Well here it is. An update, finally. I'm so sorry to all my readers, I have no excuses. Life simply caught up with me. I was a young teenager when I began this many years ago. Now I am a young adult, and a mother to boot. I haven't had the time nor the want, but I promise you all that I am back now, back for good. I will never abandon this story. I will complete it. I have went over and edited some of what I already had done, there should be some serious improvements in spelling and grammar. That being said, I am now an adult, a poor adult. I do all my writing on my phone, as I am too poor to own a computer. I publish it all my o this site using a tablet, it s not easy for me to make updates here. I have recently started using Ao 3 I can write and publish straight from my phone to there. So this is now posted there as well. To my loyal readers thank you for sticking withth me, I hope you continue to even though you have had to wait a torturous amount of time.

Anyways here is the story, I hope it is up to par, even though it s not nearly enough and definitely not what I owe y oh all. I will make it up to you.

Temptation, if you could trace a part

In me evoke the dark away

Now free me and watch me heal

Tell me which side I'm on

Approaching constant failure

Dark shadows entrenched around the hallways leading up to Harry's destination. It was dark, and Harry wasn't quite sure where to go. He had never been to the town of Little Haggleton , since he moved in with his godfather full time, he never really got the chance to slip away to the small village. Which made Draco's 11th birthday introduction to society ball a perfect cover for slipping away and making the trip. He could have done it another time, said he was at Dracos manor, bit its easier to be caught in a lie when one has eyes on them. The ball was just crowded enough that Harry could slip away unseen, and later return without anyone being the wiser. It was perfect.

He stared up at the manor, it was empty and rundown, having been left to ruin. Harry could see however, just how much wealth the place had held at a certain point in time, the place used to beautiful. Now it was dark and ominous, Harry was scared. Something about the place was scary, the eleven year old didn't scare easy. Didn't scare at all really, but the darkness, the blackest magic possible it sent shivers down his spine. As he made his way inside, Harry realized quickly that it would be hard to breath. Layers of dust and cobwebs covered every surface. He cast a quick wandless Lumos, so he could at least see where he was going. He knew what he was looking for, he just wasn't quite sure where to look, or whether the item truly existed. Tom had plans to make a old family heirloom into a horcrux, they figured that his other self probably did considering the state of his mind before he was "Killed".

And there it was, he could feel the dark magic swarming around it, it was almost poisoning. If possible it was darker than Tom. The air was thick with it, and as dark as Harry himself is, it was sickening. Harry reached out for the item, but quickly stopped himself. It seemed his task would be a lot harder that he thought. The ring wasn't just a horcrux, it was cursed. Harry may be smart and mature for a 10 year old, maybe he was by no means ready for curse breaking. He didn't even know the first thing about it, all though he would definitely have to look into it.

On the floor at his feet was a of moldy piece of wood that Obviously fell from the ceiling. Harry quickly picked it up, he needed something to put the ring inside so he didn't have to touch the awful thing. A box he needed a small fox. He practiced some transfiguration and was actually fairly talented, but it would never be to terribly easy Without a wand. The raven closed his eyes and wished really hard, forcing all of his intent into turning the moldy wood plank into a box the curse couldn't seep through.

He put his all into it, forcing his magic to bend to his will. Picturing each and every layer of a small ring sized box, the wood began to bend and mold. He pictured everything from the bends of the lid, to the hinges and seals. His head was beginning to hurt and ears starting to ring. He felt his stomach lurch as the dark ominous magic seemed to spike in the presence of his own. It tasted positively vile. The box finally came into place, it was just big enough for the ring, and still ugly and mold ridden, but it would do.

Harry felt exhausted, he wasn't sure how much more magic he could manage, but he had to do just a little more. The curse couldn't penetrate through the box, or else Harry would be in danger. He focused most of his remaining energy into creating a barrier around the box. It wasn't very big, so it should be doable. He focused on it hard layering it, and specifying it to keep what he needed in, and not to let it seep out. He wasn't the best with barriers, but this particular kind wasn't quite a ward, it was generally easier. More like a shield. He finished just as another dizzy spell hit him.

"There. That should do it." He spoke quietly to himself, he hoped he put enough will and intent into it. He lifted hid had to gently levitated the ring into the box, as he levitated it a tendrils of the disgusting magic snaked its to his hand through the magic. Just as the ring settled into the small on Harry had set on the floor, a sharp agonizing pain made its way up Harrys left arm. He couldn't stop himself from screaming out as he fell to the floor.

He was on fire! His whole body was on fire, it wad like molten lava spread through his veins. Just as quickly as the pain came it went, leaving Harry in a sobbing, breathless mess on the floor. His forehead scrunched up with a sheen of sweat. Harry quickly gathered himself together into a sitting position, he had never felt such excruciating pain before. He shook his head to gather his composure, then reached out towards the small box- which closed upon the rings contact. Cautiously he wrapped his left hand around it, before tasting the air. He could no longer feel nor taste the awful magic, it would seem his barrier was working, for now at least.

He quickly got to his feet and slipped the box into the Pocket of his good dress robes, which were now covered in dust. He tutted before rushing his way out of the old manor. He needed to vet back to Draco's ball, he had already been away for too long, someone was surely to notice his absence. He cast a quick and easy Scourgify, which was actually embarrassingly hard for harry to do, on himself. He swayed a little, he was close to magical exhaustion. Luckily he had a portkey that would take him to the Malfoys any time he desired, it was given to him by Draco last Christmas. It made visiting the blond easier. It was in the Shape of a small wristband, on the band were two snakes chasing Each other around in circles. It was quite beautiful. His current level of magical exhaustion wouldn't allow him to apparate. Not that he could safely apparate at his best, but he could when he must.

Harry gave his appearance a quick one over, before giving the manor one last glance. With that he whispered the activation code, and vanished through a spinning tube , with a snap.

The room was crowded with people of differing wealth and importance, everyone was dressed in their finest and most extravagant robes and dresses. It may be Draco's 11th birthday, and therefore introduction party, but in all reality it was a political event. With the Malfoys everything was political and held ulterior motives. It was just the way they worked. They strived to be the richest and most prosperous in all of England, their goal was to be on top, so that's where they were. Harry found himself to enjoy the not so subtle underlining's to these events. It kept things interesting. Plus he had to admit, he loved to play the games, himself. There was a certain fun in dancing with ones enemies, and forming alliances. It was all so intriguing.

Harry stood to the black of the great ballroom, he was slowly but surely recovering from his earlier exhaustion, while conversing with the birthday boy himself. Draco was quite obviously excited, the night was going well for him. He managed to gain quite a few possible future allies, and had yet to make ant enemies. He was also very excited to see his other (probably slytherin), none of which cared much for Harry, they only tolerated him for Draco. The feeling was mutual. Luckily for the raven, neither Draco nor anyone else noticed his absence.

He still felt rather dizzy even though he was much better than before, ao Harry politely excused himself from Draco and made his way to the closest private bathroom. He didn't much feel like being around others at that time, he needed a breather. There was a lingering sting in his arm, and he needed to check it out to make sure everything was okay. He felt quite off. No one may have noticed his absence, but as soon as he appeared, people seemed to swarm him. He was only a child, it seemed strange that people gravitated to him like they did, but Harry did suppose he had a certain charm. He was smart, manipulative and also fairly powerful. Other kids tended to dislike him, but people who were older found him enthralling. Harry quite liked it normally, but right now he wasn't in the mood at all. He was beginning to feel rather nauseas actually.

He slipped his way into one of the many hallways on Malfoy manor, this particular one led to a private hall for family and close friends only, Harry of course had stayed there many times. He slipped his way into a guest room that had been dubbed 'his' room. It was one of the nicer guest rooms, not that any of them weren't nice. Draco had insisted that he decorate it as He saw fit, Harry didn't care much for decoration, but did have the neutral colorings changed to silvers, greens, and blacks. The room was modestly decorated with only a lavish king four poster bed in the center of the room, I big dresser and chest of drawers to match, and a bed side table on each side of the bed. There were several portraits and painting on the walls for decoration, two Doors lead to a huge walk in closet and an ensuite bathroom.

Harry mad his way to the bathroom, quickly making himself at home in the room- no one else was allowed to stay in it. The bathroom was By no means modest, with a pool sized tub with a giant stone snake fountain in the center that filled the bath from the snakes mouth. A huge rainfall walk in shower big enough for 4 or 5 people, a toilet and a sink. The walls were covered in light surrounded mirrors.

Harry quickly pulled at his dress robes to strip away all the layers. The sting in his arm had grown to a dull ache now, he had to make sure it was okay. As he pulled his clothing loose, Harry looked down at his arm. Harry instantly paled at what he saw, the curse on the ring must have gotten ahold of him. His arm was pail white, and his veins, instead of appearing a healthy blues his veins were pure black. The blackness reached up to his elbow and was spreading at a concerning rate. Harry gulped, he had no idea what kind of curse this was or if there was even a counter curse. He needed to get home and talk to Tom, fast.

Something was wrong, Tom wasn't quite sure what it was, but something felt off. A sense of foreboding slipped through the pages of his diary. Hi prison didn't often allow him any interaction with the outside, but he and Harry had garnered quite the connection, leaving Tom privy to major events that happen around the young boy. Harry wrote to him frequently killing and all lonesome thoughts, making Toms prison less so. In some ways Harry was much like him, they were both inherently dark. The had plans, the boy was going to bring him back, and help him connect with the other versions of himself.

Tom could sense that the original part of him had made several Horcrux's over the years, it was almost frightening to think of what he had let himself become. But he was going to fix all that and Harry was going to help him, speaking of the raven, just where was he? What was going on. Tom was growing quite worried, he could feel pain coming from wherever the boy was.

To wondered if Harry managed to find and retrieve one of his future hocrux's like he had planned too, wad the raven able to escape the ball? Tom hated being trapped and not knowing. It wasn't as if he cared for the boy, no, he was simply just worried about his future servant. The boy was useful, not only that, but also he was loyal to a fault. He would serve Tom rather well when he came back to power. Not to mention the boys power, he was smart and very powerful, and would make a great soldier in his future army. The boy didn't have a n ounce of immaturity. He would be perfect, Harry could maybe even help lead a fraction of the followers. Tom knew if he threw the dog a bone, he'd garner greater loyalty.

Yes Tom Riddle would rise one again as Lord Voldemort, and this time he would not only take magical Britain by storm, he would take the whole world. After all, the world was his for the taking. With impressionable young allies such as Harry Potter and in turn Draco Malfoy, he would get everything he deserved. He would gain anything he desired, and he would remove all the stains on the world one by one, until only those of his choosing were left to live under his very rule.

Tom felt it the very second Harry Pitter picked up his diary. Something was indeed very wrong, something dark and sinister was at play here. Something must have went wrong with Harrys little quest. Tom sat on the plush couch he was so accustomed to sitting in and picked up his version of the diary. He was trapped in the diary, but the room he was stuck in was filled with all the things he remembered from his old life, when someone wrote in the diary in the outside world, it appeared in the diary in his own.

In a shaky, messy sprawl came letters flowing into the page, the writing was so unlike that of Harrys usually neat script. It only heightened Toms worry.

"I retrieved the object it was in the ring like you said, but there were some unforeseen circumstances. Your other self place a curse on the ring, like we suspected he would. It was darker than I could have ever imagined. I took the necessary precautions, but it didn't work, the curse latched onto me Tom! I do t know what to do, I have never felt of seen anything like this before. I read several books before coming to you, but I need help." Harry was quite obviously frantic, and Tom suspected he was fevered, not that he could check himself.

"Breathe Harry, just breathe. Explain to me what happened, what symptoms do you have. I can help you through this, I can teach you the counter curse, or tell you the needed remedy. Explain to me what it felt like, what its doing to your body, your mind." Tom could feel emotions through the holder of his diary, the boy was scared, terrified even. He did quite like the boy, it would take him a lot longer to complete his goals if anything were to happen. His diary could fall into the wring hands, he could be taken by the enemy and destroyed. Tom couldn't allow that. No, he had to save the child.

"It all happened like you said, I transformed a box for the ring and put a barrier around it. Then when I went to levitate the ring into the box, the curse somehow wrapped its way around my magic. It followed the stream of my magic to its source, since I was doing wandless it impacted with my arm. It hurt. Bad. It was agony at first, but then the pain subsided. Within the hour it was back to a tingly sting, I didn't think much of, but the pain continued to grow. When I finally got a chance to slip away from the ball to look at my arm, well all the veins were black up to my elbow. The blackness keeps spreading and it hurts. Tom! What should I do? If I go to someone for help, I could be locked away for tampering with dark magic, they would find out about me, the ring, or worse you!"

Harrys writing was becoming less and less legible by the second. Water drops stained the page in a steady stream, tom wasn't sure if it was from tears or sweat, but the book was becoming hotter and hotter from Harrys body heat. This wasn't good at all. The curse was one of Toms very own creation, in his time he had yet to complete it properly. Tom knew it well, he had no plans of making a counter. The curse would only grow and spread until it would reach the boys heart. Nothing and no one could help him, he was as good as dead. There were potions that could allow it, give him a few weeks possibly a year if they caught it in time, bit nothing could save him now. The only precautions Tom made with the curse were to make himself immune….

That was it wasn't it! Tom knew what he had to do. His options were to either let the boy die, or change his life forever. Either way the boy would never ne the same after this day, that was the price he would pay for his loyalty and dedication Tom supposed. He would be given a chance to live or given the 6 to die. Either way, Harry Potters fate was sealed.

"Harry, the curse is one of my own creation. I'm afraid there is no way to stop it, there are potions to slow down its progress, but once the blackness reaches your heart, you will die." The book grew to a heat that was almost unbearable to touch at his words.

"I'm going to die…" Is all Harry wrote. He felt as Harry began to close the book, nothingness emitting from him. Before he could Tom began to write again.

"wait! There is another way, Harry. I will warn you, things will never be the same if you decide to take it. You will never be The same..." Tom smirked when he felt harry pause and put quil back to paper.

"Tell me…"

It was a particularly dark night, the moon was no where in sight and the skies were cloudy covering the stars, allowing barely a dim shine through. James Potter was stood outside Saint Mungos, he needed a breather from the hustle and bustle of the hospital. It was becoming all to much, nothing had changed with Lily. Not a single difference in all of the years she had been comatose. No one could explain why or how, and James had seemingly followed every possible lead.

He barely saw his son anymore, barely saw his friends. Sirius didn't exactly approve of how he was handling it, which was why he took Harry to go live with him. Remus had his own worries, but also didn't agree with James's choices. James was all alone in the world and he hated it, but he had to get his lily back. She needed to wake up. James spent his days working, visiting lily, and drinking himself into oblivion. This was his life now, and he was no sooner to finding a way to wake her. Or to prove what happened.

But James knew he wasn't stupid, he knew that somehow all of this was Harry fault. He knew there was something dark and evil about his awful son. Harry thought he had James wrapped around his little finger, but the older raven simply chose to let his son believe that. Up until the fall of Lily, James was blind, but after her fall he could finally see. He knew, he should have known all those years ago when the boy started talking to snakes, Harry didn't know that James knew. James had wanted Harry to come to him, but he never did. Its why his friends were turning against him, they thought he was going mad. There was nothing wrong with precious Harry.

James snorted, he still played a part for his son to See, still made sure to spoil the boy. He couldn't have anyone else questioning him, or turning on him. So he kept up the pretense to everyone but Sirius and Remus, there was always the off chance that he was wrong. He didn't want Lily to hate him when she woke up. But deep in his heart James knew that his son was evil, he would do anything and everything to prove it. If it came to it, James would end Harry himself.

Yes, James saw right through Harry's mask, he would show the world what kind of a monster the boy was.