Harry goes to Hogwarts after growing up in an Orphanage, where he learned all about a certain Tom. He makes friends (allies) and he may become a dark lord in the process, that is if he doesn't fall in love with one first. And he does it all with his...
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Summary: Harry finds the mirror of desire, comforts a friend, and annoys a Dark Lord.
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How to be a Dark Lord: For Beginners
Harry ran his thumb over the dusty cover, tracing the lines of the words scrawled on the front in neat penmanship. The book looked old, 50 years at least. Well, maybe that's young. Harry thought, as he remembered that some books in Hogwarts' library are over 300,000 years old.
He opened the cover gently, and a genuine smile graced his lips at the note scrawled in the same handwriting as the cover; Harry, I hope this helps you on your journey, and I sincerely wish you the best. -T.M.R.
Why thank you, T.M.R. Harry thought, and pulled away from the book to look at his roommates, making sure they were settled into bed, before disillusioning, silencing himself, and sneaking out of the dorms, common room, and castle entirely. His charmed bed just wouldn't do it tonight.
He made his way to the area by the whomping willow, and settled down on the grass far enough away from it so as to not disturb it. Harry lay back, and enjoyed the feel of the cool late September breeze across his face for a while, and then turned onto his stomach, reading the first few pages of the book given to him by T.M.R.
A Couple chapters later, Harry looked up, gazing at the stars, the dog star in particular. Harry found he had a strange connection to the star. He sighed, and gathered his book, still disillusioned and silenced, he made his way back to the castle, and as if compelled by some unseen force, found himself headed towards the Astronomy Tower.
Upon Arrival, Harry could sense Dumbledore in the area, so he removed the charms, he didn't want to be caught using advanced magic. Dumbles wasn't particularly in the same room, but at least in 50 feet of where he was now. Over the last week, Harry had gotten better at telling magical signatures apart, and could now tell Dumbledore from Quirrell, or Quirrell from Snape. It wasn't easy, but he thought with the proper practice it'd come as easy as breathing.
