he arrived at the common room, he slipped back in without anyone noticing. He quickly scoped out Draco and walked over to him and asked, “Hey Draco what happened? I kind of had to go to my trunk for a quick moment.”

Draco laughed and said, “Oh my gosh it was the funniest thing! Granger and that Weasel ended up getting a five-month detention and a hundred house points lost. Turns out the drugged and obviated the real Crabbe and Goyle so they could take their spots easily. Oh, AND they brewed a Polyjuice potion as well!”

Harry rolled his eyes and stated, “I’m kind of impressed, they seemed to have thought it out. Other than their less than okay acting skills.” The adrenaline kicking through his veins, he hoped that his attempt at obliviation had worked. It was his first time casting it and it usually took a few attempts to at least be decent at it.

They both left the common room in smiles.