Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They all belong to J.K Rowling. I do, however, own any OCs and other mentionings of characters that don't belong to Harry Potter.

Prologue- A New Destiny Begins

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

It had happened.

The prophecy had been said and was now on its way to being fulfilled.

"Please, not Harry! Not my baby! Please, take me instead!"

The pleas of a mother who only wanted to keep her son safe.

"Stand aside girl! I will not offer you another chance."

Eyes burning blood red in rage as they watched the mother beg him to spare her son. He raised his arm that held a long wooden stick and shouted two words, "Avada Kedavra!" and watched as the mother fell to the floor, her long red hair fanning out around her. Her once beautiful emerald green eyes had dulled, becoming lifeless and unfocused.

The man with red eyes approached the cot to meet the gaze of bright emerald green eyes, obviously inherited from his mother. The child was quite beautiful, having inherited his father's facial features and hair. He looked to be quite small for his age, but still looked up at the man with an intent gaze, assessing the red eyes that stared back at him steadily. The man was hesitant, for a moment, clearly seeing the intelligence and understanding in the green eyes. The child somehow knew what the man had done and was not afraid of him.

The man scoffed at the expression and raised his wand, ready to end the one that was said to defeat him. "Goodbye, Harry Potter. Avada Kedavra!"

Time seemed to stop.

The world had stilled, as if anticipating this moment.

The prophecy was about to make its first step.

"No."

The sickly green curse was met with the boy in a bright flash of light, momentarily blinding the man but soon widened his eyes in shock and terror. For the last thing that he saw was the same green curse he had fired immediately hit him. He knew no more as his ashes were scattered on the floor with his black robes.

The child lay in the cot, eyes still bright but dazed. The child didn't move, couldn't move, as he was in shock. All that seemed different about the child was that on his forehead a cut had formed in the shape of a lightning bolt. It wasn't long after that the child had started to cry for his mother, wanting her to make the pain he was feeling go away, like she always had done so before.

The house was in ruins when the child was found. It wasn't long after that the child was taken from the house and delivered to an old man who had placed him on the doorstep of a house addressed, Number Four Privet Drive in Surrey.

"Good luck, Harry Potter." Were the parting words of the old man and a letter that explained what had happened, addressed to the household residents that were to take care of the boy. However, that would soon change when they discover ten years later, that Harry Potter would never the person he was portrayed to be. Because on that night, where the child lay on the doorstep, something happened.

A shadow had appeared, stretched and flowing like waves in the air. It moved swiftly towards the boy before appearing in the form of a tall cloaked being. It made no sound, only stalked silently as he stood before the cleeping child. It kneeled and stretched out a long boney clawed hand, brushing the child's black locked to the side and look at the red lightning bold scar on his forehead.

"I have waited for too long... I must do what has to be done... The Fates be damned..." Voice so deep and melodic that most would never believe a tone could be spoken. And with that, the shadow let the darkness envelope the child in a black cacoon. The shadow waited until all the darkness dissapated from around the child and noticed the immediate changes in the child.

What was once unruly black hair had now changed to smooth silk hair, the shade of the darkest night. Beautiful features even for a child, the boy now had a heartshaped face and a strong jaw. Alabastor skin that made the rosey cheeks of the boy stand out, one would think that the child was a precious porcelain doll. But what really changed the boy's appearance were his glowing green eyes. Eyes that shone like the curse that had hit him no more than a few hours ago. It was clear to those that would recognise the colour could cause dread and shivers to run through those daring to meet his gaze. Words immediately would come to the mind of people who were all too familar with the colour.

Avada Kedavra.

The Killing Curse.

But that wasn't all.

The shadow had placed a hand on the child's head and whispered softly, before the boy's eyes flashed into demonic red with small silver dots surrounding the slitted irises with black replacing the white's of his eyes. But soon disappeared when the child looked up at the shadow looming over him. The child seemed to know who it was infront of him as he started to reach out for the shadow and giggled happily. Seeing no other options, the shadow wrapped the child in its arms and lifted the child to meet the dark silver gaze that peered from under the rim of the black hood.

"You will rise again, Chaos... Have no doubt that this world will fall under your wrath... I ask your forgiveness the next time we meet again..."

The child touched the shadows face with his small hands and cooed at the being, seeing something family to him in the silver eyes. "Bro..." The child mumbled followed by a yawn and drooping green eyes.

"Sleep, little one. I will protect you... When you awake as Chaos, the Fates will never control you again... The world will be yours, my brother..."

A whole new destiny had been made. The world of both societies, magical and mundane, was going to be brought to their knees at the power of a being that will come to rise as a vengeful angel and a ravenous demon.

The world was going to fall, and no one knew about it except for the Fates themselves.

Inside the mind of one Harry Potter, something stirred. It rippled softly and seemed to materialise in the darkness of the child's mind. And soon, after the ripples slowed and stilled, a being was formed.

Long silk hair danced around a tall man's shoulders, seeming to float on non-existent wind, it blended in perfectly with darkness around them. High cheek bones and sharp features with palor unblemished skin, the man was a god of ethreal beauty. One would simply fall at the gaze of such wonder and unspoken desire. And just as the man finished materialising in to the darkness of the child's mind, he stood still for a moment to feel all his senses and take a moment to realise something.

Burning blood red and silver dotted slitted irises gaze around him through thick black lashes, seeming to bring out the blackness around man's eyes. He sighed heavily, knowing what had happened and soon, a dark sinister smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh... I am going to have so much fun..." He paused and looked up into the darkness before disappear. He looked around him and saw that he was in a confined space filled with dust and dark corners. He gave a small frown on his child body's face and struggled against the restraining blanket around him. His magic obliged immediately and the blanket fell around him as he crawled towards the door he saw by his side. He heard the angry voices of what he assumed were his 'family'. 'No, that's not right.' He paused in thought and it became clear. 'Filthy mundane mortal scum.' He snarled, 'I refuse to stay in the presence of such dirt. Both worlds will pay for such acts.'

It wasn't long before the child had gathered up all his strength and ask for Magic to lend her aid for him to escape. And again, he immediately disappeared in a twirl of darkness and was never to be found by the mortals he was placed with, or anyone else for that matter.

I am hoping for this story to go somehwere and continue on for a long time. I just love Dark!Harry stories, especially when they're SLASH. Well, hope you like this little Prologue and please me when you think. I would love to hear from you all!

-lostfeather1;)