𝖲𝗎𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗒 ʰʲᵖ

❣︎ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 ❣︎

PLOT: Harry Potter had earned a great amount of respect for Albus Dumbledore. But as the headmaster reached the ground down the Astronomy Tower, his respect went down with him, his respect died with him. After Severus Snape told him what Dumbledore had been planning for him, Harry, that he was simply raising him like a pig for slaughter, that he was waiting for that proper moment for him to die because he was a Horcrux that Voldemort didn't intend to make, he decided to turn his back from the supposed-to-be 'light side' and joined the 'dark side'. Leaving everything behind, including his best friends and his own loving world, (Y/N).

DETAILS: The idea was inspired from a one shot of pottersimpsince11. This is book-based. But I've changed a bit of them. And this is really a long imagine. That's why there's two parts of this. THIS IS PART ONE!

TRIGGER WARNING: Dark Harry Potter! AU. Light swearing.

❣︎♥︎❣︎

The bright, white flames soon vanished around Dumbledore's body and it was replaced by a white marble tomb, encasing the stiff body and the table on which the body had rested.

There were a few more cries of shock as a shower of arrows soared through the air, but they fell far short of the crowd. It was the centaurs' tribute before their tails turn and disappeared back into the cool trees. Likewise, the merpeople sank slowly back into the green water and were lost from view.

The only person who wasn't part of the grief — probably except for Scrimgeour and Umbridge — was, inexplicably, Harry Potter. All throughout the funeral, he was sulking and scowling on his seat. He would've want to spend the whole day sleeping in his dorm. But his girlfriend had forcefully dragged him out of bed just to attend this — quoting what Harry said — 'stupid funeral'.

If he had to be honest, all those cries and tears he could hear and see around him was nothing but a waste of time. For him, the grief was nothing for Dumbledore. Not that he had been playing the hero after all those times.

No, Harry thought, he was the villain. He was never the helper for the hero. He was the manipulator.

If it hadn't because of Snape, he wouldn't know everything Dumbledore had been planning with him. Sucks for Dumbledore because Snape was still alive — not that he wasn't the reason behind his death — but Harry was completely alright with it. He was dying, anyway, what was the point of manipulating them any further?

"Harry!" a voice hissed on his ears.

Turning his head to the side, he let out a sigh of annoyance and a face of irritation.

"What?" he hissed back, looking nettled.

"I said, let's get out of here." said (Y/N), inclining her head towards the ground where most of the witches and wizards walked on to get out of the place.

"Great." said Harry coldly. He stood up abruptly and grabbed (Y/N)'s hand. "I want to sleep. Come on."

"No, you're not going back to bed!" hissed (Y/N) in a low tone, annoyed. "We have to talk about how are we going to continue Dumbledore's mission of hunting and destroying down Horcruxes!"

Harry's expression changed in an instant. He was cold enough to radiate the feelings around, but now, he was livid. He scoffed loudly and looked around him except for (Y/N)'s eyes.

The truth was that, he still didn't confide anyone about what he and Snape had talked about after Dumbledore died. It was only him, Snape and Dumbledore who knew about that certain secret. No one, not even Ron and Hermione, not even (Y/N).