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Harry walked down to the great hall for breakfast alongside Hermione and Ron as usual. He smiled and laughed with them as any other day yet the day couldn't be farther away from normal. Internally, Harry hid his maddening smirk that would give the Cheshire cat a run for his money. Everyone was so blissfully ignorant about what was going to go down soon and that made him giddy with anticipation. Harry knew he had won before even getting to the great hall, everything would go according to his plan without a hitch. He wanted to laugh out loud and rub it in all those light bastard faces but he kept his cool for now. He wouldnt fail. He couldn’t.
Avoiding to eat without any suspicion was surprisingly easy, everyone was so preoccupied with their own food and lives that Harry could almost puke with how carefree everyone was being. They're in a war, anyone here could be undercover and slipped something in the food. Not even that but there was the danger of the Weasly twin’s wacky products or even bullies but nothing. Not that Harry actually cared all that much, none of those worthless traitors mattered to him. Plus, better for his plan. Just another few minutes before he can start the show.
Harry waited a good 10 minutes before he decided that the magic restraint potion he slipped into this morning's food settled. Too easy he scoffed. Dropping all pretense of his gryffindor self, he let his mask fall. His eyes grew cold and determined, his face fell into impassiveness.
Let the final act begin He declared to the world.
Harry put his hands on the table and pulled himself up to his feet bringing all his focus on the teachers table. Some people peered up to look but it was normal for someone to be finished early so not many bothered. A small smirk appeared on Harry’s face as he started to walk to the teachers table. Removing his wand from his sleeve he made a swift motion making his gryffindor school robes, wordlessly change to dark death eater robes.
A few more steps, a few more people looked up. A few confused glances from teachers.
A few more steps and he no longer wore his uniform but his death eater deuling outfit.
A few more steps as more and more slytherin students starred on, understanding shining in their eyes at the distinctive death eater robes.
Over halfway there he had all the teachers looking at him. His magic was thrumming around him, finally able to be free. His eyes promised retribution as he cocikly started down the teachers, steps never faltering.
No one had moved until Harry pointed his wand towards flitwick and cast a Parselspell, spells that cannot be blocked unless by another parselmouth. Flitwit was quick but his magic had already been weakened from the potion so he was hit.
Harry’s smirk grew as he saw horror across everyone's faces. Some students had taken their wands out to try and stun Harry but they were young, their magic was weak enough that even the lowest dose he was able to slip without any notice, was able to render them magicless. The other teachers suffered a similar fate although Mcgonagall did not disappoint him.
She wasted no time in standing up and throwing a slew of non-verbal spells before Harry’s even hit Flitwick. Unbothered, Harry simply waved his wand with a flick, hissing a spell as the spells coming towards him simmered out before they even got close to him. She didn't relent though, she kept trying to throw off spells. He just sent the same parsel stunner at her as he did Flitwick. He did this all while effortlessly sidestepping Dumbledore’s own attacks and throwing a few non verbal and wandless spells right back.
2 down one more to go he mused. Just as expected only those 2, Dumbledore and Snape would have enough magic left to try and attack but he needn't worry about Snape.
Snape sat there looking pained, his expression tight and tense. He knew better than to interfere no matter how much he wanted too. Voldemort had informed him that there was to be a final attack happening today to secure their victory for good. He was told not to interfere no matter what or else. He expected a raid on the castle, or even in hogsmeade. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that it’d be Lilly’s own son doing the Dark Lord's bidding, attacking the school in what seems to be so far, a successful attempt at a takeover. How long ago had the boy switched sides? A joker, that's what Potter was. The dark side’s wild card that no one but the Dark lord knew about. He desperately wished that Potter was being forced to do this, under some type of potion, blackmail, something. But looking at the cruel gleam in those eyes, those hopes died.
‘’Harry my boy, what had gotten into you?’’ Dumbledore solemnly demanded in his grandfather's voice.
‘’I’m not your boy you manipulative old fool! Nothings gotten into me.’’ Harry sneered.
Dumbledore redoubles his efforts when it was clear that he was losing very quickly. Taking a gamble, he took a quick glance at Severus hoping for anything good. However, upon seeing such a grim look made him understand that he was getting no help. That this was going to be the end.
Harry took a few steps forward, upping his spells of maiming to semi-serious. He was getting so very bored.
In a feeble last attempt the headmaster started pleading.
‘’ You don't have to do this Harry. There's another way out, we can figure this out together you're not alone. Whatever he told you was a lie. Stop this so we can help break whatever he casts on you.’’
Harry, not being able to help himself, burst out laughing. The students shivered at the coldness of it. Just for the fun of it, he cast a Crucio out loud, watching in morbid vindictiveness as the old fool withered in pain on the floor, right in front of the teacher's table for the whole school to see. He ignored the yells of ‘’Stop it!’’ ‘’What the fuck Harry’’ and ‘’Traitor's" and took a place at the headmaster's podium. Letting go of the Crucio, Harry sent the same parsel stunner. One that acted like a more powerful version of Stupefy, keeping the victim awake. He wanted- no, needed everyone to be forced to helplessly watch as he betrayed them, to show them that they lost and his lord will finally reign.
Turning to leer at the headmaster directly in the eyes, Harry voice echoed across the great hall loud and clear.
‘’Oh but I do you cynical blood traitor. I chose to do this of my own free will. No one forced me to do anything, I'm doing this because this is what I believe in.’’ As he spoke, Harry's right hand found its way to his left sleeve, a feral bloodthirsty grin on his face ‘’I fully side with The Dark Lord as his loyal servant.’’ Harry yanked his sleeve up, beaming with pride as he finally showed the world who he belongs to, who he sides with. His lord.
The Dark Mark sat full view on the forearm of the once golden saviour. Its darkness was a stark contrast to the pale delicate skin underneath, hightning its features and the meaning behind such an abomination. Shocked gasps and choked cries filled the great hall. Disgust and fear was heavy in the atmosphere and Harry bathed in it.
People stared in horror not only at his words of betrayal but at the prominent dark mark sitting on his forearm. Their only hope was now a death eater, joined their enemy as a willing ally. The look of absolute pride in those avada eyes would have been blinding if not for their reason.
Snape couldn’t stifle a gasp at the sight of the mark on the young boy’s arm. The thing that made his life a living nightmare was now being shown off so proudly. As if it didn’t support an insane homicidal murderer and his cruel, power-hungry, annihilation ideals. Bloodshed, destruction, war.
“Awww what’s with the long faces guys?? Not happy to see this mark? Or maybe who it’s on??” Harry mocked. “Such a pity you’re all blood traitors to your own heritage. Thinking such filthy muggles are so good. Those animals need to be killed before they can do us any more damage. Muggleborns need to learn their place and adapt to our society, not the other way around. The old ways are dying and it’s all you foul light wizards faults. Betraying our Lord. For that you all shall die”
Pointing his wand to his dark mark, Harry finally called his Lord and granted him direct access into the school.
“Morsmordre” he hissed in parseltongue for an added effect, watching in glee at the expected reaction from everyone.
Everyone watched on in fear as death eaters were summoned all over the great hall, their presence electing shivers from many. Their iconic death eater masks and dark robes radiating such maliciousness.
The second Voldemort apparated in, everyone knew it by the cold stillness in the air. Heavy dark magic oozing off of him brought many younger students to their knees gasping for breaths. The ones who manages to stay up weren't fairing much better, pale, shaky and sweaty. Some of the loyal students from Slytherin looked up in awe as they too followed their lord but lacked the dark mark. The teachers stared on wide-eyed, gapping at the outcome of their demise. Many had tears in their eyes, teachers and students alike sobbing. The older students started to gather the younger ones in an effort to protect them as the younger ones glued themselves onto them.
Harry fell to his knees as soon as his Lord appeared, showing the utmost respect.
“My lord, the plan was a success.”
The Dark Lord's eyes immediately sought out Dumbledore's bound and defeated body on the floor. An evil smile crept up his face in satisfaction.
“Very good, Harry. With thiss our victory isss guaranteed” He praised his favorite follower.
Harry looked up at him with such adoration and determination. Giddy with anticipation, he risks speaking up but he couldn’t hold back.
“My lord, I know I’m stepping over my bounds to ask for such a request but may I also participate in the torture of students and staff alike?”
Harry couldn’t help but flinch at the heated glare sent his way.
“Hmmm I suppose so. You do deserve an award for completing your tasks successfully” He agreed after some thought.
“Oh my lord! You are so gracious, thank you so much. Thank you” Harry rushed out.
“It does well in the future to not to go against such things I already ordered. You are lucky I am a merciful lord and it is a time of celebration.” Was the warning he was given and Harry knew it was his only one. The next time he would be severely punished. Rightfully so he thought. But for now, he just rejoiced in the dark sides' win and the fact that he was allowed to finally cause harm to those who have fought against his lord for years.