#MagicMonth - Anthology / CLOSED

One cannot live while the other one survives by @Prongs_is_alive

Neville Longbottom had always admired Harry Potter.

Until the day he sided with the Dark Lord.

Harry was nice enough, for a Slytherin. A Slytherin that had violent tendencies and no friends in his own house. A Slytherin who defeated Voldemort (something that Neville himself should have done). But it all went pear-shaped that fateful day.

It was the 14th of May 1995. A terrible night in general, but it was the day the Light lost Harry Potter to the Dark.

They had been battling in the Department of Mysteries. Harry had been firing spells at Death Eaters to his heart's content. They all were. They were fighting for their friends, family and freedom. But then Sirius Black died.

No one could help it.

It happened before anyone knew what was happening. He had been battling Bellatrix when one of her curses hit him. The sheer force of it caused him to fall through a mysterious veil. Harry screamed out in terror, and fired a curse at Bellatrix. She, too, fell into the veil. Dead. Harry went on a furious rampage and cursed everything and everyone in sight.

"I can see your anger, boy." It was Voldemort's cold, sharp voice, reverberating through the room. Harry stopped. "Join me. We can make an excellent team. Your anger, your past, your pureblood father, can't you see? You must join me."

Voldemort strode into the room, wand out, as if daring anyone to contradict him. He looked around satisfied, and went to Harry.

"Harry Potter." he sneered. "You defeated me, when I had no physical form. Why? Because you wanted to help that idiot Longbottom. You have a strong desire to help your friends. That is very useful in a Death Eater."

Neville spoke up. "He killed one of your precious Death Eaters, and you want him to replace her?"

"Shut up boy." he said. "Of course. That's what happens."

Neville felt sick. One of the only people that actually like him could turn to the Dark Side. "Harry, don't!" Harry looked at him and smiled almost like he was already planning someone's death.

"I can do what I want, and I can tell who the winning side will be in this war." Harry stepped forward. "What do I need to do, Lord?"

Hermione whimpered. "Harry, don't-"

"SHUT UP!" he yelled. Hermione took a step back. "I CAN DO WHAT I BLOODY WANT!" He stunned Hermione and turned to Ron, who was moving towards her. Ron spotted him.

"Mate-"

"Don't mate me."

"-do you know what you're doing? You'll get yourself killed!"

"Doing the right thing!" Harry spat at Ron.

"The right thing?" Ron picked up Hermione's body and holding his wand, muttered a few words. A second later Dumbledore appeared.

"Ronald, take Miss Granger back to the castle with Fawkes." He did so and they were gone. "Now, Harry," he started, "you're a good man. A good wizard, great at that. Smart. So why Voldemort?" Dumbledore took off his glasses and rubbed his eye, then called for Fawkes. The phoenix appeared in front of him.

"Remus, Kingsley, Tonks, take the others back to Hogwarts." Dumbledore sighed. "Harry, if you want to side with Voldemort, then I will respect your wishes. But you cannot, and will not, come back to Hogwarts."

Harry looked at Dumbledore. "Fine." he spat. Harry eyed his former friends then stood next to You-Know-Who.

Dumbledore looked at Neville. "Are you going back or not?"