Dark Side

Harry?

So, I didn't proof read this or anything. Good luck!

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The Light Side was not doing well.

After the capture (and supposed death) of Harry Potter--the one that was supposed to save them all--the Wizarding World spiraled into chaos. It made it absurdly easy for Voldemort to swoop in to take over the Ministry and replace the Minister of Magic with one of his supporters who was far better at his job than Fudge could have ever hoped to be. Everyone seemed to fall in line after that, most of them cowing under the threat of death, while few still fought for what was right.

Any attempts at an uprising--even if it was nothing more than a whisper--would be halted in its tracks and the people involved would be publicly executed for all to see. It showed that Voldemort was both ruthless and not taking any chances, and so the Order of the Phoenix couldn't hide for long before they were discovered.

Of course, Voldemort had waited for the right time to swoop into their Headquarters, only to find that they had left what looked like days prior.

They ended up holding Hogwarts hostage, which infuriated Voldemort far more than it would have if it were anywhere else in the whole Wizarding World. Voldemort figured that was why Dumbledore had chosen it.

With the absence of Harry weighing heavily on their hearts, Hermione and Ron had set out to find what Voldemort's Horcuxes could possibly be and where they would be located. They knew that he had made seven--or assumed heavily--and that both the diary and the ring were destroyed. They could only suspect what the others were, but they had known Voldemort had been obsessed with the Founders, and most likely made at least Slytherin's Locket and Hufflepuff's Cup into Horcruxes. Which left Ravenclaw's Diadem and Gryffindor's Sword--of course, the sword was not a Horcux, which they knew for sure. So, with no clue what the last Horcrux could possibly be, they set off to find the ones that they suspected.

They suspected that the Cup was in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault, and had immediately ruled out trying to get to it. Goblin's were notoriously pesky creatures and neither of them particularly wanted to die from breaking into their bank, thank you very much.

After much, much searching they found that the Diadem might be hidden in Hogwarts, which was very unfortunate because the grounds outside of the Wards were being patrolled heavily by Death Eaters, but was fortunate because they knew that they would most likely be safe once they got inside, and they would have plenty of time to try and find where in the castle it could be.

But, of course, things never go to plan.

Voldemort stormed the Wards two days after Hermione and Ron had gotten back, tearing down the ones the Order put up to keep Death Eaters out with surprising ease and then walking right through the rest.

It hadn't been expected, but it hadn't been unexpected either and so they had been semi-ready, and they had launched into battle.

A battle that froze at the head when they saw who was standing next to Voldemort.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered almost disbelievingly, while beside her Ron was too stunned to even think straight.

Dumbledore had also frozen at the sight, blue eyes no longer twinkling and blown wide in surprise and fear. All the while Harry looked around with bright green eyes, although this time the aliveness that coursed through them was just a little more sinister than it had been before. His hair was longer, messier, and his clothes were tighter and showed far more skin than he had ever before.