Chapter One(Pre-Phase)

                                    

                                          
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Chapter One(An Offer From Death)
A/N. I need to give a warning to both new and old readers. This story will deal with a semi-dark Harry Potter, Daenerys Targaryen, and Rhaenys Targaryen.
BE ADVISED: This story was originally written in the present tense. As of now, I find myself unable to continue writing this story in the present tense, so I will be working on converting it all to the past tense. I apologize for any confusion that may cause for those of you who read this before I complete this shift. 
Location: Department of Mysteries, Time: June 20th, 1996.
————Harry Potter POV————
Harry Potter watches in stunned horror as the only family he has left is hit by a Killing Curse from Bellatrix Lestrange. He watches as Sirius Black falls through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries that is used for executing people. Around him, spells fly as other Death Eaters and Order of the Phoenix members fight. 
Harry hears a voice behind him, "I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black! You going to get me?" 
Harry spins around, his eyes narrowing with rage and sadness. He sprints after Bellatrix, completely ignoring Remus Lupin's calls for him to stop. He soon comes to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, noticing a massive image of Minister Fudge on the wall behind him. He has time to sneer at it as he runs, his rage rising as Bellatrix continues to taunt him. He raises his wand and in a voice cold with fury, rage, and sadness; he says the two words that ruined his life, "Avada Kedavra!" 
The familiar green light races from his wand, colliding with Bellatrix's body. A shiver runs down his spine as he watches Bellatrix's lifeless body fall to the ground, maniacal laughter silenced forever. "I am impressed, Harry." A familiar voice hisses in his head. "Casting the Killing Curse at the age of fifteen is quite the accomplishment. Although your beloved Lord of Light Dumbledore won't see it that way. Join me, Harry. Together we can return the magical world to the way it used to be. You can get revenge on the Muggles who raised you. I can see in your head. I know you want to." 
Harry sneers as he hears the voice, looking around himself in search of the source of the voice. "You don't seriously think I would join you after one of your followers killed Sirius, do you Tom?" Harry asks, "I would rather die than join you." 
Harry hears a sound behind him and spins around to see Voldemort appear. The silence of the main hall of the Ministry of Magic is deafening as the two stand looking at each other. Voldemort has his wand clutched in one hand, his snake-like eyes tracing their way to the scar on his forehead. The silence continues for a few more moments before Tom Riddle's snake-like features twist. A laugh of triumph leaves the non-existent lips as Voldemort says, "The Boy-Who-Lived...What a fitting title. If only you were not going to die here and now, you may live up to all of the fame I gave you." 
Harry snarls in anger, "You murdered my parents, you son of a bitch!" 
For a brief moment, Harry sees a small flicker of hesitation on the man's face but it is gone before he can confirm that it was ever there. Voldemort eyes him for another long moment, silence still reigning around them. 
Voldemort raises his wand and goes to cast a spell at Harry. Harry closes his eyes, accepting his fate. "I can finally rest. I am so sorry, Sirius. I will see you soon. And you, mom and dad."
As Voldemort prepares to fire the Killing Curse at Harry, the sound of flames behind Harry causes his eyes to fly open. He looks behind himself, his eyes widening when he sees Dumbledore exit the green flames of the floo.