Harry wasn't used to the feeling running through his veins. It burned in his chest and made every bone in is body vibrate with power. And he had to say, he loved it. Every spell that used to take all his might now came with ease as he threw on his  invisibility cloak and marched down the hall of the Ministry.

He could see Lester, standing outside Harry's office, arms crossed, face contorted into a frown. "When I find out where that son of a bitch got off to..."

Harry flicked his wand one tiny movement up, muttering something under his breath, a spell he'd never tried before, and watched as Lester flew against the door, arms and legs bound with glowing restraints. "Kinky," Harry laughed internally as he kept pressing onward, as annoying as Lester was, he wasn't Harry's target.

Only one person could satisfy the strange hunger opening up a chasm inside of his slowly blackening soul. The Darkness could be his way out. The escape he'd been looking for so long.

The escape from the constant annoyance of the system. Of being the "hero." He smirked, approaching the door to the Minister's office. How fun it would be to see what would happen to the world when they realize they don't have a hero anymore. That the Great "Harry Potter" was just as pathetic as the rest of them. Sneering, Harry threw open the door to the office, ripping off his Invisibility Cloak. He wanted Shacklebolt see exactly who was going to end his life.

"Harry Potter," oh he looked so surprised. Harry almost laughed but resisted. The Minister waved out his secretary, and Harry watched her leave with a predatorial gaze.

The Minister closed a folder on his large, wooden desk, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "What brings you here announced? Aurors treating you well?"

"As a matter of fact they're not," Harry frowned, "you put me in a dead-end job where I'd get no action in the field after I saved the entire Wizarding World twice. It's demeaning. If you needed me to prove my abilities, I have already more than done so."

Shacklebolt licked his lips, sighing, ignoring the accusation, "If you are here for a promotion, Me. Potter, you could've made an appointment. Are you alright? You look unwell."

Harry gripped his wand, hidden in the folds of his robes. "You know that the system is a joke. You know that you're no better than Voldemort," he chuckled when the Minister flinched at the name, "none of you are. How do you think you handled the War, huh? Innocent wizards who just happened to be born into Dark families are being hunted down. Like Draco Malfoy? He did nothing. His parents are at fault, yet I'm supposed to ruin whatever semblance of a life he has. Does that sound right?"

Shacklebolt folded his hands, "Look, there's no perfect way to run a society, we do what we can to maintain balance which sometimes means a select few might not be dealt with in your own idea of fairly. We do not kill Muggles like You-Know-Who, we simply do not allow Dark wizards known to be threats to wander around freely."

"Maybe you don't kill them, but you're murdering innocent wizards. Any wizard with a Dark affinity, you toss into 'reform' until they think just. Like. You. And if they don't, Azkaban will erase everything they ever were for you."

"Look, I know things were a little," he searches for the right word, "strained when you went to Hogwarts. It's different now."

"Magic inherently isn't good or bad, Dark or Light," Harry ran a finger down the length of his wand, slowly slipping it out of his robes, "you see a perfectly good wizard with a skill towards darker spells and want to snuff them out like a squashed bug. How is that better than Voldemort who wanted to squash Muggles?"

"Harry," the Minister, reached into his robe and Harry instantly tightened his grip on his wand. The Minister just pulled out a small candy however, popping it into his mouth. "I understand you're upset, but why? Draco Malfoy tried to kill you. Dark Magic leads to nothing but misery. You don't want another You-Know-Who showing up because we encouraged Dark behavior now do you?"

"Too late," Harry's eyes gleamed and he pointed his wand right at Shaklebolt's chest, "you see, it's not the magic that leads to Darkness. It's the society. Magic isn't Light or Dark, nothing is. It's all about perspective. Like me? I'm seen as a fucking Light icon. But really? I'm not at all anymore, thanks to you. And it's about time the whole wizarding world realized that all those heroes they think are going to save the day aren't what they think. It's your society that's destroying lives, turning your own people against you because your system is unfair! Not only is it unfair but it's biased and nefarious. And you get surprised when people act out!?"

Harry jabbed in the direction of the Minister with his wand, "All you shits keep begging me to save the day. Too weak to get out there and save yourselves. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you all holding out for a hero that doesn't exist. Because you destroyed him."

"What are you trying to prove, Potter? Some sort of social experiment? You don't like your job because you're not everyone's Golden Boy here in the real world? Sod off and go back to doing paperwork."

Harry growled, the poison running through his veins feeding off the anger that grew and grew in his stomach. "I resign. And so do you."

"What do you mean, I resign?" the Minister almost laughed, but the look on Harry's sickly face must have warned him.

"It means...AVADA KEDAVERA!"

A green light shot out of his wand, and thus, the Minister of Magic breathed his last.

Rubbing his hands together, Harry flung open the doors of the office and walked out, head held high. No doubt wizards could already sense the Darkness surrounding the Ministry. Soon the whole world would know what Harry had done, and it would be beautiful.

No more nice Harry Potter coming to save the day.

"That's what you get for fucking over Draco Malfoy," Harry whispered to himself, raising his wand in the air.

Closing his eyes, he spoke a few words, a simple spell that would cause so much chaos. And that's all he wanted. Chaos. A dark beam shot up from his wand, and he knew that wizards walking outside would instantly recognize the symbol. And while he didn't associate with it, every wizard who saw it would know instantly what it meant. Everyone would know.

He put the Dark Mark over the Ministry of Magic.

-_-_-_-_-

Draco sat at the window, bored of twiddling his thumbs. Having finished all eleven seasons of his tellanovela, he'd taken to people watching. Harry wouldn't let him leave for chess anymore, kept him locked up like some sort of monster.

He hadn't been himself lately. The strange behavior, the glowing, there had to be something wrong with him.

Sighing, Draco moved from the window and gazed at the dirty coffee table. "Never cleans up after himself," he muttered, grabbing Harry's mug with a pale hand.

He peered down at the porcelain, catching a whiff of something...strange. That was not the scent of mint tea. A black sludge sat at the bottom of the mug and Draco instantly knew that something wasn't right.

"Strange behavior, aggression, glowing...Oh dear Merlin!" Draco froze, whole body trembling as the mug slipped through his thin fingers.

CLANG!

Draco jumped, gasping. The wind left his lungs in one moment, and he stumbled backwards. Poison. Or rather, a potion. A Dark potion.

Draco ran to his secret potion book stash (he managed to get some from Hermione), flipping through the oldest and most confusing one. Someone was trying a sort of transfiguration potion. One that would turn all the Light inside Harry to Darkness. And because Harry's entire nature oozed goodness and heroism, the more Dark he could become. "Who would do this?" he muttered, finding the potion he was looking for.

He gazed at the lengthy instructions. "C'mon, there has to be a way to reverse it or something!"

Nothing. He couldn't find a single foot note or reference to anything that could possibly reverse the effects. He needed someone's help. Hermione would have more books than him, more knowledge. "Plus, she knows Harry better, maybe I'm just a bad influence."

Running into Harry's pitiful excuse of a bedroom, Draco dug around through all his old school boxes, begging to all the non-existent wizarding gods that Harry had kept it. After what felt like years of searching, he finally grasped it in his hands. Harry's old wand. The one he broke.

It was his only chance of reaching Hermione, if Harry was really under the influence of some potion, then he would never let Draco near a proper wand. Swallowing his nerves, Draco stood and pointed the wand toward the window, thinking back to that day with Harry, talking under the bridge. The day he felt saved.

Taking a shaky breath, Draco channeled every emotion he felt during that time into the split ends of the wand, which sent sparks all over the room. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Sorry it's been so long, I've been on a rollercoaster lately lol.

I've also gotten into Hazbin Hotel recently and lowkey want to write a fan fic about it. But as of now, there's only one episode so there's not much material to work with lol. Like, I want to do something with Angel, and I would ship him with Alastor but Alastor is ace and I don't think Angel would go for that lol

I guess I'll have to wait because the only other option is Val (a redeemed Val, it would be like, a redemption fic because NO WAY should Angel be with Val the way he is). I don't know. Half of you probably have no idea what I'm talking about and the other half probably don't even read author's notes lmao.

But if you do happen to know Hazbin Hotel and have any fan fiction ideas, hook me up.

And as always,

Thanks for reading