|Change of Heart
Author: Maninthefoxmask PM
In the graveyard in Harry's fourth year, a decision is made that will lead to amazing results. Dark!Harry HONKSRated: Fiction T - English - Harry P. & N. Tonks - Chapters: 5 - Words: 9,138 - Reviews: 29 - Favs: 75 - Follows: 103 - Updated: 06-14-12 - Published: 06-14-09 - id: 5138210
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Change of Heart
A Harry Potter Fanfic
Sup guys, this is my new brainchild! Don't worry if you're a fan of my other Harry Potter story "Because You Deserve It" it's not abandoned and a new chapter is in progress. I just have to read over the story to get a feel for it again.
If you've read my work then by now you expect certain quality, I shall not disappoint with this story.
A rat scurried over the floor and into a crack in a stone wall. Cautiously it poked its nose out of the hole and ventured out. A dirty pale hand snatched at it and pulled it close. The small animal squeaked in fear as the man holding it laughed.
While his left hand held it his right hand stroked its dirty flea ridden hair. The man had long black hair which was matted with mud and blood. He laughed once again at the rat's attempts to escape his grasp. His right hand squeezed the rat's head, and he quickly twisted snapping the creatures fragile neck. He threw it at the wall across from him and watched with a smile as it thudded to the floor dead.
This man's name is Harry Potter, and where he resides now is a dungeon far beneath the world above. The walls are a cold black, the only light available is from a small candle on a table outside his cell. He sits on his bed in the middle of the room, to his right is a toilet.
On the wall behind him are scratches that signify how long he has been there. He reaches for a small sharp rock and scratches another line. His head whips around as he hears an ancient door opening. A wizened old man steps through the door, and swings it behind him. The look of wonder in Harry's eyes at the light from outside disappears.
The old man steps quickly for one his age and takes a seat at a comfy looking chair next to the table with the candle. He places his wand on the table at sighs heavily looking at Harry in his cage, while Harry stares right back at the man who put him there.
Harry moves to the edge of the bed to sit and cocks his head to the left at the man. After a few moments of silence he speaks. "Evening…Dumbledore…" Harry says in a voice not used to speaking.
Dumbledore smiles at him, "Hello Harry, glad to see you are as sociable as ever."
Harry looks to the ground where his feet are, "Of course I am, you're the only person I ever talk to anymore…Dumbledore. After you put me in here anyway."
Dumbledore's smile fades and he becomes serious. "You have only yourself to blame for that young man." He brings his right hand up to massage the bridge of his nose, "Although I suppose your no longer a young man anymore. Your seventeen today Harry."
Harry laughs at his statement, "My age hardly matters in here does it?" He stretches loudly as his back pops. "I've been here a year then, yes? Such a long time for confinement. Perhaps for my present you can free me?" At the thought of freedom Harry's eyes ignited with a flame of desire for the outside world.
Albus sighs, "You know that I won't Harry, yet you continue to ask every year. You will spend the rest of your day's here I'm afraid."
Harry pouted immaturely, "If I should be imprisoned then why aren't I in Azkaban eh Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore stiffened with anger, "Because you left it a charred smoking ruin I believe."
Harry laughed, "Oh yea, I forgot about that…" He laughed even louder.
Dumbledore quickly grew tired of this, "Silence child! Such utter uncaring for the lives you took that day! I cannot believe I once counted you as a precious person." Dumbledore was standing now, and shaking with rage and power.
Harry ceased his laughter abruptly. "What's wrong Albus? Angry?" His head dropped and his filthy hair moved in front of his eyes for a moment. He brushed it aside and looked back to Albus, who was still standing but had since calmed. Harry smiled, "So, how many of your friends did I kill?"
Albus stiffened quickly at the question. He dropped into his seat quietly with sadness in his eyes. He uttered softly "Six" and looked back to Harry.
Harry's mouth formed an 'O' of surprise and he mouthed the word six. He nodded for a moment before he looked up at Albus. "You know in a person's last moments of life they reveal who they really are." Albus looked perplexed for a moment and Harry continued. "So, in a way, I know them better then you…ever did."
Albus had a longing look in his eyes for a minute before Harry spoke again. Harry looked straight into Dumbledore's eyes with his acid green ones and said mockingly, "Would you like to know which of them were cowards?"
Harry laughed as Albus picked up his wand and pointed it at him. "I should" Albus said. "I should rid the world of your evil soul!" Harry pointed at him and laughed even harder. "Why are you laughing you demon!?"
Harry's eyes become flooded with a dangerous look and he responded, "Because you won't."
Albus threw his wand back onto the table and sat again furiously. "You are right, I will not take the life of a person. Even in your case where you deserve just that."
Harry stretched again and laid upon his bed. "So Dumbles, why are you here? Friendly visit or business?"
Albus shook his head at the state of Harry's personality. "To find out why" he said simply. Harry sat up harshly. "Why?" he jumped off his bed and landed on the floor. "Why what? Why is the sky blue? Why is grass green?"
Albus looked at him seriously and he quieted. "No Harry. Why did you join Tom all those years ago?"
Harry looked shocked at the question and dumbly sat on his bed again. His head dropped and he placed it on his knees as he began to cry silently. Dumbledore watched the man before instantly change from being on the brink of insanity to being a crying wreck.
Harry looked up at the old wizard before him with tears in his eyes. "Because!" He yelled as loud as his unused voice would allow. "He cared! He showed me the respect that I deserved! He actually helped me! And you know what else Dumbledore?!"
Dumbledore looked shocked at Harry's defense of Voldemort, even so long after his defeat. He shook himself out of his thoughts and responded. "What my boy?"
"He never once hurt me once I joined him!"
Well hope you enjoyed the prologue. Interesting eh? Stay tuned for chapter 2. Borrowed some lines from The Dark Knight in this chapter, they don't belong to me. Love that movie though! :D