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Summary: AU Secrets have been kept, but they are about to come out. Harry finds out all about Dumbledore's manipulations, including the fact that Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Lord Voldemort aka You-Know-Who is Harry's biological grandfather. What is Harry going to do? Why join the Dark Side and get revenge, of course! Evil and Manipulative Dumbledore, Ron and Hermione bashing, dark Harry, child abuse, non-con, SLASH (M/M and F/F), main pairing Harry/Snape

thoughts

Parseltongue

normal speech

Prologue:

Harry Potter was angry. No, that's an understatement: He was livid!

"How could he just sit there with his fucking twinkling eyes and tell me that going back to my 'family' is for my safety? I mean, really, the Dursley's? Family? Safe? I don't think so! He knows what I have to go through there (well mostly) and still I have to go back, 'For your own good, my boy.' How is being starved, beaten, and ra…(nope, not going there) for my own good?" thought Harry as he packed his trunk to leave Hogwarts after finishing his 5th year.

You see, Harry Potter was a wizard. And not just any wizard. He was The Boy-Who-Lived. The son of Pureblood James Potter and Muggleborn Lily Evans, Harry had survived an attack on Godric's Hollow (his parents' home) when he was a year old. But that was not the amazing part. Harry had survived the Killing Curse, a curse that no one before or after had done. Harry's parents had been attacked by the Dark Lord Voldemort and killed, but when Voldemort tried to kill Harry, the curse backfired and destroyed the body of Voldemort instead. The only evidence of the failed curse was a lightning bolt-shaped scar on Harry's forehead. Harry was then placed by Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts' School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, with his mother's Muggle sister in Little Whinging, Surrey. On Harry's eleventh birthday, he found out about this other world and the truth about his past. Since that day, Harry had experienced a whirlwind of adventures, including the resurrection of Lord Voldemort. His last adventure had taken him to the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic where he dueled Death Eaters and lost his beloved godfather, Sirius Black, to the Veil. Harry was then brought back to Dumbledore's office where Dumbledore told him of a prophecy that said Harry was the only wizard with the power to kill Voldemort. Needless to say, getting that news after witnessing the death of the only father-figure in his life, Harry was a little upset. And he kind of destroyed a good portion of Dumbledore's office in his rage. A few weeks later, after year-end exams, Harry pleaded with Dumbledore to be allowed to stay at Hogwarts, the Burrow, even Grimmauld Place, anywhere but Privet Drive. He told Dumbledore that he couldn't take the abuse anymore, and Dumbledore just patted him on the head and told him that it couldn't be that bad and that it was the safest place after all. Which brings us back to the present.

Later that afternoon saw Harry sitting with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, and Luna Lovegood in a compartment on the Hogwarts' Express returning to London. Ron and Neville were playing a game of Exploding Snap, Luna and Ginny were reading a copy of Witch Weekly, and Hermione was reading Hogwarts: A History for the 87th time. Harry just stared out the window and thought about the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries. He had finally come to realize that Sirius' death could only be blamed on two people: Bellatrix Lestrange and Albus Dumbledore. As much as he would like to blame Snape, he couldn't. After all, if someone had looked in his pensieve without permission, he'd be furious and stop lessons with them too. But Bellatrix had cast the curse and Dumbledore had known the prophecy the entire time. Dumbledore should have told him before, end of story.

"Harry?" said Hermione, jarring Harry from his thoughts.

"Hmm?" replied Harry without turning around.

"Are you ok? I mean, I know your still grieving, so obviously your not completely ok, but you looked kind of spaced out," said Hermione.

"I'm just thinking about the 'lovely' summer I'm going to have," said Harry sarcastically.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad, mate," said Ron, entering into the conversation.

"Ron, you know I hate it there. And you know that they hate anything and everything that has to do with magic, especially me," retorted Harry, who then went back to looking out the window and ignoring the others.

Seeing that they weren't going to get Harry to talk anymore, Ron and Hermione went back to their previous activities.

When the Hogwarts' Express pulled into Platform 9 3/4, Harry grabbed his trunk and stepped off the train. After saying his good-bye's and promising to write, Harry went through the barrier to enter the Muggle part of Kings Cross Station. Harry immediately saw his Uncle, and Vernon did NOT look happy. Harry sighed and trudged over to his Uncle, dragging his trunk and owl cage with him.

When Harry reached him, Vernon grabbed Harry's arm in a vise-like grip that Harry KNEW would leave bruises. "Don't even think about doing anything funny, boy. I've had enough of you and your kind. Get in the car and if you so much as twitch a finger the wrong way, I'll make last summer look like a picnic," spat Uncle Vernon, his face an ugly shade of puce.

The ride to Surrey was long and boring. When Vernon pulled the car into the drive at #4 Privet Drive, Harry immediately got out of the car and went to retrieve his belongings from the boot. When Harry finally managed to drag his stuff into the house, the front door was shut with a resounding SLAM. Harry's trunk was jerked from his hands and thrown into the cupboard under the stairs, where it was locked in. Harry turned to face his uncle.

"Now, freak, there are a few new rules. You will have a list of chores to do every day and if they are not all finished and finished to your Aunt and my specifications, you will be punished. Your Headmaster has informed us that your godfather is dead, so don't even think about trying to use him as a pathetic excuse to sit on your lazy ass and make honest hard-working people such as ourselves wait on you," said Uncle Vernon.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry replied. Then he turned and started up the stairs to Dudley's Second Bedroom.

"BOY!" snapped Vernon. Just as Harry turned to see what he wanted, Vernon punched him in the stomach. "You don't think we forgot what you did to our poor Dudley last summer, did you?" asked Vernon with an evil smirk.

Vernon continued to kick, punch, and slap Harry everywhere he could reach.

Harry's last thought before losing consciousness was, "This summer is going to be hell."